This was why she'd wanted to bring him here, why she'd come up with this whole idea. That look on his face as he climbed into his broom, the slow grin he directed at her that made her feel all warm and happy and excited. She only waited a minute, just wanting to watch Harry take off and fly again; just as always he looked amazing, as if the broom were an extension of his body. Some people were just born to fly, in Ginny's opinion, and Harry was certainly one of them.
Laughing, she mounted her broom and kicked off, soaring after him through the air. It didn't take long to catch up, and she came up along side him, beaming as her ponytail whipped behind her. She pushed ahead a bit and lay flat on her broom before turning into a barrel roll, laughter bubbling out of her only to be whisked away by the air as she steadied herself again.
There was nothing like flying, the weightlessness, the rush, the adrenaline, the speed. Sometimes she lived for this feeling, she couldn't imagine Harry having been away from it for so long. Dropping back to get close to his side again, she flashed him a grin and shouted, "Race you around the pitch?"