For the Dribble Drabble thread.

Fredi & Hermione. Height.

Once, there was a girl who was afraid of heights. She kept this a secret, and vowed to never tell anyone. Because it made her feel so vulnerable, and she wanted to be strong.

If someone asked her why she never played Quidditch, it wasn't because of her fear. It was because Quidditch was a silly sport and she had better things to do.

If someone asked her why she always stood one step behind everyone else in the Astronomy Tower, it wasn't because of her fear. It was because she saw much better that way.

And thus, she did feel stronger. No one found out and the vulnerability slowly disappeared—though her anxiety about being too high up from the ground didn't fade away the slightest. But that didn't matter, because she felt now as though she couldn't be harmed because of it; it was only a little trait of her that she preferred unexposed.

Then he came: the boy that looked right through her, the boy that she had been trying to hide it the most from. Because she had known if he found out, everyone would.

But he still came. And did find out. But he didn't say anything at all.

They stood together underneath the big tree in the garden at The Burrow, and, silently, he grabbed her hand.

They climbed the tree, that night. Together, and the girl had never felt freer.

Maybe she didn't need to have her feet on the ground all the time.