Dear diary,

Sometimes I really do love Dominique Weasley. Dom is Louis' middle sister, and while she might not have Vic's class or her silvery hair, she's so easy to talk to. She's one of my closest cousins and I didn't realise how much I've missed her this year until today. I woke up late, with the curtains drawn shut around my bed. I could hear someone in the room still but they left after a few minutes, and I couldn't be bothered to face everyone at breakfast, so I stayed in bed. I was still angry with Louis and the others and I completely forgot that today was meant to be the Quidditch match. Instead I just lay there moping, replaying everything Louis said over and over in my head. I pretended that I wasn't bothered about that Stephanie thing, but deep down I'm starting to wonder. It's left me with all these stupid doubts and it's hard sometimes to remember that it's all in my head. Mark would never do that, I know. He doesn't have to say it, but I think he loves me. I love him anyway.

Then, suddenly, the door slammed open. 'LUCY WEASLEY! WHY DIDN'T I GET A SPECIAL HELLO?!' blonde waves, and green eyes. Dom Weasley was apparently unwilling to allow me to mope all day.

'DOM?! It's not the match today is it?' I asked sleepily as she marched towards me.

'I know Louis is a prat, but I've spoken to him and he's agreed to apologise if you will.' she told me. I could've hugged her. I did hug her. Dom isn't really a huggy person, but when she hugs you, you know it's sincere. That she really wants to hug you.

She forced me to pull some clothes on and make myself look half decent, before handing me a muffin to eat on our way down to the Quidditch pitch.

It was cold, colder than I expected it to be. We talked as we walked and Dom told me all about her job with the harpies, her new flat and her new friends. I told her all about Mark and NEWT classes. She said Mark sounded nice, and that yes, Louis was probably jealous, because all his relationships seem to last under three months. She cheered me up enough that I could go and sit with Delilah and Alec. Delilah is actually really nice when you get to know her, and she's not as quiet as I thought. She didn't ask about the row yesterday when I sat down, and nor did Alec.

'Who do you think will win?' asks Alec.

'I'm rooting for Ravenclaw.' I wink.

'Are all your family in Gryffindor or...?' Delilah trailed off.

'Oh, no, all of them have been so far and there are only two left to start, not that they'll be here for another few years yet.' I told them.

'I have a little sister, who'll probably be starting soon.' Delilah told me, 'She's five.'

'Oh! She'll be there with Nymph and Remus!' I explained, 'They're Rose's siblings, you know Rose, don't you?'

'I see her in the library sometimes.'

'Yes she's in there as much as I am!' I told her happily.

After a while I spotted Vic and Teddy, so I left to talk to them for a bit. 'Hi Lucy!' Vic smiled. 'Ignore Louis, won't you? He really can be such a prick at times!'

I giggled. 'Will do, Vic.' as Teddy winked at me.

'Where's this boyfriend of yours' Luce?' Teddy asked.

'He'll be here soon, no doubt.' I told them, before spotting Mark walking up towards us. 'Here he is, now.' I smiled, grabbing his arm.

'Hi Luce!' he smiled, wrapping an arm round me. He looked as gorgeous as ever, his brown curls just waiting for me to run my fingers through it.

'Mark this is Teddy and Vic, who you probably recognise. Ted, Vic, this is my boyfriend, Mark.' I smile.

'Nice to meet you, Mark.' Vic says.

'Just be nice to her, eh?' Teddy says.

'I wouldn't dare do anything to hurt her, especially not now I've been warned by her cousins...' Mark laughs, as we go to sit down beside Dom and Professor Arameus who were oddly close seeming, for an ex-student and her professor. Hmm, I sense a story here.

Before I can say anything, however, the game starts, and Ben Jordan is calling out Ravenclaw names as the players walk on.

"Boot, Lawrence! Greenburrow, Heather! Higgs, Eleanor! Letherton, Isobel! Scranton, Michael! Turpin, Harry! Wiseacre, Cedric! And on the Gryffindor Team - affectionately known as Team Wotter - We have Malfoy, Scorpius!" Scorpius shoots onto the pitch, hair gleaming almost silver in the sunlight.

"Wood-Bell, Sebastian!" Seb flies on, grinning. He looks so much like his dad did when I was a kid and he was on the England team.

"And, getting into the Wotters now, we have... Potter, Lily!" Lily shoots on, red hair streaming behind her.

"Weasley, Fred!" Fred flies on, pumping his fist as a chant starts up from the stands.

"GO GO WOTTERS! WEASLEYS AND POTTERS! GRYFFINDOR'LL BEAT YOU ALL AND CHASE YOU LOSERS OUT THE DOOR! FOR GRYFFINDOR THEY'LL WIN IT SO IT'S FOR THE WOTTERS THAT WE SING IT!"

"Weasley, Molly!" Molly comes out, and she looks perfect as per usual. Strawberry blonde curls fly around her face as she completes a little flip, making the crowd go wild. After all, everyone loves Molly.

"Weasley, Rose!" Rose flies out, doing a huge loop the loop, and a small somersault at the end. She grins as the crowd scream. She's the best seeker we've ever had - apart from Uncle Harry, of course. But Rose has only ever lost three games in four years on the team.

"And finally, I give you, the JAMES POTTER!" at this point the crowd have reached hysteria level. "GO GO WOTTERS, WEASLEYS AND POTTERS! GRYFFINDOR'LL BEAT YOU ALL AND CHASE YOU LOSERS OUT THE DOOR! GRYFFINDOR'LL WIN IT, SO IT'S FOR THE WOTTERS THAT WE SING IT! GO GO WOTTERS..." over and over they chant it as Madam Hooch blows the whistle for lift off.

