The Ravenclaw quidditch team had dispersed for the evening, but Eirin decided to hang back and practice a little. She was throwing quaffles into the goal posts. She loved flying. The way her blonde hair escaped her ponytail and flew around her face. It was an incredible feeling. Nothing else made her feel the way flying did. Except Oliver. He was the keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They were in the same year, but she felt as though he never noticed her unless she was hurling a quaffle in his direction.
"Oy!" She looked down and who happened to be standing there but Oliver Wood.
"Oy yourself."
"Mind if I join you?" he asked. If Eirin hadn't been holding onto her broom she would have fallen off.
"Sure." She yelled down to him. He flew up to her. They practiced. Eirin throwing and Oliver catching. They talked too. Oliver told him of his family and Eirin told Oliver of hers. They spent what felt like hours just getting to know each other. She could hardly believe her luck.
"So… what do you say to going on a date with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?" he asked. Eirin was so surprised she fell off her broom. Thank goodness Oliver was there to catch her. She felt embarrassed but he laughed it off.
"I can't believe that just happened." She exclaimed, her face turning red.
"I'm glad it happened" said Oliver "because now I have you on my broom and I can do this." And he leaned in and kissed her. They stayed like that for a few minutes, locked by their lips. Snogging under the stars and the moon. It was perfect, and Eirin was in heaven.