A/N: Yay, early update.

I had a stint of creativity and I just couldn't contain myself. A tad longer than usual, but I expect that's something you would enjoy, right?

Jealousy and Quidditch

Scorpius could not sleep that night. He felt bothered, disturbed. He was twisting around uncomfortably in his bed, muttering incoherently. It was a good thing Princeton and Porter were loud snorers. Holden was fast asleep, but it was probably the loud snoring that averted him from waking up and noticing the restless Slytherin writhing around in his bed as if he were being attacked by invisible forces.

In an instant Scorpius bolted straight up from bed, his mercury grey eyes wide and flashing and his body drenched in sweat. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, a little damp from perspiration, and he swung his long legs over the side of his bed. Clad in only a pair of grey boxers and a white t-shirt, he slid a robe over his muscled, but shaking form and quietly crept out of his dormitory.

The Slytherin common room was as dark and green as it ever was. He strode over to the elaborately carved fireplace and plopped down on a green armchair, closing his eyes. His heart was beating rapidly to the point where he thought it was going to burst out of his ribcage.

He had that dream again.

No matter how many times he has had it, the dream always remained the same. He would always be roaming around the hallways of Hogwarts late at night for some reason. He was always wearing his school robes, which probably indicated he was on patrol or something. After a few minutes of wandering he would always stop by an old wooden door. He would be in a hallway he did not recognize; possibly one of those forbidden places of the schools that was heavily guarded with advanced magic. He would open the door, and he would see a dark room with nothing in it but a large, odd looking mirror in the centre. For some reason it looked familiar to him, as if he had come across it before, but he wracked his memory countless times and did not recall a tall, dusty mirror.

His curiosity would always take over and he would slowly make his way towards the mirror, his ebony wand clutched tightly in his hand. He would always think that it was some kind of trap, that somebody would spring out of the darkness and hex him, but nobody ever came. He would always stop in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection as if it was something he had never seen before.

Then, as it always did whenever he had the dream, his father and grandfather would suddenly appear by his sides in the mirror; three generations of the Malfoy family were reflecting back at him. He would always look over his shoulder to see if they were there like they were in the reflection, but like always, he found himself completely and utterly alone. The thought filled him inside with a sad emptiness. They stared back at him with a cold demeanor etched in their eyes. Scorpius would always stare and marvel at how similar they resembled each other; though Lucius was a little taller than Draco and Scorpius (who were exactly the same height) and his eyes were a little smaller, all three of them sported the same platinum blond hair and harsh, grating metal grey stare.

Horror struck him and he would stumble backwards, toppling onto the floor. His reflection would not do the same. The three Malfoys would stare back, stock still, like an old Muggle family portrait. He would crawl back to the mirror on his hands and knees, his eyes glued on his standing reflection.

Then, Draco and Lucius would start to waver slightly, as if they were going to disappear. The first time Scorpius had this dream relief surged through him when this happened, but then the reflections of his father and grandfather would merge together, and then merge with his own reflection, and suddenly his mirror image did not look quite like him anymore.

From far away he probably would have mistook the reflection for his own, but from up close he could see that it was actually his father, Draco Malfoy, in his younger years, at his age. The teenage Draco looked almost exactly like him, just with a few minor differences: Draco's hair was neat and combed, his chin looked a little more pointed and he seemed to have a slightly smaller build than Scorpius; other than those qualities they could have been mistaken for twin brothers. In an instant the reflection of his young father would drop to his knees and get into the same desperate kneeling position Scorpius was in. No matter how many times he had the dream, this part always scared him the most.

He would move his hand; the reflection in the mirror would mimic him. He twiddled his fingers; the reflection did the same again. Scorpius would suck in a breath, noticing that the reflection of his teenage father would also do the same thing, and rose, standing on shaky legs. The reflection would always be smirking back at him, while his expression would probably be the exact opposite. Draco's smirk looked like a crooked smile, with one corner of his mouth upturned; Scorpius could not help but notice how even his smirk mirrored his.

