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Early one Saturday morning, Harriet and Tom woke in each other's arms as they slowly opened their eyes.
Sunlight drifted through the curtain as Harriet smiled softly.
"Thinking of me?" Tom asked with an arrogant smirk.
"Of James, actually." She sighed. Her eyes closed again as she cuddled against Tom's bare chest and explained, "He wrote to me yesterday that the first Quidditch game is this weekend. I didn't remember them starting quite this early. I suppose enough years have passed, they could have changed the schedule."
"Are you as surprised as I am that he didn't try out for the team?" Tom frowned.
Harriet blinked her eyes open as she thought, "...No. How many first years usually do, Tom?"
"You were on the team as a first year." He answered with a proud purr as he kissed the top of Harriet's head.
"That was different, that was an accident." Harriet yawned, "James is in no rush and why should he be? Let him settle in first, if he wants to play, there's always next year."
Tom kissed the top of her head again as he let his hands drift over her bare skin under the covers.
The pair had been grateful for magic's many cleaning applications.
If it hadn't been for the stain vanishing spell, they would have had to ring for Lawrence throughout the previous, passionate hours.
As Harriet yawned and let herself relax against Tom, he angled his obvious arousal away from her thigh, eager to let his mate have her rest before he had his way with her again.
He had kept Harriet up half the night, the least he could do would be to let her doze for a few minutes more before he pounced on her.
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Far away from Riddle Manor, Hogwarts' inhabitants were up bright and early that morning in preparation for the season's first Quidditch match.
Slytherin faced Gryffindor, which stirred one jeer after another between the two rival houses, but Mae cared little.
As she ate her breakfast that morning, her green eyes were fixed not on James for once, but on the laughing Slytherin fourth year girls as they cackled amongst themselves.
They sat in a group towards the end of the table, while Mae sat close to the front of the room.
Scorpius remained steadfastly beside her, although he wondered about the oddly dedicated look on her face.
"Looking forward to the match?" He asked.
Mae blinked, at first surprised he had spoken, then irritated someone had dared interrupt her thoughts.
"...Very much." She hissed in a cryptic reply.
As she stood from the table and stalked out of the Great Hall, Scorpius frowned.
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An hour later, at the Quidditch stadium across the castle's grounds, students and faculty filed into the seats.
The stadium buzzed with excited chatter as conversations echoed between participants.
Debates raged over what house would win as each team stood ready to enter the stadium, dressed in their uniforms, brooms in hand.
"Remember," Gryffindor's Captain nodded at each member of the house's team, "Try your best and keep your eyes on the prize………That will lead us to victory over Slytherin, understood?"
Accepting affirmations echoed while Slytherin's Captain made an altered speech, "Minfre is blind in her right eye. Remember that! Willoughford feels dizzy if he flies more than 100 meters up and Slindellyan's left leg is still healing. You can see him favour it when he walks. Keep those things in mind, can't we? Winning doesn't come from smiling, winning comes from knowing your enemy's weakness!"
The Slytherins all whispered to each other the many secret strategies they had planned on what was best to do when in order to win the game and carry their house to victory.
Once the attendees were all seated and the teams were in position, the balls were brought onto the field as Afgatha Shilenford, the fifth year announcer from Ravenclaw, stepped forward to use the enchanted voice amplifier.
"With everyone ready, we'll officially begin the first match of the season!" Agatha spoke into the voice amplifier, "...Gryffindor versus Slytherin!"
Loud cheers erupted throughout the stadium, with the most noise coming from the Gryffindor and Slytherin stands.
Faculty clapped along politely, although Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall exchanged glances.
A grin twisted McGonagall's lips.
Severus bore the hint of a smirk that could only have been detected with a muggle magnifying glass.
The two old friends did occasionally enjoy a bout of friendly competition between their houses.
"First on the field today, please welcome GRYFFINDOR'S TEAM!" Agatha cried as the first set of doors opened to let the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team fly on the field.
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Outside the stadium, where no one was watching, Mae walked forward, with her small dragon creeping behind her.
