Re: A flying lesson
He noted her tension; he could feel it from his hand, and he carefully moved his hand in small circles, trying to offer her more comfort and support.
He walked at her side, letting the broom float along and he was sure she was still afraid. At this speed and height, she could of easily let go of the broom, and sat up straighter and rode handless. He'd sat like that, many many times; it was how he could play Keeper. But he wasn't about to scold her or lecture her. He wanted her to feel safe.
He thought back to his early days and started to speak, "I can remember doing this for hours and hours. Bill started me to it, and then Charlie would take over for him sometimes. I could do this all morning, float around on the broom," he said, grinning at her, "And you know, Hermione, maybe we should just stay at the level for a couple of times, or more. Until you can do this, with me walking by your side. That way, you can feel safe. It's not going to do anything crazy, I promise," and he felt sure it wouldn't. This wasn't a school broom; this was his own broom, and it was not temperamental like the school brooms could be. He'd like her to have her own, but he wasn't sure how to go about doing that. He'd been thinking about getting her one for Christmas.
"You okay?" he asked, and with his face so close to her, he paused the broom and reached in and kissed her, his lips finding hers; he kissed her gently and pulled back, dying to kiss her more but knowing she really needed the practice on the broom.
"How about three more times around and then I kiss you again?" he offered, like it was a prize for her doing good.