Written for the Fifty Shades Of... Challenge and The First Time Competition.

Ron looked at Charlie and chewed on his lower lip. "Are you sure this is okay?" Ron asked, his blue eyes shining with worry, fear, and nervousness.

"Yeah, Ron," Charlie replied with a grin. "This is perfectly safe, and I'll be right behind you, holding on tight. Just don't tell Mum and Dad. They still think you're too young, which is ridiculous. I was the same age as you when I snuck onto a broom. Don't tell Mum and Dad that either." Charlie saw that his words had not comforted Ron. He sighed and knelt down in front of Ron. He poured every ounce of seriousness he could into his voice.

"I promise you Ron, I won't let you fall."

Ron looked at his brother shrewdly. It seemed like it would be the best thing in the world to ride a broom, to show Charlie that one day he would be just as good a Quidditch player as him one day. Ron knew that one day they would play for the Chudley Cannons together one day, as well as win the World Cup for England. Ron was sure of it.

He couldn't do any of that if he didn't learn a broom, but learning how to ride seemed terrifying. Ron really wanted to learn how to do it. He also really wanted to run away.

If he didn't do this however, then how could he ever get into Gryffindor, the House for the brave?

Ron squared his shoulders, stood up straight, and looked his big brother dead in the eyes. "Let's do this," he said in a voice much braver than he thought.

I can do this, he told himself. I can be brave.

Charlie grinned. He had honestly started to think that Ron would bow out of doing this now. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Flying should be something that you enjoyed. Percy was nearly seven before he could even considered getting on a broom. Ron was only five. If Charlie forced his little brother, it wouldn't be fun. But Ron was determined to do this, even though it scared, and Charlie was proud of him.

He got Ron on the broom, and then Charlie positioned himself behind his little brother. "You ready, little man?" he asked. Ron nodded shakily, and so Charlie kicked them off.

Ron's stomach dropped and he smiled. He was flying! He was up in the air, the wind surrounding him and ruffling his hair. The Burrow was underneath him, everything was beneath him. Ron laughed.

This was the best feeling in the world.