The morning of the Quidditch tryouts was a very sunny one, probably one of the last. When Aaron saw me standing on the field with all the other hopefuls, I could swear he actually did a double take. From my peripheral vision, I could see him arch an eyebrow, staring at me. I avoided his gaze and he was snapped out of it when Patil clapped a hand onto his shoulder.

"Better get to it mate" Adnin said "I've got a date later, I don't have all day." He winked. Having light brown hair, chocolate coloured skin, beautiful hazel eyes, and a Quidditch built body made Patil one of the female population's prime obsessions. I rolled my eyes.

When it finally came time for the Chasers to tryout, not only was I worried about making the team, I was starting to doubt that trying out was such a good idea. However, I went ahead and did so, flying pretty well, although there were a few others who did just as well, if not better.

I sat at the edge of the field to watch the rest of the tryouts; only the beaters were left. Letting my mind stray from what was going on on the field, I contemplated the idea of not making the team. Wouldn't that be humiliating, I show up, try out, and then don't make it. I seethed just thinking about how satisfying it would be for Aaron to watch me walk away, rejected from the team I've played on for three years.

Over in the stands, I could see Jacob, Penelope and Stacey sitting, and a little way away, Michael Neil. Michael possessed none of the Quidditch talent his best friends have. He was very plain looking; sandy blond hair and pale skin. However, what he lacks in looks, he most definitely makes up in extravagance. He was known for never shutting up, and was always the one to crack jokes or aggravate the teachers in class.

At last the tryouts were over and Aaron went to the front of the crowd to announce the new team members.

Pierre Smith as Seeker. I was pleased by this, since the now third year had been our seeker last year too, and had done exceptionally well. Adnin was keeper, of course. Timmy Summit and Simon Jones were beaters. Finally, himself, Sheryl Cosgrow and me as chasers. So I made the team. I just wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing.

Sitting in front of a roaring fire in the Gryffindor common room, late that same night, I was still thinking about being on the Quidditch team, and having to put up with Aaron. It's almost midnight and the common room is completely empty, except for me. I looked over when I heard the portrait hole open. It was Jacob. After congratulating me on making the team, he'd disappeared for the rest of the day.

You're not supposed to be in here" I whisper, smiling as he shrugged off his back pack, sat down and wrapped an arm around me waist.

"Are you going to give me detention?" He teased as he planted a kiss on my lips. I didn't get to respond however, because he deepened the kiss, using the hand on my waist to pull me on to his lap. His other hand went straight to my hair, as I granted him entrance into my mouth. Panting hard, we came up for air a few moments later, but Jacob did not stop. He began kissing down my neck, and to the exposed skin on my chest from the two buttons that were undone. Meanwhile, his hands were roaming everywhere: down my sides, on my stomach, and my thighs. I stretched my neck backwards, allowing him better access. Neither of us heard the portrait hole open and close.

"Oi! You two! Get a room, that's disgusting!" Jacob and I looked up abruptly. It was, of course Aaron. Sometimes I wonder why the universe hates me so much. "You're not even supposed to be in here Davis" Aaron continued.

Blushing furiously, Jacob mutter a quick goodbye in my direction, pecks me on the cheek, and heads for the portrait hole quickly. He gives Aaron a death glare all the while but doesn't say anything. Aaron doesn't even glance at him. I remain seated, glaring into the fire. Then Aaron comes and sits on the other side of the couch. The nerve of him! Not only does he kick my boyfriend out of the room, he doesn't even have the decency to leave me alone afterwards.

"Where the hell have you been all night? It's way past curfew." I say icily, still staring into the fire.

"I don't believe that's any of your business, Boscawen," he replies, a slight hint of humor evident in his voice. This makes me even angrier, but I remain silent. We stay like that for a while.

"Why didn't you tell Professor Trillium that I was the one who hit you?" I blurted out. It's been at the back of my mind for weeks, even though the handprint on his cheek was nothing but a few faint scratches now.

He turned to look at me, his eyes intense. He bowed his head forwards slightly, and when he spoke, it was barely above a whisper. "Why do you think I didn't tell?" He asked.

I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "You didn't want to seem like a meek wimp?" I suggested. Even to my own ears, it sounded pathetic.

He looked disgusted. "No, that's not why" he spat. "And it's sad that that is how you think of me."

"You've never done anything to lead me to believe that you're anything but a conceited prick, so of course that's how I think of you!" I exclaimed.

H shook his head again, the same way he had a few days ago. "Don't shake your head at me like that! I'm not an idiot!" I yelled.

"I didn't say you were an idiot. And I'm the conceited one? Tell me, why is it you think you're better than me? Just because your grades are higher? Or your family is loaded? Or is it because you're a pure blood?" His voice was calm, but he seemed to realize that he'd gone too far. He looked instantly regretful.

A long silence stretched on in which neither of us looked away from the other

"I didn't mean that." He finally said in a low voice.

I sat there for a moment, trying to rein control of my emotions. When I met his gaze, I was still trying to hide the hurt, anger and hatred on my face. "Perhaps you should think twice before you say or do something. This definitely isn't the first time you've acted like an insensitive arse on impulse."

Aaron's POV

She once again cut into me as if she was using a dagger and not words. She turned and walked away, up the staircase to the girls' dormitory, and I had a sudden vision of a very similar scene that happened three years ago. Why am I such a complete arse? I wondered as I watched her walk away from me for the second time that month.

Author's Note

Hope you're enjoying the fic! I know it's not the best, but it's something I started years ago and I really need to get it out of my system. Reviews are GREATLY appreciated...please...pretty please. With a cherry on top. :)