"You cannot escape," Sneered his adolescent father, his eyes boring holes into his son's. "This is what you are. This is what you will become. This is what you were born to be."

"NO!"

Scorpius' eyes opened again, and he was in the Slytherin common room, sweating and uncomfortable. He always found himself retelling the events of the dream moments after he just had it, which probably was not a very good idea. The eerie green lamps hanging above his head cast an emerald light over him, and he felt better realizing that he was here instead of in that odd room with that stupid mirror.

It's just a dream, you're not like him, not like him at all-

Well, not anymore.

He could hear the others rustling around in the dormitories; it must be morning then. He stood up, his knees feeling a little weak, and stumbled towards the stairs. He did not want Porter, Princeton, Vince, or Holden-clearly the smartest one of the four-to notice anything peculiar. He thought up of a good enough excuse as to why he was out of bed so early (he assumed that doing something concerning a certain Veritaserum assignment would suffice) and raced up the stairs, ready to start the day.

--

"Paff ve egfs, fill ya Wosie?"

Repulsed by her brother's poor eating habits, Rose quietly pushed the plate of sunny-side up eggs towards him, her other brother Randy (who had been uncharacteristically quiet the entire morning), and at least three of her other cousins. She had finished eating and was now poring over her Potions textbook, memorizing which ingredients she had to gather for tonight. Her and Scorpius planned to meet up later after supper to continue on their assignment. The due date was only a few weeks away now, and their potion was far from finished.

Unconsciously, she glanced over her shoulder to the other side of the Great Hall, where the Slytherins sat. Scorpius did not look very happy-in fact he looked kind of unwell. He looked a little paler than usual and there were prominent purple, bruise-like shadows under his piercing grey eyes. His head was propped up on his hand, looking haughty but very handsomely so, and like he was going to fall asleep any second.

She could not help but feel worried for him, and she had no idea why, but she whirled around to continue reading.

"I'm guessing you forgot what today is, Rosie?"

She glanced up at Albus, whose brilliant green eyes were staring back at her confused blue ones. She continued to blink wordlessly at him as he munched on a piece of toast.

"I haven't the slightest idea at what you're talking about, Al." She admitted sheepishly, and she felt her ears grow warm. She now felt like there was something missing, and she had no one else but Albus to blame. Albus frowned in disappointment and Lily lightly grazed Rose's shoulder with her fingertips.

"Today's the first Quidditch match of the year: Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Your brother's very first, real game!" Lily whispered, and Rose's deep blue eyes widened in shock. She looked at her youngest brother, who seemed a little hurt at the fact that his oldest sister did not remember.

"Some memory you have, sis. I thought you were supposed to be the smartest one of the bunch?" Hugo said, trying to ease the tension a little bit, but failed. Mandy nudged him in the ribs, silently telling him to be quiet. Jane threw a glare in his direction.

"Oh-Randy-I'm so sorry-" Rose started, remorse rising in her chest, but Randy shook his head and put on a wide smile reminiscent of their father's.

"S'not your fault Rose, I know you've been busy with stuff." He said softly, his voice barely audible. The pain she was feeling inside was overwhelming now; she felt the back of her eyes stinging.

"I promise I will be at your game, Randy. No questions asked. Albus will make sure that I won't forget." She said firmly, her eyes sliding over to her cousin/best friend. Albus smiled and gave her the thumbs up.

"And I'll hex her to the moon and back if she forgets you have a game ever again." He winked at Randy and the younger boy nodded, his expression much lighter than it had been a few moments ago. Rose opened her mouth to give a smart reply to Albus' comment, but then the large doors to the Great Hall burst open and Carleigh Brown was running towards the Gryffindor table with a single sheet of parchment clutched tightly in her fist.

