The Captain's Jersey

"I'm so proud of you," Hermione Granger said, running a hand through her boyfriend's messy jet-black hair in an attempt to push it out of his eyes. "Harry Potter... Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

Harry stood with Hermione in the middle of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch. He was wearing his brand-new Captain's Quidditch jersey, and there was an air of confidence about him as Hermione beamed at him in admiration. The bold red and glimmering gold colours really stood out on the fresh fabric. Hermione ran her hands from the number seven on his lower chest, to the Gryffindor logo embroiled on the left breast and a large "C" for "Captain" stamped on the right. She had never been a fan of sport, let alone Quidditch, however, there was something alluring about it.

Perhaps it was because this was The Captain's Jersey.

It had a level of importance about it. A certain status. A rank, equal to that of a Hogwarts Prefect or Head Boy and Girl. It showed a level of authority, a hint of maturity and a bucket load of responsibility, all characteristics which Hermione held in high regard. And it was on the shoulders of her man. It made her want to grab him by the neck and pull him down into a kiss, which she did, for the umpteenth time since he'd first put it on.

"Can I wear it?" Hermione dared to ask in a whisper the moment they'd pulled apart and she started fingering the fabric carefully.

"What?" Harry asked in confusion, still thinking about the kiss.

"Let me wear it," Hermione said earnestly, as she was literally pulling the hem of the jersey upwards.

Harry yielded and brought the jersey up over his head. He handed it over and pushed his glasses back up his nose, watching on in amusement as Hermione hastily pulled it over her own head and through her cascading bushy hair. Despite it being slightly loose, it fit onto her shoulders rather comfortably and she took a step back with her arms out as if to ask what he thought of it.

"You look—" Harry found himself at a loss for words trying to finish that sentence, but Hermione looked at him tentatively and raised eyebrows in question.

"Yes?" she asked hopefully.

"Beautiful. As always."

Hermione gave him a blazing look and then jumped into his arms to kiss him again. Harry wasn't quite ready for it, she put him on his backside and fell on top of him, laughing. They remained lying in the grass, in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, staring upwards at the clouds as they floated past. Wearing the jersey made Hermione feel like she was wrapped in his embrace, and if she had her way, she may never take it off again.