It was the morning of the final Quidditch match of the year for Slytherin, and with their current placement, a victory by more than one-hundred fifty points over Hufflepuff guaranteed them the Quidditch Cup. The Great Hall was abuzz with commotion over what the outcome of the match would be, and the Slytherins were naturally the most excited for the event. "With Parkin gone, we don't have to worry about those Gryffindor prats as much," said Evan.

"Well, with Hogwarts's best Chaser playing for Slytherin, I'm confident we'll win today," said Narcissa, patting Lucius's shoulder and kissing him on the cheek.

"Hopefully, I won't mess up like last year," admitted Lucius.

"You've improved a lot," said Xavier. "You, Philip, and I can easily score one-hundred fifty points before Hufflepuff does."

"The problem is that they have that really good Chaser this year: Ted Tonks," said Philip.

"We don't have to worry about him. Lucy is biologically more talented than Ted since he's a pure-blood. Ted Tonks is a Mudblood, I believe," said Bellatrix.

"Would you quit using that offensive word all the time?" asked Andromeda, clearly upset.

"Since when did you care so much whether or not I use that word?"

"At the very least, using that kind of language will get you detention, possibly expelled," said Andromeda. "And just because someone is Muggle-born doesn't mean they're inherently inferior to pure-bloods."

Everyone else at the table busted out laughing, and Rodolphus said, "Good joke, Dromeda."

Andromeda huffed, threw her napkin onto the table, and left the group. "Merlin, what's wrong with her?" asked Lucius.

"I told you Dromeda is a secret Mudblood lover," muttered Narcissa. "Don't worry, Luce. Ted Tonks is no threat to you, no matter what Dromeda says. You're a pure-blood, and a Malfoy at that. You're going to do well, and you're going to win. I believe in you."

"Having a mate like you helps." He smiled at her.

Slytherin's Captain and Seeker, Stuart Craggy, ushered the team to follow him to go get ready for the match. "You better get going. Good luck." Narcissa squeezed Lucius's wrist.

"Thank you," he answered. Lucius got up from the table and followed the Slytherin Quidditch team to the locker rooms.

After breakfast, the students filed out of the castle and down to the Quidditch pitch. Narcissa, Victoria, Andromeda, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Rabastan all sat together in the Slytherin section. "I'm surprised you're here. Usually you skip out on Quidditch matches," Victoria commented to Andromeda.

"It's a big match for our house," said Andromeda, a quiver in her voice.

The announcer introduced the Hufflepuff team, and Narcissa didn't recognize anyone, not even Ted Tonks until his name was announced. She cheered along with the rest of the Slytherins when their team was introduced, and soon, the match began. Lucius, Xavier, and Philip were all playing well, along with Atticus as Keeper. Unfortunately, Ted was also playing well and keeping the match close. What confused Narcissa the most was the fact that he kept flying toward Slytherin instead of his own House, like he was trying to rub his playing abilities into their faces.

It was approaching hour three, and Slytherin was up 140-120. Lucius had the Quaffle, and was currently flying toward the Hufflepuff goal posts, but Ted was right on his tail. They were both dodging Bludgers, as they were being thrown in the same direction by the Slytherin and Hufflepuff Beaters. "Be careful, Lucius," Narcissa shouted to him. Lucius looked over his shoulder, and Stuart had spotted the Snitch.

"Come on, Lucius!" yelled Rodolphus. He always got way too into Quidditch. Lucius sped ahead and threw a Hail Mary toward the center goal post. It went past Hufflepuff's Keeper and straight into the goal; Stuart rushed to grab the Snitch in no time.

"SLYTHERIN WINS 300-120!" All of the Slytherins cheered, jumped up and down, laughed, cried, and whatever else they felt like doing at the moment. They all stormed the pitch, where both Lucius and Stuart were being hoisted onto the team members' shoulders.

Once they were back on the ground, Narcissa ran over to Lucius and jumped into his arms. "Congratulations, Quidditch Cup winner."

"Can we just cancel the bloody match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw now? No matter who wins, no one can catch us."

"All because of you scoring that last goal."

"And Stuart waiting to obtain the Snitch."

"That too."

Lucius looked into Narcissa's blue eyes and stroked her cheek lovingly. "Merlin, have I told you lately how beautiful you are?"

"Once or twice a week, at least."

"Lucius, m'boy," Slughorn greeted him and shook his hand. "Congratulations on the win. Narcissa Black, nice to see you."

"Professor Slughorn," she greeted.

"Luce, that was great!" said Rabastan running over to them. "We're having a party in the Slytherin common room. Be there." Rabastan ran off with Bellatrix and Rodolphus.

"I'll be there. Let me go get changed," said Lucius.

"Okay," Narcissa said and nodded. He kissed her cheek before he ran toward the locker room. Narcissa started toward the castle when she noticed Andromeda hanging back. "Are you coming, Dromeda?"

Andromeda was looking at the Hufflepuff team coming out of their locker room, most of them sullen and hanging their heads in shame. "You go ahead. I'll catch up with you."

Narcissa nodded and turned to go back the castle. Once Lucius arrived, they went to the common room, where there was already music, dancing, partying, and plenty of Butterbeer. "Merlin, it didn't take long for the Butterbeer to start flowing," said Narcissa.

"I reckon there's probably more than Butterbeer here," said Lucius.

"Lucy, tha' waz an amazzzinnggg shot," said Bellatrix, coming over to the pair.

"Bella, how many Butterbeers have you already had?" asked Narcissa.

"Jus' two." Bellatrix held up three fingers.

Lucius took her drink and took a whiff. "It has Firewhiskey in it." He handed it back to her.

"Well, she is over seventeen," said Narcissa.

"Just think, we get to do this again next month once we officially have the Cup," said Rodolphus, snaking his arm around Bellatrix. Thankfully, he handled his alcohol better.

As the night wore on and the majority of Slytherins got progressively drunker, Narcissa took her place by the fireplace, while Lucius socialized with his mates. Finally, Andromeda entered the common room, a little overwhelmed by all of the commotion. "Merlin, this place is excited."

She sat down next to Narcissa, and Narcissa asked, "Where have you been?"

"Dinner," said Andromeda. "Where's our sister and mates?"

"Lucius is socializing with Philip and Xavier. Bella and Rod and Atticus and Vicky are both snogging in the corners. I have no idea where Rabastan went," answered Narcissa stoically, taking a sip of her Butterbeer. "I don't know how much Butterbeer not spiked with Firewhiskey there is left."

"That's okay. I'm not thirsty anyway," said Andromeda.

Rabastan stood on the table, the latest copy of The Daily Prophet in hand, and he shouted, "Listen up, everybody. I'm giving everyone another reason to celebrate. It says here in the news that Minster of Magic Nobby Leach is being forced to resign due to mysterious circumstances."

Everyone in the room started cheering again, and Narcissa said, "Thank Merlin. Hopefully the next Minister of Magic will bring more honor and nobility to the name of Wizard than this one did." Andromeda didn't respond. "Dromeda?"

"I'm sure he or she will be much better," she quipped with thinly veiled sarcasm before going straight to bed.