" Come on, Y/N!" Your boyfriend, James called. His Quidditch game was starting soon, and he wanted you to be there.

   " I'm coming, James!" you shouted back. " Just let me finish getting ready!" Even though you couldn't see him, you knew James was rolling his eyes.

   " I'm going first - see you on the field!" 

   You could hear his footsteps fade away, and you grabbed a rubber band. Unlike most wizards, you preferred doing things by hand rather than rely on magic all the time.

   Soon, your h/c hair was in a bun, and a Gryffindor scarf was wrapped around your neck. Checking to make sure your wand was in your pocket, you left the room.

   Arriving down on the court, you discovered that the game had already started. " Dang it," you muttered to yourself. You never were one for being right on time.

   You looked up, and saw James swooping towards you. He stopped in front of you and planted a quick kiss on your cheek before zooming away again, a smirk on his lips. The entire crowd awwed as your face flushed. 

   Quickly hurrying up the bleachers, you plopped down next to Remus and Marlene, some of your best friends. 

   " Hi Y/N," Remus smiled, then looked back at the book in his hands. 

   " Y/N! What was that? Was it planned?" Marlene asked excitedly. You rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm - Marlene, always the hopeless romantic. 

   " It wasn't planned, Marls! He was just being James," you insisted. " Now come on, let's watch the game!"

   Throughout the course of the game, James continued doing that, and Edward, the captain, kept scolding him. 

   At the end, after he caught the Snitch, James started his victory laps. He would do seven total - his favorite number. However, after the first lap, he swooped down and hovered on the bleachers right above you.

   " Well, Y/N?" he asked, smirking that smirk again. " Come on!" 

   " W-wait, right now?" You asked, cheeks growing hot again.

   " Duh right now! Hurry up!" When you didn't move for another second, he floated down and grabbed you, plopping you in front of him. You squeaked and leaned back against him.

   " Did you have to grab me? I could've come up by myself!" You grumbled as he continued his laps. 

   " Yeah, but it's so much more fun like this!" James snickered. You groaned and leaned back some more. 

   James turned your head and planted a kiss on your mouth, right in the middle of his seventh lap.