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Weasley is full of surprises. And not the good kind of surprise either, the kind that make you feel uncertain, worried. . . But we were back to normal now, so I guess I can thank her for that.

Right now we were sitting in McGonagall's office, waiting. She was late for our meeting, which is typical, she's probally telling some student off. I hope it's a Weasley. Just to piss her off.

"What are you smirking at now Malfoy?"

I turn my head towards Weasley, frowning at her.

"None of your business," I say simply. Going back to staring aimlessly out the window.

"You reckon this is about the ball?" she says, sounding bored, and looking at her fingernails. Oh, the ball. I had completely forgot about that! Who was I going to take? Head Boy has to take somebody. Its an unspoken rule I'm sure . . . Great. She looks up at me. I should probally reply right about now. . .

"There's no need to make small talk Weasley, I don't need to or want to talk to you."

She merely shrugs and says, "Well that's what I think it's about."

"Good for you!" I hiss sarcastically. God she's such a pain in the ass! She starts drumming her fingers on McGonagall's desk. I swear it's just so she can get a reaction out of me.

Two minutes later and she's still drumming her fingers.

"Can you stop the bloody drumming?" I ask, incredulously, shaking my head at her. What a loser. And then I threw in a smirk.

"Can you stop the bloody smirking?"

"Touché Weasley," I say looking at my watch. How long was McGonagall going to take? I had Quidditch practise tonight. The game is tomorrow morning, surely McGonagall knows this!

"Honestly," she says, arching her head back and making a grumbling noise. Her hair flicking in all directions. She is so gorgeous. Uh, no you didn't just think that Scorpius! "How long is this going to take?"

"I'm sorry you feel that way Miss Weasley," said McGonagall, briskly entering the room, "perhaps, just Mr Malfoy would like to hear what I've got to say?"

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

"That's quite enough Miss Weasley. I understand you have places to go, and I apologise for being late. Or rather, you should ask your brother to seeing as it was him who I had to tell off!"

Weasley groaned and looked at the ground. Haha! I was right, I smirk over at her and she glares in response. They don't call me good for nothing!

"Now, I presume you know why you're here?"

We both nodded and she smiled thinly.

"Right, well, you'll need to organise the music, the decorations, oh, and the theme –if we're having one."

I nod. Great as if I didn't have enough on my plate. But I shouldn't worry about it, not until the match is over at least.

"Well, I suggest you two leave now. Its two weeks away – as usual, last minute organisation." She frowned and began to speak again, "So I want you to be civil and work as a team. Perhaps you could start now?" She said, standing up and practically ushering us out.

Weasley thunders down the stairs and I follow, close behind. Taking in to account what McGonagall just said, I go to say something, but was of corse beaten to it, by the Weasel.

"So I think that we should-"

"Honestly woman! Could you stop forcing your opinion down my throat!"

"I'm entitled to my own opinion!" she says, still a few paces ahead of me. I take a big stride, catching up with her.

"Yes, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It's just that yours is stupid."

She rolls her eyes. "Very witty. Come up with that yourself Malfoy?"

But I merely smirk, and turn around the corner, leaving her in the hallway.

"Where the hell are you going?" She shouts.

"Quidditch," I state obviously.

"You heard what McGonagall said!"

"Yes, Weasley. You can start to organise it. That way, we'll have to go with all your ideas, won't we?" I turn around, expecting her to go away.

"Prat." I hear her state, and can't help smirking slightly.

Oh yes, we were definitely back to normal.

"Okay guys, this is it." I hear myself say, sounding surprisingly confident. "We're gonna go out there and seriously smash that Gryffindor team! Not actually hurt them obviously-"

I began, remembering that the team was made up of my family, Caitlin and her friends.

"We know Al." said Scorp, shaking his head at me.

I smiled. I am screwed. Maybe I should actually try. . .no Al. Said a voice at the back of my head, you promised yourself you would do it. I nodded. Al? Al?

"AL?" Scorpius yelled at me, bringing me to my senses.

"I-w-what, yes?" I stutter in response. Good one, captain.

He pointed towards the door. We were the last ones in the changing room.

Bloody Hell. I'd never been this nervous before.

I nod, and follow him out the door, squinting at the bright light.

This was going to be one hell of a game.

I walked forwards to shake Al's hand, smiling. And for the first time, I think ever, he looked nervous. Only managing a feeble smile in return. Shrugging I mounted my broom, getting my game face on.

"HERE COMES MR SLIDGE, THE CAPTAINS TAKE THEIR PLACES-AND HE OPENS THE BOX. OFF THEY GO!"

