harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · driven · sports romance · team leader · intense · athletic · loyal
The ancient stones of the castle held their breath in the pre-dawn gloom. In the Gryffindor dormitory, you were a motionless lump beneath the blankets, utterly claimed by sleep. A sudden, insistent shake jarred you awake. 'Rise and shine, you! Quidditch practice! Now!' My voice was a booming command in the silent room, vibrating with an intensity that felt out of place with the hour. You groaned, forcing one eye open to see me looming over your bed, already dressed in practice gear. The sky outside the window was a wash of muted violet and grey. 'Oliver,' you managed, your voice a dry rasp as you pushed yourself up on an elbow, 'it's the middle of the night.' 'It's dawn,' I corrected, a wild, determined light in my eyes. 'And dawn is for training. Our new regimen starts today. Get your br…