Hermione remembered a few years ago, when her father took her to an amusement park. She didn't exactly enjoy it much due to the fact that most of the rides were big, gigantic, roller coasters of doom. But she remembered this one ride. It was one of those large pirate ship rides that swung back and forth on a pendulum. At first she was very reluctant to go. She thought that if she went on what she called a "large, swinging ship of death and misery", she would vomit as soon as she got off the ride. And she was right.
But she admitted that the feeling of absolute weightlessness was exhilarating. It was merely the feeling of falling back down that made her lose her lunch. AT that moment, Hermione was in nirvana. Flying on Sirius' motorcycle gave her a feeling of pumping adrenaline and the weightlessness that she felt on the pirate ship ride. But there was no fear because for some odd reason, Hermione felt safe on this motorcycle.
After about half an hour of flying, Hermione's bottom was growing numb and she was starting to become bored with having to look at clouds pass by. She was beginning to lose hope. Suddenly, her eyes spotted a dark shape that seemed to be flying behind a cloud.
"Harry!" She thought to herself and propelled herself faster, toward the figure. She flew straight into the cloud. Closer and closer she flew until she only needed to fly several more feet and she could exit the cloud and see Harry.
"Closer............closer............closer............Harry! AHHHHHHHHHH!!" Hermione ducked to the left as an airplane shot past her, almost crashing into its left wing. Amazingly, she was able to avoid it by doing a back flip on the motorcycle and then finding herself right side up again. Of course she received a head rush immediately afterwards but that wasn't important.
"Arrrrghh! I can't believe this!" Hermione slammed her fists on the handles in a fit of rage and frustration.
"I can't believe that I actually left Grimmauld Place after Dumbledore specifically told me not to, stole the bike of one of my best friend's DEAD GODFATHER, went on a joyride through the streets of London, and have been flying on a motorcycle, when anyone with a telescope can see me, for half an hour! This is so frustrating! I should have just stayed at Grimmauld Place and studied for the-Hi Harry."
"Hey Hermione." Harry replied absentmindedly on his broom as she flew past him on her motorcycle.
"Now where was I? Oh yes. I should have just stayed in Grimmauld Place and studied for my-OMIGOSH! HARRY!"
"HERMIONE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? HOW'D YOU GET HERE? IS THAT A MOTORCYCLE!!?!!?"
"Harry, I'm real sorry about this."
Harry quickly retrieved his wand but it was too late. Hermione had already said the spell.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Harry's legs and arms snapped together. He could feel himself tilt off the broom and was soon greeted with the rush of falling. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was Hermione flying after him on her motorcycle.