Post by Bec on Nov 22, 2011 13:42:13 GMT -8
Title: Night ride
Rating: G
Word Count: 298
Summary: Ron takes Hermione for a spin.
“Ron I really don’t think we should be doing this,” Hermione was trailing after her good for nothing boyfriend through the corridors of Hogwarts. Ron glanced at Hermione over his shoulder,
“Shh, we’re prefects we can’t get into trouble,” That seemed to have kept Hermione’s mouth shut, for now.
Once they were outside, their slippered feet awkwardly running down the great lawn, Hermione instantly felt slightly better. It was far too cold for teachers to be out patrolling the grounds. Plus, once they would be up in the air anyone who would just happen to look out of a window would disregard them as a bird, or maybe a Hippogriff.
Before she knew it they were standing in the centre of the Quidditch pitch.
“Alright,” Ron was saying as he held his broom out at a mountable height. “Climb on, and don’t go too far,” he gave her a reassuring smile while keeping a firm grip on his broom, lest it got any ideas of its own.
“Don’t go too far?” She couldn’t even imagine going anywhere alone on the damned thing. She hesitantly swung a leg over and was awkwardly straddling the broom. “Alright, there’s enough room for you up front, and as long as we don’t end up crippled in the Hospital Wing I expect this to be a thrilling experience.” Ron chuckled as he climbed onto his broom,
“Hold on.” Hermione did not need anymore guidance. Her arms were squeezing Ron’s torso as she watched the ground below her fall away. She sucked in her breath sharply as she turned her attention to their surroundings.
She had to admit the view was beautiful, with the castle’s lights glimmering and the moon casting its light over the Great lake. Yes, she could get used to this.
Rating: G
Word Count: 298
Summary: Ron takes Hermione for a spin.
“Ron I really don’t think we should be doing this,” Hermione was trailing after her good for nothing boyfriend through the corridors of Hogwarts. Ron glanced at Hermione over his shoulder,
“Shh, we’re prefects we can’t get into trouble,” That seemed to have kept Hermione’s mouth shut, for now.
Once they were outside, their slippered feet awkwardly running down the great lawn, Hermione instantly felt slightly better. It was far too cold for teachers to be out patrolling the grounds. Plus, once they would be up in the air anyone who would just happen to look out of a window would disregard them as a bird, or maybe a Hippogriff.
Before she knew it they were standing in the centre of the Quidditch pitch.
“Alright,” Ron was saying as he held his broom out at a mountable height. “Climb on, and don’t go too far,” he gave her a reassuring smile while keeping a firm grip on his broom, lest it got any ideas of its own.
“Don’t go too far?” She couldn’t even imagine going anywhere alone on the damned thing. She hesitantly swung a leg over and was awkwardly straddling the broom. “Alright, there’s enough room for you up front, and as long as we don’t end up crippled in the Hospital Wing I expect this to be a thrilling experience.” Ron chuckled as he climbed onto his broom,
“Hold on.” Hermione did not need anymore guidance. Her arms were squeezing Ron’s torso as she watched the ground below her fall away. She sucked in her breath sharply as she turned her attention to their surroundings.
She had to admit the view was beautiful, with the castle’s lights glimmering and the moon casting its light over the Great lake. Yes, she could get used to this.
