Well.

Life sucks right now.

You know why?

Jack Wood is being an idiot. He is our Quidditch Captain and he's crazy! I'm SERIOUS! He didn't even let me bring hash browns to training! Well, I had them and then he confiscated them.

Stuff him.

He's making us run like five hundred laps of the pitch, do 500 cruches, 250 sit ups, 100 push ups and all the crap that we don't even need to do.

"And another lap!" Jack yells.

"HELL NO!" I scream back at him. I just ran three laps of the pitch! Even though that's only like 3k's and I'm really unfit for Quidditch and he's going to kill me.

"Get your sorry arse moving, Laynett!" he yells at me.

"No." I tell him and sit down on the muddy grass.

"Fine. But if you make us loose against Slytherin this Saturday, you'll pay. We have to win the cup, okay?" he tells me.

I just huff in response. Once everyone's finished training, we make our way to the change rooms. I slowly take my wet robes off, not really in a hurry to get back to the common room. It's not like I have a Potions Essay, Transfiguration assignment, Ancient Runes translation and Charms Essay to do. Nope. Not at all. I shake my wet hair and meander out of the change rooms, wet robes in hand, and up to the castle. As I'm busy folding my robes as I walk, I bump into someone.

"Sorry!" I mutter as I look up.

"Hey, sorry," he smiles. He sets his hands on my shoulders to steady me. Warmth courses through my body.

"Potter?" I gasp.

"Laynett?" he asks.

I look at his green eyes, fighting the urge to throw myself at him and kiss the crap out of him. Hang on, what did I just say?

I DID NOT JUST SAY THAT! I WAS THINKING THAT HE WAS A PEICE OF BACON THAT I WANTED TO EAT! YEP! HE IS BJKWBYJFKWEB! UGLY.

Although his green eyes are quite stunning.

"Ummmm, well, this is awkward," I say.

Smooth, Emma. Real smooth.

"I'm guessing you just got back from Quidditch training?" he asks me.

"What a guess, considering I'm standing here with my Quidditch robes and all. You know, I just like walking around in them. They're comfortable, and blue is a really hot colour on me, you know?" I ramble.

Potter raises his eye brows at him. smirking his jerk smirk.

Git.

"I beg to differ on that," Potter smirks.

I roll my eyes. Idiot. We have kind of been acting civil towards each other since his apology towards me. But why did he do that? I mean, he has brought up my idiot of a father before, but never actually apologised. Well, not willingly. Rose or Scorp or Charlie or Louis or Alice Longbottom or anyone in the Wotter clan would make him apologise to me or vice versa. He knows all the parts that break me. He must have noticed me staring off because he calls my name.

"Hmmm, what?" I ask.

"Are you okay? You're just staring at me like I'm a ghost," Potter tells me.

"Why did you apologise to me?" I ask.

Why does my mouth not have a filter? I just put both of us into a forest of awkwardness. Like, an actual dense forest of awkwardness. Like I'm walking in a forest of awkwardness. I'm going to suffocate of awkwardness.

"BecauseIwantedto."

What?

"Because I wanted to."

I must've sad that aloud.

But..

WHAT? Albus Potter wanted to apologise to me? The girl he hasn't given a crap about killing her in every one of her weak spots wanted to apologise to ME? What is this?

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask him, my jaw literally dropping to the ground.

No, literally. Because I have just been shoved to the ground. Only to be caught by bloody Albus Potter.

"Are you okay?" he asks me quietly.

"Yeah, I'm good," I tell him, pushing myself off the ground and out of his arms. A shiver shoots down my spine, chilling me. I feel empty, almost as if Potter's arms left a presence around me. Nah, who am I talking about. This is bloody Albus Potter, for god's sake.

"Shit! I'm so sorry!" a male voice says behind me.

I turn around and see a Hufflepuff looking at me, messy brown hair falling into his blue eyes. All I can say is damn: he's hot.

"That's fine," I say, "I'm Emma Laynett, and this is Pot- Albus Potter."

"I'm Matt Jacobs," Matt says, extending his hand. I shake it and smile at him. I recognise him from the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team. He's a Chaser. He and Potter don't shake hands, but Al's - NO POTTER'S - jaw locked in place, meaning he was pissed off. I always smirked when I saw his jaw clench because I knew that I had hit him hard in the chest when we were fighting. He just gives Matt a nod.

Ha.

Ha.

HA HA.

HA HA HA HA HA.

I'm not weird, but finding this - two males who hate sac other trying to act civil towards each other - is hilarious.

"Well, I'm going to go, bye!" I say cheerily.

"I'm going to walk you back," Potter says, coming up behind me.

Say what?

"Bye Emma, I'll see you around, yeah?" Matt says, smiling a sexy smile at me.

"Yeah! I'll see you soon!" I smile at him and start walking, Potter on my tail.

"What was that?" he asks me, as soon as we round the corner.

"What? Me? Smiling at Matt?" I ask him.

"Yeah, Matt," he sneers.

"What do you mean? I just smiled at him, Potter," I ask him.

"Yes! You were flirting with him and he's the biggest bloody player in the school! Oh, and I think by being friends we call each other by our first name," he sneers.

"You can talk," I sneer back.

I actually think him, Scorp, Louis Weasley, James Potter and Potter have earned the title of biggest players.

"Are you getting pissed at me because of this?" I ask, "Actually, you know what, why do you care what I do?"

That shut him up. His jaw locks. Oh, great.

"Good day," I say, and run up the stairs to the Ravenclaw common room.

Stuff him.

