Venom of a Snake
Rivalry adds much to the charms of one's conquests
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit off anything that is the Harry Potter universe created by the amazing J.K Rowling.
Oliver Wood. If only there was one word to sum him up.
Oliver bloody Wood. The conceited, arrogant, prat of a captain the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I could write a never ending essay on why not to like him.
Number one reason: We're rivals, enemies. As Slytherin Quidditch Captain it's only essential to have the opposing Quidditch Captain (and Gryffindor of all Houses) as your arch nemesis.
I know what you're thinking when you hear Slytherin Qudditch team: Stinging cheats, deceiving scammers, flimflamming liars etc. I've heard them all. But it's honestly not like that, well not anymore at least. Last year ago when I was announced as captain I swore to put an end to the players of the team to verify this reputation. I believed that we were better than any other team - with our pure skill and talent - that we didn't need to play dirty. And ever since I've joined the team, not to brag but, that is how we've one The Quidditch Cup four years in a row.
I'm very proud of myself for accomplishing it, Slytherin's aren't all bad, we just have a bad reputation. Our known traits are ambition, cunning and determination, the team just needed to learn how to put that to good use. However, occasionally I will admit that a few of my players have used a few crooked tricks during games. But I sure as hell don't let them go unpunished for their actions. My training punishments are so intense and unbearable not many players dare to put themselves at risk like that. Quidditch was an honorable and highly respected sport of mine that I believed didn't need to be corrupted and soiled with cheating, it didn't deserve it.
I remember back in First Year when I first tried out. I failed and the captain at the time said it because I was a First Year, but I later on discovered it was because I was a girl. The next year I tried out they again refused to put me on the team because of my gender. They mocked and taunted me because they thought I'd go crying and run to Snape about the issue. But they obviously forgot who I was, I was a sodding Slytherin for Merlin sake. I was full of determination to get onto that team and after they lost there first match with Ravenclaw put them at risk of losing the Quidditch Cup. They couldn't deny the fact that I was an unbeatable Chaser, so hesitantly they replaced one of the male Chasers with me (who I must say was an absolute joke and disgrace to the team, everyone knew they only put him on in spite of me), then triumphantly we won that year.
Over the years I had finally proved my status and became captain last year. I was proud at the fact I managed to become a captain in a male dominated team, and earned the respect of my peers. Although Marcus Flint wasn't to happy about the decision, I'm surprised he managed to stay on the team with his grades. He didn't become a Fifth Year with me and had to repeat.
I led the team onto the pitch, holding my Nimbus 1700 tightly under my armpit as I tied up my ebony black hair. Marching proudly in my forest green uniform with my name Audrey Parker written on the back. I looked into the sky and saw flickers of scarlet red swoop past. Gryffindors, I thought in disgust as we reached the middle of the pitch and spotted none other than the captain himself sweeping down to us. As he landed down and got off his broom I marched right up to him. Perseverance in my sharp, emerald eyes.
"My team's scheduled to use the pitch at this time," I declared bitterly. "Or did your insolent, dimwitted mind forget?" I asked dryly. I knew he was doing this on purpose, Madam Hooch gave us the pitch usage timetable to us at the beginning of the year. Knowing him the militant would have bloody memorized it.
"Well I just thought a team that had an actual chance to win the Cup deserved to practice more, rather than a team who's sure to come last this year," He said cockily.
I couldn't help but snort at his arrogant remark, where did this sudden presumptuous nonsense come from? Gryffindor beating Slytherin, what a load of crud.
"Did you fall off your broom or something?" I chortled. "Forget that for the past four years not only has Slytherin won, but Gryffindor has come last," I began. "Every," I said taking a step forward, "Single," I continued taking another step closer to him. "Year," I smirked folding my arms across my chest arrogantly.
His eyes narrowed closely at me, staring intently. Attempting to stab daggers at me but was repelled with my ego barrier. "Things are about to change around here," He said lowering his tone.
"Finally find yourself a decent Seeker this year?" I presumed but at the same time doubted their capability of winning. Even if they did, it still wouldn't be enough for my team, Terence Higgs was a gifted Seeker. Wood's eyes darted away focusing on the ground as he remained quietly. Frantically looking away to avoid my intimidating stare, looking nervous. Finally the gears in my head processed his mute behavior and my grin grew even bigger.
"You haven't even found a Seeker yet have you?" I gasped in delight. Oh this was just rich. Winning this year was going to be a lot easier then I thought. The rest of my fellow Slytherins sniggered from behind.
"We're working on it," He snapped with willpower burning in his chestnut eyes.
