There was one thing Nat hated more than losing. It was that awkward moment when his friend kissed the girl that Nat had had a crush on for ages as if it was perfectly acceptable thing to do. He tried very hard to be relaxed about things. He really did. He spent so much time convincing himself, he didn't care about things that he almost believed it. But, they had won this quidditch match. He was happy. He wasn't going to do that crazy jealous thing. 

Who was he kidding. 

When Pete kissed Cait, it took all he could do to not punch his best friend in the face. Caitlin fell back in to him. Before he knew what he was really doing, he was doing something very regrettable. Not regrettable in the sense that he regretted what he was doing, but the just the time and  the place in which the action was preformed. He'd waited this long. He could have at least waited until they weren't tired or dirty from a marathon quidditch match. He should have waited until his pseudo-little sister wasn't unconscious on the pitch floor. And he really should have not done it in front of her as of five days ago ex-boyfriend. 

Nat Warwick swooped down and planted one kiss directly on the lips of Caitlin Vennegoor of Hesselink

As soon as he had done it, he turned away from her, and rushed to join the group hovering over Millie. "You got it Skrumpette!" Nat couldn't help but grin. She was adorable and crying. He was so proud of her! Once they got Millie out of the hospital wing they were going to celebrate. Now he just had to figure out how to get Nigel to go on a date with Millie. That had been the agreement right? That was the impression Nat got from their conversation in the locker room at any rate. Though, it was an uncomfortable thought. Millie was way to young to be dating. And he'd never let any of his friends date his sister. He'd have to come up with a better way to reward the littlest seeker. "Stop crying Millie. We won!"