Harry and Neville stood in the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts, with Harry holding a broomstick in his hand while Neville stood next to him, observing.
"You want to keep a tight grip on the broomstick," Harry instructed, holding Neville 's hand and guiding it to the right position on the handle. "And make sure you're leaning forward slightly, with your weight centered over the broom."
Neville nodded, his heart racing as Harry's hand stayed on his. He had always harbored feelings for Harry but had never acted on them, thinking they were one-sided. But now, with Harry's hand on his, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope.
"Okay, now kick off the ground and let the broom do the work," Harry said, taking a step back to give Neville room.
Neville pushed off the ground and felt the broom lift him into the air. He let out a whoop of excitement, feeling the wind rush past him. But as he gained altitude, he suddenly felt unsteady, his grip on the broom slipping.
"Whoa, steady there," Harry said, darting forward to grab Neville around the waist.
Neville felt a jolt of electricity as Harry's strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. He could feel Harry's breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
"Sorry," Neville muttered, feeling embarrassed at his lack of control.
"It's alright," Harry said, his voice low and husky. "Just keep your grip tight and your balance centered. You'll get the hang of it."
Neville nodded, feeling a renewed sense of confidence as Harry's hand found its way to his shoulder. He could feel the heat of Harry's body against his own, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of desire.
As they continued to fly, Harry's hands guided Neville's movements, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Neville couldn't help but feel like they were meant to be together, their connection palpable in the air between them.
"Thanks for teaching me," Neville said, as they landed back on the ground.
"Anytime," Harry replied, a small smile on his face. "We should do this more often."