Marching onto the quidditch pitch, Sirius gave me a quick good luck kiss before strutting away to his commentator's area in his Princess Potter's biggest fan quidditch jersey. Spotting Remus and Peter in the stands, I winked, grinning broadly. Today was the last match before the holiday break and it was Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. Between the dozens of practices James made us go through and the famous Potter Pride (some refer to it as arrogance), we were sure to win.

It was cold outside but, thankfully, it wasn't cold enough to snow. Unfortunately, the wind was bitter and harsh as it whipped away at us and our brooms. As Madam Hooch blew her whistle to signal the start of the game, I kicked off the ground and flew high above the goal posts. Halfway through second year I had figured out that that was the perfect spot to search for the snitch and watch the game.

"AND WE'RE OFF!" Sirius shouted. "Let's hope the odds are in the Gryffindor's favor."

"Black," McGonagall warned. "No favoritism."

"Sorry, Minnie. Kinda hard to not show who my favorite is."

"Just keep your opinions to yourself." From the tone of her voice, I could tell she was pinching the bridge of her nose in the way she often did when she spoke to Sirius.

"Potter gets the quaffle. He passes it to Johnson who dodges a nasty bludger Scamander sent his way. He passes the quaffle to Boot who passes it back to Potter. Potter weaves his way in between the players and-" dramatic pause "SCORES! 10-0"

Half of the crowd in the stands cheered wildly while the other half (mostly the Slytherins) booed. Never let it be said that Hufflepuffs are kind pushovers. They can be your worst nightmare if you get on their bad side (which I had learned the hard way) and they can play quite dirty.

"Looks like I owe Remus a bar of chocolate."

Laughing slightly, I began to search for the snitch. I had warned Sirius not to be against Remus. No one has ever won.

"Johnson scores! Gryffindor leading, 20-0."

Suddenly, a bludger whizzed past my ear. Redirecting my attention back to my surroundings, I saw Finnick Scamander smirking back at me. Glaring at him, I listened to the commentation coming from down below.

"Why the hell would you send a bludger towards the seeker?!?!" Sirius roared in a rather venomous tone. "You SON OF A BI-"

"BLACK!" McGonagall screeched. "Need I remind you that there are first years present?"

"But that," Sirius hesitated slightly, "bloody idiot tried to knock my girlfriend off her broom for no reason!"

"I saw," McGonagall answered in an angry tone, but her anger wasn't directed towards Sirius. "But I can't exactly do anything about it because, although it's frowned upon, there is nothing in the rules that says he can't do that."

"Is your boyfriend fighting your battles for you now, Potter?" Scamander sneered.

Growling, I zoomed towards him with my arm outstretched. Fear crossing his face, he dodged out of the way. The snitch that had been flitting next to him disappeared as well.

"You dumbass," I snapped. "I wasn't aiming for you."

Unfortunately, the Hufflepuff seeker, seventh year Amos Diggory, had realized what my true motives were and was soon speeding towards me. Glancing around, I spotted a golden glint floating above the middle Gryffindor goal post. Flying at top speed in order to stay ahead of Amos, I gestured dramatically for Tonks to get out of the way. Taken by surprise, he did as he was told. Being the dramatic girl that I am, I twirled through the center hoop as I caught the snitch.

"Potter catches the snitch in a magnificent twirl!" Sirius shouted. "Gryffindor wins, 170-0!"

****

"Living up to your wild girl reputation, I see," Remus said as I sat down on the couch next to him, taking a swig from his butterbeer.

"What makes you say that?" I asked innocently.

"Well for starters," Remus began, "it seems as though you've partied nonstop since we won the match. Secondly, you're the reason the party is still going strong even though it is three in the morning. Third, you're obviously exhausted. Shall I go on?"

"No," I said through a laugh. "You've made your point."

Resting my head on his shoulder, Remus wrapped his arm around me and, together, we watched as the party slowly began to die out.

Eventually, it was just us in the common room. Peter, as usual, had been the first of us to go up to bed. James had left around one in the morning. Sometime during the night, Sirius had passed out, drunk.

"I really don't feel like getting up," Remus and I said simultaneously.

Laughing, I said, "Glad you agree. Can we just sleep down here tonight? It's not like anyone is going to be stupid enough to bother us."

"Sounds good to me," Remus said, grabbing the blanket resting on the side of the sofa.

Pulling it over us, we stretched out. Lying down, I snuggled into Remus's chest. Remus's skin, since he was a werewolf, was always a few degrees warmer than the average temperature. I found it very...relaxing. Yawning contentedly, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.