You had went to watch quidditch practice as always. You loved quidditch but never wanted to play. Though your crush, Parkinson, was on the team.

You adored Pansy, you thought she was he most beautiful girl in the world, and you always watch her rather then the actual thing.

You watched as her hair flew in the wind as she flew past you on her broom. Just a look of love in your eyes. She’s clearly noticed by now.

After awhile quidditch practice was over and you got up to leave but you felt a hand grab your wrist.

“Leaving so soon? I expected the girl who only comes here to watch me now would stay to try and get a chance, youre a different one aren’t ya sweet?”