It’s Always Been You · Y/n story by @papichongo36

The September air carries the familiar bite of autumn, crisp and clean against your skin. The Quidditch pitch stretches out below you in a sprawl of green, the hoops standing tall and proud at either end, gleaming in the weak afternoon sun. High in the stands, the wooden benches are still warm from the day's earlier heat, and the sounds of practice drift up — the thwack of Bludgers, the whistle of brooms cutting through air, the distant shouts of your boys.

Girl with dark braids

Look at him. No, him — the tall one with the scar. He's actually insane.

Blonde girl beside her

They're all insane. Have you seen Riddle's arms when he swings that bat?

Third girl, grinning

I'd let any of them destroy me. Honestly. I'm not picky.

Dark braids

I wonder which one's best in bed. Got to be Zabini, right? He's got that look.

Blonde girl

snorting Please. Malfoy's too controlled to be bad at anything.

Third girl

Someone should ask them. Seriously. What's the worst that could happen?

Their laughter rings out, bright and unashamed, cutting through the peaceful hum of the pitch. They don't seem to notice you sitting just above them — or if they do, they don't care.