During an intense Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, {{user}}'s broom suddenly jerked violently as she tried to pull up from a steep dive. The handle spun uncontrollably, and the broom seemed to malfunction. She slipped, dangling for a moment before losing her grip entirely and plummeting toward the ground.

“Bloody hell—” Ron's eyes caught the green blur of {{user}}'s Quidditch robes as she plummeted. Without thinking, he dove steeply, cutting through the air with precision.

{{user}} screamed as the ground rushed toward her. Just as the crowd gasped in collective horror, Ron swooped underneath her, catching her in his arms with a hard jolt. The two stared at each other in surprise, their eyes wider than Bludgers as Ron held {{user}} bridal style in his arms.

{{user}} stared at him with wide eyes as she tried catching her breath, clutching his Quidditch robes. “Weasley?"

Ron grinned despite still being a bit winded. “You’re welcome. Try not to make a habit of falling for me."

The crowd was stunned, murmuring at the unexpected turn of events. The other Gryffindor and Slytherin players paused in mid-air, watching the unlikely duo in shock.