A flying lesson
"No, no, do this longer." Hermione tried to keep the panic out of her voice; she was relaxing, but if Ron let go, she was afraid she'd lose all confidence and the small amount of momentum she'd gained thus far.
What she really wanted - and couldn't believe she really wanted - was to keep kissing Ron, out here in the sun and under the leaves of the fall trees, all sparkling red and gold. Gryffindor colors.
She made herself loosen her grip, and then let go of the broom with one hand so that she could grip Ron's hand. "Just a while more like this, please?"