Dirty Mouth, Dirty Blood [h.g]

thirty one

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Then

Carina loved the feeling of flying.

The wind in her hair, the cold coloring her cheeks and nose. It was like heaven.

Narcissa had been a flyer during her time at Hogwarts, a chaser, and she was all too happy to see her children would be following in her footsteps.

Carina was on a broom much too big for her, but the young girl didn't care. She and Draco were fairly evenly matched, making their one on one scrimmages all the more interesting.

Sometimes, if they were lucky, Narcissa would come out and play too.

Every once and a while, at their mother's prodding, Lucius would join as well, and it would be a battle of the sexes.

The girls always won.

Narcissa contributed it to Lucius having never played Quidditch at Hogwarts, but that was just to save face.

Carina was a force to be reckoned with.

She and Draco skill-wise were equal, but Carina had a way of knowing what was going to happen before it did, and would anticipate all the moves of her opponents. In her limited vocabulary, she called it 'seeing the future'.

Later, she called it 'knowing thine enemy'.

So Narcissa was not at all surprised when Carina made the team in her second year.

Nor was she surprised when Carina asked her during her fourth year if the Malfoys would continue to follow Voldemort.

Carina had put it as bluntly as she could: she would not be joining the Dark Side, not if she had any say in it.

Narcissa had explained that she didn't have a say in it.

Carina had convinced her, that with Narcissa's help, she could.

And after looking at Carina's track record for predicting the winning side, Narcissa almost wished she could join her daughter.

Now

The four unlikely allies sat at a table in front of the locket, throwing spells out at it.

"Oh, fuck it," Carina finally said, grabbing the locket in her hands and trying to pry it open.

The golden little bugger refused to move, and Carina threw it down with a frustrated grunt, losing patience with it quickly.

"Well," Ron finally said, "there goes that. If we can't destroy it, and we can't open it, then what do we do with it?"

"I'll wear it around my neck," Harry finally decided, "for safekeeping. Hermione, Carina, you two try to figure out how to get rid of it. Until then, it can be found in between my collar bones."

Carina giggled slightly, and Harry shot her a look. "Something funny to you, Malfoy?"

"No, not really," Carina admitted, "but just something about the way you phrased that... you sounded like my brother. And then I imagined you with blonde hair, and my sanity left out the back door."

Hermione giggled along with Carina, and the two of them laughing made them laugh harder, confusing the boys to no end. The girls didn't have an explanation.

Sometimes it just felt good to laugh.

The rest of the day, the two laughed at everything that happened, creating a running joke between the two of whom could find the worst things to laugh at.

Harry buried Mad-Eye Moody's eye, something Carina had no idea how he managed to acquire, and Carina laughed, brining up the ferret incident from fourth year. That had sent the females into a fit of laughter, holding onto one another for support.

The main reason Carina did it, however, was that it put Ron on edge. He had somehow gotten the idea into his mind that she was one of the worst human beings to ever cross his path, and the thought of her laughing like a normal person caused him to freak out.

Carina liked seeing the Weasley's face turn as red as his hair. It made her laugh, continuing the vicious cycle.

Ah, how Carina loved fucking with people.

Almost as much as she loved fucking people.

In the spirit of the game, Carina laughed when she said Hermione's name.

Hermione retaliated by laughing instead moaning.

They really were playing with fire.

No wonder they got burned.