The Great Hall was a buzz with excitement; the Quidditch Cup match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was taking place later. Cheers rang out every time a member of one of the teams walked in for breakfast, a mixture of exhilaration and nausea written on their faces.

The Slytherin table erupted into a cacophony of noise when their fearless Beater, Alex Danvers walked in. She looked every part the confident Team Captain as she walked to sit with the rest of her team, her fellow Slytherins patting her on the back and wishing her luck as she passed.

Not to be outdone, the Gryffindor table hollerred as loud as they could when star Chaser, Maggie Sawyer entered the Great Hall. No one but Lena seemed to notice Maggie straightening up her robes.

'Morning pep talk before the big match Danvers?' Lena drawled as Alex sat down next to her.

'Oh shush' Alex shot back, but the colour creeping up her cheeks gave her away.

'At least tell me you managed to find all of your underwear this time, not that I didn't appreciate finding your knickers on my pillow...'

'One time!'

Lena smirked and handed Alex a goblet of pumpkin juice.

'Oh like you never tease me about the time I was congratulating Kara in the showers after her first Quidditch match-'

'Nope!' Alex interrupted, holding up a finger, 'no more about what you and my baby sister get up to.'

'Oh, is because I'm a Luthor?' Lena pouted teasingly.

Alex chuckled, so proud that Lena could now joke about her last name, even if she couldn't forget the atrocities Lex was committing in Voldemort's name.

'No it's because you've been a pain in my arse for the last seven years, but for some reason my sister finds your infuriating wit and sarcasm adorable.'

Lena just raised an eyebrow and slid some toast towards Alex.

'You need to eat. Your final Quidditch cup at Hogwarts? I know how much you want to win...'

Alex nodded and took a nibble of the toast.

'That's if you can keep your eyes off Maggie long enough...'

'Pffft'

'Strong come back there...'

'Danvers!'

Alex turned to see her girlfriend waving at her from across the Great Hall. Maggie inclined her head towards the door, indicating that they needed to head down to the pitch.

Alex swiped her half eaten piece of toast and stood up.

'Good luck' Lena smiled.

Alex winked and walked towards Maggie, leaning down to kiss her much to the enjoyment of the surrounding students.

They barely made it to the bottom of the staircase before Maggie pulled Alex into a semi private nook to deepen the kiss that had started in the Great Hall.

'For luck' Maggie murmured, her hands roaming gently under Alex's robes.

'I don't need luck' Alex gasped as Maggie's fingertips ghosted the ticklish spot on her hip, 'you're going down...'

'Oh no, when Gryffindor win, you'll definitely be the one going down tonight' Maggie teased, unable to resist.

The sound of a throat clearing made the two girls jump abruptly apart.

'Miss Danvers, Miss Sawyer...' Snape drawled, 'shouldn't you be down at the pitch by now?'

'Sorry Professor' both girls murmured as Alex tucked her shirt back in and started heading in the direction of the Quidditch stands.

'Oh and Miss Danvers?' Snape intoned, 'try not to let your girlfriend distract you too much. I want the trophy back in my room this year...'

'Yes Professor' Alex blushed as Maggie took her hand.

They walked hand in hand in a comfortable silence along the path content to drink in the final peaceful moment before the match.

'Why does everyone think I'm going to go easy on you?' Alex finally broke the silence.

'When was the last time you sent a bludger towards me with the intention of actually knocking me off my broom instead of just making me veer off course?'

Alex didn't reply, but pursed her lips.

'Exactly! You just don't want to admit that badass Alex Danvers has a soft spot-'

Maggie was cut off by Alex placing her lips against hers.

They finally made it to the changing rooms and split to join their respective teams, the nervous excitement building. Five minutes before the match was due to start, they filtered out onto the pitch to thunderous applause.

Madame Hooch reminded them to play a fair, clean game and blew sharply on her whistle. Simultaneously, all fourteen students kicked off of the ground, racing into the air.

Maggie was first to grab the Quaffle, zig zagging effortlessly around the Slytherin Chasers. She zoomed towards the end of the pitch and made her first goal within moments of the match starting.

The Gryffindor spectators were delighted, screaming and stomping their feet in the stands.

Kara sat in the stands wearing a garish clashing mixture of her usual Hufflepuff robes, Slytherin scarf she had borrowed from Lena and the Gryffindor colours painted on her cheeks.

'No red and gold?' Kara questioned upon seeing Lena in just her usual green and silver robes.

'House pride!' Lena chuckled, 'plus, you're decked out enough for the both of us...'

Lena cheered at the Slytherin Keeper stopping another goal, but found herself giving a smaller cheer when in the next moment, Maggie was able to get the Quaffle past him.

It was a close match; 80-70 to Gryffindor and still no sign of the snitch. Over the next ten minutes, Maggie lived up to her reputation as the fastest Chaser in Gryffindor history, scoring three more goals.

Alex zoomed past the three Slytherin Chasers and yelled out a few choice words; there was no way they were losing the match, not in her final year.

She saw Maggie making another break towards the hoops with the Quaffle securely tucked under her arm. Alex swung her bat and sent the bludger towards Maggie with all the strength she could muster.

Maggie saw the bludger careering towards her and had to roll upside down on her broom to stop herself from being knocked off. She dropped the Quaffle and it was picked up by Flint who managed to score for Slytherin.

110-80 to Gryffindor.

'Is that how we're playing today Danvers?' Maggie yelled as she passed by Alex.

'Everyone was accusing me of going soft on you!'

Maggie winked and zoomed off to take a pass from Katie Bell to score again.

120-80 to Gryffindor.

The whistle was blown for half time and the players crashed back into the changing rooms to re-cooperate.

Two pep talks later; a slightly intimidating one given by Alex and a much more relaxed one from the Gryffindor Team Captain, both teams were back up in the air, determined to bring home the trophy.

In an incredibly fast paced fifteen minutes that Winn has trouble keeping track of from his commentary box, points are scored, bludgers fly and in one heart stopping moment, the Gryffindor Seeker nose dives towards the ground. With the help of Professor J'onzz, the score is tallied to 180-180.

The crowd gasps as both Seekers take off in the same direction; the Golden Snitch in their sight. This time it's not a false alarm.

Alex felt as though time was slowing down as she watched Malfoy jostle against Potter to get ahead. Malfoy stretched his arm out, his finger grazing the wings of the Snitch, before he manages to grasp it in his hand.

'SLYTHERIN WIN!' Winn boomed from the commentary box.

Alex punched the air in celebration and looped in the air on her broom; she had done it. Head Girl, Captain of the winning Quidditch team and a straight 'Outstanding' student. She zoomed towards the ground pulling off the nose dive that had got her onto the team as a first year and landed back on the ground to her team celebrating.

Maggie was in her arms immediately, kissing her soundly, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Alex picked Maggie up and Maggie wrapped her legs around Alex's hips, her fingers tangled in Alex's hair.

'You did it Danvers!' Maggie breathed out between kisses.

'You're not mad?'

'We played a good match, but the better team won' Maggie conceded, 'plus my girlfriend happens to be the hottest Quidditch player in Hogwarts history...'

They lose themselves in each other's eyes and lips as the noise of the crowd fades to nothing behind them.

They lose themselves entwined in each other's arms, not caring who sees, not giving a thought to the impending war that was brewing, or the choices they will have to make.

The lose themselves in thoughts of their future; that they may only been seventeen and eighteen years old, but damn it, this relationship was built to go the distance, they were built to stumble through life together, built to support each other, built to love each other.

So they do.