Harry grabbed her arm, and Ginny felt her heart flutter again. With a twist of his robes, Harry Apparated. They felt the uncomfortable feeling of Apparition, and Ginny was smashed against Harry's chest. She could smell his familiar scent, and she started breathing it in before they suddenly slapped against the ground.
Harry was sprawled on the ground, with Ginny right on top of him.
"Oh, sorry," Harry said as he picked himself up and helped Ginny to her feet. "When you hit against me, I lost my balance."
"Is this where those wizards are living?" Ginny asked doubtfully. They were in the woods and beautiful trees of all colors everywhere. The sky was a forget-me-not blue.
"Nah," Harry said, laughing. "I just had to Apparate far away so that they wouldn't hear us coming."
"So we're going to walk there?" Ginny asked.
"Er…" Harry stumbled. "I hadn't thought – wait a minute!"
Harry muttered something under his breath and flicked his wand. His Firebolt suddenly appeared in thin air.
"Whoa!" Ginny cried, startled. "How did you do that? That broom must have been hundreds of miles away!"
"Just a little trick I learned," Harry said, smiling.
"Well, there's only one broom," Ginny pointed out. The Firebolt was hovering next to Harry at mounting level.
"Yeah, well," Harry said, "I only have one broom."
"Can't you get mine?"
"I have to be able to see the exact spot it's at very clearly in my mind," Harry answered.
"Oh…"
"So," Harry said, "one person will either have to go on foot, or we could both get on the broom."
"Have you ever been on a broom with another person?" Ginny asked.
"No," Harry answered. "You?"
"No."
For a second they both contemplated what to do. Ginny finally spoke.
"Well, let's just hope we don't fall down."
"Let's," Harry agreed.
Harry mounted the broom and stuck his feet in the foot holder. Ginny got in behind him, and rested her feet on his legs.
"Better hold on tight," Harry advised.
Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry's waist. It felt good to wrap her arms around him again.
"We'll stay low so no one sees us," Harry said.
He tipped the Firebolt slightly forward, and the broom took off at a hundred miles per hour. Ginny laughed. She had only gone at this speed before when Harry had used to let her use his broom whenever they played Quidditch. She had always got his Firebolt, and he had always ended up with a much slower broom.
"Alright back there?" Harry called. He twisted around to look at Ginny. Their faces were very close together.
Ginny's expression suddenly changed from delight to anxiousness. "Look out!"
AN: Okay, so I'm going through this story and editing it, and I just can't believe how short all these chapters are! Sorry about that, everyone.