Diclaimer: as always, i'm not JKR. i own nothing... :'(
Written for the Drabble request thread on HPFC. :)
Flight
"We can't do this if you're not prepared to trust me Mione!" Ron said, chuckling at his girlfriend.
"But it's dangerous! What if we fall off? What if we crash and die? What if–"
"Hermione trust me. I've been riding a broom for years," cut off Ron, "I think I know what to do! We'll be fine."
"okay..." said an uncertain Hermione, clasping Ron's hand and gracefully getting onto the broom.
"Good. Now let's go!" he said, kicking off.
They soared through the air, her arms around his waist, swooping through clouds and racing the birds themselves.
"Can I open my eyes now please?" asked Hermione cautiously. She had not removed her head from Ron's broad shoulder for five minutes and was still scared.
"What did I say? Trust me. It's worth it."
With his words she opened her eyes briefly before shutting them almost as quickly.
"You didn't tell me we were so high up!" she screeched in Ron's ear. "Can we go lower?"
"Sure honey, don't worry." He said, bringing the broom into a slow descent.
Hermione opened her eyes again and gasped.
"It's gorgeous!" shouted Hermione over the rush of the wind.
Hermione's screams soon turned to squeals of delight as they turned and twisted, looping and diving over Ottery St Catchpole on the dewy June day.
This is SO much better than FeindFyre... thought Hermione as they made a perfect landing.
"So, what did you think?" asked Ron.
"I think I could get used to this flying thing..." replied Hermione wryly.