So this is my first HP FanFic

Just a fluffy story about a Pro-Quidditch player of my own creation and our favourite red-headed trouble makers, and their journey of love, friendship and (of course) heart break.

I own none of the stuff by JK.

A/N

Just an idea brewing in my head, I write slow, I'm sorry for that. Love it, Hate it, Want to Fix it, leave a review to let me know, criticism is the best way for me to improve. I would also like to credit the title of this story, along with my penname and the title of my other story, Movement and Progress, to a quote. This quote is, "A laugh is a smile that bursts." Said by Mary H. Waldrip. And of course thank my Beta Reader Malon A. Lupin.

Bursting Smiles – Prologue

Tingly.

That's how she would describe it; the feeling of the air whooshing past her as she soared through it. It made her tingle.

Although, it could also be the adrenaline rush that shot through her body every time she set foot on the magical field. But she didn't really care about the cause; all that mattered was the feeling, and that Quidditch made her feel it.

She looked out on the field, and the tingles ran over her. "Ran" was perhaps not the right word, more like exploded. And she smiled. She had done this a million times, stare out at the field, have the tingles explode over her, and every time she smiled that same smile, because every time felt like the very first time that she was stepping onto the field. She loved Quidditch with all her heart and would never – ever – love anything more.

"Bratton! Get that goofy look off your face and concentrate, we gotta win this one!" Mark's voice was stern, but she knew, even without looking at him, that he was smiling. He said the same thing before every game, just like she herself looked out on the field and smiled before every game.

"Mark, when are you going to loosen up?" she countered as she turn around to face him, the broad smile still on her lips. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him waist, standing on her very tippy-toes to give him a quick kiss on the lips before turning again, taking his hand, grabbing her broom, and walking towards the field.

"When you start taking this seriously," he replied, just as they joined their team.

"I do take this seriously, you know that," she responded, the goofy grin still plastered on her lips as the team in unison mounted their brooms and kicked off to begin the game.

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Ok, so I know that it's not a lot of well anything…writing, info, etc. but that's just the way I write. I hope you enjoyed the little tid-bit I gave you. Much Love! – J