IT was quidditch tryouts day. Celeste had her uniform on, not showing how nervous she felt as she looked around the groups of Slytherin boys. Not a single girl was in the pitch with them.

The boys were all glancing at her every once in a while in confusion. What was a girl doing in the quidditch pitch? No girl had ever tried out for the Slytherin quidditch team. In fact, there was not a single female player in the Slytherin quidditch team in history. Not a single one.

Celeste ignored them all. They could think whatever they wanted. She would show them. She would show them all—

"Right." Marcus Flint said, looking at them all. He had on his quidditch uniform, his broom in his hand and a quaffle in his other hand. His black hair was being blown by the strong wind. His eyes stopped on Celeste, giving her a doubtful look. "Black, are you sure?" He asked for the third time today.

During breakfast, Flint had seen Celeste with the quidditch uniform on and had asked if she was sure she would tryout. Given the fact that she had been getting looks from every Slytherin since stepping into the great hall. Celeste had assured him again and again that she was sure.

"Yes," said Celeste confidently, the newest broom that Regulus had gotten her over the summer in her hand.

Marcus Flint nodded and looked away. "We need one chaser. The last chaser suffered a very harsh injury thanks to the lions. He thankfully recovered, but he quit. Now, I will need each and every one of you to play against our keeper, Miles Bletchley. You have five shots. Five chances to throw the quaffle into the rings. My other two beaters are going to try to get you killed— erm, I mean, slow you down— and if they don't succeed and you get all five in, by any chance, then you will immediately get the position."

Celeste's hand went to the necklace around her neck and she clutched it tightly for good luck. It was a dark green pendant and it belonged to her mother. She never took it off.

"You—" Flint pointed towards a certain Slytherin. "You first. Fly up and show me what you've got."

"Remember, this team deserves winners. Not losers, not second places— which is even worse than being fourth place, let me tell you. This team deserves winners. And that is what I'm going for." Marcus Flint's voice boomed through the pitch, shouting at the person in the sky. The said person missed. And just a second later, the bludger hit his arm and he was thrown onto the ground.

Most of the Slytherins flinched. Celeste pursed her lips at the boy on the ground, looking at him in pity.

"Get him out of here," said Flint, who hadn't even flinched. "Next."

When it was Celeste's turn, the pitch was completely empty. All the others that were trying out had either not gotten a five out of five score, or they were hit by a bludger. There was no in between.

Flint threw the quaffle to Celeste and put his arms behind his back. "You were last because I did not want the other Slytherins making fun of you or anything, Black. I do hope you will forgive me for the wait."

Celeste caught it and shrugged, getting on her broom. "Thanks for that, I guess, Flint." She replied and flew up to the sky, taking a deep breath. When she heard his whistle, she dodged the bludgers coming her way and flew near the three rings behind the keeper. She flew even nearer and when she was near enough, she threw it in.

She scored.

Flint, who was at the bottom of the pitch and watching them, grinned, his rotting teeth showing. This was it.

They would make history.

The keeper seemed shocked at the fact a girl scored against him. Against him— he had been the keeper for Slytherin for years!

Celeste caught the quaffle again and dodged another bludger heading her way. She flew back to the rings and threw the quaffle again.

She scored again.

She grinned this time, letting herself relax. She took a deep breath again and caught the quaffle thrown back at her easily.

"Try out for keeper next time, Black!" Flint's voice reached her ears.

Celeste let herself laugh. She dodged yet another bludger and flew a few laps around the pitch, this time wanting to show off her flying skills. When she was near the rings, she threw the quaffle to the unsuspecting keeper.

And she scored.

Three out of five.

Two more to go.

And just a minute later, she scored for the fourth time.

Within one more minute, Celeste had the quaffle in her hands again and flew around, throwing it to the lowest ring. She waited and waited, the seconds seeming to be slowing down.

The keeper dove down— he almost caught it— key word: almost—

She scored. Five out of five.

Flint let out a laugh, ignoring the two beaters and the keeper that were all staring at the girl in shock. Celeste grinned and flew back down, hopping off of the broom.

Flint said, "Congratulations, Black." And put out a hand for her.

She took it and shook it, her heart beating faster. "I— I did it?" She asked uncertainly.

Flint looked at her in disbelief. "Five out of five, Black. And the bludger didn't even touch you once. I would say something is wrong with my beaters or my keeper, but I know damn well that's not true. You're just that good."

She smiled, feeling proud of herself. She did it. "Thank you, Flint. I will not let you down."

"First female Slytherin quidditch player. I know you won't let me down, Black."

Draco was waiting right outside of the pitch. He had seen everything. Celeste rushed into Draco's awaiting arms.

She let out a giggle when he picked her up and spun her around. "First female Slytherin quidditch player!" He claimed proudly, letting her down a few seconds later. "Merlin, Les, you did it! I'm so proud of you!"

Celeste nodded, almost jumping up and down from excitement. "I did it, Draco! I did it!"

"I knew you could do it." He said truthfully, taking the broom out of her hand as they walked away from the pitch and towards the castle. "We are so getting the quidditch cup this year. I can just feel it!"

"I can't wait!"

"Good luck getting up five a.m on weekends, though. That's our practice time." Draco warned her, his lips in a smile so big it hurt his face.

"I don't care. I'm getting up at four, if that's what it takes."

"That's my Les."

"Your mother's going to be so disappointed in me," said Celeste, thinking of Narcissa as they climbed up the steps leading into the castle. "She's going to be absolutely horrified."

"She'll get over it in a week. Then, she'll take you to get quidditch supplies." Draco said in an attempt to make her feel better, but they both knew that was a lie.

She scoffed. "As if Cissa Malfoy would ever let a female family member play quidditch. She almost killed me at your manor last summer, remember?"

Draco couldn't help it. He let out a laugh, remembering his mother's anger towards Celeste for being on a broom. "You looked so scared!"

"Who could blame me?! I was getting yelled at by the Narcissa Malfoy!" Celeste defended herself.

They finally reached the castle a couple of minutes later, both of them in silence. They started walking the way to the dungeons and when they were there, they went to a particular stone and Draco said the password, "Snakes."

The rock rumbled and split into two, revealing a door. Draco opened it and let her go in first.

Daphne and Blaise, who were sitting by the fireplace, turned around when the door of the common room opened. When Draco gave them a thumbs up to symbol the fact that Celeste got in the quidditch team, they both grinned.

Daphne stood up and opened her arms for a running Celeste, who ran into her arms. Daphne squealed.

Draco was grateful the common room was empty.

"You did it! Congratulations!" Daphne exclaimed in excitement, pulling away from the happy girl. "Oh Merlin, this is great news!"

"Congratulations, Les." Blaise said with a fond smile, hugging her too for a second before pulling away. He knew that if the hug lasted a second too long, Draco would've hexed his hand off.

"Thank you both so much. I couldn't have done it without the support." Celeste said, flopping onto one of the couches. Draco sat down right next to her. "I can't believe it. I'm in the Slytherin quidditch team."

"You took way too long, actually." Blaise pointed out, looking at the clock on the wall near them. "You were there at twelve p.m and it's now five. Have you eaten lunch?"

Draco's eyes widened. "You haven't eaten lunch?!"

Celeste sheepishly shrugged. "No," she revealed. She frowned in confusion when Draco stood up and rushed out of the common room.

Her confusion would be answered ten minutes later when Draco would come back into the common room with a tray of food for her.