27. Favoritism.

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"House cup is like who was the best of the best this year." Mattheo informed Davina, Theo and Aemond. 

"Meaning us!" Aegon agreed. 

"We were winning last I checked." Mattheo agreed. 

"So the whole school bows down and worships us!" Aegon decided. 

"Not exactly." Mattheo countered. "But they decorate the halls with green and we get bragging rights until next year." 

"I like bragging rights." Theo agreed. 

"Harry still owes me a carrot cake, I need to talk to the house elves, which can we get a house elf?" Davina questioned. "I think they would be fun!"

"Can you imagine Alicent's face if there was a house elf running around the castle?" Mattheo laughed out. 

"Father would probably think it a giant rat and drop kick the little fellow." Davina admitted. 

"Attention, attention, might I have your attention!" ALbus called out and they turned their attention to the front. 

"Another year, gone! And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarded and the points stand thus. In fourth place: Gryffindor, with 312 points!" There was a medium applause from the crowd.

"Poor Vaera, last place." Davina remarked glancing back at their table. 

 "In third place: Hufflepuff, with 352 points!" The applause for Hufflepuff is slightly louder than the clapping for Gryffindor. "Second: Ravenclaw, with 426 points!" Applause again, this time with a slight cheer from some students as their points got higher. 

"YOu know what this means?" Aemond remarked. 

"And in first place, with 472 points: Slytherin house!" A loud roar rose from the Slytherin table, as students stood up and clapped for themselves. Hermione scowled with her hand to her cheek. Severus applauded the students of his house. Mattheo spun davina around as they cheered out. Vaera clapped along for her sister. Sure she didnt want to get last place but she was glad one of their houses got first. 

"Yes, well done Slytherin, well done Slytherin. However, recent events must be taken into account and I have a few last minute points to award." Albus added and the cheers subsided. "To Miss Vaera Targaryen and Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect while others were in grave peril: fifty points each!" Hermione looked surprised, while the other Gryffindor students applauded her. Vaera glanced to Davina and she clapped out. 

" Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best played game of chess that Hogwarts has seen these many years: fifty points!"

"To our brave and honorable Slytherins showing courage, intuition and strength in helping their friends, Mattheo Strong and Aemond Targaryen, 20 points each." 

"This is favoritism." Mattheo hissed. "20  points they got 50 and we did just as much as them, more than them if you think about it." 

"Along with her fellow Slytherins honor and strength, TO Davina Targaryen, 20 points for doing the right thing in a harrowing situation." 

"Just 20?" Davina questioned. 

"And third, to Mr. Harry Potter, for pure love and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house: seventy points!"

"That cunt." Davina hissed. 

Severus pursed his lips, honestly this was the stupidest thing ever. Slytherin won, he was rigging the points, if he gave all the students involved the same amount of points they all did something stupid and reckless but it just showed that ALbus only cared for his favorite Gryffindor's. 

"We're tied with Slytherin!"

"By cheating old head masters." Draco snapped back at them. "YOu deserve a 100 points, Davina." 

"Thanks Draco." Davina agreed. 

"And finally: it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. I award ten points to Neville Longbottom!"

"I repeat." Davina hissed. "That cunt!" 

"We don't talk like that here, Dav." Aegon sassed. 

"We do when the headmaster deserves it." Davina sassed right back. 

"Assuming that my calculations are correct, I believe that a change of decoration is in order!" He clapped and motioned his hands towards the Slytherin banners, where they flap heavily, until the banners have changed completely to red and gold with the Gryffindor symbol. "Gryffindor wins the House Cup!"

"Rigged!" the Slytherin table shouted. "RIGGED!"

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Packing up their chambers felt strange, they were going to go home. Westeros. Despite Albus being a cunt, the Targaryens had fun at Hogwarts and couldnt wait until next year. 

"What do you mean we cant practice magic at home?" Davina questioned Severus. 

"You are underage." Severus answered. 

"But how am I supposed to get better if I can't practice?" Davina countered. 

"I dont make the rules, Ms. Davina." 

"Just enforce them." Davina agreed. 

"You were robbed, Albus showed his hand yesterday at the banquet, to me, Slytherin won." Severus remarked giving her shoulder a squeeze. 

"Thanks... why did he do that?" Davina questioned. 

"Because he could."

"HARRY!" Vaera declared running towards him. "I'm going to miss you like crazy!" 

"I'm going to miss you too, I will see you in the fall, right? YOu are coming back from westeros?" 

"Of course," Vaera agreed. "I would say I would write but... Well ravens dont travel well through Floo powder." Vaera admitted with a chuckle. "So I'm going to hug you extra tight to make up for the fact that I can't see you for a few moons." 

"Miss you already Vaera." 

"Dont get into trouble without me this summer." Vaera instructed. 

"No promises." Harry teased. Vaera kissed his cheek before running off. 

"Ready Targaryens?" Severus questioned. "Ms Helaena you can't stay here over the summer."

"WHy not?" Helaena begged. 

"In you get." Severus instructed. When it was Davina and Vaera left they thanked him again. He promised to collect them before term. 

"You can come visit us, anytime you want." Vaera offered. 

"Yeah, you can ride my dragon Fury!" Davina agreed. Severus smiled down at them. 

"Thank you for the offer, have a good summer girls." 

"Bye Professor." 

"Kings landing, westeros, here we come." 

And they were gone.

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