Ginny led him through the gates, through a brief hallway and down the ramp that led out onto the pitch. Green grass stretched out in front of them, stands soared up above their heads, filled with endless empty green seats, and above them high in the sky were the shining golden hoops. She saw this every day when she played here, and now, looking at Harry, it was like she was seeing it all for the first time again, through his eyes. Seeing how amazingly brilliant it all was, and wondering if maybe she'd started to take it for granted just a bit.
At his words, or rather, his attempt to formulate words, Ginny just nodded and replied simply, "Yeah." She knew. At least, as much as she could understand of how she was feeling, she did. She leaned up again to press a kiss to his cheek, and then unslung her broom from her shoulder as she said softly, "So, you ready to fly again, Harry?" If he needed a moment, she'd understand.