House: Gryffindor

Position: HoH

Category: Drabble

Prompt: Quidditch after party

Word Count (excluding header and AN): 494

Beta: Tigger

AN: It's my headcanon that Neville and Hannah had a daughter named Alice who is in Rose/Albus/Scorpius's year. I hope you enjoy.

"Just go talk to her already," urged Scorpius. "You know you want to."

"She's with her teammates," Albus argued but continued to sneak glances at the pretty brunette. "She wouldn't want me interrupting the party."

Scorpius took a pull of his butterbeer. "Trust me, she wants you to be part of her celebration." He waggled his eyebrows in innuendo.

Albus flushed crimson. "I just feel so awkward being here," he muttered.

"Why? Since it's the Gryffindors' victory party for winning the Quidditch cup again and we're Slytherins? It's not like we're on the team. Besides, Rose invited us personally and she's the captain of the team! We have every right to be here."

"Well, I just think that Alice—" Albus was cut off when he felt a tall body move behind him. He spun around to discover Professor Longbottom, head of Gryffindor, and father of the girl in question behind him. Albus swallowed hard. "Good evening, sir."

"Good evening. Mr. Malfoy, did I just here you making a rude comment about my daughter?"

Scorpius shook his head. "No, sir. I was just encouraging Albus to approach her and finally make his feelings known. It's getting a little nauseating to watch them pine after each other from across the room."

Neville smiled. "I remember my own days at Hogwarts and a Quidditch victory party very much like this one. Two students kept staring at each other from across the room until one finally plucked up the courage to do something about it."

Albus ducked his head, knowing what was coming.

Scorpius smirked. "And who were those two lovebirds?"

"Harry and Ginny, of course." Neville laughed. "If I've learned anything, it's to not let the chance at love and happiness slip away. Go talk to her," he encouraged.

Albus smiled and started to walk away before he was halted by Neville's hand on his shoulder. "But if you hurt my daughter, they won't ever find a body."

Albus paled, but continued walking across the room.

"Alice?" he asked. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Of course," she replied. Her friends drifted away, but not before giving the pair knowing looks. "What's up?"

"Good game today," he complimented.

"Oh," she said, "thank you."

"You were fantastic out there. Like really great. You're just so amazing and—"

Alice cut him off. "Albus, you're rambling."

He blushed and looked at his feet. "Oh, sorry."

"But thank you." She smiled sweetly. "It means a lot to me."

"Yeah?" he asked. When she nodded, he sighed. "Hey, Alice?"

"Hmm?"

"I really want to kiss you right now. I've been wanting to all year. You're just so pretty, and nice, and such a goo—"

She effectively silenced him by smashing her lips to his. The Gryffindor Quidditch victory party goers erupted in cheers.

"Like father, like son," Neville said as he turned away. As happy as he was, he had no desire to watch his daughter snog her new beau.