You Belong
to Me
So there he was, finally off the reserve team. This had to be the proudest day of his life... Counting back, it must be what, eight years since he had graduated... That had to be it. 25, not exactly the youngest professional Keeper ever, but it wasn't too bad. So this was it, this was the big time. He could see every seat in the stands from up here. It was a giant, glorious mish-mash of brightly coloured pennants and people in sweaters in his team's colours. What a wonderfull sensation, all of these people were relying on him to keep the Quaffle out of the hoops. He would get glory and happiness out of being the hero. He was the hero this time around. He'd gone to school with a hero, if only for three years... The boy who lived, the hero at Quidditch, the hero at everything. Well, now he was the hero, not just some old fanatical team captain at Hogwarts, but a professional Keeper. The stands were very full, and that was when he caught sight of her.
She was at a Quidditch game, an actual Quidditch game. This was the first one that she had attended since she had graduated from Hogwarts four years ago. She was 21, and still a student. But this wasn't just any school, who would have thought that she's make it into a Wizarding University? Well, lots of people perhaps... She had been Head Girl and all...
She was with someone. Who could it be? A brother? No, he could have sworn she was an only child... Her father? Much too young. A friend, that was it, it had to be a friend. She'd always had male friends, her two best friends were anything but girls...
And she was happy. Happy for a change. This was new, she'd been happy before, but never that gushy, mushy happy that makes you float on clouds. This was the first time that she had actually been in LOVE with someone. Sure, she had loved people, but this was different, this was the kind of love that makes you want to build castles in the sky and recite poetry by candlelight. This felt so right. Yes, she was happy. Really and truely happy.
Shy looked happy at least. And if she was happy, then he would have to be happy. But then, why had he been so extatic before? Before he had caught sight of her in the crowd? His heart had jumped when he had seen her. Now he was filled with a numb sense of disbelief, because he had seen the ring, only because of the glint of some shiny stone caught in the sunlight.
If she was so happy, then why did she have a nagging little tug at her heart when she looked up at the team's Keeper? She chalked it up to bad memories. Funny, she had recieved her first marriage proposal at the age of seventeen.
That sight had almost caused him to fall off of his broom. Not quite though, a little more poise was expected of him if he was to be a proffessional Keeper. No, he could handle it. Besides, the game was due to start soon. No time for thoughts of her to invade his head.
She had let him down rather abruptly... One word, she had been silly back then, but it had been a well chosen word all the same. But what had caused him to aske her that question in the first place? A gentle touch on her hand awoke her from her reverie. She turned and looked into the depths of her fiancé's eyes. No, scratch that, her perfect fiancé's eyes. He was perfect, perfect for her. There was no doubt about it, he cared about the same things she cared about. They worked well together. Twenty-one, and already engaged. It seemed fitting, she had always been mature for her age. Sure, he was older than her, three years older, but that was immaterial in the grand scheme of things, what did three years matter when they were in love? Love was not particular about age. He first noticed that the game had started when a Quaffle came flying in his direction. It was a close save, but at least now he wouldn't have time to think about HER anymore.
The game had started, and it was a good one. She clasped her fiancé's hand and watched attentively.
He was wrong, she invaded his mind none the less. It was like a slideshow of every memory he had of her. But he wouldn't let it put him off his game. No, he thought, this isn't right. You belong to me. You're mine, no one else's.
The game was over, and she allowed her fiancé to lead her out of the stands by the hand. She only looked back once, he was bashing his head on the goalposts. She wondered what he was so angry about, his team had won.
So there he was, finally off the reserve team. This had to be the proudest day of his life... Counting back, it must be what, eight years since he had graduated... That had to be it. 25, not exactly the youngest professional Keeper ever, but it wasn't too bad. So this was it, this was the big time. He could see every seat in the stands from up here. It was a giant, glorious mish-mash of brightly coloured pennants and people in sweaters in his team's colours. What a wonderfull sensation, all of these people were relying on him to keep the Quaffle out of the hoops. He would get glory and happiness out of being the hero. He was the hero this time around. He'd gone to school with a hero, if only for three years... The boy who lived, the hero at Quidditch, the hero at everything. Well, now he was the hero, not just some old fanatical team captain at Hogwarts, but a professional Keeper. The stands were very full, and that was when he caught sight of her.
She was at a Quidditch game, an actual Quidditch game. This was the first one that she had attended since she had graduated from Hogwarts four years ago. She was 21, and still a student. But this wasn't just any school, who would have thought that she's make it into a Wizarding University? Well, lots of people perhaps... She had been Head Girl and all...
She was with someone. Who could it be? A brother? No, he could have sworn she was an only child... Her father? Much too young. A friend, that was it, it had to be a friend. She'd always had male friends, her two best friends were anything but girls...
And she was happy. Happy for a change. This was new, she'd been happy before, but never that gushy, mushy happy that makes you float on clouds. This was the first time that she had actually been in LOVE with someone. Sure, she had loved people, but this was different, this was the kind of love that makes you want to build castles in the sky and recite poetry by candlelight. This felt so right. Yes, she was happy. Really and truely happy.
Shy looked happy at least. And if she was happy, then he would have to be happy. But then, why had he been so extatic before? Before he had caught sight of her in the crowd? His heart had jumped when he had seen her. Now he was filled with a numb sense of disbelief, because he had seen the ring, only because of the glint of some shiny stone caught in the sunlight.
If she was so happy, then why did she have a nagging little tug at her heart when she looked up at the team's Keeper? She chalked it up to bad memories. Funny, she had recieved her first marriage proposal at the age of seventeen.
That sight had almost caused him to fall off of his broom. Not quite though, a little more poise was expected of him if he was to be a proffessional Keeper. No, he could handle it. Besides, the game was due to start soon. No time for thoughts of her to invade his head.
She had let him down rather abruptly... One word, she had been silly back then, but it had been a well chosen word all the same. But what had caused him to aske her that question in the first place? A gentle touch on her hand awoke her from her reverie. She turned and looked into the depths of her fiancé's eyes. No, scratch that, her perfect fiancé's eyes. He was perfect, perfect for her. There was no doubt about it, he cared about the same things she cared about. They worked well together. Twenty-one, and already engaged. It seemed fitting, she had always been mature for her age. Sure, he was older than her, three years older, but that was immaterial in the grand scheme of things, what did three years matter when they were in love? Love was not particular about age. He first noticed that the game had started when a Quaffle came flying in his direction. It was a close save, but at least now he wouldn't have time to think about HER anymore.
The game had started, and it was a good one. She clasped her fiancé's hand and watched attentively.
He was wrong, she invaded his mind none the less. It was like a slideshow of every memory he had of her. But he wouldn't let it put him off his game. No, he thought, this isn't right. You belong to me. You're mine, no one else's.
The game was over, and she allowed her fiancé to lead her out of the stands by the hand. She only looked back once, he was bashing his head on the goalposts. She wondered what he was so angry about, his team had won.