Oh my god! So many great reviews!

I insert big, overwhelming heart here my reviewers!

But now I have to blow you all away in this chapter which is THE FINAL. Yeah I know, all my rambling in the chap lead up to this point. So expect the main line of the final from what you've read but be sure to look out for those special little tid-bits I shall be adding and making my own.

March 20, Saturday, 6:15 am aka, just four hours before the (gulp) final.

So you're probably wondering why I'm up at such an ungodly hour on such a nerve racking day. Yes, the day of the final, gah! Well it all started at about 2 in the morning where I had finally started to drift off to sleep.

"Kat…" someone said softly in a low voice. I ignored them, I had been lying in bed awake for the past four hours and when sleep finally comes knocking on your door, you are more than welcome to forget everything else and focus on getting it to come in and stay a while, "Kat?….please?"

"Wha'?" I asked groggily, shifting my covers so they were around my shoulders even more. I was on my side, my back to whoever was talking to me.

"It's Oliver."

"So wha'?"

I told you sleep was important.

"Um, this is going to sound weird-but, er…would you mind if I-uh-slept with you tonight?"

"WHAT?"

Obviously he had my full attention at that point.

I had flipped over onto my back, propping myself up on my elbows.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Bell," he smiled lopsidedly. Then he started to scratch the back of his head, "It's just that, I-well-I can't get to sleep and I, er, thought, well-uh-could I?"

The fact that he had started to trip over his words and that his hair was more messed up than normal from no doubt trying to go to sleep, tossing and turning and the fact that if he didn't get any sleep we were screwed, lead me to giving in.

"One word to either of them," I said, jerking my head in my teammates snoring direction, "and heads will roll."

"Fair enough," he agreed.

So I scotched over and he climbed. And that was awkward, let me tell you. On minute I was trying to get some sleep, tossing and turning by myself and next Oliver is sleeping with me (god that sounds weird) with am arm wrapped around my waist holding my close up against him. And don't get me wrong, he is very comfy and I love him very much, but you understand the awkwardness, don't you? I mean, my four poster bed has two pillows, I sleep double pillowed so I had to fork one over to Oliver, not cool.

"Kat…?" he asked after a while, practically whispering in my ear, "What do you think?"

I rolled over so I was facing him, his arm never leaving it's place around my waist while his other was underneath the pillows.

"We. Are. Going. To. Win," I said, and quickly tapped his head twice. "Knock on Wood."

I saw him smile, I knew that would do it.

"Do you really think so?" he asked, suddenly holding me even closer.

"How often do I lie?"

"Just short of never."

"And how often do I get away with it?"

"Never."

"Good," I concluded, "So when I say we are going to win-we ARE going to win." I stated firmly and surely. Not anywhere near knowing where all this confidence came from.

"Thanks Kat," he whispered.

"Eh," I smiled, "That's what I'm here for."

He smiled back before kissing me. You have got to love him. And if you don't, we're getting your help shortly and just sit still while we put this nice white jacket with locks and stuff on you.

Eventually we fell asleep, thank god. He was on his side hugging me while my head was nestled in his chest. But he left like 15 minutes ago.

"Wha'? where are you doing?" I asked as he started to shift around a quarter to six.

"I have to go," he said, settling back down for just a second.

"No you don't," I said, grabbing the white tee shirt he was wearing around the waist and nestling back into him. God he is comfortable.

"But I have to Kat," he persisted, but relaxing again.

"No you don't," I repeated, my eyes still closed. "Just stay a little bit longer.

"I don't even want to know what would happen if your kind roomies woke up right now and the final's in four hours."

"I don't care, leave in four hours then," I moaned, still refusing to let him go.

"We have to eat and get ready though."

"So scratch four hours and how about 3 hours and 55 minutes?"

"Ka-at."

"No."

"Kat."

"I said no."

"Please Kat?"

"It's still a no."

He started to chuckle and wrapped his arms around me again. "But I really have to go back to my dorm."

"Why do I think that you don't believe that?"

"Because I don't want to," he said, placing a kiss on my hair line and I sighed contently, "But I do have to."

"Fine," I said, sitting up, "But you didn't have to wake me up too."

Sure I said that more harshly then I should've but he just took two very important things away from me: sleep and a very comfy spot to sleep. And three if you want to count Oliver.

