*Disclaimer* All original plotlines, characters, settings etc. belong to the lovely Ms. J.K. Rowling. Much thanks for letting me borrow them!

"Are you going to the match?" Lori asked Rose impatiently. Rose already knew what the answer would be, of course, arguing with Lori was pointless. Rose would protest and Lori would drag her off anyway, dressed in full Gryffindor spirit regalia.

"I don't want to." She groaned half-heartedly.

"James is playing!"

"I have no interest in seeing my cousin show off for the attention of professional scouts and seventh year girls." But she roused herself anyway and swung her feet out of the thick red comforter on her bed. Lorelei, she noticed, was not dressed in outlandish amounts of red and gold for once. That was strange - the girl had, more than once, charmed her own eyelashes gold for Gryffindor spirit.

Rose raised her eyebrows and Lori smiled, smoothing her thick, emerald green jumper. "Albus is the Slytherin Captain," she stated, matter-of-factly.

"And Scorpius is seeker," Rose muttered inaudibly. "Where's Siobhan?"

"She went down to the pitch already, with Scott. She likes to watch the practices - well, she likes to watch Bevan, I think."

Rose smiled and pulled a decidedly unbiased purple sweater from her closet. Bevan Trow was an extremely good-looking and popular seventh year, keeper and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He wasn't exactly Siobhan's type.

Always a fan a muggle fashions, Rose wiggled into a pair a tight, faded jeans and laced her favorite brown boots up to her knees. "Alright, let's go."

They found seats in the Gryffindor stands near Nicolette and a Ravenclaw friend of hers - Caroline, Rose thought? She really was terrible with names.

"Hello and welcome to the sixth Hogwarts School Quidditch match of the year!" Echoed a voice that signalled the beginning of the match. "I'm Bobby Coulter and I will be your announcer this fine morning. And now - your players! From Gryffindor - Captain Bevan Trow!"

Bevan sauntered on to the field and flashed a winning smile, flipping his blond hair.

"Chasers Scott Finnegan! James Potter! And Gwyneth Harrow!" Bobby wolf-whistled as Gwyneth came into view and she winked. "Beaters Gordon Thompson and Agnes Bernauer! Aaaaaaannnnnddddd your Gryffindor seeker Mackenzie Lincoln!"

"Hi," whispered a flushed and excited looking Siobhan, taking a seat next to Rose.

"Hey! Where were you?" Rose asked.

"Oh, just down at the locker rooms. I, uh," she flushed, "I helped Bevan with some new tactics."

"And your Slytherin team! Captain Albus Potter!" Al strolled out and waved nonchalantly.

"Keeper Richard Eastaughffe! Chasers Victor Krustchif and Natasha Imor! Beaters Cain and Malcolm Nott! Aaaaaaannnnnddddd your Slytherin seeker Scorpius Malfoy!"

For no reason in particular, Rose felt her cheeks heat up and she looked away as Madame Folâtre said some words.

"Now shake hands -" chiiiiiiirrrrrppp! The whistle blew and Victor took the Quaffle.

48 high speed minutes later, Scorpius Malfoy caught the snitch. Lorelei yelled and clapped as the Slytherin team flew to the ground and surrounded Scorpius. Gwyneth flew low, hopped off her broom and caught Richard around the neck, kissing him joyously - which Rose suspected she would have done no matter which team won.

She stood and walked from the stands, Siobhan and Lori behind. They made their way towards a common location - the locker rooms - although Siobhan departed at Gryffindor's.

Lorelei met up with Albus before Rose reached the Slytherin locker room, but she couldn't have noticed. She marched ahead until she reached the metal door and drew her wand.

"Reduct-"She began, but the door flew opened before the blasting curse could leave her wand.

Scorpius leaned casually on the doorframe and smiled widely. His dark green t-shirt had been pulled haphazardly over his head so that it tousled his blond hair and didn't quite cover his abdomen. "Rose Weasley. Come to give me a victory kiss?"

"Where's my bag, Malfoy?"

"Back to last names, are we? I couldn't imagi-"

"My bag, Malfoy. I dropped it yesterday when you were..." she wrinkled her nose, "I dropped it in the library."

"Oh, that bag. I happen to have it right here." He assured her, and turned swiftly. Rose stepped forward into the door and stood awkwardly as her eyes adjusted to the dark. Scorpius was leaning over a bench. She forced herself not to look at his arse.

"Here you are, m'lady," he said, stooping and presenting it to her. She felt almost bad snatching wordlessly from him.

Almost.

"Why were you - I mean, why -"

"Spit it out, Weasley."

"Why were you even with Irina!"

"Maybe I like her."

"So, dancing with me - kissing me - that was just..."

"Well, now you just sound like a jealous schoolgirl." He said with an infuriating grin.

She knew she did, but that wouldn't stop her anger.

"You are just so - "

"Gorgeous?"

"Exasperating." She slung her bag over her shoulder. "You better not have taken anything."

Scorpius grinned as she sauntered away, drew a long tarnished chain from his pocket and admired the hourglass glinting in the sun.

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