I tutted away, nodding my head from side to side and closing my eyes. "How 'bout a Seeker who doesn't fall their broom every match without even catching the Snitch?" I mocked with the rest of my team cackling.
"Don't you worry because this year I'm going to find the best damn Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen," He said trying to put on a cocky facade. This guy was hopeless when he tried to appear intimidating.
"The only dignified Seeker Gryffindor's ever had was Charlie Weasley. But he's long gone now, good luck trying to find someone who'll fill in his shoes," I scoffed. I had high profound respect for Charlie Weasley - even if he was a Gryffindor - for reasons to be told another day. For now I needed to get my team into practice mode.
"As much as Gryffindor desperately needs the pitch to get themselves up to scratch, I have a real team to attend to," I said in a boatful manner. I turned my head to my team and said, "Practice on play 15 for now before we work on drills."
"But Gryffindor's using the pitch," Lucian Bole, one of my Beaters said dumbfounded.
"Since when do you care if about bunch of Gryffindors?" I scoffed cocking an eyebrow up. "Just get them out of the way," I ordered. "And I don't care how," I added. This made them looking from one another smirking in euphoria, it wasn't often I let them do this.
"With pleasure," Peregrine Derrick, my other Beater smiled maliciously.
The boys all mounted their brooms and bolted up into the air. Thank Merlin they don't fly as slow as their brains. They pushed past all the Gryffindor players nearly knocking them off their brooms. Carelessly bumping them out of their way as they flew around the pitch. The Gryffindors let out protests of the need to be so rude and attempted to fly down to the ground, avoiding my team's harm. I usually didn't like resorting to this type of brutal behavior, but nothing was going to get in our way. It was their own fault, our team was scheduled to practice at this time. The blame was to be put on their imbecile captain.
"Is that cruel approach really necessary?" Wood asked making me return my gaze away from my team.
"I have a job to Wood," I explained sternly as I mounted my broom. "Next time don't forget to take a second glance at the Quidditch schedule. Now if I were you, I'd call my team down from the air before one of them gets hurt," I said as I slowly hovered up into the air.
"Is that a threat?" He said in a deep, serious tone scanning my eyes to see if it was true.
"No, just a warning. You should know better than anybody that nothing stands in my way," I smirked.
He battled his gaze away from my tenacious one and hesitantly called out to his team, "Come on! We'll go over a few plays in the locker rooms!" He announced.
The rest of his team sighed in relief flying down past me to the ground, grateful they no longer had to put up with my team's attitude.
"Good luck. You'll need it," I snickered as I rose up further into the air looking back down at him. "The first match is between Gryffindor and Slytherin," I said and winked at him before flying higher up into the air to my team.
"That's enough team! Now get into positions 7 and practice drill 32!" I bellowed.
The boys nodded their heads and swiftly got into positions. They all lined up straight behind one another before darting from side to side overtaking each other, zigzagging around one another. This was to practice their agility and speed while learning how to avoid one another. I couldn't help but to look down at the Gryffindor team to see what their reactions were. I noticed Katie Bell nudge Angelina Johnson to look up and the rest of the team walked towards the locker rooms with their jaws hung open, staring in awe. The edges of my lips perked up in a smirk as I basked in their fearful admiration.
For the remainder of the practice I ran drills with the other two Chasers Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey. Even though Adrian and I were good friends I always made sure he was always alert. He didn't mind that I pushed him a round a bit, he knew it was only for the sake of the team. I often consulted with him about team matters and saw his as kind of the co-captain of them, despite the absence of a badge. He had short brown hair, sturdy build and dark, steel blue eyes and was quite popular with the ladies for his handsome looks.
A lot of girls were jealous at the fact I got to spend so much time with him on and off the pitch. One year few girls tried out for the team in hopes of spending more time with him. I would have let them on if they could actually play, they could barely stay on their brooms let alone catch a Quaffle. Jeez that try out was tragic.
However Flint on the other hand was a different story, he was also on my long list of enemies. Like Wood, Flint and I are also on a last name basis, except he doesn't play fair like the Gryffindor does. Last year we both had gone for captain and when I won he claimed I used my 'female assets' to get the original captain's vote. It was obviously unbelievable rubbish, no one believed him. My close friends knew I would never do that and the rest of the House highly doubted I was the type to 'put out' saying I'd remain a virgin forever. I don't no whether to take that as offensive or as a compliment.
I let my Beaters Lucian Boles and Peregrine Derrick entertain their pea sized brains for a bit to play with their Beater clubs before I went off at them for slacking off. They were both big, heavy, tank boys that looked rather fierce and vicious. Unfortunately they didn't have the mental capacity to know how to use their traits, I didn't know which one of them are dumber.
