The week before the Quidditch finals, Scorpius ran the team ragged. He seemed happier than ever, which everyone knew had to do with Rose. Due to their increasing displays of public affection, rumors were starting to spread that the lovely Head Boy and Head Girl were dating and they were doing nothing to stifle them.

And it was only a matter of time before their parents found out.

That time came at the Quidditch finals between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Harry, Ginny, and Ron were all coming to the match and Atria was particularly frightened of Ron's reaction. She might've been worried about Draco if she didn't know how good he was at keeping calm. Hopefully their wives will be able to keep them both calm.

Scorpius didn't seem all that nervous considering he was about to face his last Quidditch match and his girlfriend's father.

Atria on the other hand was fidgeting. What if we lose? They sat in the locker room, finished with their pregame talk, but waiting for the announcer to call them out. Amanda sat down next to Atria.

"You're nervous, aren't you?"

"Only a little." Atria said shakily. "I've never been nervous before."

"I know."

"It's never mattered as much as it does now."

That was true. It was the last game of her career and after the bitching when she came back, she had to live up to the title she had practically forced Scorpius to give her.

"Especially after you threw that hissy fit." Amanda muttered.

"I was in the moment!"

"Whatever."

Atria rolled her eyes, but couldn't keep a smile off her face. This banter that she and Amanda had going felt like normal.

"The announcer just called us out." Scorpius glared at the two girls. "Come on, we have a match to win." Amanda rolled her eyes, looking nonchalant while Attie still looked nervous. It was a complete reversal of roles.

They grabbed they broomsticks and prepared to fly out.

Atria puked up her guts all over the pitch, but refused to let go of the snitch. Someone took down that bludger that had hit her in the stomach and her team was gathering around her, cheering. She felt a hand on her back and someone moved her ponytail out of the line of fire.

She knew it was Albus even without looking.

In between dry heaves she told Al, "Leave." She threw up whatever liquid was left in her body because there was nothing solid left.

"I've seen you naked."

"Are you comparing throw up to my naked body?" She coughed as others circled around her. Albus leaned closer.

He whispered, "I mean that I love you and you being ill isn't going to change that. Don't be so vain." Atria didn't get a chance to respond because Mr. Malfoy was gripped her chin and tilted her head up. She flinched when he shined his wind in her eyes and searched her corneas.

"Ouch!"

"You're not concussed."

Atria coughed and pain shot through her ribs. "But my spleen might be busted."

Scorpius appeared next to her. "Don't be dramatic."

"She's not." Draco poked around her stomach. "I think her broken ribs punctured a couple organs, but that's easy to heal." There went her excuse for being whiny. "I can do it here or we can take her up to the hospital wing."

"I vote hospital wing." Atria raised her hand and then winced. "You know, where the painkillers are." Rose and Hermione appeared in her peripheral vision.

"Merlin, are you okay?"

"No."

Draco stood up. "Let's move her to the hospital wing and get her away from the gawking crowds." Shit. Atria had completely forgotten that they were still in the middle of the Quidditch pitch with all the houses watching.

They levitated her from the pitch and Albus held her hand all the way up to castle.

Once they were safely in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey and Draco began fussing over Atria and for once, she just let them.

"We're so glad you're alright." Harry sighed and pinched his nose. "You know, dodging is a very good tactic when dealing with bludgers." He said sarcastically and Attie laughed and then inhaled sharply.

"Losing isn't a good tactic either." Atria said.

"Damn straight." Scorpius boomed. "What's a few broken ribs if we win the match?"

Atria gave him a dry look. "Thanks for your concern."

Hermione interjected, "We're all concerned." She looked at her sullen husband. "Aren't we, Ronald?" Ron looked up quickly, caught off guard. He glared at Hermione and then glanced at Atria.

"I would be a little more upset if Slytherin hadn't won." He grumbled.

Scorpius was trying not to look smug.

"Everyone out!" Madam Pomfrey screeched, pushing past half of the Slytherin team and all of Atria's friends and family. Draco leveled her a hard look. "Mr. Malfoy, you may stay as a consulting healer."

Amanda raised her hand. "Technically, I'm almost a healer—"

"Ms. Smith." Pomfrey said sharply.

"It's alright." Atria told Amanda and Rose. Rose looked especially worried. Atria found it amazing that even after all the years of seeing Quidditch injuries, Rose still managed to be traumatized.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Just do what the esteemed healers tell you to and try not to break anything else." She physically forced Albus from the room with Hermione pulling Rose along after. Scorpius shot her an amused smile and predictably followed Rose out. Atria wondered if any of the adults were picking up on the serious relationship vide those two were tossing around.

Given Ron's somewhat calm status, Atria would guess not.

"Look up." Pomphrey shined her wand in Atria's eyes and she didn't bother to tell the Madam that Draco had already done this on the field. Draco didn't say anything and he didn't for the rest of the exam. Once Madam Pomfrey finished, she flitted around the room gathering ingredients. She tossed it in a bottle, put a stopper in it and shook it twice. "Drink this."

Atria did without question and nearly spit it out. Pomfrey gave her an annoyed look and Draco smirked. "How long until I can get out of this bed?"

"Two hours."

Atria's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"Do you want to stay overnight?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

Atria shook her head quickly. "No!"

"Then do as your told. I have other players to attend to and you're making a ruckus." And then she disappeared behind the curtain.

