Hermione was sitting by the Great Lake. She looked towards the Quiddich Pitch, seeing that practice was about to end - hopefully this meant her best friends Harry and Ron would be joining her soon.

"Hey, Hermione!" Harry called over to her from his broom. "I don't suppose you'd like to fly a bit?" She laughed. Her on a broom. How amusing. It's not like everyone had the natural born talent he had.. Harry chuckled and began his decent. He knew she'd say no, but he'd keep trying anyway. "I could show you how, you know. It's not hard. We could even share a broom the first time around." She stared at him blankly. The only "ride" they shared was Buckbeak...and she doubted this would be similar

"C'mon Hermione, just one spin around the lake," Harry persisted, smiling a bit. "It'll be fun. Promise."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine" she agreed.

"Come here, then," Harry beckoned, landing just in front of her. "Would you like to sit behind me, or in front?"

"Erm...which is less scary?"

"Depends, I guess. If you're in back, I'll hold on to you. If you're in front, you'll hold on to me," Harry said. He bit his lip, feeling oddly nervous of the casual flight.

"I guess...I'll hold you?" Anything to not steer.

"Okay," Harry said, moving further forward on the broom. "Swing a leg over, and hold on tight. People say take off's the worst bit." She was nervous.

"Hey, it's alright," Harry said. "Flying's in my blood, remember?"

She laughed - a shaky laugh. "It's not in mine!" She reminded him

"Yes, well, I'm the one steering," Harry said with what he hoped to be a reassuring smile. "Don't be scared, I won't let you fall." She nodded and got on behind him

"Hold on, alright? Put your arms around me and don't let go. It'll be a little wobbly at first seeing as I haven't flown with you before, but it'll get better," Harry explained.

They got on and took off. Wind rushing by them, Hermione felt it was almost a struggle to keep her eyes open. Nonetheless, this was an amazing sensation. She felt so free. Her fear was evaporating, but she still held on tight to Harry and his grey sweatshirt. At long last the landed, faces red from the cold.

"Well?" he asked.

"That was BRILLIANT!" she exclaimed. On and on she went about how amazing it felt.

Harry grinned to himself. He knew she would enjoy it.