"Alright!" Aly yelled as she watched Ron make another spectacular save.

Dean grinned at her as he swerved to the other side of the goal while the Gryffindors roared with delight. Amanda waved her Gryffindor flag in the air as Aly made a salute in the air.

"This is amazing!" Damien yelled over the roar of the crowd. "Nothing can go wrong!"

Aly grinned as the crowd continued to roar. 100 points ahead. Harry should put more Felix in Ron's juice everytime we have a game.

Aly watched with jubilation as Peakes thumped a Bludger to a Slytherin chaser, spinning him out of control. Aly turned into a sharp dive and grabbed the Chaser and started zooming towards the other side of the pitch. She threw the Quaffle to Ginny, who threw it to Dean. Dean zoomed to the goal posts, kicked another Quaffle away, and threw the Quaffle threw the goal posts. That familiar ding! Resonated, and the Gryffindors cheered again.

"Nice!" Ginny yelled.

Aly fishtailed around and watched Harry distract the Slytherin seeker and grab the Snitch.

"Gryffindor wins," Zacharias Smith sighed from the announcer's tower.

The Gryffindors burst into loud applause and Aly threw her fist into the air. She turned to grin at Ginny, but Ginny was speeding past her, and crashed into the announcer's tower, and watched with glee as Zacharias fell.

Ginny grinned sheepishly at Aly, and winked. She turned to the setting sun and sighed happily.

"Way to go!"

"That's what I call quidditch!"

"That was amazing!"

Aly's face was flushed with pride as she walked around the common room, grinning and nodding with every complement given to her. She sipped her butterbeer and looked around for her friends. She spotted Damien and Amanda in a corner, laughing and Hayden was with Kylie, conversating with their friends.

Aly was spun around and she grinned up at Char.

"Hello, you. Great game!" he said brightly.

"Thanks," she grinned. "I've never played so well!"

"You play well every game."

"Suck up."

Char smiled at her playfully and then led her over to Damien and Amanda, who stopped talking to look over at them. Amanda smiled.

"Hey!" Amanda said brightly. "Great game!"

"Thanks," Aly grinned. "That was the best game ever."

"Too right it was," Damien said fiercely. "That was amazing. Ginny was a pure genius, knocking into the announcer's tower like that."

"Oh, Smith was being a sore loser," Char shrugged. "They can't handle it when we're better than him at everything."

Aly rolled her eyes and then looked over Char's shoulder at an occupied corner.

"Well," she said, her eyebrows rising. "Seems that Ron and Lavender are getting quite friendly with each other."

The others peered around to see Ron and Lavender kissing in the corner, unaware of the noise and racket going on around them.

"I knew she fancied him," Amanda grinned. "She's been talking about him all the time."

"Lovely, I wonder what Hermione's going to think," Damien mused.

"Hermione? She doesn't care for Ron," Char snorted. "They practically hate each other; why would she care?"

"Um..." Aly said looking over his shoulder again and pointing. Char frowned as he watched Hermione disappear out of the common room, with Harry hot on her tail. He turned back to Aly and sighed.

"Well, I guess you're right."

"Char, I'm always right," Aly smirked. "But I wonder why she cares."

"Well, even though they hate each other, they are friends," Amanda shrugged.

"Yeah," Damien said, a grin spreading on his face, "But if they're just friends, then why would she care who he's dating?"

Amanda frowned at him, and then she understood. She turned to Damien, frowning.

"You think she likes him?"

"It's possible." Damien's gray eyes were sparkling.

"You're an idiot. I'm getting some more butterbeer." Amanda squeezed through the crowd. Damien looked at Char, who was smirking. "What?" he asked.

"You are an idiot," Char sighed.

"Nice to hear a complement every now and then."

Aly grinned as she finished the last of her butterbeer. "We've been partying all night. I say sleep."

"I say not," Char said playfully, ruffling her hair. "You've been up later than this, it's not like you're tired."

Aly faked a yawn.

"You're a terrible actress," Damien said plainly. "I'd say that career choice has gone down the drain."

"And you're a terrible boyfriend," Aly replied in same tone. "Look at Amanda schmoozing it up with Seamus."

"What!" Damien exclaimed, and he squeezed through the crowd, calling her name.

Aly laughed as Char looked down at her, his eyes disapproving. "What?"

"That was mean."

"So?" Aly shrugged. "I haven't had a chance to fully celebrate with you; I needed him gone."

Char grinned at her like an idiot. "We'll save that for tomorrow. I saw McGonagall hovering around the common room."

"Fine," Aly sighed.

Char smiled at her lightly. "More butterbeer?"

"If you don't stop giving me more, I'm going to get drunk."

"That's the plan!"

"Char!"

Aly's eyes sparkled with anger as Char squeezed through the crowd again, giving her a wink.