Holiday break came and went, the grounds of Hogwarts still covered in a white blanket. This only made the dungeons even colder, Claire pulled her robe around her as she sat in Potions class. Fred rested his chin on the palm of his hand. "Blimey, does he ever change his tone?" Fred whispered to his brother next to him.

"Doubtful." George rolled his eyes. Snape continued to lecture on the Draught of Peace. "Can anyone tell me what the Draught of Peace does?" Claire raises her hand, along with a few Gryffindor's.

"Miss Fienley?"

"The Draught of Peace when brewed correctly soothes anxiety and agitation. When brewed incorrectly it can put the drink in a heavy, sometimes irreversible sleep." she explained confidently. Fred listened as she spoke.

"Well done. 10 points to Slytherin."

"Of course he awards points. Had it been a Gryffindor we would have gotten nothing." George groaned. "You know Snape play's favorites." Snape begins to go over the ingredients needed for the Draught and how to brew it correctly. "For homework, you're to write an essay on moonstone."

The class groaned. No one liked writing essays for Snape, you think his class was difficult? His homework was much worse. Fred and George slung their bags over their shoulders.

"Hey Claire! Wait up!" Fred yelled. She stopped, a soft smile on her face as the red heads got closer to her.

"You ready for the game next week?" Fred ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face.

"Definitely. I have a feeling we will beat Ravenclaw. Which means it'll be us in the game for the cup against you guys." She readjusted her bag, pulling it up and over her head. "Which means I'll get to beat you again." She playfully pushed Fred to the side.

"Not a chance!" George glanced at her.

"Weasels!" An angry voice squeaked from down the hallway. Both of the boy's started to giggle.

Claire looked at both of them. "What did you guy's do this time?"

"Oh nothing." Fred lied, still giggling. Claire turned around to see a very angry blond Slytherin marching towards them.

"Think this is funny do you?" He squeaked again.

"Oh no, not at all Malfoy. Completely unfunny." George was trying to hold back his giggles, as Malfoy began to chatter like a mouse. Claire covered her mouth with her hand, covering the smile on her face.

"Fix it!" Malfoy squeaked again.

"Oh pipe down Malfoy, it'll wear off after a day." Fred rolled his eyes.

"What did you do to me?!"

"Really should watch how distracted you get at breakfast. Someone might just slip some ice mice into your drink." George crossed his arms over his chest.

"I would watch it if I were you Weasel's." He glanced over Claire, who was still trying to hold back laughter. "And you should watch who you associate with Fienley." He raised both of his eyebrows at her before storming off. Claire removed her hand, finally letting her laughter go.

"Okay now that is something that will forever be in my head." Fred smiled softly as she laughed at their little prank.

"I had no idea you would actually do it when you were talking about it before. Please do that again." After a few moments she got herself back together. "I'll see you guys later. Gotta get to Transfiguration." She waved and ran down the hallway.

"Mr. Weasley's!" The hallway became even more chilly than it was already as Peeves the poltergeist flew through a wall. "Peeve's saw what you did to Mr. Malfoy! Very funny." Both of the twins bow.

"Thank you. Nothing major, just something simple. Wait till you see Filch." Peeves flipped around in the air.

"Peeves will keep a lookout!"

"Hey Peeves, I need a favor." Fred watched as the poltergeist flipped around.

"Anything for Mr. Weasleys."

"I need her scarf." He knew Peeves would know what he was talking about. Peeves remembered everyone he ever pranked, annoyed, or hid something from.

"Which her? Peeves has taken many scarfs from hers." Fred groaned.

"Claire. A Slytherin girl."

Peeves began laughing. "Oh yes! Her. She was very mad at Peeves for hiding it. She threw many books at me till the Baron came and kicked me out of the common room."

"Do you remember where you hid it?" Peeves did another flip.

"I highly doubt it Freddy. You know how much stuff he takes." George glared at his brother.

"Peeves does not remember." Fred groaned again.