"Sorry about that," Oliver said, sitting down behind me and letting me rest against him like that one time before Quidditch practice (FINAL!). "Why don't you try and get back to sleep?"

"I would," I sighed, "If it was any other day but as you kindly reminded me the final," I felt him go tense at the 'f' word, "is in four hours and there is no chance in hell I'll be able to sleep with that rampaging through my mind."

"Sorry," he said sympathetically again, "But try, will you?"

"I'll try," I moaned.

"I love you," he said, placing a kiss on my hair line.

"I love you more," I grinned.

"Not possible."

"Highly doubtful."

"No, not really."

"Impossible."

"Happened."

"But I'm ahead."

"But I'm winning."

"Bu-…but that makes no sense."

"Think about it," he said, planting another kiss, this time on my temple and getting up.

"So now you left me high and dry, practically sleepless with something to think about?" I asked as he wandered over towards the dorm door, "Real nice."

I fell back into my pillows as he let out a soft chuckle and left.

March 21, Sunday, practically 4 am

Oh.

My.

GOD!

We won.

We won the final.

We won the Quidditch Cup.

WE WON THE CUP!

Most freaking, amazing, fantastic, wonderful, glorious, happiest, jump-up-and-down-several-times-over, unbelievable, can't-believe-it-happened day EVER! And yes, I could keep going with the adjectives but I've got to get to the point sooner or later.

"You up too, Katie?" Ange said as I came out of the bathroom not 20 minutes after Oliver left. 'Lic was just coming out of her own groggy stupor as well.

"Yeah," I said, my voice not faltering or shaking at all.

"My god," 'Lic said, barely able to utter her words, "The final's in 4 hours."
"Almost three now," I said, glancing at my watch which said 6:52

Ange let out a cry, no doubt from nerves and 'Lic groaned inwardly.

"C'mon you guys," I said, somehow smiling. "We're going to win."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I have complete confidence in everyone on our team," I said, wondering if a pep talk was on the verge of escaping my lips. "We've worked too hard and too long, too many hours on that pitch, being ordered around by a Quidditch Nazi to lose out there today. We already cashed in on our loss against Hufflepuff and I won't let that happen again against Slytherin in three hours-even if I have to play every god damn position on my own-you've seen me whack a bludger, don't think for one second that I can't pull it off," this got a faint smile out of all of them as I wondered where the hell I was getting this Oliver-given pep talk, at 7 in the morning no less. "Now get your stuff on, we'll go get some breakfast and after that-we're going to kick those snake's asses so hard they're going to wonder if it was a bludger that hit them that hard."

And with new enthusiasm, we got dressed, and went down to go get some breakfast where Oliver was forcing everyone to eat but not chewing on anything himself. So I did what every good friend/teammate/girlfriend would do.

"Ka-ah-at!"

"Chew and swallow that toast right down."

He gulped down the toast I had literally shoved in his mouth shortly followed by the orange juice.

"Kat-what?-no! I don't want eggs-Kat! Will you sto-"

"You have to eat something."

He rolled his eyes and was suddenly staring intently at Harry.

"He knows to wait until we're 50 points-" I started.

"Potter! EAT!"

Harry smiled at me as I rolled my eyes. "How about you finish your eggs and I'll take a stab at the oatmeal."

"Fair enough."

Harry did eat though, but Oliver can't pretend that he didn't drop his eggs on the floor by accident. No one's hand can slip that much.

"Okay-no wind to speak of-sun's a bit bright, that could impair your vision, watch out for it," Oliver said as he paced the field in front of us, not ten minutes before the game was due to start.

"Yeah, you've got to watch out for that sun," Fred muttered.

"You never know when it's going to light up," George added in the same fashion.

Me, 'Lic and Ange were barely able to stifle a small laugh but either Oliver didn't hear them or chose to ignore them.

"-ground's fairly hard, good, that'll give us a fast kickoff-" Oliver continued, now studying the grass and dirt rather than the sky. "Locker rooms," he said as the front doors of the school opened and all the students made their way to the pitch and it seemed like in no time Oliver was ushering us out into the field.

"We're going to do great guys," he said tensely, almost hoarsely as he held the locker room door open for each of us, "Just fly you're best."

"Oliver," I said as I came out, I was the last one, "Calm down."

"Calm down?" he repeated, he seemed slightly jumpy. Ok, maybe more than slightly. "Why would I need to calm down-I'm fine!"

