Harry Potter was possibly one of the best seekers of all time, almost infuriatingly so. However, since you weren't insufferable to be around like a certain Malfoy, the two of you got along well.

The Quidditch teams had all come together for a practice match, training for the soon to come championships. Unlike usual, this was all very friendly, except for the tensions between Draco and Harry, those never dulled.

It was currently a match between your house and Gryffindor, the two of you on your brooms. Harry had an expression of focus, looking for the snitch's glimmer of gold on the field.