"Ready?" She asked as she turned her head.
As the dragon nodded in response, she pulled off the black sleeve that covered her affected arm and dug her nails into the flesh of her stained palm.
The dragon blinked as a brief flash encompassed her.
"It worked!" She hissed to him in Parseltongue as she looked down at herself.
Her plain school robes had vanished.
In their place, a long, flowing dress of soft, emerald green fabric wrapped around her lithe figure.
Jewels of emerald and diamond adorned her neck in an elegant collar.
"Today," She nodded at the dragon, "They will see me for who I really am. I am the heir of Slytherin, I am the Princess, no!...Today, I will become the queen."
The dragon said nothing in response as Mae turned around and began to lead him up their perilous journey through the rickety stands that led to the teams' entrance onto the Quidditch field.
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Unsuspecting and unaware, Mae's enemies, the fourth year Slytherin girls, entered the stands already waving at their many fans and supporters as they quickly circled past Slytherin's section on their speedy brooms.
The rest of the team made their entrance and took their positions on the field, across from Gryffindor's players as the match's assistants hurried to get the balls ready for release.
"Thank you very much, everyone, let's all have some quiet now!" Agatha's voice boomed over the sound of cheers and applause, "Quiet now, there we are. Alright! Match will begin in three….."
The designated persons stood ready to release the Bludgers and Quaffles, with firm hands over the locks inside the open Quidditch trunk.
"Two…….."
In the shadows of the players' entrance, Mae climbed onto the back of her small dragon, careful to make sure her long, flowing hair trailed behind her and her necklace remained in place.
"One!"
The balls flew into the air as a mighty roar erupted from the player's quarters.
As if they could sense danger for themselves, for the first time in Quidditch history, the Bludgers and Quaffles slammed back down inside their places, safe within the trunk as Mae shot forth on the back of her small monster.
The creature's relatively petite stature made it no less fearsome to every onlooker as eyes widened and gasps rang out.
"What on earth is THAT?"
"Is that a dragon?!"
"That's Mae Riddle riding it, that is!"
Mae hurtled through the Quidditch stadium, on the back of her emerald green dragon, intent on chasing her enemies down.
Faculty rushed to evacuate students, half of which stood watching with their mouths agape while the other half fled in terror.
James leapt into action.
As Mae's enemies frantically flew away and Mae pursued, he left his seat and dashed down to the bowels of the stadium before he burst into the Gryffindor team's dressing room.
As his eyes darted around frantically, he laughed in amusement that he actually found what he wanted.
There in the corner lay a stack of spare practice brooms, which were almost always forgotten and discarded on any match day.
James rushed over, took one into his hand, and ran back out onto the field.
As faculty members fired charm after charm at Mae and her dragon, Mae swiftly pulled the creature this way and that to avoid each hit.
She did not count on her brother James becoming her worst nightmare.
Mae's enemies found themselves finally trapped against two stadium walls as Mae and her dragon closed in.
Mae's emerald eyes widened with malicious glee as she raised her afflicted hand and bent her fingers, ready to watch the emerald green flames consume the girls she hated.
………But James refused to witness murder.
Only a few months into his Hogwarts education, he mounted the practice broom with the skill of a professional Quidditch player and shot straight into the air.
His aim would have taken a thousand tries to line up again so perfectly.
He zipped upwards with incredible speed and rammed the end of his broom directly into the dragon's heart.
A noise between a gasp and a groan left the creature's lips as Mae's eyes widened.
The broom failed to pierce the dragon's tough hide, but the impact sent its pulse out of rhythm and badly disrupted the creature's equilibrium.
In one limp tumble, the dragon turned over and fell the short distance to the ground.
Mae crashed down on top of the creature's middle, unhurt but mortified as cheers erupted throughout the stadium.
She grit her teeth as she sat up and watched her darling brother wave and smile at everyone as he clutched the practice broom he proudly rode.
How had it all gone so very wrong?
Instead of showing everyone what a victor she was, somehow, she had made James a hero!