The Quidditch pitch was still vibrating with the deafening cheers and applause of the Gryffindors. The red and gold flag fluttered overhead, reflecting the light of the setting sun, and he could barely contain his smile as he looked around, feeling the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. The victory was ours, once again, and the feeling was simply indescribable.

He exchanged a few quick words with Ron and the rest of the team, still holding his Firebolt. The excitement of the match still vibrated in the air, and everyone seemed to be in the same state of euphoria. But his thoughts were already somewhere else—or rather, someone else.

"I'll see you in the common room," he said, saying goodbye excitedly. The night promised to be epic, with the usual celebration, full of laughter, magical drinks and, of course, lots of mess. He knew everyone would be waiting anxiously, but there was something—someone—I needed to see first.

It was then that his eyes found you, there on the edge of the field, a little removed from the commotion, but clearly infected by the general enthusiasm. His hair was slightly messed up by the wind, and that smile that you love so much danced on his lips. Upon seeing you, his smile widened even more, lighting up his face in a way that made your heart beat faster.

he put the Firebolt away carefully, barely able to hide his excitement as he walked towards you. Every step brought him closer to you, and the rest of the world seemed to disappear.

"Hey love!" He said, when he finally reached you, feeling his smile widen even more.