The day of the match against Ravenclaw dawned and Eva was nervous. The Ravenclaw team could be formidable at times. Gryffindor had almost lost to them last year. Eva didn't want to let James down. He was determined to keep the Quidditch Cup. She had to be on top of her game, but she was still distracted by the Remus/Sirius dilemma. Sirius had been surprisingly attentive lately but she couldn't forget the way Remus had comforted her after the Snape incident—which she still hadn't shared with anyone.

"Good luck Potters!" more than one Gryffindor had said to her and James at breakfast.

"Destroy Ravenclaw for us!"

"You better win today!"

These encouragements only added to her frazzled nerves.

"Eva, you look like you're going to be sick," Lily noted. "Maybe you shouldn't play."

"I have to," Eva croaked. "There isn't a backup Chaser for this game. Besides, James and Sirius would never forgive me. This is a big deal to all of us."

"If you're sure," Lily said, still looking worried. "I'm sure it'll be fine though."

Yeah, sure, Eva thought. Just fine.

"You can do this Eva," Remus told her as he caught up to her on the way to the locker room.

"Yeah. I can. Thanks." She smiled at him gratefully, feeling a weird sort of flip flop in her stomach that she wasn't sure were nerves. "See you after the match."

"We'll be cheering for you," he said as he went off to meet up with Peter in the Gryffindor section.

Once in the air, Eva's nerves all but disappeared. Being on a broomstick was freeing and she was able to focus on the game rather than the crowd. She even scored three of Gryffindor's seven goals. The game lasted about an hour and there was an uproar when Gryffindor won. Eva did a loopdeloop to let off her excitement and couldn't wipe the smile off her face when James and Sirius assaulted her with a group hug.

Back in the Common Room, everyone celebrated the Gryffindor victory. Eva had just stuffed a pumpkin pasty in her mouth when Sirius came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She held up a finger to indicate she was chewing. The second she swallowed, she opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Sirius kissing her.

Eva had never been kissed before. She wasn't sure what to expect. Sirius' lips were warm on hers and she let herself get lost in the moment. When they were finished, he smiled at her slightly nervously and held out a hand. "Can we take a walk?"

She nodded and he led her out of Gryffindor Tower. "I've been wanting to do that for quite some time now," he confessed.

"Really?" Eva managed to find her voice.

"I…really like you. I've fancied you since fourth year."

"Really?" Eva repeated. She was surprised. That was when she was still Amy.

"You said that already."

"Sorry, it's just a lot to take in. I didn't think you liked me back," Eva admitted. She did like Sirius. A lot. Her confusing feelings for Remus—probably just a remnant of her time as Amy—didn't have to factor in. He liked her. He wanted to go out with her. She'd have to be stupid to bring Remus into it when she wasn't even sure how she felt about him.

Sirius grinned. "You like me?"

Eva nodded. "I have since I've been me—Eva—again."

Sirius scuffed his toe against the floor. "Would you want to be my girlfriend then?"

"I'd like that," Eva said and she meant it. She was tired of being single when most of her friends were in relationships. She deserved a turn, didn't she? Remus didn't like her that way anyway. If he had, wouldn't he have acted on it? It didn't matter. She was dating Sirius now.

"Brilliant. Now…how are we going to break this to James?" Sirius laughed.

"Not a clue," Eva chuckled. "Unless he saw us kissing in the Common Room. Then I think he'd know already."

Turned out, James had seen them kiss in the Common Room and wasn't as shocked as they expected. His "hurt my cousin and I kill you" speech only lasted about ten minutes and then he seemed cool with it. Peter and Lily seemed surprised. Remus didn't have much of a reaction at all and Sirius wasn't sure what that meant. He didn't think about it too much though. He was too busy reveling in his own good luck and happiness.