A/n: Hey! Another chapter. Hope you enjoy. This chapter is Quidditch, so enjoy!

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A short while after Sirius, Remus, and James returned from Sirius's house for school, Quidditch started up again. James, Sirius, Stacey, and Jack, were back to practicing for their next game, and the end of the Quidditch season for this year. Andrew was determined to win this year. Not that they hadn't won before in years past, it was just that, for the seventh years on his team – including himself – it was their final year.

Andrew made the team practice harder and longer, and they never lost a match. Although a few of the members of the team (Sirius, for one) believed that they would've won anyway, even if they hadn't been practicing so much. Whenever Sirius said this, Andrew would sigh and ignore him and get on with practice.

Gryffindor was most likely going to be in the Quidditch final. There were 2 games coming up that would decide whether that would be so or not: Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin, and the winner of that match vs. Ravenclaw. Everyone basically knew that Slytherin would both matches. They were the best team aside from Gryffindor. Gryffindor had already played them once, before the Christmas holiday, and it was a very close match. Eventually, with James' supreme Quidditch skill, the game was won, but it was a very close game. Everyone, on both teams, was very good.

The day came when Slytherin would be playing Hufflepuff. Everyone in Gryffindor (especially those on the Quidditch team) was very excited, all hoping that Slytherin would lose.

Everyone made his or her way down to the Quidditch match that day to enjoy the game.

And, of course, Slytherin won.

Slytherin caught an early lead and kept it for the rest of the game. Hufflepuff tried as much as they could to catch up, but to no avail. Try as they could, the Slytherin players were too good. The game ended with Slytherin winning 180-30.

"Why can't Slytherin lose?" Sirius had asked.

"They lose." James said flatly.

"Yeah," Stacy agreed. "To us."

Everyone had a strong feeling that it would Gryffindor vs. Slytherin in the Quidditch Cup Final. After Hufflepuff losing to Slytherin so badly it seemed inevitable. Hufflepuff always lost to Gryffindor and Slytherin and lost to Ravenclaw most of the time, but never that bad. But, nevertheless, there was still one more match: Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw was very good, and all of the Gryffindors (and especially the Quidditch team members) hopped for once that Slytherin would lose to Ravenclaw. No one there could remember it happening, but everyone was sure it had happened sometime in the past.

The day of the match versus Ravenclaw came, and everyone not playing was out at the match early in anticipation for the upcoming match. Time passed, and then the teams walked out onto the field, encircling Madam Hooch, with the box of Quidditch balls at her feet.

She looked around at all fourteen players, and then started the game.

What a sight. Ravenclaw had managed to keep Slytherin at bay for a while, and for the first part of the game everyone was wondering what the outcome would be. But, by the time the second part of the game had come around, it was no question who would win. Slytherin would win. They were just too good. Ravenclaw began to gain less possession of the ball, their keeper held back less shots, they scored less, and their beaters were losing their aim it seemed. Slytherins' skill was finally winning over Ravenclaw. It may have taken longer than it did with Hufflepuff (that game was in the bag from the beginning) but it had happened. Every heart in Gryffindor sunk. By the end of the game, they were depressed… yet not.

It would be Slytherin vs. Gryffindor in the final, everyone in the school was sure of that. But, when at first all were saddened and depressed by this, their hearts lightened at the thought. It would be Slytherin versus Gryffindor in the Quidditch Final. Soon, every heart in Gryffindor was alight with a strange fire, a vengeance if you would. Their old rivalry would have a chance to be let out, and proven that who is the best. All of the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch players were ecstatic. If they could fight one team, it would be each other.

So, in other words, the final would be a very much-anticipated game.

That night in the common room, the Gryffindor Quidditch team was discussing the final.

"I don't know what we were all worried about." Sirius was saying. "We get to play Slytherin, our enemy."

"Yeah, good point, Sirius." James agreed. "I believe I speak for everyone when I say that we all hate the Slytherins and are glad for this opportunity to beat them at Quidditch."

That got a cheer from the team.

"It's not their personally that I hate, it's what they stand for." Stacey said.

"Except for Lucius Malfoy." James teased.

An expression of loathing came over her face. "Do not even SAY that name in my presence," she said, the loathing in her voice as well. "Oh, how I hate that man. If you can even call him a man… or even human… I'm SO glad that he's graduating this year. Good riddance, I say."

The team giggled and chuckled that, not wanting to laugh outright because she was mad enough already.

"I'm sure you're more happier then anyone for a chance to beat him again. Even if you don't have the same position." Andrew said, not even having to say who "he" was. They all knew whom he meant.

"Oh, how right you are." Stacy agreed. "It won't matter. As long as Slytherin loses, it won't matter exactly who beats him, as long as they don't win."

"Anyway," Andrew said, changing the conversation. "Don't get cocky team. Slytherin is very good. We all want to win, but we can't ahead of ourselves. Let's just keeping working hard at practices, and stay confident. NOT cocky, confident. Yes, there is a difference, Sirius." Andrew said, knowing Sirius would ask. Sirius just smiled.

They all realized then that it was late, so they all excused themselves and went up to their dormitories and to bed.

Sirius got in Remus' bed that night (as always) and they talked about the upcoming match. Then Remus, growing tired of talking about Quidditch this late at night and wanting to go to bed, said, "Sirius, as much as I love staying up late with you, I'm tired, and I want to go to bed."

"You are in bed." Sirius said, smiling.

Remus smiled back. "You know what I mean, love."

"Yes, my darling, I do." Sirius said, giving Remus a passionate kiss.

Remus stopped Sirius from kissing him again, because, he was tired, and knew that if he let Sirius continue kissing him, they'd be up kissing for hours, and Remus wanted some sleep tonight.

They snuggled into the covers, and feel asleep.

A/n: Well, I hope you enjoyed! I had to put something with Sirius and Remus at the end, or it would defy the purpose of the story. R/R!