When Oliver lifted Cho off the ground and twirled her, the pair of bloomers the Uniform Salesman had convinced her to buy the evening before proved to be well worth the extra seven galleons. Instead of a view of striped knickers, the captivated crowd was rewarded the briefest glimpse of a golden "34" on her backside as a the wind flipped up Cho's blue, pleated skirt. Not that she would've noticed either way. At the moment, her mind wasn't focused on undergarments, the crowd or even the flashes of light flickering in all directions. Instead, she was busy memorizing the feel of his lips as they crushed into hers and savoring the sweet scent of victory radiating off his skin. Never before had sweat seemed so sexy.
"Hi baby," she whispered against his lips as her fingers traveled up from his neck to his short, damp hair.