"I need you to find it. And give it to me."

Peeves flew in a circle around the twins. "Peeves will look for it!" He exited through the same wall he came from.

"You think getting her scarf back will make her like you?" George glanced at his brother as they exited the dungeons.

"I don't know. But I still want to give it back to her."

"Freddy. She's a Slytherin. And a chaser for their team! What do you really know about her anyway?" Fred looked at the ground as they walked.

"Well, uh. Not much. I'm trying. I don't think she is like all the other Slytherins though. Would she even speak to me if she was?"

"I don't know. But as your literal other half, be careful Freddy."

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Claire stood in the Slytherin changing room, pulling her robes over her head. "Right, gather round." The team circled around captain Marcus Flint. She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. "All of you need to focus. We better beat Ravenclaw and get in that match for the cup." Flint's speeches were never really speeches, more like threats to win or he's going to get us all.

"Malfoy, you better not let your eyes go anywhere else but to follow that snitch." Malfoy nodded. "Bole, Derrick. You both know what to do." They both chuckled, evil grins plastered to their faces.

"Let's go." Flint tosses brooms at all of the team members, each catching them and lining up at the door.

Fred and George jogged up the stairs to the Gryffindor stands. "Today we have Slytherin vs Ravenclaw!" Lee Jordan yelled into the microphone. "Led by captain Marcus Flint, Slytherin!" Green and silver robes soared in the sky, circling around the stadium before flying in the shape of an 'S'. Cheers roared from the Slytherin stands.

"Led by Captain Roger Davies, Ravenclaw!" The blue robes bounced off the sky as they took the air, circling the stadium. The chasers formed a circle in the middle of the stadium. "The quaffle is up and the game begins!" Claire lunges forward catching the quaffle, soaring towards the goal. Roger Davies chasing after her.

Fred watched her weave in and out of the other plays, dodging as Chambers tried to steal the quaffle from her. 'Come on, come on!' He was silently cheering for her. Claire launches the quaffle at the goal, but the Ravenclaw keeper catches it, tossing it to Davies.

Claire and Pucey come up, right on his tail. Pucey pushes right next to Davies, knocking into him forcing him to drop the quaffle. Claire dives underneath and catches it, making a circle going back to the goal.

"10 points to Slytherin!" Lee announces.

The game is half way over, Slytherin is down by 40. Malfoy has yet to spot the snitch. Claire has the quaffle, she weaves in and out. Ducking to miss a bludger that came too close. Bole is right behind her, he hits the same bludger. It soars through the sky, hitting Chambers taking him out of the game. Groans echo from the Ravenclaw stands.

"Yikes!" Lee shouts.

With Ravenclaw down a chaser, the Slytherin's are able to catch back up. Malfoy takes off through the sky, Cho Chang following after him. Claire takes her focus off the seekers, pushing the quaffle through the hoops again.

"Slytherin wins!" Lee shouts into the microphone. Claire flies around, doing a backflip excitedly. Fred smiles softly as he watches.

"That means it will be Slytherin vs Gryffindor for the cup! The game will take place the first Saturday after Easter holidays. Bloody hell is it going to be intense!" Professor McGonagall glares at the announcer. "Sorry professor!"

"How do you feel about having to go against your girlfriend for the cup?" Ron throws his arm around Fred.

"For one. She's not my girlfriend. And for two. I'll be fine." Ron raises his eyebrow.

"Yeah, okay."

"Shut it or I'll put firecrackers under your bunk." Ron put his hands up in surrender.

Fred and George waited for Lee outside the quidditch pitch. "Weasley!" Claire ran up to the twins.

"Great game Claire." George congratulated her.

"You're brilliant." Fred's cheeks flushed as she smiled at him, wiping sweat from her forehead.

"Thanks. Guess we will be getting a rematch." Her smile turned into a smirk.

"I won't go easy on you."

"I don't want you too." She glanced over her shoulder as she turned on her heels. "I like a challenge." She winked, leaving the boys behind.