Trust me
He felt her hands tense around his waist. She was scared, terrified even, yet she wouldn't say anything about it. She trusted him too much to allow herself to voice any protests. No harm could come to her if he was by her side. He'd protect her. She knew he'd definitely take care of her. If only her body could be as certain of that as her heart, then she might stop shaking.
Draco liked the feeling of her leaning against him. He was perfectly aware it meant Hermione was entrusting her safety to him. He wouldn't disappoint her, his flight would be different from when he played Quidditch, slower, gentler, more careful. He wasn't racing after the golden snitch after all. This was another challenge with a much more precious aim: her golden trust.
It was the first time Hermione was riding a broom without having been forced to do so. She'd willingly agreed to fly with Draco, conscious of all the consequences it might arouse. For example she might fall, break some bones, lose her memory, never walk again... There were so many risks! Yet she'd decided she'd turn a blind eye to them.
She'd made this important choice to show Draco how much she cared for him. It was her way of easing his worries. Because as much as they loved each other, they hadn't had the courage to announce it to the rest of world yet. Their relationship was a secret which was weighing more and more on their shoulders.
It was common knowledge that Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger hated each other. Each time they happened to be in the same room, one of them would immediately walk away so people had come to the conclusion they couldn't stand to be in one another's presence. If that wasn't hatred, what could it be? Indeed, after months of dating secretly, Draco and Hermione couldn't bear to be at the same place without going along with their true feelings. They lacked courage to appear together in public, unfortunately they also lacked courage to tell everyone the truth.
From time to time, doubts would rouse in them. Could they really be together? Would it be possible for them to, one day, reveal their relationship to the rest of the world? To overcome these useless uncertainties, both had soon understood they needed not to hesitate to prove their love as often as they could to one another.
Hermione knew how much Draco loved to fly. To finally accept his proposition to go with him had been very difficult but the happiness which had taken over his face when she'd told him she'd do it had chased away all her doubts. Besides, hadn't he faced the muggle world to please her? He'd done so without protesting, not once, and had even agreed to go back with her sometimes. For her, he'd overcome his dislike of muggles – dislike which was more his father's than his by the way. Thanks to their relationship he'd finally been able to change his mind the way he himself wanted it to be.
To fly together might be the craziest thing she'd ever done, but it was the least she could do to prove him her love. And, who knew, it might what they needed to gather enough courage to face their friends.
After such a flight, what else could scare them?
She buried her head further into his back. She swore she'd reveal the truth to everybody after their landing because, as much as she was in love, to fly was really not her thing.
