Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling had her fun, now I get to play.
Rules Were Everything
She thought Quidditch was his life.
She thought his world revolved around three guard posts.
She thought his heart beat only for the feel of a Quaffle between his fingertips.
Little did she know, she couldn't be further from the truth.
She was his life.
His world revolved around her.
His heart beat only for the sight of her.
Quidditch was just a distraction.
But it was wrong to feel this way.
It was against the rules and rules were everything.
Breaking rules made everybody a loser.
No, he couldn't break the rules.
Even if he wanted to.
But sometimes he couldn't help himself.
Sometimes, like now, he couldn't stop thinking of her.
He imagined her hair flowing behind her in the wind,
Her face frozen in a look of concentration as she speed after the Quaffle,
Her long arms clasping her prize to her.
Sometimes, like now, he couldn't stop his eyes from catching hers.
Her blue eyes—the color of a perfect, clear sky—trapped him and time would seem to stop.
Then he would look away.
He always looked away.
It was wrong to feel this way.
It was against the rules and rules were everything.
But so was she.
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Slowly, the Quidditch captain got up from the couch.
He crossed the common room,
his eyes fixed on his favorite chaser.
"Katie?" he began.
"Yeah, Oliver," she responded,
looking up from her book,
her eyes coming to rest on his.
He once again found himself falling into their hollow depths.
"I just wanted to remind you that we have Quidditch practice tomorrow morning."
She nodded and he walked away,
feeling her eyes following his retreating back.
Rules were everything.
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short. I got bored in Chemistry and ended up with this. It's not officially beta'd, so any mistakes are my own. You can still blame my sister though. Special thanks to Kerichi for convincing me to change this into a free verse poem. I think it sounds better this way.