Just a really quick chapter so I can get onto the next one. I just need a gap chapter. Well it's not that quick but you know what I mean!

So VOILA! Here it is!

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First bit is Scorpius's POV, after the dotted line it is Rose's, then after the next dotted line it changes back to Scorpius's and then after the next dotted line it goes back to Rose's.

Disclaimer: I love the Harry Potter series, but I do NOT own it.

YES! YIPPEE! Today is the day of the Quidditch finals. I can't wait to beat Gryffindor and wipe that smug grin off Weasleys face. Oh, and I want Slytherin to win of course.

The sun is shining on this Saturday morning. There are enough clouds to keep it being to sunny, there is no wind. It is PERFECT Quidditch conditions. I am SO excited!

"UP YOU GET VINCENT!" I shout to my asleep best mate, very similar to the day I shall not mention because it is the worst day of my life EVER.

"Okay! LET'S GO!" and he jumped out of bed. Maybe if I had done that several months ago then the day might have been a good one. Maybe....

We marched down (well up) to the great hall. I was SO excited. We could win the cup! Gryffindor aren't THAT good of a team. I mean they have a really good seeker (Al Potter), 3 pretty good chasers (Lily Potter, Peter Finnigan and Brian Robins), 2 amazing beaters (Jack Thomas, curse that name, and Fred Bell) and the most beautiful Keeper Gryffindor had ever seen, WAIT- back track. She is just a really good keeper.

But we have a good chance of winning!

Vincent and I sat down at the Slytherin table (early again) and I got myself and added some strawberry jam. Yum.

"Wy arry gena zo ween tottae!" Vincent said through a mouth full of breakfast.

"Vince, that is disgusting!" I laughed. "Swallow, and now tell me what you were saying."

"I was saying that we are gonna SO win today." He yelled.

"I hope so; I don't want to lose to We-Gryffindor." I covered up.

"You were going to say Weasley." Vincent informed me.

"No I wasn't." I lied hurriedly. "This is great jam, you should have some!"

"Don't change the subject. You just don't want to lose to Rose Weasley." He smirked; he was getting good at that.

"Your point?" I said.

"You like her so bad!" he laughed.

"No I don't." I protested.

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Fine, you win this round but I'll get you to admit it someday!" he grumbled.

YUS! I thought. I didn't like Rose Weasley. Na uh, no way!

"Never gonna happen mate." I informed him.

Vincent just tapped his nose knowingly and around 20 minutes later we headed down to the Quidditch pitch.

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After a quick breakfast of toast and honey we are in the Gryffindor changing room listening to Al's pre-match talk. He's captain this year, just in case I forgot to mention it.

"Alright men and women!" he said. "This is it! We can do it! We can beat Slytherin! We CAN WIN THE CUP!"

"YES WE CAN!" we all shouted.

"I'm not one for pre match so just go out there, do your stuff and let's kick some Slytherins butts!" he shouted.

"YEAH!" we all shouted and we walked out onto the pitch.

We lined up facing the Slytherin team, I saw Malfoy there. He did look rather good looking in his Quidditch robes, with his windswept hair. Man I have to stop thinking these things.

"Captains, shake hands." Professor Wood said and Al and the Slytherin captain (Mark Flint) shook hands.

"And they're off!" shouted commentator Andrew Jordon as all the players zoomed into the air. "That's chaser Potter, Lily Potter that is, of Gryffindor with the quaffle, she passes to Peter Finnigan, who passes to Brian Robins, back to Finnigan, Potter, Finnigan, Robins, Finnigan, Potter, SCORES! Lily Potter of Gryffindor scores, obviously inherited her mother's genes there, which would be Ginny Potter, previously a player for the Holyhead Harpies and one of the best chasers Hogwarts had seen in a long time. So that's 10-0 to Gryffindor and Flint of Slytherin has the quaffle. Passes to Urquhart, passes back to Flint, passes to Leanne, back to Flint..."

I was waiting at the goal posts us the three Slytherin Chasers came closer and closer, I was waiting for the attempt at goal when....

"WHAM! Flint gets hit in the head by a bludger sent his way by Jack Thomas, Gryffindor beater, who is currently dating the Gryffindor Keeper, Rose Weasley."

"JORDON!" Professor McGonagall said from beside him.

"Sorry Professor, just a little fun fact. Dad did them all the time."

"And I had to tell him of too!" she snapped, I laughed.

"Okay okay so that's Gryffindor's Finnigan in possession and neither Seeker, Malfoy from Slytherin and Potter, Albus Potter from Gryffindor, Potter is the son of the famous Harry Potter who is arguably the best seeker Hogwarts has ever seen and it seems that genes have gone down to his son, has seen the snitch."
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It was true that neither I nor Potter had seen the snitch. It was also true that Potter's dad was arguably the best seeker Hogwarts had ever seen, a fact I told my team but NO, they thought I was being a pessimist.

Argh, it was immensely frustrating flying around in the air, looking for the snitch. Waiting to see it, it was so boring. Don't get me wrong, I love being a seeker but I actually like doing the seeking, the looking for the snitch just gets boring after awhile. Potter and I pass in mid air as we zoom around in opposite directions, looking for the snitch. His face looks set with determination.

"Finnigan shoots, HE SCORES! That's 20-0 to Gryffindor." Jordon tells the yelling crowd. Rats, I needed to catch the snitch and fast. I just couldn't let Gryffindor win, the smug look on Weasleys face would be unbearable and haunt me forever. OH THE HORROR! Sorry about the dramatics there.