Miles Bletchley who practiced on a few moves near the goal posts and was a dependable Keeper. But I always had to keep an eye on him since he was usually up to something sneaky. He had a tendency to hex our opponents before a game, putting our team at risk of forfeiting if the teachers ever found out. Though lately I've managed to keep in line advising him if he were to hex Alicia Spinnet ever again that I'd be sure to put him in the Hospital Wing for 'unknown injuries' and replace him with a reserve.
Then their was Terence Higgs who originally tried out for Keeper. But I noticed his attention to detail when he blocked a goal and I asked him to also try out for Seeker. Soon enough his skills were put to good use and I formed a rather wicked team.
After practice was finally over we all made our sweaty, exhausted selves to the locker rooms. I tied my wet hair into a messy bun, fiddling with my robes and strings of hair trying to make myself look half decent. Even though unhappy with the state I looked, I ignored my ghastly reflection in the mirror and headed for lunch time. When I stepped into the hall I spotted my good friend Julianne Boulstridge waving at me, signaling a seat next to at the Slytherin table. I took a seat between her and Adrian Pucey and quickly filled up my golden plate with food.
"Blimey Audrey you don't have to attack your food when it's already dead," Julie said looking down at me in disgust. I looked up from my plate over at her who sat formally with her back straight, holding her knife and fork with her arms not touching the table. Then there was me, who hunched over the plate as if I was warding of predators from my food. My arms resting on the table at the sides of the plate and a half eaten sausage hanging from my mouth.
"She's just still in game mode," Adrian explained, affectionately patting me on the back like I his pet cat.
"But the season hasn't even started," Julie said confused.
"We had practice today and dear Audrey had a little run in with captain chivalry," He replied, nodding his head over to the Gryffindor table across the hall.
"You mean Oliver Wood?" She asked dumbfounded.
The sound of the name made my blood rise causing me to chew the sausage more vigorously and Adrian noticed me sending evil glares to the enemy table. "He's rather cute," She lucidly said.
I felt a piece of sausage get caught in my throat and I dropped my cutlery in shock. Not only trying to breath but trying to comprehend her comment.
Oliver Wood cute? That revolting, deformed git? Hardly!
Adrian tapped my back hardly, while I hysterically tried to cough out my food. Finally once my throat was cleared I took in a deep gasp of air to regain my breathing patterns.
"Are you alright?" Julie asked in a clueless daze over my outrage of blasphemy she said.
"But he's a Gryffindor!" I exclaimed, ignoring her question of concern. Feeling shocked and immensely disturbed of her thought of Wood being cute. Ew, it sounded so wrong in my head. That guy was the least bit cute, far from it. Complete opposite, that I bet if I were to look up the word 'cute' in the dictionary I'd find 'Oliver Wood' as it's antonym.
"So? That doesn't deny the fact that he's hot," She said.
I inhaled another jolted gasp of horror.
"Stop before she faints," Adrian said rolling his eyes at my breakdown.
Cute? Hot? Where was she getting these words to describe Wood. I doubt we're talking about the same captain. She probably got him mixed up with Ravenclaw Quidditch captain Roger Davies - who you definitely could describe as being exactly that.
"Like she hasn't thought of a Gryffindor being hot before," She retorted and looked back at me. "What about that crush you had on Charlie Weasley in First Year?" She asked trying to justify her claims.
"You had a crush on a Weasley?" Adrian scoffed, mocking me with laughter. "I didn't know freckles and red hair was your type. You were probably frothing over the Weasley twins this morning," He taunted.
"I do not froth over anyone," I snapped shooting him daggers. "And I only liked Charlie because I admired his Quidditch skills," I explained.
"You did a lot more than that. I remember how you'd stalk him to all his lessons," She said.
"So that's why you were always late for Potions. You told Snape you got lost," He remembered. "I don't understand how that's even plausible to work halfway through the year and since our Common Room is down in the dungeons. But every time he'd let you off the hook."
"Well I am a Slytherin," I said and he nodded his head fathomably.
"It doesn't matter what House they're in, they can still be hot," She said returning back to our original topic.
"Angelina Johnson's not that bad for a Gryffindor. She's fiery but that's how I like 'em," He purred. Julie looked at him with loathe at his sleazy tone.
"But it's..." I began finding it hard to say his name, "Wood," I finished with a cold shiver running down my spine.
Julie rolled her eyes at my level of immaturity while Adrian nodded his head in agreement. Even though he didn't mind checking out girls from different Houses, boys were different - like any other straight guy would think. For us Gryffindor were at the bottom of the barrel but Wood was just an all new low.
