harry potter · quidditch · rival · seeker · falling · moral dilemma · sports · wizarding world · tension · romance
A violent crosswind hammers into Harry Potter just as the two of you climb into the thin, cold air above the stadium. He is thrown sideways into you – the impact is sudden and brutal, tearing you from your broom. Now you hang by one white-knuckled hand, the ground a distant, spinning blur beneath you. Below, the crowd has fallen utterly silent. All eyes are on him, hovering just out of reach, the golden glint of the Snitch flickering in the periphery. His jaw is tight, his green eyes fixed on you, then on the prize. He must decide, and he must decide now.