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Just when I was beginning to think, that maybe, possibly he wasn't the biggest prat I've ever met, (I don't know what lead me to believe it), he promptly reminded me why he was.

It's the little things in life that count, right? Like the fact that over the last few weeks he's been acting like he's twelve. And somehow, no-one else sees it. Only me.

The little things he does, like waiting for me to get up, wanting to use the bathroom before he went in. Spending God knows how long on his already bloody perfect EVERYTHING! Just so I can't use the bathroom.

Smirking and snorting at every suggestion I had at our Prefect meetings. Pushing me out of the way so he could go through the portrait. Turning up to Gryffindor Quidditch practises just so he can jeer at me, calling out every insult under the sun.

But the worst one was the girls. I think there's been four different girls so far, and I'd managed to walk in on them every time when they were sitting on MY favourite couch. He said he hated that couch anyway. . . I hadn't actually seen them snog or anything, but obviously they had been. Great Head Boy material, right? Wondering why I haven't dobbed him in? Unlike my Mum, I am not Tattle tale. Though I am Bloody pissed off.

After an early breakfast I head down to the pitch with the team, smiling because at least I didn't have to see Malfoy's face this morning.

"Scorp Mate," I began thinking about the best way to tell him how to. . . Well, to tell him straight.

"What?" he mumbles, glaring at Rose.

"The whole, 'I hate Rose thing', getting a bit old isn't it?"

He looks at me like I'm mentally challenged.

"Scor," I say, in a voice I know irritates him.

"What Al? Bloody Hell!"

"I couldn't help but notice you've well. . . Been a little extreme lately with how you're treating her. . ." I'm so baad at being serious.

"You've never cared before." He says his eyes squinting and returning to send a death glare at my unsuspecting cousin.

"It was different then. Now you're Head Boy, and all responsible and stuff. Don't you think you should, er, make an effort. A couple weeks ago you seemed to be getting on alright." I tried to read his facial expression.

It was unreadable I decide, while he seems to think about what hes saying. I don't know whats up with him. I want my best mate back, not this Physco who is destroying Rose's life. It used to be purely for fun, I know it. When he teased her, it was always in a goodnatured way. I mean, sure it got to Rose sometimes, but shes tough.

But now, its like he actually hates her.

He scoffs at me.

"At least I can show my feelings about someone! Its so obvious you like her Al, just Bloody well ask Caitlin out!"

He returms to his toast. That was a shock. How did he know. . .I mean that I thought about her as friends only, how did he. . .Okay, I'm failing at this aren't I? I think I might like Caitlin. . .Just a little, you know not much, like I could get over her easy. Its probaly just a phase. . .

But I hadn't mentioned anything about feelings, and liking people. . .'At least I can show my feelings for someone. ." Says Scorp. He shows his feelings around Rose. . .

You've got to be kidding me. He had a bloody big crush on my cousin! I ran after him, as he presumably headed down to the match. (Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff).

"SCORP!" I call out, as he heads down the corridor.

"What Al?" He turns around, sounding weary.

"You like Rose don't you?"

He looked shepish, but didn't deny it. What was the world coming to? Scorpius Malfoy, speechless.

"I've got to tell Caitli-"

"You'll tell nobody!" He said angrily, pushing me into the wall, his arm strangling my neck. He was back.

"Or I'll tell everyone how you cried like a baby, when you weren't selected to be seeker in first year like your Dad was!"

"Don't care," I say in a slightly strangled voice.

"I'll tell James about those poems you wrote in fourth year!"

"Don't care!" I repeat, trying to break free.

"I'll tell Caitlin you've been in love with her since Rose introduced you!"

"I think we have a deal," I say between breaths.

Sometimes I hate Scorpius Malfoy.

Good Conditions. Excellent. The team have really outdone themselves, and Bailey is back to his bouncy self. But I think that's thanks to all the time he and Josie had been spending together. I hate them. Well not really obviously, since they're both my friends! And they really do look adorable together. But they're 'keeping it slow'. Whatever I say, I've seen the way they look at each other. Psssh, were still just friends my arse!

I could hear the crowd outside of our changing room. I looked at my watch.

"Okay Team!" I say.

They all turn and look at me. I smile back confident.

"First game of the season, how are we feeling?"

Rose and Hugo shout 'good' at the same time, while others let out a few woops of encouragement, and Josh says, 'like were gonna thrash Hufflepuff."

"Right then," I say, "Lets go kick some butt!"

I shook hands with David Finch-Fletchly, as the Quaffle, Snitch and Bludgers were released, and we kicked off.

We all knew who was going to win the game. Gryffindor. Honestly that stupid bloody house. I had had a bad day. First of all, I told Al, more like let slip my feelings about Weasley, and now I have to painfully watch her save every bleeding goal! The Hufflepuff Chasers actually suck.

At least when I'm chaser I get a few balls in her hoop! Okay That sounds bad. . .Totally not what I meant, but anyway, I still hated her! And this match. I hated how every time she scored she smiled triumphantly, but then looked rather embarrassed, like she shouldn't be too happy about herself.

And I hated how Thomas was staying near her, acting as if he was the only one capable of protecting her. He was a tosser. Nobody wears their hair like that anymore Thomas. He looks like something off that old Muggle Movie Grease or something.

Gryffindor are winning 60-0, and the game is pretty boring. I wish Lily would just catch the Snitch already, so I can tear my eyes away from Weasley. But then even when the match is over, Al will probaly force me to go to the Gryffindor celebratory party. Since the team is practically his family, we also get invited-except of course if the match was against us.

"LILY POTTER HAS SEEN THE SNITCH-"

"Thank God," I mutter to myself, but it couldn't be heard over the roaring of the Gryffindor supporters. Crazy Gryfindor party, here I come. I can only hope that Thomas isn't too eager, or intoxicated, otherwise he'd be wishing he was born a girl.

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