Literature
Never Kiss and Tell
Harry adjusted his footing on his broom, jostling it a bit. The only thing he was able to focus on was the grain of the wood and the flurry of color from beneath him as he rocketed through the air. He'd won a number of Quidditch matches this way, balancing and standing up on his broom, and he figured he might as well practice at it. He'd fallen every time he caught the elusive golden snitch this way. Maybe, with practice he'd be able to snatch it up and get comfortably back down on his broom. Well, as long as no bludgers, wizards, dementers or who knows what else tried to go after him.
It was just now dawn, and as Harry raised his gaze he co