So in the end, everything turned out quite well. Because the Gryffindor team didn't feel that they could have a party to celebrate the win while their favorite Chaser (me, of course) was in the Hospital Wing, they decided to have the party the next night. And although it was a Sunday, and I officially was against it, because we had classes the next day and needed our sleep, I decided to join in anyway. I even invited a few people – Scorpius, Ophi and Demetria.
At first James was against having Slytherins at a Gryffindor party, but then I told him that there was no time like the present to gloat about winning, and he agreed. Naturally, James wanted to kill Scorpius when I told him that we were going out, but I guess that he remembered his promise to me, because he abstained from causing any bodily harm, although the glaring and sour remarks never stopped.
Al seemed to have won the hearts of every Gryffindor girl, but he didn't seem to care, because he had also won Felicia. Felicia had given up on James when she learned that the only reason he ever took her on a date was because he thought that she was attractive, which according to Felicia made him chauvinistic and sexist, but I already knew that.
Demetria acted friendly, which at first was weird, but was actually quite nice, especially because she is super honest, and told me that I had a huge zit on my forehead that was blaringly red. Although this should have upset me, it actually just made me even fonder of Scorpius, seeing as he had agreed to go out with me and all, even though I had a horn growing out of my forehead.
Ophi wasn't upset that I had turned him down. He seemed pretty mellow about it, in fact, and assured me – yelling over the loud music at the Gryffindor party – that we would always be friends.
The party was actually a lot of fun. There was good music, dancing, and someone had even snuck illegally out of Hogwarts and brought candy back from Honeydukes. And even though I knew that the candy was probably stolen, as Honeydukes is closed on Sundays, and even though I, as a Prefect, should have yelled at whoever did it, I chose to ignore it.
I also got a chance to talk to Al, who was resting his feet after having danced with almost all the Gryffindor girls in our year – and even Demetria.
"Good party," I said.
"Yeah," said Al, grinning. "Hey – congrats on getting together with Malfoy. It was about time, you know."
"Well, same to you," I told him.
We sat for a few moments and watched the laughing people all around us.
"You gave us a scare – falling off your broom and all," Al said.
"I'm sorry," I said. "But nothing happened to me."
Al didn't reply at first. He leaned over and (after an awkward moment where he accidentally touched my breasts – not his fault, of course, he's blind) he patted me on the shoulder.
"You're my best friend, Rose, you know that?"
"I know," I told him. "You're my best friend, too."
I ruffled his hair, and then I jumped to my feet to go and dance with my boyfriend.
THE END.
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