"Ron x Chicken equal Chickron!" you yelled gleefully as Ron ate another drumstick.

"No," Ron grunted through a full mouth.

You giggled at the sight of him. "Face it, Ron, chicken is your one true love..."

You swooned dramatically, blowing kisses at Ron and making hearts with your hands around him and his half-finished drumstick.

"You, my friend, are terrible!" Ron shook his head after swallowing.

"I know," you smirked.

Harry was laughing, watching the entire mini battle.

Suddenly the doors burst open. Professor Quirrell came running in, panting and looking as white as a sheet.

The entire Great Hall went silent.

"What is it?" Dumbledore asked, standing up.

Finally Quirrell spoke.

"TROLL!" he screeched, utterly terrified, "TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!"

And with that, he fainted.

There was silence for a few second, then -

"WHAT? TROLL? DID HE SAY TROLL?"

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!"

"SHUT UP, I PLAN ON SACRIFICING YOU!"

"I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!"

"WELL, I'M TOO BEAUTIFUL TO DIE!'

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore bellowed.

Everyone looked up, bewildered.

Dumbledore spoke soothing words, somehow still sounding authoritative.

"Everyone head back to their Dormitories," Dumbledore finished.

The students stood up, still panicking and bustled back to their respective Dormitories, the chatter never dying down.

"Wait!" you grabbed Harry's and Ron's arms, "Hermione!"

Their eyes widened in surprise.

"Didn't she run to the Girl's Lavatory once I...uh...once I made her...um...cry?" Ron asked.

"Yes," you nodded urgently.

"...she doesn't know about the troll!" Harry realized.

"I know that!" you practically yelled at him, hysteric, "Which is why we really need to go tell her now!"

"Uh...(Y-) - (Y/N)...?" Ron stuttered, pointing behind you.

"What?" you snapped, then turned around.

There was a giant bulk behind you, and it had a club. You assumed that it couldn't be good.

"...oh..." you squeaked.

Someone grabbed your arm and pulled you towards them behind a pillar with a torch, clamping a hand gently over your mouth. You relaxed once you realized it was Harry. The troll walked past the three of you, but paused to admire an open door. He stuck his head inside, then eventually walked in. You, Harry and Ron all rushed to slam the door shut behind the troll. You and Ron highfived, all of you looking proud of yourself.

Until you heard a high-pitched scream come from that room with the closed door.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you checked for any sign at the door. Your eyes widened when you found what you were looking for.

"It's the Girls' Lavatory!" you squeaked.

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron yelled at the same time.

Another scream came from the Girls' Lavatory in response.

The three of you hurriedly opened the door to find Hermione pressed up against the wall in the corner, looking terrified and hysteric. She screamed once again, closing her eyes, as the troll raised it's club.

"No!" Ron yelled, throwing a faucet at the troll, bonking it on the head, "Over here!"

The troll turned, glaring. You gulped, coming to a realization that the troll was a lot bigger than you initionally thought. Ron seemed to come to the same conclusion as he swore under his breath.

The troll thudded towards Ron, hism club still raised.

"Over here!" you yelled, running to one of the broken stalls, waving your arms wildly, "Mr. Troll! Here!"

The troll turned his attention to you.

You flinched, but stayed put.

Suddenly, Harry jumped onto the troll's back. The beast bucked, yelling and grunting as it tried to get Harry off. It began to swing his club randomly. You bit your lip, frightened. You bent down and grabbed a piece of wood, then threw it at the troll's knee, wanting to help Harry in some way. The troll began to ignore Harry now, and swung at you.

Then everything went black.

~

Flying Class.

What else to say, other than you were terrible.

You let out a growl of frustration, as once again, your broom refused to fly up to your hand. You glanced over longingly at Harry, who said, "Up," once and the broom was suddenly in his hand. Ron was seemingly having the same problem, as he was rubbing his red nose while Harry laughed. Luckily, unlike poor Ron, your broom didn't thwack you in the face.

The wind was making your (H/L) (H/C) locks fly all over the place, making you even more frustrated.

"Need some help?" Harry asked gently as he walked over to you, his broom successfully clasped in his curled fingers.

