Flying

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- Harry's POV

     Oh how nice it is, Hermione's soft hands holding my waist. She was asleep leaning on my shoulders. I have taken her on my Firebolt and she has been squealing in fright for the first 5 minutes. 

     The cool wind blowing in our faces, our hair sweeping across our eyes, it is hard to say it is frightening. But Hermione had said, "Harry, you have been through so much broom rides and you are the youngest seeker in a century! But me, I have never been on a broom before, and I am very frightened I would fall!" But then I joked, "'Mione, you are not Hagrid, you wouldn't fall off a broom." She laughed nervously. And a few minutes later she fell asleep. She must be so sleepy...

- Hermione's POV

     Oh that cursed Ronald Weasley... He would never have taken me on a broom. How nice it is to be on a broom with the famous Harry Potter... I kept squealing because I was afraid I would fall off the broom but Harry's words were soothing, unlike Ronald's piercing words. He had just joked that I wouldn't fall off the broom like Hagrid, our half-giant Care of Magical Creatures professor and gamekeeper of Hogwarts, the stunning school we had studied in. Oh Harry... I chuckled, and fell asleep.

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