"Who you calling small, I'm at least 5 inches taller than you?" Harry joked. He knew that he was a little on the small side for a guy his age. But he didn't consider himself to be that short, the way he figured it he was just a little below average and still growing. Though when he was around any of the six Weasley brothers, he was sure he came off a bit on the small side, as they were all either quite tall like Ron or more muscular like the twins. In that light he could see why she might call him small.
She leaned back away from him a bit and thoroughly looked him over, "I believe I'm calling you small," she teased him. "Now are you gonnagoing to get on this thing or not?"
"As you command," Harry said with a mock bow, doing his best to ignore the look she'd given him. His reaction to the way she'd looked at him was something he'd have to think about later, sorting his memories tonight was going to be an interesting experience. "How do you want to do this?"
She thought about it for a second. "Why don't you sit in front, and I'll just hold you around the waist?"
Harry nodded and took a step towards her before changing his mind. "Wait. You're supposed to be the one practicing flying the Firebolt. You're not going to get any practice if I'm flying it."
Ginny waved his concern away. "It's not a problem. I'll still get a feel for what it can do with you flying. If anything, I'll get a better feel, since you're used to flying it. You know what it can handle. Besides, I have a whole week of practices to get acclimated. Did you know that we have practice every single day this week?"
Harry laughed. "That sounds like Ron alright. I'd be surprised if he gets any of his homework done this week."
"You know it," she agreed. "Now hop on. I can't wait to get back in the air."
"As you wish," Harry replied. He threw one leg over the broomstick in front of Ginny and gripped the handle in both hands.
"Scoot back," she commanded him. "You're not going to be able to fly it all the way up there." Harry began to slowly move back, careful not to crowd her space. "Oh honestly," Ginny cried out in frustration as she reached for his hips and pulled him back sharply until there bodies were pressed together. "I'm not going to bite you, Harry. Well unless you ask of course. You aren't going to ask are you?"
He looked sharply over his shoulder at her, "Sorry to disappoint you but there will be no biting requests made today," he said a bit pompously before he winked . "Anyway I didn't want to crowd you or make you uncomfortable."
"No big deal. But we need to be pressed together for this to work."
Harry nodded, looking ahead. "You ready then?"
She slipped her hands around his middle and wrapped them about his waist. "Whenever you are," she told him once she was snugly secured.
"Here we go then," Harry called over his shoulder. A moment later, he kicked off of the ground and rose into the air. He flew tentatively and slowly at first to get used to the added weight on the broom.
"Come on, Harry," she cried out. "I know you can fly better than this. Show me what you got."
"You asked for it," Harry shouted over his shoulder. And with that, he took off as though he was shot out of a cannon. He began making sharp turns and was soon zigzagging across the pitch. He loosened up as he began to fly more naturally. He allowed the Firebolt to reach maximum speed and started to use the wind currents to his advantage as he had learned to do in practice.
Soon he was completely relaxed and flying as if he was the only one on the broom. He did some loops and barrel rolls, eliciting shrieks of excitement from his passenger. He flew up high into the sky, and plunged down into one of his trademark, reckless dives. Ginny screamed the entire way down. As they drew nearer to the ground, her grip around his waist tightened. She was pressed tightly against him, chest to back, with her head on his shoulder pressed against his neck.
He noticed that she was pressed very close to him, and he couldn't help but notice all the parts that were pressed up against his body. Sharing a broomstick certainly had its advantages. He couldn't help, nor did he try to fight off, the warm feeling that suffused his body as he thought about it. He had to break his thoughts off though, as the ground was quickly approaching.
He pulled up at the last possible second, as he always did, and if she hadn't been wearing shoes, she would have felt the blades of grass running through her toes. They flew around happily for the rest of the afternoon. They ended up staying there far later than Harry had originally planned for. By the time they touched down and began heading toward the castle, the grounds were completely dark and they had missed dinner.
They headed straight to the kitchens. Dobby greeted them in his customary fashion, overly excited to see the greatest wizard in the world and his Miss Wheezy. They were treated to a feast fit for kings and spent the entire time talking and laughing and eating their fill of the delicious food.
When Harry looked back on it, he couldn't remember ever enjoying himself more fully than he had that day. He got to watch a Quidditch match, which was pretty well played. It had been a close game, 90-100 Hufflepuff until Cho managed to catch the snitch, sealing the victory for Ravenclaw. After that he had taken Ginny out to lend her his Firebolt, and ended up sharing a broom ride with her. There was nothing Harry enjoyed more than flying, and he found that flying with someone else only served to boost the experience.
The private feast afterwards was just the icing on the cake. He didn't really realize how open he became when he was around Ginny, how all his cares and troubles just seemed to be wiped away, leaving him with just the moment to enjoy. All he knew was that she was becoming increasingly more important to him, and he was glad for it. He enjoyed spending time with her more than he could have imagined. She was just fun to be around. They talked about a lot of serious things, but she always found a way to keep things light and in perspective. She could always make him laugh. And that wasn't even taking into account the times when they were just hanging out and having fun.
That night, as always, Harry sorted through his new memories to store in the various trunks in his mind. When he was putting the memory in its proper place, he did something that he had only done with a select few of his other memories. He duplicated the memory and stored it once in its proper place and the other in a special trunk. A trunk that only had a couple memories stored within. A trunk where he stored the thoughts he used when conjuring a Patronus.
The next week passed by quickly enough. Harry spent most of his time either reading or training. He gave up his metamorphmagus training for the time being because he wasn't making any progress on anything beyond hair growth. He went back to his usual subjects of study: wards (he was reading a book on the Fidelius charm), healing charms (dealing with broken bones was next), and defense.
Saturday morning arrived before he knew it, and he was feeling a bit melancholic about the day. He wished that he were playing in the game today, but he knew that it wasn't the end of the world. He made an effort to put on a brave face as he wished the team good luck at breakfast. The team marched out to head down to the pitch early halfway through the meal, and Harry was gazing longingly at their backs.
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