Andrew Jordan's voice echoed through my head, as I dove for the Quaffle. Beating out that loser Flint.

"BLOODY HELL!" I hear myself yell. And Weasley merely grins back gawkily. I haven't been able to get a bloody goal yet! Thank-God for our beaters, Sloane and Goyle, oh and our Keeper Vaisey. Otherwise they'd be winning by a lot more than 30 points.

Would Al just bloody catch the snitch already? God, this was one hell of a match.

I could barely keep up with the playing, and that's saying something! I gotta admit it though, Caitlin, Hugo and that Goldstein kid are pretty damn good.

Vaisey kicks the Quaffle my way, I dive and catch it, heading for the hoop.

And this time nobody was going to get in my way!

We're winning, obviously.

But I can't help but feel a little nervous. I mean, I've saved all the goals so far, but Malfoy's last attempt was close.

And now he's gone and caught the Quaffle again. Great.

I fly back and forth, attempting to block the goals. Concentrating immensely.

He swerves to the left but I think it's a trick, and stand my ground in the middle. I'm right, I smile as he dodges to the right, then just as he goes to release it, he lets go of the ball. And to my horror, it goes through the left hoop.

"SLYTHERIN SCORES! THEIR FIRST POINTS FOR THE MATCH, AND THAT'S ALL THANKS TO SCORPIUS MALFOY. WHO, I MUST SAY IS ONE HELL OF A CHASER, EVEN ROSE WEASLEY IS HAVING DIFFICULTY-"

I didn't get to see the twats face, as he flew off, but I knew what it would be like.

It would be a bloody smirk- that's what.

"AND SLYTHERIN SCORE AGAIN. I THINK IT'S FAIR TO SAY, THERES A LOT OF HATE IN THE AIR BETWEEN WEASLEY AND MALFOY AT THIS MOMENT, AS HE BRINGS THE SCORE TO 30-20."

"Come on guys!" I call, knowing that they can't hear me. I smile and wave the banner that Josh had made- he's quite good at drawing.

I smiled, watching my boyfriend whack a bludger at Flint. I don't know how I hadn't how realised how amazing he was before! But when you've always been friends, I guess you never see it.

I had been secretly crushing on Scorpius Malfoy actually, before Bailey had his accident/bloody McLaggen nearly killed him! Though, I guess it was good – otherwise I would've never known how Bailey felt about me … And how I felt about him.

But I really can't wait for this match to be over, and Gryffindor better win! I'm in the mood for an awesome party! But right now, it looks like we're kinda even.

Rose seems to be struggling a bit –not doing badly of course. But not as good as she normally is.

I think it's fair to say Scorpius is the only person who actually gets to her.

It's quite ironic actually. He's chaser, she's Seeker.

"GRYFFINDOR SCORE! 40-20 AND THERES STILL NO SIGN OF THE SNITCH"

I sigh. As much as I love Qudditch, it kinda sucks being the only one of your friends who doesn't play. It used to be way better when Josh and Bailey sat with me in the stands. But, I'm not complaining. It's pretty awesome seeing Bailey up in the sky. And he does make the uniform look good.

"-IT LOOKS AS THOUGH ALBUS POTTER'S SEEN THE SNITCH – "

I jump onto my seat. No, Albus can't catch the Snitch. Where's Lily?

"IT'S POTTER AGAINST POTTER –"

Andrew yells as I see a small red haired streak follow Albus's black one. I squint as they tear after each other- no idea who's in the lead.

Why didn't I bring my binoculars? Honestly!

My ears go numb from the cheering. Come on Lily. Show your brother what you're made of!

Before I know it, the moment is here.

I was looking around the Slytherin Goalpost, when I saw Al veer off into the opposite direction. There was no way I was going to be able to catch up to him.

I heard the Gryffindor crowd go crazy.

Caitlin is going to kill me. Rose is going to kill me, heck, even Hugo is going to kill me!

But then something weird happens. I think I'm gaining on Al, which makes no sense, considering our brooms are the same speed, and he was clearly ahead of me.

Taking advantage of my brother's mistake (naturally), I overtook him.

My hands grasped around the snitch before I knew it.

Oh my God.

I just caught the snitch! Before my brother! The legendary Al Potter- this was unheard of!

The crowd erupted. And before I knew it I was surrounded by the team, attempting to crush me in a hug.

And If I wasn't mistaken, Caitlin was crying she was so happy!

Kaaay, well I hope you liked it(: and that it made sense. Coming next: The after-party, I migh even be able to update again tonight. You know the drill, Review! Ohh, and CatrinaBoFi I love you. Potty, x