"They've posted it, they've posted it!" She cried eagerly as she laid the parchment flat against the table for everyone surrounding her to see. Students from other houses were looking at each other curiously, wondering what was going on. Rose stood up, her Head badge gleaming in the morning sunlight as she did so, and maneuvered her way through the small group of Gryffindors to see what all the fuss was about.

"What's going on?" She asked in the most authoritative tone she could muster; everyone looked up at her as if she had grown horns or a second head. Even her cousins and siblings were staring at her funny.

"What, did I miss something again?" Rose fumed, throwing her hands up in defeat. Being the supposed cleverest witch after her mother, it was kind of frustrating to see that she was forgetting very obvious things. She bent over the table to look at the parchment Carleigh was holding previously.

"Attention students: this is a note regarding the upcoming Halloween Ball on the 31st of October. All students are invited to enjoy a festive evening of entertainment, dancing, and food on Halloween. Costumes are a must, and there will be a prize for the best one. The ball starts at 8 P.M. sharp." Rose read aloud. The Gryffindors surrounding her, most of them girls, were murmuring in hushed, excited voices. She turned to look towards Albus, who shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He had a Quidditch game to worry about today; he could fret over the stupid ball later.

"Are you gonna go, Rosie?" Asked Dominique, who was previously talking to her friends about who she wanted to go with. Rose shrugged her shoulders, trying to look like she did not care, but inside she felt the complete opposite.

"I don't know-I might have to, being Head Girl and all...you know, duties and whatnot-"

She strode back to her seat in a sort of haze. She felt Albus' worried eyes sliding over her, but she pretended not to notice. As much as she hated dancing, the Halloween Ball was something else. It was one of the most anticipated events of the school year, and with most tradition, students often took dates.

With a painful stab, Rose solemnly remembered going alone to the Halloween Ball in her first four years of school. She did not even remember why she bothered going, probably at the insistence of her older cousins James, Fred, and Victoire, but after fourth year she decided that there really was no point in going when she was just going to keep going alone anyway. She skipped the dance in her fifth and sixth year, making up an excuse to her family, saying that she came down with some kind of illness or that she had a rather large assignment due the following day or something. Albus was probably the only one who saw past those lies; his stare narrowed as she closed her Potions textbook without saying a word.

"Trying to think up of another illness to feign, Rosie?" He asked casually as he followed her out of the Great Hall. Rose cast him a scathing look and he quickly apologized.

"Sorry-that was below the belt. I'm guessing you're not going then?" He asked with a little disappointment dripping from his voice. She felt guilt rising in her chest once again; she knew Albus would have enjoyed her company in the past two years he had gone to the Halloween Ball-unlike her, who had been unlucky with her love life, he has taken a different girl to the ball every year. Though he assumed they 'fancied' him just because of his famous father, she knew he was probably only saying that to make her feel better about herself. After all, who wanted to go to the ball with a bushy haired, buck toothed, book loving-

"Rose?" Albus' voice interrupted her depressing thoughts, and she shook them away. She gave him a vague smile and quickened her pace.

"C'mon Al, we've only got a few minutes before class. We're going to be late." She pressed on with fake irritation. Her cousin, her best friend, raised his eyebrows, knowing that this was all just a facade, but he played along and jogged to her side. She assumed that he decided that it was safe to drop the subject for now.

--

"Halloween Ball?" Scorpius spluttered as he smacked a hand to his forehead. How could he forget?

He had just finished Defence Against the Dark Arts and was now trudging towards his next class, Herbology (one of his least favourites) with Holden Zabini. He overheard a few Ravenclaws whispering about it during class and he almost forgotten all about it.

"How on earth could you forget, Malfoy?" Holden asked, a perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. "Your birthday, Halloween, and the ball are always on the same day."

Scorpius cursed under his breath as they exited the school, walking towards the greenhouses. The cold October air stung his cheeks and he nestled against his green and silver scarf, seeking warmth. Ironically his birthday was on the 31st of October, Halloween, the day Harry Potter's parents were killed by Lord Voldemort. A lot of speculation rose the day he was born; some former Death Eaters were enthralled by this and they thought this was a sign from the Dark Lord himself, probably assuming that Scorpius was a reincarnation of him or whatever. He scoffed at the thought.

