“This is completely barmy,” Ron muttered as he stood uncertainly at the edge of the lake.
“Nonsense,” Hermione replied as she effortlessly glided across the frozen surface. “I can’t believe you haven’t tried ice skating before.”
Ron directed his attention at Hermione’s ‘skates’. “Love, that’s because no sane individual, wizard and muggle alike, should be able to balance themselves on ridiculously thin, sharp blades of metal on such a slippery surface.” He shook his head in disbelief as Hermione easily spun around in a circle. “How is it that you don’t fall?”
“Practice,” Hermione told him as she drew near. “Mum and Dad would bring me to the park often during the winter before I went off to Hogwarts. I still go, just not as much because I have a wonderful boyfriend to keep me occupied now.” She smiled as he blushed in response. “And I can’t count the number of times that I’ve fallen. The trick is to get right back up and try again.” She came to a stop, her skates scraping across the ice and sending a spray of it onto Ron’s skates. “Come with me.”
Hermione grabbed onto both hands and slowly guided him to the center of the lake, supporting him as he wobbled precariously. “Then we’ll fall together.”