4 YEARS LATER

My time with the Montrose Magpies had come to an end. I had been interviewed for a senior position at St. Mungo's and had accepted the job once it had been offered to me. There were mixed reactions to my change of job. Most of the team were happy for me, some of them were upset that I was leaving and Roger, from the moment I had told him, had started to pout. His reaction had taken me by surprise, but then again, I had forgotten how clingy he could be.

"Are you still pouting?" I asked with a roll of my eyes as I walked out of the bedroom, fixing my earrings. My eyes landed on the man who was sat in the front room, waiting for me. He greeted me with silence. "Merlin, Roger, it's been over a month since I told you. Are you going to keep acting like a child?"

"I'm not acting like a child," he protested as he rose to his feet, approaching me.

"That's what you think," I shot back before looking him over from head to toe. "Now, we're going to Alistair's to have a nice, small meal together. Are you going to behave or am I going to have to scold you like you're a moody teenager again, when we get home?"

"I'll be on my best behaviour," he said sarcastically and I patted his cheek.

"Good." Outstretching a hand for me to take, Roger pulled me into his side as he apparated us into Alistair's apartment.

Before I could reorientation myself and get a good look at my surroundings, the entire quidditch team filed out of the kitchen, taking me by surprise. They approached us quickly, pushing Roger aside and I found myself in the centre of a big group hug. Over the shoulders of the burly quidditch players, I met Roger's eyes and silently tried to get my confusion across to him.

He grinned in reply, "They all wanted to have one last get together."

"Merlin," I complained even as I couldn't stop smiling, "You're all acting as if I'm moving across the country."

They finally pulled away and I found myself face to face with the team captain who was pretending to frown at me, "Well you're the one that decided to only say goodbye to Alistair."

"Hey," I protested, gesturing to said blond haired seeker. "He's the one that told me he wanted to introduce his new boyfriend to me. You all know that whenever he starts dating someone he introduces them to me so I can see whether they're worth him."

"Well you already know who my boyfriend is," Alistair said in my ear as the team split off to talk.

I looked up at him curiously, "Who?"

He gestured with his head towards one of the team and my mouth dropped slightly when I realised who he was pointing to. "Him?"

"Simons? Really?" He chuckled at the sight of my incredulous expression. Simons, who had been talking to Roger, felt the weight of our stare and glanced curiously over at us. Realising that we were talking about him, he threw a quick wink at Alistair before turning back to talk to Roger. Alistair grew red under my eyes, "And to think, all the times you told me he wasn't your type."

"Because he isn't," he insisted, voice growing quiet as Simons gestured towards us and together he and Roger approached us. "But you can't tell him that."

"I think he already knows," I pointed out but said nothing else.

Once they reached us the pair split us up, Roger wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me towards him. I pretended not to see the way Simons slipped his hand into the back pocket of Alistair's jeans but couldn't help it. My eyes narrowed.

"Charles Simons," I warned, "If you taint Alistair in any way or hurt him –"

"Alistair isn't as innocent as you think," Roger whispered into my ear and I promptly ignored him.

"You know he's like my adopted child," I threw back at him before looking back to Charles who was looking incredibly amused. "You might think I'm not capable of doing anything but I swear to Rowena, if you hurt him in anyway then I'll have your balls."

"Yes ma'am," he said through chuckles as he turned to whisper something into Alistair's ear.

To give the couple some privacy, I led Roger away from them and went to get a drink. My eyes scanned the room, looking at the quidditch players, all of them – the first team, the reserve team and the now retired players – who had all been treated by me at least once in my last 5 years working for the team. Merlin, I was going to miss them all.

"Did we manage to take you by surprise then?" Roger asked with raised eyebrows. "I like to think my acting pulled it off."

"Your acting?" I took a sip of my drink and winced; who was letting Kim mix the drinks. The woman was a menace around drinks. Roger swapped my cup out for another one. "You mean your very real pouting?"

"That was all acting."

"Are you sure?" Raising an eyebrow, I took a sip of my drink. It was much better.

"Ok, so maybe the first week or so was real pouting but the rest was fake."

"If you say so."

"Can you blame me? Now I can't fake an injury to come and see you anymore."

"Good." Narrowing my eyes playfully, I added, "Don't even try and come to the hospital by faking an injury. If you do then I'm going to hex you into pieces."

He frowned, "I think it's obvious which of us loves the other more."

Stepping forward to kiss the frown from his lips, I pulled away with a sigh, "I still don't understand why you do it anymore? We live together Roger – you see me every day." I shrugged my shoulders, "Besides, I think you'll like my replacement."

"You know who it is?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"You're joking."