At first, it was a  little  terrifying, Hermione admitted to herself. Two wheels, no safety belts, no air-bags, roof or side doors. If her parents were still around, they would have scolded her for  hours.  She held onto Draco around the middle tightly, her breath caught in her throat, shoulders tense and eyes wide as they rode down the street. Draco was effortless, of course. He’d been riding for just about half of his life. He was confident but careful with her as his passenger.