The weather was fair as the sun shone brightly in the cloudy blue sky, the fluffy cumulus softening the picturesque scene. Although the pitch was dotted with the blues and reds of the rival Houses, he sat amongst a forest of green and silver. The shouts and cheers of his fellow Housemates, supporting any side but the lions, surrounded him and knocked him like an aggressive current, throwing him this way and that as he attempted to stay afloat. His sepia-coloured hair did not stick out in the crowd, though his olive skin did, a testament to his heritage. It was the Gryffindor team he watched now, though, carefully searching for one in particular he had only just lost sight of.
Even from such a far distance, sitting in the Slytherin stands, he could once more make out her halo of fire as it whipped around her face, even despite its tie. He couldn't help but think he'd be much gentler if he got to touch her face. The captain of the Gryffindor team was famously serving detention this match and to compensate they'd shuffled their players around like a deck of cards. He followed her course across the pitch like an enraptured disciple, though his dark brown eyes remained impassive as he sat amongst his fellow snakes.
She was beautiful, but she was a Gryffindor and it was obvious to anyone with eyes hers were only for her captain. Not all, she was also a blood traitor and although he struggled to stay neutral, he knew she would accept nothing less than a champion of the light. He would watch her and so watch him, the one who held her heart and didn't even know it. But he could see in the Gryffindor's face that she was starting to hold his too. Her brown eyes, lighter than his own, were never far from the green, the same as his were never far from her.
She blew past him like a rocket, hunting the snitch as her lioness-self demanded. Her expression was fierce, he saw, in those brief seconds she flew so near, and his heart stuttered out an unsteady beat. Her hair struck out behind her like a fiery blaze and he couldn't stop his longing, mournful sigh, swallowed by the cries, shouts and catcalls of his Housemates.
Longer than I wanted, but I don't want to cut anything out of this. Again, I'm open to pairing requests and if you have a specific idea in mind, feel free to tell me. So this pairing was also requested and thus dedicated to the lovely MrsMalfoy14. Also, the last pairing happened to be (drumroll please!) the lovely Daphne Greengrass and Draco Malfoy. Can you guess this pair, though? We'll see how many of you can get the right answer, eh? I did leave – somewhat subtle, I suppose – clues. Good luck!
Hermitt