"Yeah well, I have more important things to think about at the moment than the stupid ball." Scorpius spat as they continued their walk. Holden shook his head.

"Should be easy enough for you to find a date-you always managed to in the previous years. Why don't you take Tatia for once? You know she's fancied you since she transferred here." The darker boy suggested. Scorpius bristled at the mention of the brunette's name; for some reason he could not tolerate her at the moment.

"I don't know. We'll see. We have a Quidditch game to win today, and that's the only thing I'm focused on at the moment." He said as he pushed the door to the greenhouse open; half of the class was already present. Professor Longbottom was standing patiently at the front, a shy smile on his aged features. After a moment, the entire class seemed to be present, and he began the lesson.

"Good morning class," He said, raising his arms in greeting. The class greeted back sleepily, and then the man proceeded on with a lecture on Devil's Snare, or something related to it, Scorpius was too tired to pay much attention. He figured it would be easy to catch up on anyway. Tatia Schultz, who tactfully managed to sit beside him today, was flipping her textbook to a certain page, and he followed suit. There seemed to be only enough space in his mind for his odd dream, and of course, the upcoming Quidditch match.

His eyes slid over to the distant left, far down the table scattered with pots and other useful gardening tools, and he caught a glimpse of bronze. Rose was carefully studying her Herbology textbook, Potter and that Ravenclaw prefect Lycan sitting faithfully by her sides. Her bronze hair looked scarlet once again as the sun shone through the greenhouse and onto the table; he was glad it grew out of its bushy state as they grew older. She was wearing her usual concentrated expression, with the furrowed eyebrows and the slight frown. Potter leaned over to poke her in the shoulder, and she glanced up at him. They were talking animatedly in hushed voices for a moment, and then she flashed a toothy grin. Scorpius noticed how her teeth did not look so big for her face anymore-in fact they were all pearly white, even, and reasonably sized.

"Scorpius," Tatia's warning voice hissed in his ear, and he bolted straight up from his seat.

"Mister Malfoy? I called on you twice." Professor Longbottom said with a frown, and the class laughed quietly. Scorpius' cheeks felt strangely hot and he dropped his gaze to his textbook.

"YesProfessorLongbottom?" He muttered so quickly that his words were mashed together; he could see Rose staring at him questionably from the corner of his eye.

"What are the attributes of the Devil's Snare?" Professor Longbottom asked patiently. Scorpius wracked his brains for an answer. Tatia motioned for his textbook. He scanned it quickly and read the first note he could find.

"Oh-right-um, isn't that the stuff that binds you or something, and it just increases its hold on you the more you move?" He answered tentatively. The class erupted in hushed giggles again, the girls especially. Professor Longbottom shrugged his shoulders.

"Fair answer." He said, and he pointed to the notes and diagram on the blackboard. Inwardly cursing at his Herbology professor, Scorpius immediately bent down to copy, trying his best to fight the sleep from his eyes. He hated that dream, he surely did.

He smelled something sweet, almost fruity-he turned and realized that the smell was coming from none other than Tatia, who already finished copying the diagram, and was beaming at him attractively. He felt awkward under her pretty hazel stare and he swerved to finish up his copying.

The lecture was long and tedious as usual, and he even fell asleep for ten minutes of it (Tatia nudged him awake again). During the entire time, he not only felt Tatia's eyes on him, but Rose's too for some daunting reason. Class ended after what seemed like a lifetime, and he rose to his full height, yawning. He had the Quidditch match now, so he had to somehow wake himself up before the game started. He shoved his books into his bag and proceeded to leave when he felt the softest of touches on his shoulder. For a mad second he thought it was Rose, but when he spun on his heel he realized it was only Tatia, who was beaming back at him, her perfect face almost radiant under the sunlight.

