He's so glad he's not a beater.

Not that he has anything against them, true they don't have quite the prestige chasers do, but the wind does weird things to bludgers.

He glances down and spots her flaming hair, blowing as though it really were fire.

Beautiful.

He catches the quaffle squarely in his hands, the impact making them sting. This is the best part, the moment before he scores.

Later, after they've won, he spots her. "Great match, huh?"

"Don't you ever get bored with pestering me? Why don't you try someone else?"

"And what fun would that be?"