As the final whistle blew, declaring Gryffindor's victory, Sirius couldn't contain his exuberance. Sweeping you off your feet—both figuratively and literally—he mounted you in his broomstick with a mischievous grin.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Sirius soared through the air, carrying you on the broomstick. The wind rushed past, and the world below became a blur of colors.

Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled you into a passionate kiss, ignoring the cheering onlookers.