"Hullo Scorpius. Mind if I walk with you?" She asked in her usual gentle, sing-song voice. He wondered if she was part Veela or something, but then he remembered that Veelas attracted all males. She was pretty, no doubt, but there was something missing.

"No, don't mind at all." He answered automatically, and he waited for her to catch up. She skipped to his side as they made their way back towards the school; he figured he'd catch a bit of lunch first before he left to change into his Quidditch robes. He needed as much energy as he could muster.

"So, the Halloween Ball is coming up." He heard Tatia say with a hint of hope in her tone. His face fell; he knew this was coming. He quickly recomposed himself and nodded in understanding.

"Yes, I know." So's my birthday.

"Got a date to the dance yet?" She asked, and she turned her head to face him. She never got this close to him before. It was not until he looked at her, their faces not so far apart from each other, that he truly realized the alluring effect she had on the majority of the male population at Hogwarts. She had a fair, flawless complexion; her lips were small and pouty. Her eyes were a pure, liquid hazel, and they seemed to be begging, craving him. He gulped at the thought.

"Erm, no, I haven't. I just got the notice today; I always forget about it." He stammered as they entered the school. His head suddenly felt stuffy, though he was not sick with a cold.

"Oh, how could you ever forget about the Halloween Ball? Isn't your birthday on Halloween? You're silly, Scorpius-forgetting your own birthday-" And she laughed a high silvery laugh, pure soprano. He suddenly felt his insides squirm and his knees felt a little weak. Okay, maybe she was part Veela…

"Yeah, right. Stupid." He said distractedly as he opened the doors to the Great Hall. Students were already seated at their respective tables, shoveling food down their throats. He noticed that a few Slytherins and Gryffindors were dressed in their Quidditch robes; some loyal fans had shirts with catchy phrases such as 'Go Go Gryffindor!' and, his personal favourite, 'Down With Gryffindor! All Hail Slytherin!', and some even had their faces painted to their house colours. Tatia gaped at some of them and stepped closer towards him. He felt his side go numb.

"Some people really are devoted to the game, aren't they?" She said sweetly as they sat down at the Slytherin table. Theo Flint dropped to his other side and clapped a hand on his back. He was already clad in his green Quidditch robes. Tatia scowled at him, angry for ruining the only solitary moment she ever had with Scorpius in the past few years she had been trying to. Theo looked as if he had gotten punched in the face. By now Scorpius was nearly convinced that Tatia had Veela blood running through her veins.

"Fine, I won't stay long-I'll be seein' you down at the pitch anyways. You know that we're gonna nail those bloody Gryffindors today, right?" Theo said proudly. Scorpius gulped down his pumpkin juice and nodded without looking at his best Chaser.

"Yep. Our new strategy's bound to take them down." He said as he picked up his sandwich. Theo gave Tatia another last look-Scorpius noticed the longing in his eyes-and stood up from his seat.

"Be seein' you soon, Malfoy." He said, his eyes directed towards Tatia. Tatia smiled sweetly at him, relieved that he was leaving, and it looked as if his knees were going to give way. Theo waved shakily before stalking off. Scorpius raised an eyebrow and looked over at Tatia, who was now directing her sickly sweet, too-perfect smile at him. He already felt his body succumbing to her.

"H-how do you-" He started, but she placed a finger on his lips, and he froze.

"Mother's a Veela." She said, winking one honey coloured eye at him. He nodded dumbly and turned to finish his food. His question was answered.

"So, back to our conversation…" She started again, and he groaned, but quietly so she would not be able to hear him.

He noticed the a lot of the students wearing face paint and fan shirts were getting up, probably eager to get good seats for today's match. Holden Zabini was giving him a look that probably meant Go get ready, it's almost time to start. He also noticed how Holden's eyes shifted over to Tatia for a split second. It was almost hard to notice.

