XXIV. There is the wind in my hair, tugging at the messy strands as it whistles in my ears and I have to squint when my eyes tear up. Normally, I would find it irritating, but I cannot bring myself to mind as the ground rushes past far below and blue sky and white clouds stretch far ahead above. I feel weightless, as if I could let go and reach my arms out and fly, soar through the sky with the birds. The weight of reality, of problems and annoyances, are all left behind down on the ground where I left it.
It is freedom. Utter and blissful freedom.
With eyes shining with excitement and a huge grin on my face I shriek with delight, the sound is caught by the wind and carried away, and then Draco makes a dive and my cry gains a higher pitch as I cling tighter to the blonde with my heart in my throat.
I am sitting behind him on his broom, a polished and well maintained Firebolt, with my arms around his waist and my chin on his shoulder as we cut through the air. It is amazing, it is wonderful and it is the best! It makes me feel like I am a little kid and is everything I'd hoped it would be when I first got onto the broom, before it all went downhill… and then up into the clouds.
"Hold on!" Draco calls to me as if I wasn't already squeezing the life out of him, and then he brings the broom up sharply in a loop and I shriek when ground and sky change place. Then we're spiralling up into the sky and my shriek turns to laughter and I squeeze Draco around the middle, pressing myself against his back.
I smile
This is the best.
I am convinced that flying is truly as wonderful as Draco has told me. Soon, I'll try again on my own.