Author Note: No, this isn't for a drabble. Just a cute next gen piece I thought of.
He soared around the Quidditch field, grinning with wisps of black hair falling in front of his hazel eyes. Two Slytherins came towards him, and clutching the worn out Quaffle, he soared in a circle in the air, causing the Slytherins chasing him to collide. Ruffling his hair –alright so it did help his ego he inherited his grandfather's hair- his pride swelled as the Gryffindors went wild for him. He zoomed past the red and gold crowd, winking at a few girls from his year and his Quidditch Robes billowed behind him. The girls blushed the color of the setting sun as he easily turned on his Firebolt 300, wind rustling his hair even more.
He flew up to the goalpost, and smirked casually as he distracted the Seventh Year Goalie, blowing a kiss in her direction did in fact freeze her. He casually tossed the Quaffle over his head, watching it smoothly go into the goalpost. The Gryffindors went to their feet, roaring with applause, and he turned around to them, bowing arrogantly. Suddenly a Bludger nearly crashed into him, going into the crowd. He watched for a second before resuming play, missing the fact that one of the bravest Gryffindors Quidditch fans he had ever known had bravely transfigured a Beater's bat as the Bludger came closer to her. She sat in the front row and making sure she wouldn't hit anyone, she slammed the Bat into the Bludger, sending it the field again. She transfigured the Bat back into the flower she had used –a boy admiring her gave it to her- and grinned as the Bludger collided into one of the players. A Gryffindor player as a matter of fact.
"You arrogant git." She said laughing with mirth as James Sirius Potter fell off his broom and into the mud a few feet below him, getting covered in muck. This time the whole stadium roared into laughter.