A/N: Sorry I'm late :\

106 - Flying Lessons

I was not afraid of heights. I was just queasy about the idea of falling to my death as a worst-case scenario. But here I was, learning how to fly.

Lily, the true Gryffindor out of the both of us, was having the time of her life even though her broom rose after her tenth command.

"Up," I repeated myself — for how many times, I don't know.

The professor looked at me as if I was an embarrassment to all wizards and witches. I clearly knew that once my feet were off the ground, I would fall to my doom the very moment, which was why I was blatant in letting the broomstick my feelings.

It was sort of a conversation that the broomstick and I had over the course of this first flying lesson:

"I seriously don't like you," I would tell the broom.

"Yeah? Well, I don't like you either," the broom would whisper back.

The feeling was mutual.

From the sidelines, I could tell the Gryffindor boys were getting along fine with their cheap-for-school-purpose broomsticks; James Potter with his smug smirk, Sirius Black with his fucking hair flip, and so on.

I wasn't ashamed of myself being the only one not to be on a broomstick. I mean, why would I need to learn flying? I'd learn how to teleport myself sooner or later, and there were other means of transportation, like using a portkey, the floo network, or on unicorns, or just walking on foot — I mean, those are there for a purpose, right?

So, yeah, that was my first flying lesson. Next time, I'm skipping.

107 - Something Terrible Happened

I was just munching away on my breakfast, you see.

Breakfast was going well. I had three slices of bacon in my belly, another set of three on my plate, and one in my mouth, then white bread to tone down the saltiness, and a goblet of OJ.

It was going so well.

But then, he appeared.

You know who.

James fucking Potter.

"Professor Binge wanted me to tutor you," Potter said to me. He was all smiles. I would've thought him to be a cute boy if he wasn't such a devil.

"Tutor me? In what?"

"It's Professor Binge," at my dumbfounded look, Potter explained further, "Professor Binge teaches flying."

Oh, so that was his name? Binge? Like, 'I'm gonna binge watch all the seasons of Game of Thrones'?

But hold the fucking phone.

"You're going to tutor me on flying…?" I said in disbelief.

"The one and only."

"Fucking shit."

"Language, Prim."

I gave him a nice flick of the middle finger, and that earned me a glare from McGonagall.

108 - Lessons With a Potter

"You're afraid of flying!" Potter laughed like a seal — literally. All the people in the quidditch pit would've heard him laughing so loud and clapping like an idiot.

"I'm not afraid of flying. I'm just not okay with the idea of falling from so high up."

"Meaning you're afraid. Don't be embarrassed, Rose. Everyone has something they're scared of."

"I'm not embarrassed! And I'm not scared."

Potter looked at me like he didn't believe a word I said. I narrowed my eyes further in anger. He surprised me when his hand was on my shoulder. He said to me, "you are scared."

Maybe he was right. Of course, he was right.

After all, I did die from falling off a building in my past life. But this didn't change the fact that I wanted anything to do with flying.

Potter seemed to take my silence as an answer as he grabbed the broomstick from the ground and rode it. He was levitating, smiling as the broom lifted him a bit higher, and extending his hand out to me. He looked like a child.

"Don't worry, you won't fall off. But if you do, I'll catch you."

I hesitated. Just as I was about to back away, Potter grabbed my hand, and not a moment too soon, I was riding in front, his arms wrapped around my tiny waist.

I screamed curses at the boy behind me, and he just laughed a little louder.

108(2) - He Deserved It

"Fucking Potter," I muttered as I stumbled into the dorm.

Potter was following right behind me, sporting a red handed mark on one cheek. Despite it, he sported a grin.

My sister looked up from her book, her face telling me 'what is it now with Potter?' and that was exactly what she asked when I lay down beside her on the red couch.

"Potter, he's- … It's nothing." I was too worn out to even complain.

From a distance, I could hear Remus asking his friend what'd happened to his poor cheek. I frowned when I heard Potter replying, "I guess I deserve it."

Huh. That wasn't a response I was expecting from Potter's mouth.

A/N: Thanks for staying with this fic guys; I didn't abandon it, but updates are going to be a bit slow...

Also, yes, I did binge watch all of game of thrones; that's part of the reason why I'm late on the update.

The other reason is: school ;;;; so many midterms to study for and shit.

Any suggestions, comments, questions, feel free to leave them in the review sections or PM me. I'll definitely try to respond and take in your consideration with heart.

P.S I feel like Prim's character has changed somewhat from past chapters and future chapters because of my temporary hiatus for this fic, but don't worry, her character is the same cynical, sarcastic and humorous 21st century girl.

I'm just going with the flow at this point; there's no planned plot; the only plot here is that Prim's going to bow-chika-wow-wow with James.

Alrighty, see you soon :)