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"Flying may not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price." - Amelia Earhart


It was exhilarating. The cold rush of wind through my hair as we flew over the orchard below was nothing like I thought it would be. Hermione's words from breakfast flitted across my mind, and I couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from my throat.

I really hate flying, she had said. One moment the ground is there, and the next, it's gone. The boys had looked at her like she had grown another head, one that didn't quite match the magnificent original.

In front of me, Harry chuckled, clearly pleased that I was enjoying myself. If it were anyone else, I might've been embarrassed, but Hermione's boys and I had grown quite close in the past month. Our relationship was a bit unorthodox, in more ways than one, but they seemed happy that Hermione was happy. They had welcomed me into their little family with open arms.

"You might want to hold on tight now, Bella." From my position behind him, I could just make out the hint of a smirk on Harry's face. Harry Potter did not often smirk. I figured it would be smart not to question his judgement, and I wrapped my arms tighter around him. I opened my mouth to ask what was about to happen, and my words were ripped away from my lips with a soft shriek.

Harry had angled the broom handle down, and we were in a very steep dive. I couldn't look away as the ground started rapidly rising up to meet us. My heart nearly stuttered when he took his hands off the broomstick, clearly relishing in the moment with pure abandon.

"Harry!" This boy was clearly insane. The only reply I received was a loud, carefree laugh that seemed to start in his chest and throw itself out of his mouth before being whipped away by the still wind of our descent.

In that moment, I was terrified.

It was one of the best moments of my life. I found myself laughing with him as his hands found the broom again and he pulled us to a stop, safe and sound, my toes dangling two feet above the grass.

As we drifted to the ground and dismounted, I reveled in the cool, dizzy sensation of adrenaline rushing through my system.

And when my eyes found the pair they were looking for, my heart started to stutter all over again. Of all the things I had seen since I arrived at the Burrow, Hermione Granger's sparkling brown eyes were definitely the most beautiful, even when they were furious, as they were now.

"Harry James Potter!" I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she shouted. From the corner of my eye, I could see Ron and his father Arthur feigning interest in some of the apple trees. Clearly hoping they wouldn't be blamed for the skydive Harry and I had just taken. Harry merely looked sheepish, his dark hair tousled from the wind, emerald eyes still alight with childish joy.

"I'm sorry?" He ran his hand through his shaggy hair and shifted uncomfortably.

"You could have killed her," she said. Her hands were shaking as she reached for mine. I nearly melted with joy as I gladly gave her what she wanted. I flashed Harry a timid smile and laced my fingers through hers.

"No, it's alright. Harry wouldn't've let me fall," I told her. I sounded slightly out of breath. "Hermione?"

"Bella...?" She looked at me then, and I could see her anger melt away at the happiness that must've been evident on my face. I pressed my lips to hers softly. After all this time, it still gave me butterflies to kiss her.

"I think I like flying."