Kendra was excited- she was going to go to your Quidditch practice.

When you went out for practice, Ken bundled up and brought her ink and parchment, and started to write her essay in the stands.

You were flustered and a little off your game initially, once missing the Quaffle entirely. She laughed at that- you flushed pink.

As Ken wrote her essay in the stands, she too found herself looking up to check on you. the flusteredness had worn off, so you weren't as clumsy.

It was actually kind of entertaining.

She watched you fly around the pitch and play scrimmages with your teammates, going over plays and taking turns being acting Goaltender.

Ken's mind ran off with her, and she started thinking about the times she'd snuck into the Gryffindor dormitories to sleep with you.

Usually it wasn't... that, it was just a few kisses and then you reading Shakespeare until her eyes closed, then singing soft lullabies from your childhood to her to get her to sleep.