Ginny's grin only widened at the sight of Harry's familiar broom. Merlin, she'd always been so envious of that thing. It was gorgeous, and he flew amazingly on it. Of course, Ginny had a Firebolt of her own now, the newest model, but she wasn't going to rub that in or anything. Mostly because she thought it wasn't really the broom that mattered, so much as how you flew with it. Besides, she wasn't the bragging type really.
"Brilliant!" Slinging her broom over one shoulder, she reached for Harry with her free hand and pulled herself close. Pausing for just one kiss on his cheek, she exclaimed, "Here we go!" They disapparated instantly, and reappeared with a pop just outside of a huge professional Quidditch pitch. Banners hung from the entrance, dark green with a gold talon in the center, flapping slightly in the faint breeze. Unable to contain her enthusiasm, Ginny exclaimed, "Welcome to the Holyhead Harpies Pitch!" She was beaming and nearly bouncing with excitement as she pulled back to grin at Harry, curious to see his reaction to her surprise. "How would you like to fly with me today?"