"Ow, ow, ow," Harry yelped, every time she whacked him with the end of her broom. His entire family just looked on, amused. They'd witnessed that entire thing. But at least he'd won. He was really wondering if it was worth it. "I'm sorry," Harry said again, for what must've been the hundredth time. Everybody was celebrating winning the Quidditch Cup, and he was being beaten up by a girl. Though, he did know some badass women. Cho was becoming one of them. "It was right behind you and wouldn't move from right behind you, so I had to distract you. Which," he added, skirting the edge of another flailing broom and hiding behind Malfoy because that was the only way to get protection from his dad —Malfoy had stolen him. "Worked, by the way. You totally fell for it," he realised his mistake immediately, and sunk straight to the floor when James deposited him right back in front of her. "Not that you're not pretty," he tried to correct quickly, flailing his arms in front of him —but the damage had already been done. "You're gorgeous, beautiful. You're really quite lovely," he tried, but he wasn't to be saved this time. 