The End of Another Year

Chapter 11

The last chapter of this 'book'. It is shorter but hey. What are you gonna do. I had a lot of fun writing this one than the other two. Thank you to those who helped me out along the way. Now, all of the other ones I am going to write will have a lot of my own thing in them. This is where everything changes. And some of the stuff you might disagree with but whatever. It's my story. I also want some of your ideas. So, message me!

"Haylee, look out!" Hermione shouted.

I turned my head to see a branch of the Whopping Willow fly towards me. I tried my best to dodge it but I was too late. The branch collide with the back of me head and everything went black.

"Haylee? Haylee, can you hear me?" I heard once I began to come to. Man, did I have a huge headache.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" I asked. I saw Ron sleeping on the bed adjacent to mine. "What if he wakes up?"

"Don't worry, he's knocked out pretty good. Pomphry gave him some pretty good meds." He answered. I chuckled.

"Why am I in the Hospital Wing?" I asked.

"Snape said something about being hit by the Whomping Willow." Draco explained.

"Oh, that sucks." I said.

"I bet it does." He laughed.

He sat down beside me and we began chatting about random stuff, like we usually do when we were alone. It was comfortable, ya know.

"So, I'll see you at the Quidditch World Cup right?" He asked.

"Yeah, Ron's dad got tickets." I answered.

"Awesome." He said.

There was a small second where everything froze. He leaned forward and just as we were about to kiss I distantly heard Harry and Hermione's voices coming down the long corridor.

"Damn it." We both said.

"I guess I'll see you later." He sighed.

"Definitely." I smiled.

He smiled back and left before Harry and Hermione arrived.

A split second later, and I would have been in trouble.

Harry and Hermione burst through the door.

"So, how'd it go?" I asked them.

"Good, they're both free." Hermione noted.

"That's good." I said falling back onto my pillow.

"How's your head?" Harry asked.

"Pretty good, actually." I answered.

"Good, cause that was a pretty nasty hit you got." Hermione said.

"Thanks, 'Mione." I told her.

"Don't mention it."

The next morning, the last day of the year, Ron and I got out of the Hospital Wing. We caught up with Harry and Hermione and headed down to the Great Hall for our last feast of our third year.

"Where did you get them?" Neville asked Harry and I once we entered.

"Get what?" We asked when we came to the table.

"Don't look at me," Ginny said to us." Fred and George opened them."

"Did not." They stated.

Harry and I looked at each other and pulled away the wrapping. There in all of their glory, were two Firebolts. Hell yeah.

"No way." Ron gushed." You guys got Firebolts. From who?"

"There's no card." I answered.

"No, but this came with it." Hermione held up a feather.

We smiled.

"We'll kick Slytherin's asses know." I said loud enough for them to hear. They glared at us from their table.

"That's what I like to hear." Oliver smiled.

"What do you say, Harry. Should we test these puppies out?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes, lets." He answered.

We grabbed the brooms and sprinted out to the courtyard. When they say the Firebolts the fastest broom yet. They aren't kidding.

Thank you Sirius.

Keep a look out for the next one : )