"Slytherin VS Gryffindor"

-THE NEXT FEW MONTHS PASSED BY QUICKLY. It was now February, and it was the first quidditch match: Slytherin VS Gryffindor. Adhara was immediately on the team as soon as she tried out, so that shocked her a little, but all Marcus Flint said was 'You're one of the best chasers I've ever seen.', making her even more shocked.

"Keep eyes on the snitch, Malfoy. Ignore Potter." Marcus said with a pointed look.

Adhara let out a laugh, while Draco blushed.

"Potter!" Adhara exclaimed, the quaffle in her hands.

Harry turned around on his broom and gave her a grin, "What's up, godsister?"

"Stop flirting with my brother!" Adhara glared, scoring a goal without even looking at the hoops, earning shocked and awed cheers.

Harry gawked at the way she scored, unfortunately getting hit by a bludger, but it didn't harm him that much.

"Get the snitch, Potter!" Katie Bell said, catching his attention.

Adhara flew over to the Slytherin side, catching the quaffle that was sent by Adrian Pucey, and flew back to the Gryffindors, scoring once again.

"30-0!" Cormac McLaggen announced, who was filling in for Lee Jordan, since he was sick. "Of course, if Black-Malfoy was a little prettier, we'd finally know why she has a girlfriend."

Adhara smiled coldly, the quaffle in her hands again, and rushed over to the teacher's stands, knocking Cormac over, earning cheers from almost every house.

"Miss Black-Malfoy!" McGonagall exclaimed.

"Sorry, Minnie!" Adhara called over her shoulder, "Couldn't control the brakes!"

"Malfoy! Stop being gay for a few minutes and catch the fucking snitch!" Marcus Flint glared at him after scoring.

"Oi, Flint!" Adhara exclaimed, catching his attention. "He's gayer than me, and that's saying something, so leave the poor boy alone!"

Draco blushed immensely, making Adhara smirk. "Is little draco blushing?" mocked Adhara with a baby voice.

"Shut up, Ara." Draco glared.

Marcus groaned. "Back to the game, Malfoys!"

"Right, sorry!" The siblings said simultaneously.

"Now that the Malfoy siblings are finally back to the game," Remus announced, filling in for Cormac, who was injured thanks to Adhara's 'brake failure'. "It seems like Addie's scoring- and she did! Take that, Potters!"

"Mr. Black!" Minerva scolded, while James and Harry said, "REMUS!" simultaneously.

Remus cleared his throat, winking at his stepdaughter's grin. "As I was saying: 120-30!"

"YES! TAKE THAT YOU-" McGonagall immediately snatched the microphone out of Remus' hands, making him huff.

"If anyone would like to do this job nicely-"

"I can do it, Minnie!" Sirius grinned, taking the microphone without waiting for an answer.

McGonagall immediately groaned. "I've been dealing with this for decades."

"HAH! MY DAUGHTER SCORED ONCE AGAIN! TAKE THAT HARRY JAMES POTTER!"

"PADFOOT!" "Mr. Black!"

"Right- erm, 130-20?"

"140-50, Mr. Black." Minerva corrected.

Sirius grinned, "Right. Thanks, Minnie. 130-20!"

"140-50!" Minerva corrected again, but was ignored.

Adhara whistled below Marcus, catching the quaffle he sent for her and scored.

"160-70!" Sirius smirked. "Guess we all know where my daughter has gotten her chaser talents from-"

"You were a beater, Mr. Black." Minerva pointed out, but was ignored.

"-much better than Harry's seeker talents. Oh, look at that! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's Harry Potter missing the snitch because he's too busy flirting with his boyfriend-"

"Right-!" Minerva snatched the microphone out of his hands, "Would anyone but the Blacks like to be the commentator?"

"I will, Minnie!" exclaimed James Potter, earning a groan from Minerva once again.

"Now that the microphone is in somebody's hands, who does not have favorites whatsoever- WHAT THE BLOODY FRICKIN FUCK HARRY! YOU WERE SO MUCH CLOSER THAN THAT SNAKE-!"

"MR. POTTER!" Minerva snatched the microphone. Again. "Alright, I'm going to be the commentator."

Adhara watched as a bludger came close to her, and dodged it. She glared at the Weasley twins, "I don't even have the quaffle!"

"Sorry, ickle Black!" One of them said.

"We didn't notice!" The other said.

She rolled her eyes and went back to the game.

"And Spinnet scores. 180-90!" Minerva McGonagall announced, low-key wanting one of the marauders to commentate again.

"Malfoy caught the snitch-" The microphone was snatched out of Minerva's hands, making her glare at the person.

"SLYTHERIN WINS, BITCHES!" Sirius exclaimed into the microphone.

Minerva McGonagall didn't even try to stop him. Nor did anyone else, really.