"None of your fancy racing brooms, either. I'm a good flyer, but not Quidditch-good," she admitted. She felt a warm glow in her stomach as he took her hand and she laced her fingers with his, holding onto him.
"I'm sure they'll be lovely," she said, pleased with, well, just about everything at the moment. Even the worries about school and the eventual confrontation with Pansy and her sister's engagement... it all seemed very far away at the moment.