"Well, you wouldn’t catch me dead on a broom. This, however..." The brisk air was sobering her up a bit, and now felt the flush of embarrassment in her cheeks. "Well anyway, it’s a shame the drive will be so short." Malfoy released Hermione’s hand before straddling the bike. It roared to life, so loudly Hermione gave a little yelp. A smirk came from the tall, blonde man, and a curl of his finger for her to join him. Hermione approached with excited trepidation; the last time she’d been on the back of a motorcycle was almost a decade ago, with Sirius Black. She’d had a small crush on the older wizard, the knowledge of which would go with her to the grave. 