HE KNOWS THAT NEXT MATCH THEY’RE PLAYING SLYTHERIN. the thought alone makes his heart beat faster. he hates playing the house. a part of it steams from the fear that they’re going to injure him, forcing him out of the quidditch cup final, but he’s more worried about the backlash lorelai will receive. he loves that she gives up her house to support him, to lose her voice over to make sure he knows how proud he makes her, but not supporting your own house has its consequences and luke doesn’t want lorelai to be at the hands of her house because of him. he shakes his head, he can focus on the next match later, right now he wants to focus on his win and his girlfriend.

he runs to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up. he swings her around, a smile on his face. “don’t you dare,” he responds as he kisses her ( rather passionately ). they aren’t ones for pda, but a winning rather difficult match calls for at least one kiss. he pulls away and places her back on the ground. “i love it when you wear my clothes, you know that.”