Hey, so I uploaded chapter 2 earlier than originally planned... but only because I got ZERO reviews! I know it wasn't the most interesting chapter but it would have been nice to get one...

Well, this chapter is a bit more funny (in my opinion) and it is also the introduction of Scorpius... I won't be getting to the drama until at least chapter 4... maybe 5. But chapter 3 is done and it's a little (and I mean little) dramatic and also kinda funny at the end...

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The night seemed to have stretched on forever. Typical conversations about our summer vacations and how well we did on our O.W.L.'s were replaced with talks of upgrading brooms and whether Finnegan or Wilkins was going to be the third chaser. By midnight I had already had six different offers, two of which coming from a group of second years.

I had managed to slip away from Leo Thomas's babble about quaffles and reached the back corner to grab another butterbeer.

"So," James slipped in next to me, grabbing the firewhiskey, "did Creevey talk to you too?" I nodded. "He offered to be my own personal house elf for the year. I must say, I almost agreed to it. He's very persuasive."

He took a sip and I rolled my eyes. "As tempting as his offer was, I know you. You'd rather get a Dark Mark than abandon your team, Captain."

"Abandon my team. Never! Replace Andrews… maybe."

"Sounds okay to me. He's a prat, everyone knows it."

He sighed, and looked at me with serious eyes, "I want this, Rose."

"I know."

"I've been dreaming of playing professional Quidditch ever since I got my first toy broom. This could be my chance. If I win this I won't have to work at Uncle George's shop anymore." I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. We both loved the shop, but when it came down to it we didn't want jokes and pranks to be what made up the rest of our lives. We'd leave that to Fred. "Mum would be so proud of me. Your dad too, Rose. He'd probably come to our games decked out in only orange."

My grin spread for ear to ear, "Yeah, and he'd have his face painted too. Hugo would be right there next to him."

"I'd be doing what?" Hugo asked. He reached for two butterbeers and I slapped my hand down, swatting his away. "Ouch! What the bloody hell was that for?"

I gave him a look I'd seen my parents use on me one too many times before. "How many have you had tonight?"

He groaned and rolled his head back, "Seriously? I had to deal with a mum all summer and now I have one at school too? I'm fourteen, Rose. I think I can figure out when I've had too much." My brother snatched the drinks and scurried off before I had a chance to argue.

"Fourth years," James snickered as he took a large gulp. "Wait till he tries firewhiskey. Then we'll have to keep him on a leash."

"Sorry, forgot this," Hugo slurred before tugging the bottle out of James's calloused hands causing my cousin to shout.

"Oi!"

I slammed down my butterbeer and stormed off in search of my soon to be hexed brother. "Hugo!" My fingers clawed into his t-shirt and yanked him backwards. He spun to face me, showing off his annoyed, irritated look. I pointed my finger and shook it inches away from his freckled nose, "I don't care how well you think you can handle your liquor, you are not having any firewhiskey! I don't want to be the one to find you half naked in the dungeons with your wand wedged in your ear!"

"That was one time!" Hugo yelled, frantically throwing his hands about. "At least you didn't find me in bed with Frank Longbottom!"

"For the last time, he took me up there to talk! I had a little too much to drink and I fell asleep!"

"Really?" My brother quirked his head to the side and pushed is lower lip out. "I didn't know that talking was a synonym for shagging?"

"Very mature, Hugo," I sneered. Stealing the bottle out of his hand and sending him a death glare before I left in search of one of my less aggravating relatives.

Lily sat perched atop the arm of the sofa staring out at the chaos before her. Tonight she was quiet and reserved, quite the opposite to her normally talkative and rambunctious self. I squeezed through the group of sixth and seventh year males currently tossing Lysander Scamander into the air and slid in next to my cousin. "What's wrong?"

Lily lifted her head out of her hand looking quizzical, "What? Nothing's wrong. I'm just…tired. Yes, it's been a long day."

I stared at her. She frowned before jumping off the couch, taking hold of my wrist and tugging me up the stairs to her dormitory. Taking a seat on her bed, I rested my hands in my lap and nodded, ushering her to talk.

"It's this whole bloody tournament! Everyone's so excited for it!"

"You're not?" My eyes followed her as she quickly paced back and forth on the hardwood floors.

