You snatched the Quaffle from the air and flung it just underneath the opposing Keeper's broom, scoring ten points for your team as easy as that. The stands roared with approval, but only one voice stood out to you, that of your old friend Oliver Wood, as he cheered for you from the top stands. He had graduated last year but had come back for a day to see you play in this big game.

"Yeah, Y/N! That's my girl!"

You blushed, waved to him, then kept on playing. You weren't officially 'his girl' yet, but you had a good feeling that soon you might be...