Consequences [?/? ? ??????????? ?????]

Third-person's view

[Y/N] groaned quietly, standing in the field with her broom laying on the ground beside her, she is not excited at all for flying class, yes it looked cool but have anyone thought of it carefully yet? They'll be flying with no safety, uncomfortable sitting, and abnormal height and control!

She's already start to get sick to the stomach, it seems like not just her though.. but Harry seems to be excited.

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Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up." Harry glanced down at his broom.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!'"

"UP" everyone shouted.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all.

"Up— jesus-" [Y/N]'s broom immedietly jumped to her hand, 'yeesh, isekai perks are scary..' she thought to herself.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle — three — two —"

But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle — twelve feet — twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and —

WHAM — a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.

Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.
"Broken wrist," [Y/N] heard her mutter. "Come on, boy — it's all right, up you get." She turned to the rest of the class.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.

"...This is why I don't wanna fly" [Y/N] Muttered to herself.

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Ah, yes. This is where the tension between Malfoy and Potter begins. These two seriously need to stop fighting for once. It's almost unsettling how people twist their messy rivalry into, "Look, they're in love."

'Those fan arts still haunt me to this day...' she thought to herself, lazily watching as Potter and Malfoy clashed in the air over the Remembrall. Well, Harry would be fine.

"Catch it if you can, then!" he shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.

Harry saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the air and then start to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down — next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball — wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching — he stretched out his hand — a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom
straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.

"HARRY POTTER!"

His heart sank faster than he'd just dived. Professor McGonagall was running toward them.

He got to his feet, trembling. "Never — in all my time at Hogwarts —"

Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "— how dare you — might have broken your neck —"

"It wasn't his fault, Professor —"
"Be quiet, Miss Patil —"
"But Malfoy —"
"That's enough, Mr. Weasley. Potter, follow me, now."

As Harry walked past, shoulders tense, [Y/N] patted his shoulder with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." Her voice was light, but there was an undeniable certainty in it.

Harry gave her a grateful nod before heading off the field, disappearing into Professor McGonagall's office.

A snide chuckle cut through the air.

"What's up with you and Potter?" Malfoy sneered, stepping closer with his ever-present entourage, Crabbe and Goyle.

[Y/N] turned to face him, still wearing that same bright, composed smile. "What do you mean?"

Malfoy smirked, tilting his head mockingly. "Are you two, what, dating?" he drawled, his voice dripping with exaggerated curiosity. "Because if you are, that's adorable. The Boy Who Lived and his oh-so-loyal Hufflepuff sidekick."

Crabbe and Goyle let out their usual dim-witted chuckles.

[Y/N] only blinked at him, unfazed.

"But be careful," Malfoy continued, his smirk widening. "Wouldn't want You-Know-Who to think you're important enough to be worth getting rid of too."

He cackled, clearly pleased with himself.

'...you know what? This bitch deserves it.'

[Y/N] let out a small hum, tilting her head slightly. "Oh, Draco," she said, voice sweet as honey, "you're acting like I should be scared of him. But between You-Know-Who and you?" She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough to be teasing. "You're the bigger joke."

Malfoy's smirk faltered for half a second.

Crabbe and Goyle stopped laughing.

Before he could recover, she added with an even brighter smile, "Though I am curious—what's it like living in someone else's shadow? Must be exhausting trying so hard to impress a father who still prefers Potter over you."

Malfoy's face flushed red. His mouth opened—then snapped shut.

[Y/N] clasped her hands together cheerfully. "Oh well! I'm off to enjoy the rest of my day. Have fun being, well... you."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Malfoy fuming.

Behind her, she heard Crabbe whisper, "Did she just—?" before Malfoy angrily shushed him.

A triumphant grin spread across her face.

'I'm still cooking his owl, though.'

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Whoop Whoop! AN EXTRA!?˙⋆✮
⋆ Draco Malfoy is dumfounded, also how the fuck she knows about his family matter?!
⭑ The students there where shock that [Y/N] especially a Hufflepuff decided to speak up.
⋆ Hufflepuff is famous by their kindness and softness, to those Hufflepuff decided to scold or be disappointed feels like being stabbed by a knife in the heart (a disappointed mother)
⋆ Ron will definitely tell Harry about this.
⭑ [Y/N] overthink and regrets it in the end "WHY DID I DO DAT ARGHHH"

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