They walked silently out to the pitch and Draco watched as Hermione wrung her hands together, clasped in front of her. It was actually quite endearing just how terrified she was of flying. Draco had flown since he was a toddler. A broom felt quite like an extension of himself at this point in his flying career. But Draco also knew that Hermione did not have that privilege, the privilege of growing up in a magical home, with magical parents, where she could have learned these things at a young age like Draco had. He wanted her to love it, so he planned to make her lesson as enjoyable as possible. 