Hey guys!

I know that for the past two chapters I have forgotten to put a DISCLAIMER, and I know that I'll probably forget in future chapters. So I'd like to put an overall DISCLAIMER.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor will I ever own, the magical world and characters of Harry Potter.

"Weasley, come on!" Scorpius cried as he tugged on Rose's arm. He was annoying her, and he knew it. Rose frowned at him.

"What if I'm not good? What if that snooty little second year is better that me? What if I make a fool out of myself? What if I'm the only Person out of the Weasley/Potter clan not to make it into the team after trying out? What if-"

"Shut up already! Okay, so you know how I was at your cousins last Christmas and we had that big annual Quidditch game? Well, as much as I hate to admit it, you were amazing. So stop bloody worrying and move!" he all but yelled at the slightly flushed Weasley in front of him. It was true, of course, Rose was amazing at Quidditch. She just had no confidence at all! Scorpius scowled as he pushed her out the door of the common room.

They were the only ones not down at the Quidditch pitch because all the Gryffindor's would meet there on the morning of Quidditch trials to cheer on their team; it was a traditional thing now.

Knowing they were going to be late, Scorpius grabbed Rose's wrist and all but sprinted down the stairs and on to the grounds, dragging Rose with him. As they reached the pitch, Albus ran to them.

"Where were you guys? I've only just been able to hold off the trials."

"She," Scorpius pointed to Rose, who was panting heavily, accusingly, "had a mental break down."

"Still am," Rose replied. She was shaking slightly and her face was pale.

Albus looked worried, and turned to Scorpius, obviously wanting to know what was up.

"She doubts her wicked keeper skills," Scorpius explained with an eye roll. Rose smiled slightly, he noted, as he said this.

Albus eyed them suspiciously before turning away. "Well, come on! We've all been waiting for you!"

Rose sat nervously on the side of the pitch, watching the others compete to become Gryffindor's chasers and beaters. Next was the seeker. Scorpius stood.

"Wish me good luck Weasel-cakes!" he smirked down at her. Rose couldn't find it in herself to be rude back.

"Like you need it," she mumbled. Scorpius smiled at her response and swooped down to land a kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks Rosie!" he yelled as he skipped off, earning a few stares as he did so. Rose was stumped. A tumble of emotions were flooding through her like a wild fire.

Surprise- when had Scorpius ever even touched her in the six years they had shared a common room?

Wonder- why the he'll had he done it in the first place?

And lastly, butterflies? Rose shook her head wildly. No, she told herself firmly, and with quite a lot of panic at the fact that she had to do so. No, Rose, you will not feel anything more than hatred for Scorpius Malfoy. She could tell that she would soon be eating her words.

Meanwhile, Scorpius was mentally slapping himself several times in the face. Why the hell did I do that? He asked himself. He hadn't meant to at all, and only registered what he was doing just before he did it. Still, he found it hard to regret the act as he mounted his broom swiftly. Pushing off from the ground, he heard Albus shout instructions at the seekers before circling them from above on his broom.

"Okay, so we will go in an order. Brown, you first. All I'm going to do is throw about ten golf balls in different directions, and you just have to catch them."

Scorpius found it extremely commercial to watch as people dived this way and that, trying desperately to catch at least one of the falling balls. Penny Brown nearly fell of her broom, while Samuel Thomas ran into Albus in his haste. Next was Scorpius.

Taking a deep breath, Scorpius watched, almost in slow motion, as his best friend threw a golf ball almost parallel to him. He dived, stretched his arm out and caught the ball just as Albus threw another one.

Wow, Rose thought to herself as Scorpius dived yet again. It was so obvious that he was the best, and she wondered why Al didn't just elect him on the spot.

All in all, Scorpius caught nine of the ten balls that were thrown, which was almost twice as much as the rest of the competitors did. Rose clapped enthusiastically with the rest, but quickly stopped when Hadley caught her eyes. She was determined to halt any crazy ideas that were buzzing around her best friends head. It didn't seem to be working.

Scorpius landed next to Rose without the slightest jolt. He smirked. "How'd I go, Weasley?"

Unable to respond appropriately- appropriate being responding sarcastically or putting him down- Rose ran over to him.

"That was freaking amazing! Holy Cow, you have to teach me some of those moves," she yelled at him keenly. He laughed at her.

"Calm down, Rosie! I'll teach you okay," he replied easily. Rose grinned widely at him. She's gorgeous, he thought, then his eyes widened in horror. Had he really just thought that? No, he told himself, I'm just tired from the trials. That's it.

His thoughts returned to the world around him as all the keepers were required to line up next to the middle goal post. Rose's smile dropped visibly and her face whitened. Scorpius grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Rose, it's going to be absolutely fine. You're going to go out there, save every goal they throw at you and then come back to the common room and celebrate. Got it? Now go!" and he shoved her towards the goal posts.

