13. Her fear of heights (I LOVE FLYING WITH HER)
"OH HARRY, I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!" Hermione shouted, or more likely screamed. "I WILL KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS, HARRY JAMES POTTER, BUT FIRST WE MUST LAND BECAUSE I CAN'T LET GO OF THIS DAMNED THI- WHAAAAAAAAAA!" Hermione couldn't finish her sentence because Harry had chosen that moment to dive suddenly.
"Then we will never land, 'Mione." Harry grinned behind her, pulling the broom high up again. "To be honest, I'm quite content to be up here…" He buried his nose in her neck. "With you… Alone." Hermione clasped the broom tighter.
"HARRY! DON'T GET DISTRACTED. LOOK AT THE ROAD!" Harry laughed as he pulled back from her neck.
"There is no road, Hermione. Maybe you can see it yourself if you open your eyes." Hermione quickly shook her head.
"NO, NO I'M GOOD! WELL, AS GOOD AS I CAN BE AT A HUNDRED FEET IN THE SKY!" Harry laughed harder and squeezed her waist, pulling her closer.
"We are barely at fifty feet." Hermione clasped the broom tighter.
"STILL TOO HIGH!" Harry leaned in and kissed her cheek.
"At least stop shouting, I'm right behind you." He whispered in her ear. Harry sensed her shivering and then relaxing into his chest, leaning back.
"Okay, okay. It's just… I don't really like being up here, you know that." Harry looked at her profile. Savouring the sight of her, knowing she can't see him with her eyes shut tight.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
"'Mione?"
"What, Harry?"
"Hermione, you should see this." Hermione shook her head again, this time more slowly.
"Nope, not opening my eyes." Harry smiled. Knowing that she'll do anything he asked, she always did.
"Please."
"I said no, Harry." He put on his best lost puppy dog look.
"Pretty please with sugar on top."
"Don't look at me with those puppy dog eyes. You know very well that I can't resist them." Harry smiled again, loving the way she knows him well enough that she doesn't even need to see him. He leaned in again, kissing her cheek.
"You know that I won't let you fall, right? I thought you trusted me." Hermione's eyes opened abruptly, quickly focusing on his emerald green ones.
"Harry James Potter, you do know that I trust you with my body, heart, and soul. How can you say something-" Hermione stopped suddenly, seeing their surroundings for the first time. They were up above the lake at the grounds of their home. Hermione slowly looked around. She had seen this view countless times from the windows of their home but never like this. The sun was setting and the sky was a shade of orange that made it look like it was burning.
"It's beautiful." She gasped, never taking her eyes away from the sights. Harry was watching her with a slight smile on his lips.
"Yeah, beautiful." Hermione smiled.
"Please tell me you weren't looking at me when you said that. You can't be that cliché."
"Nope, of course I wasn't looking at you. It was totally about the scenery, completely." Hermione turned to look at him. When their eyes met, they burst out laughing.
"Thought so." Harry hugged her closer to him and Hermione leaned back into his chest again. They were silent apart from some laughter escaping their mouths. After several minutes passed like this, Harry buried his nose in her hair and inhaled her scent that he liked so much.
"I love you." Hermione smiled, leaning back closer and turning to look at his eyes.
"Oh Harry, I love you, too. Now land this damned thing so I can show you how much-AAAHHHHHHHH!" Harry didn't know that his broom could go that fast.