"Well, yes, I-I am… but it's pointless! The house teams are the ones that are going to make it to the finals, the rest of us don't have a bloody shot! Merlin knows I love Roxanne but I can't take it that she's on Gryffindor as seeker and I'm not! You're so lucky, Rosie, and you don't even know it. People would kill to be on James's team! They know he's going to make it to the finals! There's no way he can't!"

"Lily—"

"The only team I've got is with a bunch of second string Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. Ravenclaws, Rosie! Merlin!"

"Lily, I'm sure there's another team you could join. And I'm not entirely sure if I'll play with the house team. This is my dream, Lily. I don't think I want to risk it just so I won't hurt my housemates."

"Oh, but you know you'll never leave them," she whined. "Besides what other team would we join? I'm pretty sure the Slytherins won't take us and you know those loyal pansies over in Hufflepuff won't."

"We don't need Hufflepuffs," I said smugly. "All we need is each other. And I promise you, I'm not doing this thing without you. House team or not."

Lily leaned against one of the bed posts. Lifting her pinky with a smile, she grinned, "Pinky-swear?"

I locked our pinkies together and smirked, "Pinky-swear."

"Rose!" A voice hissed at me as I felt a hard jab hit my ribcage. My eye lips flew open and I quickly raised my head to stare at the perpetrator of my pain. My best mate, Amelia Knotts, glared at me and jerked her head towards the front of the room. I shrugged my shoulders. She knew very well that I only took History of Magic to give myself a much need nap during my hectic and busy life.

She scooted her chair closer to me, keeping an eye on Professor Binns. He didn't seem to have noticed because he continued to drawl on about house elves and their roles in the wizarding wars.

"Where were you during the party last night? I needed you; Thomas wouldn't leave me alone all night!"

I brushed my curly red hair behind my ear and whispered, "Lia, I'm sorry. I had to keep Hugo away from the firewhiskey before he ended up hanging off the Astronomy Tower again. And Lily was having a dilemma."

"Well, I'll forgive you but next time you deal with Leo. He tried to give me a hickey!" she said angrily through her teeth. "See!" Lia pushed her blonde hair of her shoulder and tugged down on the white collar. Surely enough there was a little spot just at her collarbone.

I pushed my lips together tightly, attempting to keep my giggles from spilling out and alerting the rest of the class about my dorm-mate's unfortunate night with a drooling Quidditch player.

Lia smacked me again. "Hey!" I reacted, "Just be happy it wasn't James and his friends this time."

She blushed, "Yeah…how's he doing dealing with this whole thing."

"Better than me. He's already working on a team name. Of course, I'm sure McGonagall would never approve of Sex on Brooms."

Amelia raised her skinny eyebrow and snickered. "Sounds like James. Anyways how's Lily doing?"

I spent the rest of class explaining my cousin's problem. Once we were dismissed, the two of us collected our things and stowed them away in our bags. "Going to Potions?"

"Nah," Lia shook her head, "I only got an E, so they won't take me. I'm going to the kitchens. Missed breakfast." She grabbed her tummy and gave me a desperate look.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. I'll guess I'll have to suffer Professor Everett's wrath all by myself!"

"Bye, Rose."

"Bye, Lia," I called over my shoulder before continuing down the corridor. I passed Landon Boot and his mates tossing a Fanged Frisbee and huge huddle of first years trying to find their way down to Hagrid's. When I climbed down the stairs on my way towards the dungeons, I heard a pompous voice not far off. "Oi! Weasley!"

I groaned, looking to my left and gritted my teeth. "What, Malfoy?"

"On your way to Potions?" He smirked, walking in step with me.

"No, I just enjoy spending my times lurking in the dark basements like a slimy Slytherin."

"Amusing, Weasley, really," Scorpius flipped his hair out of his cold grey eyes. "But it's surprising. I didn't think you had enough brains to make it to the N.E.W.T. level. I'd be careful, Red, wouldn't want to come in second. Again."

I frowned, "You may have done better than me in Potions, Malfoy, but I still kicked your arse in Transfiguration and Charms. Not to mention on the Quidditch pitch. Or did you forget?" I grinned, making his pale skin turn the slightest bit redder. "Oh, did I strike a nerve?"

"Not at all, Weasley," He raised his chin up and shook his head. Somehow he still managed to look as arrogant as ever. "Wait until the first matches begin next week, then we'll see who's better than who."

"There's no need for that, Malfoy," I looked at him over my shoulder before stepping into the half-empty classroom, "we already know I'm superior."

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