Trust
"Trust me." Harry told Hermione, feeling her arms clenched tight around his waist.
"But it's scary!" She complained in an uncharacteristic whine.
"It's not." He assured her. "It's like… living for the first time!"
"You sound insane. It's not comforting." She grumbled.
"Just don't fall off and you'll be fine."
"What kind of instructions are th-oh-se!?" She yelped as the broom began to climb and buried her face into Harry's shoulder.
"See, no one died!" Harry yelled cheerfully, whooping as he dived.
"Not yet!" Hermione shouted back.
"Just trust me!"
"Trust isn't going to stop me plummeting to my death." Hermione muttered darkly, but she did loosen her grip a little.
She never admit it, but it felt wonderful.