I cocked an eyebrow at him, "You're practically jumping out of your robes. Try taking one big deep breath," I added happily. Or as happy as I could muster. "We are going to win," I said as we walked towards the entrance where we always fly out onto the pitch from, Oliver letting out his breath.

"It's a good thing you never lie," he said, giving me a small grin as the banner in front of us was lifted and we flew out into the pitch.

I beamed at all of the Griffindor supporting banners (a bunch of "GO GRIFFINDOR" and 'LIONS FOR THE CUP!" ones) and that littered the stands as Lee commentated us in.

"And here are the Griffindors!" Lee yelled into the magic mic. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years-" I beamed at our new found title as the Slytherins booed at one end of the field. "And here comes the Slytherin tea, led by Captain Flint-" scum bag, sorry couldn't resist, "He's made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill-"

The Slytherins continued to boo and I glanced over to Ange and 'Lic who were nodding in agreement along with me. Scumbag-Flint had put together a rather hulky team. Malfoy was the smallest one there. But size never made any difference to us though.

I swear, Oliver and Flint were trying to break off each other's fingers when Madame Hooch made them shake hands. If it wasn't so serious I would've laughed. But I allowed myself a fleeting smile.

Soon after Madame blew her whistle for us to mount and kickoff, it was easy to tell that this would be the dirtiest game in Hogwarts history. I don't even think I could tally up all the fouls.

"And it's Griffindor in possession," Lee said after 'Lic came up with the quaffle after the toss. "Alicia Spinnet of Griffindor with the quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good Alicia! Argh, no -Quaffle intercepted by Warrington," I screamed out 'WHAT?' at this as Warrington had tried to kick me off my broom as he intercepted the quaffle, I was slightly confused on wither or not we were calling fouls today, "Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the field- WHAM!- nice bludger work there by Fre-George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by-Bell! Griffindor back in possession-Bell passes it off to Johnson, come on Angelina-nice swerve around Montague-duck, Angelina, that's a bludger- SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRIFFINDOR!"

And that's when the game got dirty. Flint slammed into Angelina after her usual I'm-punching-the-air-because-I-just-got-a-goal-go-me.

"Sorry, sorry," Flint said as everyone booed, "didn't see her!"

"Didn't see her my ass…" I muttered to myself. I was going to get him back myself but Fred beat me to it. You see, Fred kinda hit Flint in the back of the head with his bat. No, not a bludger, his bat. I sent a lopsided smile at Fred as Madame blew her whistle and Flint's nose started to bleed all over his slimy green robes.

Both teams got a penalty shot. 'Lic got hers through but of course Oliver saved his.

"'Course, Wood's a superb keeper!" Lee said as Flint waited for Madame's whistle for Flint to take his shot. "Superb! Very difficult to pass-very difficult indeed-YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!"

Of course Lee because it is very difficult indeed to pass him.

Oliver passed to quaffle off to 'Lic with a look-at-me-I-did-it-now-I'm-all-proud-of-myself smile plastered on his face as the three of us streaked down the field.

"Griffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession-No!- Griffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell-" oh yeah, go me, "Katie Bell for Griffindor with the quaffle, she's streaking up the field-THAT WAS DELIBERATE!"

No, that was a dozy. Out of nowhere Montague had swerved in front of me and I could've gotten away too if he went for the quaffle rather than my head and sent me into an aerial cartwheel. Sure, I managed to stay on my broom but I also lost the quaffle.

"C'MON MADAME!" Ange screamed over the crowd.

"BLOW THE WHISTLE!" 'Lic added just as disgruntled and Madame finally blew the whistle.

And after a second of forcing myself to see straight and put my head back on right I took my penalty shoot and it sailed through courtesy of the Nazi's back breaking work.

"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU, DIRTY, CHEATING-"

Truer words were never spoken.

"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way-!"

Apparently McGonagall and I weren't on the same page.

"I'm just telling it like it is, Professor!"

The game went on and at one point I saw the two Slytherin beaters crash into each other. Confused by Flint's odd tactics, I shrugged it off and continued down the field.

"Ha haaa!" Lee yelled as the beaters untangled themselves from each other, holding their heads, "Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebolt! And it's Griffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle-Flint alongside her-poke him in the eye Angelina!-it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke-oh no-Flint in possession, Flint flying toward Griffindor toward the Griffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save-!"