"Erm, s-sorry Tatia, but I think I have to take my leave now. The match is going to start. Can...can we continue this later?" He did not want to be impolite. Tatia looked disappointed; she stuck her bottom lip out in a pout and he felt his heart leap to his throat.

"Oh, of course. I'll see you after the match then. Look for me; I'll be cheering you on." She said, and they both stood up simultaneously. She stood on tiptoe to give him a good luck peck on the cheek before leaving. He felt his chest caving in and he held onto the edge of the table for support, for his knees were beginning to buckle. Holden rushed by his side and gripped his shoulder.

" Now do you know why I'm surprised at the fact you haven't acknowledged Tatia Schultz for the past five years?" He said, partially amused. Once he gained his strength Scorpius stood up straight; he and Holden were an inch of each other in height. He felt stupid for acting like an idiot in front of so many people.

"Let's go." He muttered flatly, and he strode out of the Great Hall, Holden trailing behind him, shaking his head and suppressing a smirk at the same time.

--

Did she just see what she thought she saw?

"Wow, Tatia Schultz-but then again this is Scorpius Malfoy we're talking about-" Rose could hear Carleigh Brown and Lusha Patil gossiping earnestly in front of her as she made her way towards the Quidditch pitch that chilly October afternoon.

She was aware that Tatia had some sort of an alluring effect on boys-she probably had some kind of Veela background-but she had never seen Scorpius fall for her before. It was odd at how he only began acting like a mute, stuttering idiot five years after she transferred from Beauxbatons.

"Yes, he's definitely something to look at, don't you think?" She heard Carleigh giggle through the strong autumn wind. Lusha laughed and nodded, her hands clutching her long Ravenclaw scarf.

"Too bad he's a Malfoy though." They both nodded and burst out in shrieking, girly laughter. Rose felt sick to her stomach and quickened her pace, passing them and proceeding to the pitch. She did not know why she felt so angry, so frustrated towards all of this; Scorpius Malfoy's love life did not affect her in any possible way.

She was supposed to hate him, after all.

She searched the crowd, hoping to find any familiar faces, when she caught sight of her siblings (minus Randy and Hugo), Lily, Dominique, Roxanne, Lorcan, his twin brother Lysander (Albus was still trying to get used to the fact that he and Lily were dating) and Lisa waving frantically at her. They really did not have to wave; the brilliant red hair of the Weasley clan was reasonably easy to spot.

"Saved a spot for you." Mandy scooted down the bench for her oldest sister. Rose took a seat in between her two sisters and waited for the match to begin. The crowd was wild, probably eager to see some Hogwarts Quidditch action after a long two months of summer.

"Look, I think the match is starting soon. The players are coming out." Dominique was leaning over the side to get a better look at the Quidditch players. Like her siblings, her hair was more of a strawberry blonde than actual red, probably because of her Veela lineage. Rose turned around, and she noticed that a lot of the first year boys were stealing glances at her.

"Look, look! It's Randy, I'm pretty sure that's him." Roxanne was pointing towards the very bottom of the pitch, and Rose had to strain her eyes to see him. He was the smallest of the team, and even from far away she could see that her youngest brother was shaking. Albus, much taller and much more confident looking, gave his cousin an encouraging pat on the back. Hugo was on his other side, standing still. She could see, even from a distance, that he was cracking a smile. She fought the urge to march straight down to the field and slap him on the arm.

"Hello Hogwarts, and welcome to the very first Quidditch match of the season!" The voice boomed over everyone's heads, and Rose recognized it at once. It was Ryan Jordan, fellow seventh year, Gryffindor, and the son of Lee Jordan.

"Here we have Slytherin on the left, Gryffindor on the right. I already put down a few Knuts that Gryffindor was going to take the match but-"

"RYAN!" McGonagall's voice screeched over the loud speaker; she did not need any sort of audio or magical magnification to overpower his voice.

