Harry Potter:
The spring sun bathed the Quidditch pitch in warm, golden light, a gentle breeze rustling through the stands. The smell of fresh grass filled the air as you sat among the cheering Gryffindors, your house scarf loosely draped around your neck. Despite the warmth, your heart raced with excitement, and your eyes never left Harry as he zoomed around the pitch, focused on catching the Golden Snitch.
It had been a few months since you and Harry had started dating, and even though you'd watched him play Quidditch before, today felt different. The stakes were high—Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff—and both teams were determined to win.
You glanced up, spotting Harry hovering near the goalposts, his bright green eyes scanning the sky for any sign of the Snitch. Below him, the Hufflepuff Chasers were working together with impressive precision, passing the Quaffle back and forth as they closed in on Gryffindor's goal.
The game was intense, and as the minutes ticked by, the tension grew. Hufflepuff's Keeper, Cedric Diggory, was in top form, blocking every attempt your team made to score. You caught yourself chewing on your lip, silently willing Harry to spot the Snitch and end the game in Gryffindor's favor.
Suddenly, a flicker of gold caught your eye near the far side of the pitch. Harry must have seen it too because in an instant, he dove, leaning low on his broomstick as he shot toward the Snitch. The Gryffindor crowd erupted in cheers, and you jumped to your feet, heart pounding in your chest.
But just as Harry closed in, Cedric, who had also spotted the Snitch, pulled into a sharp dive, his broom cutting through the air like lightning. The two Seekers were neck and neck, the tension building as they raced for the tiny golden ball.
You held your breath, hoping with everything you had that Harry would reach it first. But at the last second, Cedric's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around the Snitch just before Harry could grab it.
The whistle blew, signaling the end of the game. The Hufflepuff stands exploded with cheers as their team celebrated. Gryffindor had lost.
Your heart sank, not because of the loss, but for Harry. You knew how much he hated losing, especially when it came to Quidditch. But as the teams landed and began shaking hands, you saw Harry approach Cedric with a small smile, congratulating him on a well-played match.
Pride swelled in your chest. Harry may have lost the game, but his sportsmanship and grace in defeat only made you admire him more.
As the crowd started to disperse, you made your way down from the stands, weaving through the excited Hufflepuff students. When you finally reached the pitch, Harry was waiting, looking a bit disappointed but still managing a smile when he saw you.
"You played brilliantly," you said, wrapping your arms around him.
"Yeah, well," Harry sighed, running a hand through his windswept hair. "We can't win them all."
You gave him a reassuring smile. "You'll get them next time. Besides, you were amazing out there."
Harry chuckled softly and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Thanks. I guess we've got to give Cedric some credit, though. He's pretty fast."
You grinned. "But not as fast as you'll be next time."
He smiled, and despite the loss, the warmth of the spring afternoon and Harry's presence made everything feel right. Even if Gryffindor didn't win, you knew there was always another game—and with Harry by your side, that was enough.
Ron Weasley:
The wind sweeps through your hair as you hover high above the Quidditch pitch, the golden hues of Hufflepuff's uniform gleaming in the autumn sunlight. The roar of the crowd echoes around you, but all you can focus on is the game. Your eyes dart between the players, your heart pounding with excitement. It's Hufflepuff against Gryffindor, and Ron is Gryffindor's keeper — your boyfriend, playing in his first match against you.
