It wasn't normal for him to ponder this hard over friends, but ever since you had joined the Quidditch team, you were all he could think about. A shudder went down his spine when moaning Myrtle flew by, making his annoyed expression deepen.

"Wanker." He muttered under his breath before leaving and slamming the door behind him, only for his heart to stop once more at the sight of you. Swallowing down the lump in his throat, he tentatively approached you.

"Hey mate, you coming to practice this afternoon?" He inquired as nonchalantly as he could, though he could practically feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and ears.