"Damned Gryiffin-dorks." Pansy scoffed from her and the Slytherin quttitch players' hide out on the premises of the school. They watched idly from the shade of the trees just out of view as the Gryffindors practiced for their meet against Hufflepuff that was scheduled for the following afternoon.

Draco laughed at her retort. She gently played with his hair and rubbed his shoulders as he lounged lazily on a log. Marcus Flint took it upon himself to join in the laughs and make comments on his own as he arose from his spot on the grass to get a better look.

"Montague, you are being awfully quiet today. Feeling ill?" Flint through back at his top friend, noticing that Montague had not so much uttered a word since the practice began and it was now all but over. Montague just shrugged in a lax way, still kicked back on his robes which were spread across the meadow floor.

"Just cause I am not choosing to run my mouth, doesn't mean I'm dying, Flint. Maybe I am actually spying on the opposition like we are supposed to be."

Flint just gaffed in response and shook his head, "I was jus askin', sheesh, a mate can't check on one of his own anymore without as much as getting' his head chomped off." Jokingly he plopped right back down beside him. " Geez, you'd think YOU were the Cap'n or somethin'. "

A sly smirk, spread across his lips, " Not yet….for some reason your still here."

Just then a wild shriek filled the air; Oliver Wood had gone for a wild catch that was obviously headed for Angelina and slammed into the back side of her broom crushing her foot with the bloody quaffle.

"Oy! Angelina! You al'right?" Fred yelped speeding from the other side of the field down to where she was landing, "Wood, you prick. You could have had her off and headin' toward Pomfrey with a dickhead move like that, who do you think you are you slimey --"

"HEY! It was an accident Weasley, Don't think you can talk to me like that—"

"Don't take out one of my best mates, tryin' to hog the field and it won't be a problem, shall it pretty boy? Angie can handle herself, stop trying to pick up slack she ain't leavin'." Fred snapped back , getting so close to Wood that his chest was against his as he pushed him a bit with it.

"Fred, he's not even worth it." George said, spinning his twin around by the shoulder and guiding him to Angelina, where most the rest of the team had gathered around. Harry was on his hands and knees with Katie and Alicia as Ron and Hermione made their ways out of the stand to check out the commotion on the field.

"You should really let, Madame Pomfrey take a look at that." Hermione bounced in the conversation and diagnosed before even looking at the injury.

"NO!" Angelina shot loudly, "I am fine. Fred, I am fine it's okay, Wood meant nothing by it I am sure. Let's just call it day. I cannot take any more, plus I am starving and ready to leave. From the sounds of 'Arry's stomach he is too."

Harry shyly looked away from her as she tousled his hair, he smiled,

" I'm with Angelina, no blood-no foul, just drop it you two and lets go grab a bite before its time to go."

Fred gallantly pushed his way to the front and all but picked Angelina up from the ground in one left while ordering Ron to grab her broom, she fought him a bit embarrassed by the scene and surely not going to let him carry into the school like that.

"Let me do it myself," she said weaving her arm through his and leaning on him for support after he gently put her down.

Roars of laughter from the outskirts of the wooded area leading to the school began to echo as the Gryiffindors passed, Draco bounced out followed by Pansy,

"Taking out your own team, are you now? Oh, don't take all the fun, leave us some bits to pick up." The two ran by the team trading insults as they made their way into the school.

Flint and Montague laughed as they slowly began to follow. Montague picking up his robes and dusting them off as he draped it across his arm before heading toward the school, Flint just shook his head at him.

"What?" Montague asked unbuttoning the cuffs to his long-sleeved, white button down and re-tucking in the shirt into his dark grey slacks, "I'm listening? What's with you?"

"Oh nothin', just the fact that my best mate is 16 going 30. Seriously, what's with you? You didn't even have a good laugh when Wood plowed over Angel--" with that, realization passed over Flint's face with a smile as wide as the Cheshire cat's, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Knowing exactly what was going through Flint's mind, Montague decided to play it coy as he pulled the hair band from around his wrist and put his thick black mane into a ponytail,

" What in blazes are you all smiles about?"

"You still fancy a shag with her, don't you?" Flint said nudging him in the ribs, "huh? I'm right aren't I?"

Montague scoffed at this notion as they continued to walk, "Gone mad have you?"

"Lying to me will do you less than no good at all, I am after all the only one here worthy of your trust and you mine. I told you how I feel about that Spinnet, I tell you right here and now that I would have her 6 ways from Sunday if I could get away with it. I would."

Montague right out laughed at this, which was a far cry from his usual mild-manner demeanor which concreted Flint's accusations.

" I knew it, I knew it." He began has he opened the door for both of them. "I mean I knew it wasn't just the Firewhiskey and Butterbeers talking, I admitted my crushings to you—it was only fair that you do the same for me, yeah?"

Montague was pretending to ignore his friend at this point hoping he would squelch the conversations as they headed toward their dorms to return their robes and gather galleons to carry with them.

"I mean," Flint conitued quietly, " We are 'eaded off to Hogsmeade today, I tell you what, let me in on whatever is goin' on in that noggin of yours and the first round is on me."

Montague shrugged this off, feeling it was a very immature conversation to have, especially since he let his feelings for this particular Gryiffindor be more than well known to Flint by now and didn't particularly feel like discussing it or his other conquests over drinks at a dive.

"Okay, play hardball then. " Flint said, refusing to give up. " First three rounds, my treat. That's the most that you'll be getting' from me you piney git—I planned on using that money to go to Honeyduke's."

Montauge pretended to weigh his options, he'd much rather spend his hours with Flint than with Crabbe, Goyle, Warrington, and Malfoy with Pansy chasing him around.

"Deal, meet you there after I head to Gladrags and pick something for the House Dance." Montague agreed.