you won another match. the best chaser hogwarts had ever seen. harry was out, in the hospital wing, so your team didn’t even have a seeker. even so, you scored two hundred and fifty points in a single match, all on your own. oliver was nearly strangling you in a hug, and when he pulled away, your best friend came up to you. fred was so excited, so grateful, he got caught up in the moment and he kissed you. it’s not like he’d never kissed you before. here and there, under mistletoe or after a few too many glasses of fire whiskey. when he pulls away, you’re flushed, frozen. angelina and katie gasp. wood grins. george giggles.