While Harry is finishing cleaning out Hedwig's cage, he hears a knock at his window. He is eager to greet Ron and tell him everything that has happened to him at the Dursleys'. When he goes over to open his window and see Ron, he does a double-take as he sees Ginny on one of Fred and George's old brooms. "Ginny! What are you bloody doing here?!" Harry exclaimed.
"I came to get you, Harry. Did you get my letter?" Ginny asked shyly.
"Yeah, actually I just replied to it," Harry said, still bewildered to see Ginny hanging (A/N: Well, sitting because she's on a broom) outside his window, watching him put his things in his trunk. He threw in his books, his parchment, some clothes, and closed the trunk. He could always accio anything he forgot later (A/N: I don't know if he really could, but let's pretend.). Harry finished with his trunk and was about to tie it to his beloved Firebolt, when he remembered that he had given his broom to Ron, and had ordered a new one for himself. But Harry's broom hadn't arrived yet. He stared around his room, almost as if expecting a broom would come flying out of nowhere and give him a ride. When his imaginary hidden broom failed to show up, he raised his head to Ginny and looked at her expectantly. Ginny was under the impression that Harry thought there was a broom hidden down her shirt, and she readily assured him that this wasn't true.
"I didn't bring an extra broom for you. Sorry, but I just thought that it would be too hard to carry it. I just thought that you could ride on the back of my broom." This last part she said with a slight blush in her young face, and her head lowered. Harry stared at her, not comprehending, so she said it again.
"You can sit on my broom. It's ok, I don't mind." To show him just how much she didn't mind, she scooted up very close to the edge, giving him enough room to lay down for a nap. "This is a family broom. It's meant to hold more than one person." Harry realized that he could very well stand here until morning, so he gave a great sigh of resignation and climbed onto the back of Ginny's broom. This was easier said than done, as he had to sort of jump from his window ledge onto her broom, after throwing his trunk to her. The broom dropped a good 10 feet as she barely caught the trunk, but it held and rose back to its usual height.
Once Harry was settled on the broom, with his hands grasping the handle in front of him, they took off into the night sky. The wind was cold as it whipped their faces, and they gritted their teeth against the onslaught of air. Ginny's hair flew into Harry's face, and he had to duck his head to get rid of it. They were going faster and faster, climber ever higher into the sky. The streets below them looked magical. The lights flickered and the toy cars zoomed by. The picturesque scene almost made Harry forget all of his worries. He tore his head away from the mesmerizing sight and focused on keeping hold of his trunk and the broom. The trunk was tied to the broom, but he wasn't sure that the tie would hold. Ginny shuddered with cold in front of him, as they were in the very clouds now. He felt an urge to comfort her, to keep her warm. His heart belonged to Hermione, but this fragile child in front of him was becoming more and more of a woman in his eyes…..