"Sorry Professor, just wanted to express my opinion-anyway we have a few new players on each team playing for the very first time. For Slytherin, we have a new Keeper, Matthew Mcnair!" The Slytherin fans hollered with excitement, and Rose squinted towards the Slytherin Quidditch team. A very tall, very burly looking boy was waving a thickly muscled arm towards the crowd. She scanned the line of Slytherins further until she noticed the tall, lean, blond Seeker, looking quite pleased with himself for some reason. She looked up to eye the crowd; Tatia was grinning down at him, calling his name. It was as if he could hear her amidst the howling wind and the busy crowd. Rose could not help but feel loathing bubbling inside of her.

"And for the Gryffindor side, we have yet another Weasley to join the bunch! Meet our third year Chaser, Randolph Weasley! Must be excited to join his cousin Albus and big brother Hugo." Ryan's voice boomed over the crowd again, and Rose's eyes shifted over to her youngest brother. Albus gently pushed him forward, and Randy was waving nervously at the crowd. The Gryffindors animatedly chanted his last name, gradually getting louder every time they said it.

"Weasley, Weasley, Weasley, WEASLEY!" The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, and Rose joined in, screaming for her brother. She wanted him to know that she was there, after the incident that happened this morning.

"Alright, settle down, settle down. Madame Hooch's coming out; the game will start in a moment. Don't fall off your Hippogriffs now."

In a flash the Quaffles, Bludgers, and the one Snitch flitted into the air and separated; the Qudditch players immediately mounted their brooms and zoomed off. Rose continued to scream and cheer for her brothers and for Albus, but her eyes were transfixed on a certain Slytherin Seeker.

"SCORPIUS! THE SNITCH IS OVER THERE! NO, HIGHER! HIGHER!" Though Tatia was screaming, her voice still sounded fitting enough to be in a broadway musical. Rose's eyes were practically slits as she glanced at the perfect brunette waving in the stands across the pitch, attempting to get Scorpius' attention. The blond Slytherin Seeker was neck to neck with Albus, pushing and shoving each other while trying to reach for the Snitch at the same time.

"Oh I wish she'd just shut up." Rose muttered, her eyes now back to Scorpius, who managed to gain a lead on Albus and cut straight up into the air. Lisa turned to her, perplexed.

"Who are you talking about?" She asked nervously. She probably thought she was talking about her. Rose whirled around to face her, her eyes wide.

"No-it wasn't you I was talking about-sorry, just thinking outloud-"

A loud cheer exploded from the other side of the pitch; Scorpius was punching the air; Theodore Flint was zooming around the three hoops, laughing and blowing raspberries at the Gryffindor stands; Hugo, the Keeper, looked simply dismal. She assumed they just scored a goal.

"...And that's one for Slytherin. C'mon Gryffindor…" Ryan Lee muttered as he updated the score. Rose's eyes shot over to Tatia. She was jumping up in down in sheer excitement, screaming Scorpius' name, even though he was not the one who scored the goal.

Suck-up, She thought bitterly as she sank back into her seat. Lily turned to face her and patted her shoulder encouragingly. She assumed that Rose was acting sore because of the fact that Slytherin scored, and not because a certain girl was throwing her lungs out to get Scorpius' attention...and not because that same certain girl gave him a peck on the cheek before the game…

"Don't worry Rosie," Lily said kindly. "I'm sure we'll come up with a goal soon. Maybe Randy will be the one to shoot it in."

Rose looked up at her younger cousin and flashed a small smile, convincing Lily that the Slytherin goal was what was bothering her. The young redheaded girl then turned back towards the match, shouting at the Gryffindor players. Rose hung back, her eyes constantly moving as Scorpius weaved in and out, trying to avoid Albus. Every once in awhile she would find herself looking back at Tatia, whose lung capacity seemed greater than a giant at the rate she was screaming at, and she felt nothing but the cold stab of what she admitted to as jealousy.

But what could she possibly be jealous for?