Draco leaned his chin against his fist. "Have you thought anymore about what I asked?"

Atria nodded softly. "I have. And a part of me wants to… but we—all of us—have agreed that we're going to find someplace together. We're all moving out, so this isn't me choosing the Potters over you because there wasn't really a choice in the first place."

"Ms. Smith included?"

Atria frowned. "Of course."

"Well, I have some news for her that might impact that. But I'll let her tell you about that later."

"What news?" Atria asked loudly.

Draco took a step back. "I'll let her tell you."

"You can't just—"

"I'll see you later. Rest and don't cause trouble."

Mr. Malfoy caught Amanda and Scorpius while they were on the way back to the Slytherin dungeons.

"Father?" Scorpius stopped in surprise.

Amanda gave Mr. Malfoy a polite smile. "Scorpius, I'll meet you—"

"I'm actually here for you, Ms. Smith." Mr. Malfoy interrupted as Amanda turned to leave. A crease formed between Scorpius's eyebrows. "Scorpius, I'll speak with you later." He added in a tone that left little to be said or argued.

Scorpius took a few steps backward and then turned and left.

Amanda looked nervously at Mr. Malfoy, having some idea of what he wanted to speak with her about. She remembered what he had promised her at the last Quidditch match and realized that what he said could make or break her future.

Mr. Malfoy didn't keep her waiting or mince words. "The Magpies and Harpies have expressed interest in your talents."

Amanda's heart lurched and she let out a relieved sigh. "Oh thank Merlin."

Mr. Malfoy smirked softly. "You didn't have any other options?"

"No! And two teams want me?"

"Yes. Any idea which you'll choose?" He asked in a way that didn't sound like a question at all. How could she possibly choose? Did it matter which she chose? The pay would matter, she supposed. Scotland vs. Wales. She was lucky to even have a job.

Mr. Malfoy waited for a reply with a knowing look on his face.

"I need to know more." Amanda said breathlessly.

He looked surprised. "I'm sure the managers from each team would be happy to send you a detailed letter of what your duties will be."

"And I would need training."

"For the remainder of the school year, you will train with Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing. She will focus on Quidditch injuries in your private lessons, but for five hours a week, you will help her with whatever injuries or illnesses students manage to conjure up. Over the summer you will work under in the Emergency Wing of St. Mungo's and start travelling with the team in the fall." Mr. Malfoy said and gave a small, elegant shrug. "The team might ask you to do more training after they determine your skill level, but I imagine that nearly six months of training will be more than enough to deal with broken bones and head injuries."

Amanda grinned uncontrollably and then hesitated. "I'll be travelling with the team." She said slowly, taking in what that meant for the plans her friends had concocted.

"They shall provide housing as they do for the rest of the team. You'll stay in hotels and whatnot when they play in games and live in the team housing—it might vary depending on which team you choose."

"Merlin," she repeated.

Mr. Malfoy folded his arms.

"Which should I choose?" She asked anxiously.

He raised an eyebrow. "I can't tell you. Think about it. I'll give you the contact information for the team managers." Amanda didn't know what to say and she didn't want to say 'Merlin' again. "So… the Harpies or the Magpies…"

"Obviously the Harpies have a better reputation—" Amanda stopped herself as she recalled the winning reason the Harpies had.

And she remembered how well James did. She gasped and pressed her hands to the sides of her head. "I'm an idiot!" How could she not remember that James played for the Harpies? "I have to go with the Magpies." She said immediately and when she looked up, Mr. Malfoy seemed surprise. Which meant he knew how she felt… no, she couldn't think of that.

"Why?"

Her mouth opened, ready to spout something untrue, but something stopped her.

Mr. Malfoy pressed his lips together and nodded slowly. "Don't make any hasty decisions. Decide what's best for you." He told her, his beautiful gray eyes stormy and hard. "Go on now, get some sleep."

"Atria—"

"—will be fine in a few hours."

"I won't be able to live with them."

Mr. Malfoy stayed silent for a moment. "Atria would support you if you asked. If you didn't want to leave them, she would help you until you found work. But don't stay only because you're afraid to leave."

"How could Atria support me? She doesn't have a job other than her idea of building a zoo. I'm not sure how that's going to happen either."

Mr. Malfoy opened his mouth and then closed it. When he finally spoke, he spoke carefully, "She's one of the wealthiest people alive."

"What? No—"

"You saw her house." Mr. Malfoy said factually. "It's larger than Malfoy Manor."

"Had you been there before?"

He shook his head. "No."

"I can't ask her to support me." Amanda sighed, as tempting as it sounded.

"Speak with your friends, I'm sure they can help you decide."

"I'm going with the Magpi—"

Mr. Malfoy gave her a sharp look. "Don't be hasty and don't make an emotional decision." Amanda often forgot how intimidating Draco Malfoy could be. He was always cool and straightforward, but sometimes he could be very frightening. Scorpius wasn't really like him… anymore. He used be a lot more isolated, but Rose softened him from the first moment they met.

"Fine." Amanda folded her arms stubbornly.

They said their goodbyes and she found her way to her dormitory. Amanda sat on her bed, grateful that Atria wasn't here and neither was anyone else. Part of her was tempted to owl James and see what he said. The Harpies were a better team and it would probably be a better offer because the Harpies had more sponsorships and money.

The only reason she wouldn't take their offer… James.

She wasn't sure when she had fallen in love with him, but it happened.