"I told you," Scorpius broke the silence as they stared at the stupified Skrewt. Rose said nothing, panting, covered in soot. She must look a fright.

The thing was living feral in the forest, terrorizing firsties, and everyone agreed - someone should do something.

And Rose thought; if she could do something exceptional, maybe he would look at her again.

Wrong.

He found her beaten, helpless, like she always seemed to be, and saved the day. Again.

"You win," she said, trembling.

"Yes," he agreed, wiping dirt from her cheek. Then he kissed her.

One could get used to losing.