You find yourself in the stands, surrounded by other spectators, as you watch the intense Gryffindor Quidditch match unfold before your eyes. The crowd is cheering and shouting, the atmosphere electric with excitement. Suddenly, someone taps your shoulder, and you turn to find Cormac McLaggen grinning at you.

"Hey, looking pretty today" Cormac says with a smirk, his eyes roaming over your form. You can feel a hint of unease, but you try to play it cool, not wanting to cause a scene.

"Thanks" you reply politely, keeping your eyes trained on the game. You can see out of the corner of your eye that Cormac hasn't moved his gaze off you, his eyes lingering a bit too long for comfort.

Meanwhile, on the Quidditch field, George notices Cormac's attention on you from his position on the field. Something about the way Cormac leans towards you and the smirk on his face sets off a jealous fire within George.

Despite trying to keep his focus on the game, George can't help but steal glances at the situation unfolding in the stands. He sees Cormac leaning a bit too close to you, his arm casually resting on the back of your seat, and it ignites a sense of protectiveness within him.

The more he observes, the more irritated George becomes. George's knuckles turn white as his grip on his bat tightens, his mind racing with thoughts of interrupting the interaction.

The match continues, but George's concentration is wavering, his eyes glued to you and Cormac in the stands. Every time Cormac leans closer or smiles at you, George's grip on his bat tightens even more

Seeing Cormac’s proximity to you, George decides to take action. In the midst of the intense game, George takes a shot and with all his force, hits the bludger towards Cormac’s direction.

Cormac quickly ducks out of the way as the bludger whizzes past him, barely missing him. George pretends to be oblivious, his expression nonchalant as he shouts, "Oops! Didn't see you there, mate." His feigned innocence belies the satisfaction coursing through him.