Rose took a deep breath. If Scorpius, he worst enemy for the past six years, thought she could do, then she could.

"Okay, Rebecca Spinnit, I want you to go first. Our marvellous new chasers, Fin Creavly, Thomas Zabini and my own flesh and blood, Lily Potter-" Albus turning in mid air to grin at his sister- "will throw several quaffle at you; your job is to catch them. Right, off you go!"

Scorpius was nervously watching as the keeper try outs proceeded. He knew that Rose was good, but the people going before her were better than he expected. He almost flinched as Alisha Wood made a spectacular save. Pulling out his wand, he decided to send a patronus to her as a warning. Ever since the Dark Lords rein over the Wizarding community, third years were expected to produce at least a slight patronus by the end of the year. By fifth year, you had to perfect a full blown patronus, message included.

Rose jumped as a bright blue light obscured her vision. Focusing, she worked out that the patronus in front of her was of a small lion, its paws darting out dangerously to those who stared to long at it. Suddenly it spoke.

"Pull some of those infamous 'Rose Weasley' moves I always hear you bragging about while you're competing. The others are fairly good, but I'm willing to bet your better." the patronus vanished as soon as Scorpius's words finished. Thankful, she sent one back in the form of a swimming otter; saying a quick thank-you before she was expected to be in front of the goal rings.

Moves, she thought, as she circled the goal rings, I need some really good saves to beat the others. She smirked. The chasers wouldn't know what hit them.

"Go!" Albus shouted and she watched Lily came flying at her, a determined look on her delicate face. Rose grinned half-heartedly while trying to remain focused at the same time. Lily and Rose had a little competition going on between themselves. Since Lily, and all the other family members that she played against while on holidays, had never scored a goal while Rose was keeper, she had elected to disqualify Rose from all their games for 'being too much of a bloody good keeper!' Rose had laughed scornfully at this and so now the two cousins were always at each other's neck during a Quidditch game.

Throwing with all her might, Lily watched as the quaffle soared towards its goal, plummeting through the air dangerously. But Rose was quick. Pulling her broom upwards, she spun in a quick circle, knocking the quaffle away from the goals as she did so.

Almost as soon as Lily had missed, Zabini had another ball waiting in his arms, and he zoomed forward swiftly before pelting it at the middle goals

Rose pulled up to intercept the quaffle but Lily, being the pain she was, threw another one in the opposite direction of which Rose was going. Mentally groaning and setting a goal to mortally impair one of her cousins arms by the end of the week, she swooped up, grabbed the quaffle that Zabini had thrown before plummeting down, knocking the second quaffle away from the goal ring just in time. The Gryffindor's in the. crowd went wild. And it was no surprise, either. The school had not seen such a good keeper since Oliver Wood, and even he was in for a run of his money.

Rose landed lightly, but found that she did not stay on the ground for long. Strong arms had wound their way around her waist, swooping her off the ground in a smooth movement. Rose was pressed against a warm chest, and she looked down to see Scorpius Malfoy grinning up at her.

"Rosie, that was amazing. I mean, I knew you were good but not that good. Wow, I think you were even better than Oliver Wood, and that is freaking saying something!" Scorpius rambled as he set Rose back on the ground, but did not unwind his arms from her slender figure.

Rose smiled at him. "I was good, I take it?" Scorpius scoffed.

"Good? You were better than good. And you know it too, don't deny it," he teased her lightly, though neither of the two teenaged noticed the frozen and silent crowd and the open gaping that surround them.

It was a known fact that Rose and Scorpius didn't get along. And to see them holding each other closely, and exclaiming congratulations to each, it was no surprise to anyone, except the objects of everyone's attention, when Albus stormed up to his cousin and best friend and threw them apart.

"What the flying hell was that?" he screamed at them. Scorpius and Rose exchanged confused looks.

'What was what?" they said it unison. Albus scowled at them.

"You know what! I just witnessed you two basically having dry sex in the middle of the pitch!" He was mad, anyone could see, and the fact that he was stretching the truth to the limit made Rose even more anxious. Albus never lied unless he was mad. The madder he got, the more he exaggerated the truth. Again, the two exchanged worried and curious looks.

"Why is it such a big deal?" Albus was about to respond angrily to Rose, but he had finally glanced up at their face and saw only confusion on them. No guilt, no fear, just confusion. They really don't know what they have done wrong, Albus thought to himself.

"But,"- he coughed awkwardly- "You guys hate each other." His voice was weak with his own confusion, but the rest of the crowd of Gryffindor's all heard him, because they were all wondering the same thing.

"I don't hate him," Rose said, at the same time that Scorpius said "I don't hate her." They both looked at each other with surprise. And this was when Rose realised that it was true; she didn't hate Scorpius. She didn't hate Scorpius at all.

Ugh, she thought to herself and she tasted the bitter sweet taste of 'eating your own words'.