Scorpius's POV:
I had made the best Draught of Living Death, thus awarding me with Felix Felicis, or liquid luck. As much pleased as I was, it was forbidden to use it during any sports match.
Ah, well it wasn't as though the Slytherin team needed any luck in Quidditch. We were, by far, the best team Hogwarts had seen in many many years.

Albus was the best seeker you could possibly ask for, (yes I'll admit it), Dominique and Suzanna made sure no one they were playing against left the game without a huge lump growing on their head, Rose rarely ever let the Quaffle in, and made superb saves, and then Lily, Madison, and I just scored goal after goal after goal.

We were, all in all, a perfect Quidditch team.

Yet, on the day of the match, I couldn't help but feel nervous. It was the first match of the season: Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw.

As we headed out onto the pitch, Dominique, the team captain turned to us and said, "We're going to win. I can feel it. But we have to try hard. Albus, get that snitch as fast as you can. Lily, Maddie, Scorp, steal that Quaffle, trick the Keeper, and score some bloody goals. Rose, you're not going to let one single damned Quaffle get through, and as for Zanna and I... well... we're going to have a lot of fun making sure the Ravenclaws regret ever playing against us, aren't we?" she concluded with a wink.

"And welcome to the first Quidditch Match of the season, Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin! And here come's the Ravenclaw team: Smith, Davies, Perez, Robins, Fawcett, Weasley, aaaaaaaaaaaand GINGER!" yelled the commentator, Nick Jackson from Gryffindor.

Our whole team snorted with laughter at this. Lucas Boot was Ravenclaw's seeker. He was the dream boy at Hogwarts. Smart, charming, handsome, and seeker, Lucas was every girl's dream boyfriend.

It sounded so funny though to hear someone yell, "GINGER!"

And now our team was making it's way down the pitch, and Jackson was yelling, "And put your hands together for the Slytherin team, so far acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in years!" That's right, I thought, as the whole pitch erupted with cheers and clapping, drowning the sound of the faint boos.

"We have: Berks, Potter, Malfoy, Weasley, Weasley, Wood, aaaaaaaaaaaaaand POTTER!"

Dominique shook hands with Boot, who was Ravenclaw captain, and was the only captain who hadn't tried to crush poor Dom's hand, though Dom, being the Slytherin she was, crushed Boot's.

Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and we were off.

Lily grabbed hold of the Quaffle and raced down the pitch, however she was stopped by 2 Bludgers heading her way. She tossed the Quaffle to me in her desperation to dodge the Bludgers. I zoomed past the Ravenclaw chasers with my Firebolt, shot and scored.

"... Malfoy shoots and he SCORES! 10-0 Slytherin!"

And that's how the game went, Lily, Maddie, and I scoring, and Ravenclaw managed to get in 2 goals, and then Al caught the snitch.
Ravenclaw was really no competition, but still it was fun.

"Party in the the common room," I told the team, as we were changing out of our robes.
I took a quick shower, and made my way up to the Slytherin common room, feeling happier than I had felt for a loooong time.

As I entered the common, I heard wolf-whistles and cheering.
Wondering why, I looked in the middle of the crowd and saw Rose Weasley tightly wrapped around Nicholas Boot.
He was snogging her senseless, and she was snogging him back.
Rose Weasley was having a full make out session in the middle of the common room.

You would expect me to feel amused because Rose Weasley is not that kind of girl who just snogs some random guy, because I'm pretty sure Rose had never spoken to Boot in her life.

Instead I felt a monster clawing inside of me.
Rage erupted inside of me, and I felt my blood boiling.

I wanted to hex Boot into oblivion, curse him, hurt him.
But more than anything I wanted to be him.
I wanted to be the one kissing Rose Weasley.

And that was all I needed to take myself out of the land of denial.
I was, truly and completely, in love with Rose Weasley.