What is his problem? Just because I smiled at a guy? We're meant to hate each other! Even though we're friends but still! Like, what is this? No, I'm serious, what is this? We've been hitting each other in our weakest spots with our words, and now, first off, he apologises to me, Emma Laynett, his arch enemy. And then he gets ticked off at me for smiling at another guy.

Jerk.

What is the world coming to?

I wander into my dorm and find Rose sitting there on her bed, already in her pyjamas, well trackies and a loose shirt, her bright red hair thrown up into a loose bun on the top of her head. Well, she obviously got back from training early. Rose is a chaser on the Ravenclaw team.

"You got back late," she says, not looking up from her homework.

"Well, I had a little…mishap you could say with…erm…Albus," I say, trying out the word on my tongue. I like it. The way it rolls off my tongue. I like i - NO I DON'T!

"With Al? As in my cousin Al?" she asks me, looking up, her eyes wide, "what happened?"

I explain to her and she just looks at me.

"Merlin, you're dumb sometimes, Em," she says, smiling.

Why was she so pretty? She had a few loose curls hanging by her face, her skin perfect with no makeup and she had a great body! Not in like a creepish way, like in a best friend way. Wether I'm stuck with my brown mop of curls, murky eyes, not perfect skin - I still have a few little pimples here and there but whatever!

"What do you mean?" I ask, furrowing my brow.

"Do you like Al?" she suddenly asks.

"Dhjkdgfjyvg2e, what?" I ask.

"Do. You. Like. Al?" she says, talking to me like I'm a two year old.

"NO!" I shriek, dropping my robes into the laundry basket. "No, I do not like Al."

"Whenever since did you call him 'Al'?" Rose asks.

I throw my leggings off and slide on my trackies. "Stupid friendship agreement," I mutter as I change my top.

"Rose, can you braid my hair?" I ask her.

"Sure thing," she replies and I sit against the bed. She waves her wand, de-matting my hair. I feel her fingers start to collect pieces of hair and combine them.

"What about you and Scorp?" I ask her.

"Scorp?" she asks, her voice three octaves higher.

"Rosie! Do you like him?" I squeal.

"NO!" She said that too fast and too high.

"You so do," I smirk.

"Okay, done. Now, do you want me to help you with your Potions Essay?" Rose asks me, changing the subject.

"Thanks and yes please," I smile, jumping up and grabbing my quill, ink, parchment and text books. I'm telling you right now, Potions isn't easy in Sixth Year. I swear to god, they are trying to actually kill us. Professor Slughorn is giving us crazed amount of homework and work in general to do. As Rose helps me through the essay, my mind wanders to a bright eyed boy.

It shouldn't, but it does.

"Emma? Are you okay?" Rose asks.

"Yeah. Are you sure you don't like Scorp?" I ask her.

She rolls her eyes, then looks down at her hands, which fiddle with each other.

"I think I do."

The words are so quiet I don't think I even heard them.

"What?"

"I think I like Scorp," she says, louder.

I squeal and hug my best friend, laughing as she squeals too, but at my reaction and me strangling her.

"Look, it's 7:30, dinner ends in half an hour," Rose tells me.

"FOOD!" I squeal.

I slip on some ballet flats and grab Rose's hand and tug her to the Great Hall. We walk in and see that it's basically empty. Good. I like eating dinner when it's near;y empty. It's fairly late for dinner. Rose and I meander to the Ravenclaw table, plopping ourselves down in the middle. I grab some food and face her.

"So…what are you going to do about Scorp?" I ask her.

"Well, he doesn't like me back so I'm just going to have to bury the feelings."

I start choking on my food and Rose leans over and slaps me on the back.

"Are you for real?" I ask her, wheezing, trying to get air back into my lungs.

"What do you mean?" she asks me.

"Anyone with a pair of eyes can see that he adores you!" I choke out.

She stays silent.

"You think?"

"Of course! Even ask Al! Or Charlie! Or Louis! Or Alice! Or Freddy! Or Dom! Even Roxy!" I say.

"OI! EMMA! ROSE!"

We both turn around to see Charlie, Scorp and Al making their way towards us.

"Scorp, Charles, Al," I say as they sit down at the table with us.

"Rose and Emma," Al says back.

A giggle bubbles up inside me and I start to laugh. I don't know why, but I do. It just bubbles and grows inside me.

"Rose, Em," Charlie says, sitting next to me. "We kinda need your help but we know you won't give it to us…"

And suddenly, Rose and I are grabbed and being dragged out of the Great Hall. They cast blindfolds on us and I'm thrown over someone's shoulder.

"Put us down! What help do you need that could possibly require you to kidnap us?" Rose squeals.

"We need help with that Potions Essay," Scorp answers

"But Al's the top of the class!" Rose protests, "well, tying with me!"

"Oh, Rose, dearest, we just need you to help us. Please?" Charlie asks. His voice isn't right next to me meaning…oh shit, Albus Potter is carrying me. I weigh like 65 kilos! How the hell can he manage that?

"Ugh fine," Rose mutters.

Soon we're at the Common Room and Al puts me down.

"Merlin, you're heavy, Emma," he says, taking the blindfold off.

"Shut up, Albus," I mutter, walking into the common room. "Remember, I am the one who agreed to help you."

"I don't need help. I'm top of the class," Al flashes me one of his jerk smirks. "And when have you called me by my first name?"

"Since you said? Oh, and shut up."

A/N: Hello! Well, once again, another chapter. This ones kind of a filler. I do have lots of Al/Em fluff planned for future chapters, or Almma :)

Anyway, I tried to make this chapter a bit longer than normal. Please review! It makes an authors day! Oh, and makes us update faster :)

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