"Nothing I do seems to work!" James threw himself onto the sofa with a loud sigh before turning to his two amused parents perched into one armchair together, "How did you two get together?"
"Oh", Fleamont flushed slightly, "I'm not sure that would be the best-"
"Please!" James whined, "I'm in love."
Fleamont sighed slightly, and Euphemia laughed behind her teacup.
"We were in our sixth year of school", Fleamont began.
~
"Monty, I will ram your head so far up your arse!" Minerva shouted, stepping off the quidditch pitch, wiping the sweat of her forehead as she chased after Fleamont.
"I'm sorry, alright?" He shrugged, "It was an accident!"
"An accident that cost us the game!" Minerva yelled again.
Rolanda hurried after the two, "Hey, not his fault, we're just better than you lions."
"Oi, piss off, Ro, we would've won if Flea wasn't so stupid."
"Can you not call me that?" The boy flushed slightly.
"Don't be such a baby", Minerva huffed.
"Fighting again, are we?" Poppy folded her arms, discreetly taking Minerva's hand in her own, with a quick glance to make sure no one else was around.
"They always are", Euphemia laughed beside Poppy, the two having just made their way down from the stands.
"Hi, Mia", Fleamont awkwardly waved.
"Monty", Euphemia smiled in acknowledgement before turning away from him to chat to Rolanda, earning an amused laugh from Minerva.
"None of you are injured are you?" Poppy frowned slightly, glancing at the three quidditch players, "Quidditch is such a violent sport, I'll never understand the appeal."
Minerva's lip curled upwards as she glanced slightly down to Poppy, "You saying I don't look good out there?"
Poppy laughed, "Oh, you look good out there, but you also look like you could break a bone any second."
Euphemia grinned, wrapping her arms around her two friends, "You two are so sweet", she sighed, "God, I want a boyfriend."
"You do?" Fleamont's eyes lit up.
Euphemia smiled at him again, "Were you not aware of my romantic endeavours, Mr. Potter?"
"You have romantic endeavours?" Fleamont questioned.
Euphemia snorted, "In my dreams."
"Who do you dream about?" Rolanda asked, ignoring her quidditch team trying to call her over to celebrate in the distance.
Euphemia shrugged, glancing only quickly at Fleamont before turning towards the lake, "I feel like a swim."
"Sudden conversation change", Poppy commented.
Minerva and Euphemia locked eyes on each other, speaking without words.
"Oh no", Poppy sighed.
The two girls grabbed each other's hands and ran straight into the lake.
"Why?" Fleamont groaned.
Rolanda shrugged and ran after them, jumping into the water with them.
"Come on!" Minerva shouted to Fleamont and Poppy.
The two merely walked over waringly.
"This such a stupid and dangerous idea", Poppy tutted, peering down at Minerva, who wore a large grin on her face.
"Hey, Monty", Euphemia called out from the water, waving him over, "Come in!"
Fleamont instantly jumped in, leaving Poppy who had sat down on the edge of the lake, leaning in to have a quiet conversation with Minerva, who had her head rested against Poppy's legs.
The boy swam over to Euphemia.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"What are we doing here?" Fleamont glanced around.
Euphemia smiled innocently, then grabbed Fleamont by the shoulders and pulled them both under the water.
Whilst under, Euphemia quickly kissed him on the lips before the two came back up.
Fleamont's hand shot up to his lips, staring at Euphemia in shock.
"You know, I was planning on doing that at the gryffindor party if we won the game, and then I thought we could go off somewhere alone. Have a quiet talk in the night air, maybe plan our first date."
Fleamont's eyes widened and he quickly swam back to shore without a word.
"What are you doing?" Euphemia shouted after him.
"I'm going to find Coach", He spoke as he squeezed the water out of his quidditch uniform, "Ask for a rematch."
"What we can do that?" Minerva's eyes shot up to him.
"I don't know!" He groaned, eyes flopping by his side, "But I have to try!"
"Fleamont!" Euphemia, laughed, quickly swimming after him, "You don't have to win for that to happen!"
He quickly turned to her as she made her way over, "What?"
"I'd gladly go on a date with you no matter how many matches you lose for us."
"Really?" Minerva frowned, earning a glare from her best friend.
"Really?" Fleamont asked.
Euphemia laughed, holding out her hand for Fleamont to grab.
He quickly stepped forwards and took it.
"Really", she nodded, before pulling him into the water with her.
~
James blinked, "You're telling me I have to lose a quidditch match for Lily to go out with me... I don't know if I can do that."