But damn Flint scored. I sent Oliver a just-shrug-it-off crooked grin as the Slytherins cheered and Lee swore- "You God damn son of a bitches-sorry, professor, sorry," Lee said so quickly after his mouthing off that I doubt McGonagall had yet to say something. "Won't happen again! Soooooooooo, Griffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Griffindor in possession and-and what the hell is that?"

I had signaled to Ange and 'Lic to do that tornado-play-thingy-that-we-never-really-properly-named and it went perfectly, I figured Oliver needed some cheering up after that shot I knew he could've gotten-not that I worry about things like that though... The keeper had no idea what was going on-he was looking at 'Lic as I casually sent it through on his other side with not recognition by him. It was pretty funny. I laughed as Fred and George had high-fived each other with their bats and Oliver punched the air down the field while the three of us congratulated each other with huge smiles.

But after that, things got even dirtier. 'Lic got hit in the head by Bole's bat, him claiming that her dark haired heard was a bludger with a ponytail or something like that. And then George elbowed Bole in the face for no doubt 'messing with his girl', actually sweet if you think about it. Each team got a penalty shot, and as a superb keeper who is very difficult to pass (never going to let Lee live that down, especially the voice he put on it) saved the goal while the Slytherin keeper is obviously much easier to get by. So by then the score was forty-ten, us in the lead and after I scored shortly after it was fifty-ten.

And in fear of me getting knocked off my broom or something the twins were circling me with their bats raised like vultures.

"Guys, I'm fine," I said firmly to the two of them.

"Not taking chances," George replied.

"Just go watch everyone else-"

But by then both Slytherin beaters had pelted both bludgers straight at Oliver. They got him right in the stomach, one after the other and he rolled over in the air, trying to catch his breath back after all the wind in his body had been knocked out of him. How the man actually stayed on his broom is still a mystery to me.

"WHAT IS THIS?" I screamed as Oliver regained his composure, "PLAY DIRTY DAY?" the twins stared at me, "WELL IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO, BUSTER!" I waved my hands in the air, going down field where Ange was taking the penalty shot for Oliver.

Ange made the shot and we were up sixty-ten. After that Fred had pelted a bludger at Warrington who dropped the quaffle which practically landed in 'Lic's hands. Adrian Pucey was marking her closely and I feed my large need for retaliation by swooping down on him. Literally. I had came from above Alicia and bashed down onto Pucey with my shoulder. And guess what? It was all legal, no matter how long Pucey screamed about it (as 'Lic made another goal: 70-10), it was clean. THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! And not to mention the fouls that were actual fouls that Madame didn't see. Like: punching Flint in the face, elbowing Montague in the stomach so hard he doubled over and Madame thought he was sick, and let's please not forget almost castrating Flint (like I had promised) that one time I was blocking him with the nose of my broom. So new rule: it's only illegal if Madame catches you.

Meanwhile the whole Griffindor supporting crowd was screaming hysterics and I won't be surprised if three houses wake up tomorrow with laryngitis. We were up by 60, if Harry caught the snitch now, we had the cup. I turned and looked at Harry to see the most ridiculous thing. Harry, reaching for the snitch which was not twenty feet above him (I was going to scream with joy at winning) and then Malfoy hurtling himself onto Harry's broom, causing the snitch to get away.

I think everybody swore to the high heavens at that moment in time.

Especially Lee.

"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" I saw him dancing away from McGonagall who was swearing herself, I saw, "YOU FILTHY, CHEATING SON OF A BITCH AND A BASTARD!"

I almost laughed but that thought went away as 'Lic missed her penalty shoot.

"I was just so mad…" she said, obviously disappointed at herself.

"Don't worry about it," I said, encouragingly, giving her a strong pat on the back "We'll get it right back. I know it."

She smiled and we went back down the field. But the Slytherins seemed to be fueled by Malfoy's damn foul!

"Slytherin in possession, Slytherin heading fro goal-Montague scores-" Lee groaned along with the rest of the crowd. "70-20 to Griffindor…Angelina Johnson gets the quaffle for Griffindor, come on, Angelina, COME ON!"

I was cheering her on herself, not 5 brooms lengths behind her. But then I realized every single Slytherin player was heading towards her, even the keeper, just to block her.

"ANGE! HEADS UP!" I screamed.

