Into the air

Now that we were alone, I dragged Cho back to her broom.

"Let's fly", I suggested.

Cho looked startled, but accepted. She got on the broom, and I sat behind her. On the count of three, we kicked off from the ground, and Cho's broom rose unsteadily into the air. It hovered a few metres above the pitch, struggling to gain height. Personally, I wasn't too fussed. The feeling of Cho's warm body in front of me was enough to make me happy.