"No," you replied stubbornly, furrowing your (EB/C) eyebrows and frowing slightly, "I can do this myself!"

You braced yourself to try again, focusing all of your willpower into getting that broom to move.

"Up!" you yelled, your voice cracking slightly. You raised a hand to your throat, slightly embarrassed, but still keeping the other hand over the broomstick.

The broom did move. However, not in the way you expected. It did not fly up; it went sideways. The broom whipped under your feet, causing you to trip and land on your backside.

"Clearly," Harry raised an eyebrow.

You stood up, rubbing your backside and brushing your robes, your face tinted pink. "So maybe I need a little bit of help..."

"More like a lot!" Ron snorted from beside you.

"Shut up, it's not like you're doing any better!" you retorted.

"Touché," Ron muttered under his breath, then turned his attention back to his broom.

"Concentrate," Harry said gently, snapping your gaze from Ron to him, "You have to think of the broom moving up."

"I did!" you sighed, "Wait, actually, I only thought of it moving..."

Harry laughed. "I'm still new at this too, but I -"

"Then why are you the one helping me?" you hit his arm playfully.

"Because somehow it worked for me on the first try? Also, you didn't let me finish. I said, I know I'm still new at this too, but I'm just going to tell you what I was thinking and feeling. It was all very fast, but I remember not having an ounce of doubt in me...well, that's partly because I was thinking this whole thing is ridiculous. But that's besides the point..."

You stifled a laugh. "Alright, I'll try again."

You prepared yourself, once again. You raised a hand over the broomstick and tried to think of nothing but it moving up. Once you finally had a clear image in your mind, you glanced over at Harry to smile at him quickly, when you noticed a figure speeding towards the castle. You squinted, trying to see who it was. Your eyes widened once you realized it was none other than Neville Longbottom, a fellow Gryffindor who others constantly made fun of.

"Longbottom, get back here, boy!" Madame Hooch shouted at him.

But Neville could not. He sobbed in fear as he grew closer and closer to the castle until -

SMACK!

Neville was now hanging from a torch. Everyone sighed in relief. Madame Hooch began walking towards him, shaking her head and muttering things about irresponsible children. Suddenly, there was a loud rip, and Neville fell and hit the ground with a loud THUD.

You flinched. It sounded like he had broken something.

The poor boy did not move as Madame Hooch finally reached him. Neville lay there whimpering on the ground, traumatized.

"Let's get you to the Hospital Wing, no? Madame Pomfrey can fix you up," Madame Hooch said, helping Neville up, then turned to face the rest of the class, "Now, I want none of you to go onto your broomsticks and fly, until I return, understood?"

The students nodded and mumbled a 'yes'.

"Good," Madame Pomfrey said, and led Neville back into the castle.

"Oh, Longbottom's dropped something, now, has he?" a voice sneered.

Draco.

"Give that here, Malfoy," Harry said threateningly, holding out a hand as he walked forward.

"Come and get it," Draco smirked as he hopped onto his broom and began to fly.

Harry narrowed his eyes and went onto his broom as well.

"Oh, Harry, no!" Hermione yelled, "Madame Hooch said no flying on our broomsticks while she was gone! You'll get in trouble, Harry!"

Harry kicked off the ground, chasing after Malfoy, a determined look etched on his face.

"What...an...idiot..." Hermione said slowly, though gritted teeth.

You couldn't help but agree, though it was sweet of Harry to try and get Neville's belonging back.

The mad chase continued. You began biting your nails, as the two had disappeared. You could no longer see them...you trusted that Harry was fine, but you could never be sure.

Finally, after what had seemed like forever, you saw something drop out of the sky. Neville's item! What was it called again? A Remembrall? Something like that...

You shook your head, then screamed as you saw Harry dive after the tiny glass ball. You desperately wanted to close your eyes, but it was one of those situations where you just couldn't.

The ball was about to touch the ground and Harry was about to smash into the ground as well and probably get hurt, best case scenario.

But no.

Harry caught the tiny ball just in the nick of time, then swerved upwards.

You cheered happily.

Your friend was okay.

Stupid, yes. Rash, yes. But alright.