Days that were free of responsibility were still new to Harry, and he probably wouldn't have appreciated them nearly as much if he hadn't been working during the week. He wasn't lazy, exactly; even sitting here on the couch he was reading through the Prophets he hadn't found time to read this week, working his way through to today's. He looked up when she entered the room, though, a smile appearing on his face in response to her obvious excitement about whatever it was.
"A surprise?" he asked, which was not really asking what it was. It was more of a rhetorical question. He could guess, somewhat, from the fact that he was to bring his broom. He only hesitated for a moment before setting the paper aside and getting to his feet. "Alright. I'll get my broom."
It wasn't terribly difficult to persuade him to get his broom, which had gone mostly unused in the last few years. He hadn't only brought it with him on the run because he was loath to lose it; he'd figured that it might come in handy at some point. And it had, on occasion, though he hadn't flown it for the purposes of playing Quidditch. He paused now before picking it up, remembering the first time he'd tried to get a broom to rise to his hand, and how naturally flying had come to him. It had been a while since he'd flown, now, it almost felt new all over again.
He reappeared, carrying his Firebolt, and grinned back at Ginny. Though he would have been content to spend the day indoors reading the newspaper moments before, he was now excited for this adventure. "Okay. I'm ready."