"And Lily Potter has the quaffle. Potter, Weasley, Malfoy, Potter and she scores! 10-0 to Gryffindor! Lily Potter has it again - she's a good looking girl that one, but she always refuses to go out with me, kicked me right in the..."

"Jordan, if you can't commentate properly, I'll have to...!" McGonagall took over.

"Sorry, sorry Professor! Right, back to the pitch. And Weasley - Molly that is, has the quaffle, she's passing it to Malfoy and he scores again! 20-0 to Gryffindor!"

Mark beside me isn't looking at Malfoy. His eyes trail Molly as she flies around the pitch, she's not even anywhere near the quaffle, trying to avoid a bludger from bloody Scranton. He's a right Git that one.

"Fowl! Scranton you bloody idiot! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ben shouts, as I watch James and Fred whack one right back at him. Madam Hooch looks unamused. "That's it! Family sticking together! Scranton seems to have been hit in the head, meaning he's out of the game!"

Molly grins. Madam Hooch blows the whistle. "Penalties to both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw!" she yelled, as Dom beside me cheers.

"I taught them well!" she laughs as Teddy chips in.

"I taught them the basics well, that's why they're so good!"

"I think not, Lupin!"

"And Malfoy takes the penalty, and he scores! 30-0 to Gryffindor! Now Letherton is taking one. And it's caught expertly by Seb Wood-Bell! Still nil for Ravenclaw! Now, let's take a look at the seekers. Rose Weasley is brilliant, and just as attractive as her cousins! Though I must say, I'm missing the presence of the rather charming Dominique!"

Dom marches up to the commentating box. "MY NAME IS DOM, JORDAN!" she shouts.

"Uh, right, yes. The incredibly charming and beautiful Dom Weasley!"

"Focus on the game, Jordan!" McGonagall tells him.

"Potter has the quaffle! Potter, Weasley, Malfoy...! And he gets it past Higgs in one! That's it, Malfoy!"

"Malfoy is our king! Malfoy is our king! He always gets the quaffle in! Oh, Malfoy is our king!"

40-0 to Gryffindor. We were obviously going to win. Then I saw Rose flying after something in the top corner of the pitch. I nudged Dom, "Has she seen it?" I asked.

"I think so!" she grinned as Wiseacre hovered in the opposite corner. He hadn't even noticed Rose as she went diving down after it.

"And Rose seems to have found the snitch!" Wiseacre turned to see her chasing it and immediately tried to fly after her. He was too late for Rose. She was close behind the snitch now, so close to getting it. She leaned forwards to get it and... She fell off her broom, the snitch disappearing. She was too high up, she was going to break her neck! I screamed, clutching the barrier tight, Dom, Vic and Teddy beside me. "Someone catch her!" Dom shrieked.

Suddenly Malfoy was beneath her, pulling out his wand and slowing her down, before catching her. She opened her eyes slowly, before holding out her hand. She had it. She'd caught the snitch!

"Rose Weasley has caught the snitch! That's 190 points to 0! She's done it! Gryffindor win!" Ben shouted.

Dom, Teddy, Vic, Louis, Hugo, Roxie, Al and I ran onto the pitch, surrounding Rose and Scorpius as they landed.

"Rose!" I shouted, "Thank Godric you're okay!"

She threw back her head and laughed, elated, not even seeming to care that she was still clutching Malfoy, or that he was clutching her back. After a minute she looked at him and he looked at her. They dropped their arms together, letting go of eachother's hands.

"Malfoy, let go of me!"

"I'm not the one who fell off their broom, Weasley! A simple thank you might be nice!"

"Whatever Malfoy..." she muttered

"Well maybe next time, I'll let you fall!" he told her angrily.

"Thank you." she whispered.

"What was that?"

"Thank you, Malfoy." she said.

"That's good enough for me." he laughed as James and the rest of the team landed beside us, grabbing them for a group hug. When they pulled apart (finally!) we all started the walk back to the castle, behind most of Gryffindor.

The after-party was huge. James had persuaded Dom and Teddy to bring some firewhisky ("Don't tell Vic! I value my life!"). James and Fred were quite pissed, as well as Louis (he seems to have forgiven me now). Molly was nowhere to be seen and Tilly was glaring at James who was snogging Claire Dunkley. Somehow, Tilly kissed Fred, and they were obviously pretty into it, since they disappeared off upstairs, hand in hand.

Mark sat down beside me and handed me a glass of firewhisky. "Here Luce, have this." he grinned at me. I don't usually drink, but Mark was, and so was everyone else, and I'm tired of being Lucy-the-boring-one. So I drank it, and the next drink, and the next. I wasn't drunk, just a bit tipsy. People were pairing off and going back up to the dorms, and I didn't want to be the only sixth year left, and anyway if there's anyone I could lose my virginity to, it's Mark. So I nodded my head when he suggested we went back to his dorm, and I went with him.

He was kissing me on my neck and he fumbled with my buttons. He tasted of firewhisky. He didn't say he loved me. He wasn't romantic. He didn't whisper to me or kiss me slowly. It wasn't fun and it hurt. He just thrust into me quickly a few times, and I didn't want him to think I wasn't into it because I love him, and he obviously was enjoying it. He didn't shout my name, he didn't hold me in his arms as we fell asleep. He just rolled off me and went straight to sleep and he left me lying there thinking that I'd somehow failed. At about 3AM I grabbed my shirt and pulled on my pants, and I went back to my own dorm. I didn't feel special or over the moon. I just feel used and slutty. I don't know what to do.

Lucy x

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, I tried to do the last bit as tastefully as possible. I really like Lucy and I think that the way she felt is something a lot of teenagers - girls or boys - can relate will eventually get better, but there are a few more twists. I'm currently anticipating this story getting to at least 20 chapters, and I have started editing too :) Anyway, please review, and I'm probably going to starting a scorose fic in canon with this one! I hope you'll like it :) x