He'd always loved the smell of freshly mowed grass. The smell of the crisp fresh air as you got higher into the sky.
As the wind brushed through his unruly raven hair, he looked up at the stands high above him. Being a cool day with no match or practice scheduled they were noticeably deserted. Around the pitch were the ten stands. All tall wooden structures draped with the hangings colored to suit each house. Two, scarlet and gold for the mighty Gryffindor. Two, green (Yes green. Not emerald.) and silver sneaky Slytherin. Two for Hufflepuff with their bumblebee inspired scheme of black and yellow. Two more, draped in bronze and blue for Ravenclaw.
There were two more stands, both draped in black cloth. Reserved for Professors and the Commentator.
Rain, hail or snow, every match was to be played. The boy always felt a surge of calm throughout his body as he stepped on to the pitch. When he flew he had not a care in the world.
He scanned the minimal crowd that were spread across the stands. One person. One girl. A girl who's appearance could never be mistaken as someone else. Her crimson hair whipping around in the wind. Wrapped in her scarlet and gold Gryffindor blanket up to her neck, her emerald (Yes emerald not green) eyes absorbing every word apon the page she was reading. The girl that constantly occupied the boy's brain, the girl that caused the boy pain, happiness and love for the boy was completely in love with the girl. The girl had been the object of his chase for six years, the girl that finally gave in.
His girl.
As he mounted his broom and began to rise into the sky, the rain began to fall. As each drop hit his face he felt all his insecurities and thoughts wash away. He loved rain. The way it felt, tasted and smelt everything about it was soothing. Rain and flying, the best combination.
The pitch was always the place he felt he could be himself. No mask to hide behind, no walls up. He could talk to anyone whilst on the pitch, he could calm down easily on the pitch and if he couldn't sleep he flew then he would go back and sleep soundly.
It was his escape. His freedom, from his life below.