I don't know if she actually heard me but practically-my-brother Harry came streaking out of no where and scattered all of them for her to score. That child is a god send!

Or so I thought as he skidded to a halt right at the base of the stands until I saw Malfoy pelting down the field with the snitch not far ahead of him.

"HARRY!" I screamed, he snapped his head towards me and I pointed without looking, "GO!"

I would like to say one thing before I go into excruciating detail on how he caught the snitch.

That Firebolt is FAST!

It went from nothing to about a bagillion miles and hour in two seconds flat. now to the good part.

"HARRY GO!" me, Ange and 'Lic screamed, urging him on as he laid flat on his broom-somehow they ended up on either side of me.

Harry got more and more level with Malfoy who had his arm stretched out to catch the snitch. Harry took both hands off his broom, swatted Malfoy's hands away and caught the snitch.

"Oh. My GOD!" I cried out first "WE WON!"

"EEEEEEEE!" 'Lic squealed as well as Ange howled (yes, howled) with joy and I threw the quaffle straight up in the air as we pelted towards Harry along with the twins.

We were all hugging each other and I saw Oliver streak down the field towards us with his arms held open, all teary eyed, towards us. I think he was strangling Harry as he practically sobbed into the poor kid's shoulder. Somewhere in the crowd I saw a huge flash as we yelled our self hoarse and sank to the ground in a many tangled armed hug.

After that everyone in the stands who was clad in scarlet poured onto the pitch. I couldn't tell you how many people slapped me on the back. Honestly, all I remember was running up to Oliver, jumping on him so my legs were wrapped around his waist and kissing him.

"Oliver Wood," I said, looking at his teary face after I slid off him, "are you crying?"

"No," he shook his head, tears rolling down his beaming face. "Are you?"

"No," I shook my own head as he wiped a tear away with one of his thumbs.

I practically threw myself on him as I kissed him, my arms around his neck. People around us were 'ooooooooooooooooooh'-ing but who gives a damn?

"Oi Wood!" someone said, grabbing Oliver by the back of his robe and pulling him away from me. "C'mon, let's go get that dman cup already!" Ange said.

Me and Professor McGonagall weren't the only ones crying along with Oliver as he passed the cup to Harry who lifted that blessed silver thing up.

After that all seven of us were instantly lifted up onto everyone's shoulders and carried up to the common room where a party instantly began. Instantly.

"Excellent job, Bell!"

"Way to cap the season off!"

"Knew you'd get them snakes Katie!"

"Here-Here!"

"Jeez, guys," I said, winding my way around the packed common room with a butterbeer in one hand and my broom with my pads strapped on it, in the other, "Thanks a bunch. But it was a team effort, you know-couldn't do it without them!"

When have I ever received so much attention you might ask?

The answer?

N-e-ver.

"KATES!"

I instantly found myself in a twin sandwich and I was in the middle.

"Ugh-guys!" I groaned, trying to keep my butterbeer upright and my broom from snapping in half. "C'mon, leggo!"

"Of our favorite chaser?" George asked.

"Don't you two have girlfriends?"

"Good point," they both said, letting go at the same time.

"Oi! Katie!" Ange screamed from the couch, twisting and craning her neck so she could see me. I was somewhat behind the couch. "Where's out freaking-Scottish-kilt-wearing-son-of-a-bitch-captain Oliver?"

I took a quick scan of the common room. "I have no idea."

"Well that's nothing new!" I heard 'Lic yell from next to Ange on the couch. "by the way," she added, turning around too, "Could you throw my broom in our dorm?"

Before I could answer the two of them both tossed me their brooms which also had their pads strapped on them.

"Well since you gave me so many choices…" I laughed before running up to our dorm and putting our brooms on my bed. "now where the hell is Oliver?" I muttered to myself, scanning the common room again as I came down the stairs.

"check his dorm," someone said quickly from my left.

I looked where the voice came from and realized it was Percy who was currently lip-locked with Penelope next to the staircase I was standing at the bottom of. I shuddered before walking by to get to Oliver's dorm. "Oh, and Percival?" I said as I walked by. He opened one eye to look at me and I gave him and exaggerated thumbs up and fake smile.

He glared at me with one eye over his glasses as I walked away and up the boys dorm stairs.

"Oliver?" I asked, knocking on his dorm door and opening it slightly. "You in here?" I peeked my head inside.