"SLYTHERIN SCORE!" I heard 20 minutes later "That's 60-10 to Gryffindor and Potter has the Quaffle."

Looking over at Weasley I saw that she didn't look happy at letting the goal in. It's this stupid thing that she has with herself that she has to do her best at EVERYTHING. She is so hard on herself, it's so frustrating I, mean she's bloody perfect anyway. I don't see what her problem is! Just because I said that, well thought it, doesn't mean I like her. Au contraire, I actually hate her. You should have got the picture by now; I've been telling you this for almost 6 years.

And there it was, floating at the bottom of the Gryffindor goal hoops. The snitch. I streaked off after it.

"I think Malfoy's seen something," Andrew Jordan is shouting into the magical megaphone. No you dolt, I thought, I'm just zooming towards the goal hoops for fun! He continued, "Yes, he's definitely seen something, it's the snitch ladies and gentlemen! Potter, Albus Potter, is zooming off after him. Both seekers are neck and neck. Malfoy in front, now Potter, Malfoy, Potter, Malfoy, Potter, Malfoy, Potter, Malfoy..."

We streaked past Rose and a familiar scent washed over me, it dazed me for a second I slowed down just a little bit. I shook my head and looked ahead of me, Potter was a metre or two ahead now, rats.

"Malfoy seems to have slowed down, now he speeds up again. They are neck and neck, Flint scores while Weasley is distracted, 60-20 to Gryffindor, neck and neck they zoom around the pitch after the snitch."

Potter and I were flying through the air. I reached my hand out off my broom; Potter did the same thing next to me. We were neck and neck, just as Jordan said we were. I stretched out just a little bit further and I felt my hands clasp around the snitch. YES! I thought, I got the snitch. We had done it, we had won the cup!

Since Potter and I were only a few feet from the ground we jumped off our brooms.

"Good game Malfoy." Potter said as he held out his hand for me to shake. Although I was surprised I took his hand.

"You too Potter, you too." I said, it felt like something we should have done a long time ago. He's not that bad, that Albus Potter.

I felt a thump on my back as Vincent almost landed on top of me.

"NICE ONE MATE!" he yelled, giving me a clap on the back.

"Thanks," I grinned, "you too!"

He grinned back.

"Like that bludger you sent at Finnigan, what a shot!"

"I didn't catch the snitch though! YOU WON US THE CUP!" he sang, well tried to sing. Laughing at my poor friends attempt at singing I spotted someone out of the corner of my eye. Rose Weasley and she was smiling. Smiling at me. No, not a smirk, a smile.

My face changed from laughter to shock quite suddenly. Rose Weasley? Smiling at me? That was weird. She seemed to think so too because she seemed to realise what she was doing and her face changed from a smile to a look of shock to match my own. We held a gaze for about 10 seconds and then she blushed and turned away to talk to Potter. Weird was an understatement.

I didn't have much time to think about it however because Mark had just pushed the Quidditch cup into my hands and I held it up to the crowd, beaming.
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My broom landed (with me on it of course) just less than 10 metres away from Al and Malfoy, they were shaking hands, bizarre.

Al walked over to me as Vincent Goyle (Slytherin beater and Scorpius's best mate) landed next to him.

"Good game," Al said as he came over.

"Thanks, you too!"

"Nah, I didn't get the snitch."

"But you flew really well." I pointed out. "You can just blame it on a bad stomach."

"Yeah, I guess. But I just think I'll blame Malfoy." he joked. I rolled my eyes and looked over at the blond that Al had just mentioned.

He was laughing. I don't think that I have ever heard him laugh. Well I had but it was a laugh when it was causing other people pain. And that is a completely different laugh than one of true humour. No, it wasn't a cruel laugh; Malfoy was actually laughing a real laugh, a genuine laugh. It was really nice to see that he was human enough to actually laugh.

He looked over at me, his face changed from laughter to shock. I realised that I was smiling at him.

The second I realised this, my face changed from smiling to shock. A look to match his. Why the heck was I smiling at Scorpius Malfoy? The guy who constantly caused my humiliation, pain and other bad things? We had lost; he was the reason of that! Why was I smiling at his? Why wasn't I glaring? I SHOULD BE FURIOUS!

My brown eyes found his grey ones; we stood there, just less than 10 metres apart. We were looking at each other. We held the look for a number of seconds when the thought struck me. What the heck am I doing? I felt my face (and ears) redden and I turned away.

"What was that about?" my ever so observant cousin asked me.

"What was what about?" I asked him back, but I had a feeling that he knew exactly what was what.

"You and Malfoy were just staring at each other, looking shocked. For like 15 seconds or something. What was that about?"

"I don't know." I said truthfully.

"Did you like look into his eyes and realise you like him or something?" he asked me very seriously. "Cos I don't mind if that's the truth."

"No, of course not. I like Jack." I said hurriedly. I was pretty sure that was the truth but it really didn't seem like it when I said it

Al shrugged his shoulders and then we walked back to the Gryffindor changing rooms to talk to the rest of the team.

"Don't be too hard on yourself Al. We'll win next year!" I told him reassuringly while trying to reassure myself that I did like Jack. I failed miserably on both accounts.

Authors note: Hope you liked that chapter guys. I quite liked putting Quidditch in it. Quidditch is quite weird to write because (obviously) I have never played it before.

This chapter was kind of a filler but I think it had some important content to don't just ignore it, well that look at the end obviously is important.

Sorry about the late update, I have been away for the past couple of days but don't worry because I wrote most of this on paper while I was away so you should get another chapter after this very soon as I have written half of it.

Last chapter for 6th year (well the next one is the holidays) so that is really cool.

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