Thank god he was there-otherwise I would've lost complete track of him. Not like that's new or anything though.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, still clad in complete uniform without pads like me, and had his head in his hands which was propped up on his knees.

"Ol'?" I asked, concerned, shutting the door not-quite-all-the-way behind me. "Are you-are you oka-"

Within those three seconds he had took three long strides from his bed to where I was standing in front of the door and pressed his lips against mine, pulling my hair out of the ponytail it was in. I smiled faintly against his lips as he shut the door behind me and pushed my back flat up against it as I heard the handle's lock click into place. He pushed my long scarlet robe off my shoulders, leaving me in the rugby shirt, pants and shoes, while keeping his lips on mine and grinding his hips lightly against mine. And of course I returned the favor. And then without breaking the connection, I somehow ended up beneath him on his bed.

"Kat," he said, breaking apart, positively beaming from ear to ear and eyes shining, his voice dry from screaming himself hoarse earlier, "We won."

"I noticed," I giggled.

Wait a second.

I giggled?

GIGGLED?

I slapped my hand over my mouth before I giggled again.

"Did you giggle?" Oliver chuckled.

I shook my head furiously.

"I think you did," he said, grabbing my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine.

"I never giggle," I pointed out, still shaking my head.

"Mmmhmm," he murmured against my lips, kissing me again.

And he sent shivers up my spine as he pressed his finger against my stomach beneath my rugby shirt. It was like a spine-shivering massage as his thumbs traced circles, pressing hard then soft, hard then soft, all in these circles on the sides of my stomach. It. Was not. Fair. So I had to get him back. I slid my hand down the back of his shirt and I lightly pressed down on each bump of his vertebra. Starting from the base of his neck to as far as I could reach. His chest rumbled in a growl and I smiled for finally being able to do something to him.

"HEY! ARE YOU TWO IN THERE!" Someone who sounded very much like George Weasley screamed, banging on the door.

"Of course they're in there!" someone else who just might be Fred said after what was no doubt a thump on his twin's head.

Oliver and I broke apart to look at the door for a moment.

"Maybe they'll go away?" I suggested hopefully.

"I CAN HEAR YOU KATHERINE ANN BELL!"

"STOP SNOGGING OUR CAPTAIN AND GET OUT HERE!" so I guess 'Lic had followed George up.

"Ugh…"I groaned. "HE STARTED IT!" Oliver looked down at me quizzically, "Well you did."

"HURRY UP!" god, the collection of the people outside the door just keeps growing.

Oliver and I both groaned as we got up and straightened up.
"HURRY!"

I rolled my eyes and opened the door to find Ange, 'Lic, George, Fred and even Harry in the doorway. "Do you want something?"

"Come downstairs!" they all said, pulling me and Oliver downstairs.

"What's the rush?" I asked.

"Nothing in particular," Harry said.

"We just couldn't imagine you snogging our captain for another minute," 'Lic offered up.

"Because that was exactly what you were doing," Ange finished.

"Pfft-ugh…err-He started it!"

"It takes two to tango!" Oliver called from behind me.

"True enough, but you DID start it."

Now, to the party in the common room. It. Was. The best. Ever! I have never seen so much candy and butterbeer in my whole life. Obviously it was just starting when I was down there before. And it lasted for-e-ver! No really, it did! Ok, so maybe until at least three in the morning isn't forever…but if felt pretty damn close.

"Not that I am not happy about winning the cup," McGonagall had said when she marched into the common room, clad in sleeping gown, night cap, bathrobe, slippers and all in the early morning, "But sleep certainly sounds like a good idea, don't you agree?"

"No…" someone muttered.

"HERE HERE!" Fred said, suddenly jumping on the couch and chugging his butterbeer after a slight toast.

"Mr. Weasley," McGonagall groaned, "Please spare me-"

"NO!"

"Don't make me give you detention, Darson." McGonagall said tiredly. Apparently Darson decided to shut up. "Very good." she continued. "I'm going to need my rest for when I'm going to have a little chat with Severus and I suggest you all do the same."

We all groaned as we trudged up the stairs to our dorms.

I got into my pajamas and was about to fall asleep when Ange and 'Lic jumped on me.

"Oi vey," I groaned beneath them, "What do you two want?"

"WE WON!" they squealed.

Oh god…

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