"Merlin, I say one little thing and Audrey's world comes crumbling down," She sighed.
"You called my worst enemy cute," I pointed out still appalled on her thoughts of Wood's physical features.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but your enemy list is flippin' long. Going from Wood to that bloody First Year Hufflepuff from the Hogwarts Express," She retorted.
"But he's at the top!" I exclaimed. "Besides that First Year took the last Chocolate Frog from the sweet trolley!" I protested. We all turned our attention pass the Ravenclaw table to the Hufflepuffs. A small, timid, freckled girl who sat innocently among her peers. She could sense someone staring at her and looked around curiously. Her gaze fell on the three of us and her harmless glare turned devious and threatening. She turned into a fiendish gremlin.
"Ghastly lil' thing 'int she," Adrian grimaced. "Surprised she didn't get sorted into Slytherin."
"Was is really necessary to hex her?" Julie asked, sympathizing at the suspiciously evil Hufflepuff.
"She saw me reaching for that frog," I retaliated.
"Ugh," She sighed rolling her eyes.
"I never want you crying out such profanities about Wood again," I ordered watching her reactions carefully.
"Alright. Alright," She said dismissing me away with her hand.
Somewhat satisfied with her response I went back to enjoying my meal. I needed all the meat I could get to keep up my burly build, well create one more like it. But before fully savor my meal I spotted Rochelle Pritchard sauntering up the hall. Flicking her glimmering, long, blonde hair with her manicured hand, away from her glossy lips. She was one Slytherin's prettiest girls, also the most stuck up. Another person on my extensive list of enemies, Julie wasn't too fond of her either. She had a thing for Adrian and was one of the many girl who tried out for the Quidditch team for him.
She was furious at the fact I didn't let her on at try outs so she pretended to fake an injury and asked Adrian to take her to the Hospital Wing. I needed him to help me out with the rest of the try outs so I sent stocky Lucian Bole to help her, which she wasn't to pleased about. She abruptly rejected him and stormed away and we haven't been the best of friends since (even though we never were).
"Oh great Priss-chard's on her way," Julie informed bitterly and nudged my side with her elbow to do something.
Quickly thinking I lifted up legs and rested them on the bench opposite us in hope she'd get the message: we don't want you to sit there.
"Hi Adrian," She giggled seductively ignoring Julie's and my presence.
"Hey Rochelle," He winked back at her. Adrian wasn't the type to dismiss a girl, especially if he thought they were hot and were of... 'good use' as he blatantly put it.
"Hi Prat-chard-, oh I mean Pritchard," I smiled innocently, purposely pretending to forget her name.
She turned her mechanic self to us and dropped her fake, exuberant expression into loath. "Parker. Boulstridge," She spat in contempt finally acknowledging our existence. "So I was wondering," She began attempting to sit down but realized my feet were in the way.
"Ow!" I cried withdrawing my legs as she slyly pinched them.
I saw her send me a quick dirty glance before she fluttered her aqua eyes back on Adrian as I sulked in annoyance.
"If you wanted to copy my notes for Tranfiguration meet me tonight after dinner in the library..." She smiled. "Just you and me," She flashed her sparkling white teeth.
Julie jolted in her seat pretending to gag and I let out a snicker. "I'd love to but-," Adrian began.
"But we have a team meeting," I intervened wearing malice grin.
"Well I'm sure Adrian wouldn't mind meeting me afterwards," She said through her gritting teeth.
"I dunno, I'll be pretty tired," He contemplated. "Do you reckon I could just burrow them and give 'em back to you tomorrow?" He asked, oblivious to the obvious fact that she was trying to pick him up.
"Sure," She churlishly grumbled.
She gave Julie and I one last threatening glance before storming off frustrated with defeat.
"I can't understand why you don't like her," Adrian said in dimwitted disbelief.
Julie and I both looked at him with our jaws open giving him a 'are you serious' look. "She's a vulgar tart," Julie scoffed.
"I'll give you that. But she's got a nice set of legs to make up for it," He smirked distortedly, checking her out as she walked.
Julie raised her hand, outstretching her arm behind me to give him a slap in the back of the head for his pervertedness. I on the other hand dismissed the sleaziness, I was on a Quidditch team with a bunch of hormonal, teenage boys so this attitude wasn't anything new to me.
"Quiet!" I ordered.
The team fell quiet from talking to murmurs down to a noiseless room. They knew how serious I was whenever we talked about Quidditch. We were occupying the empty Potion's classroom down in the dungeons that Snape allowed us to use for our team meeting. I stood in front of the class opposite the boys who sat in chairs or on the tables, some lazily leaned against the desks.
"This year isn't going to be as hard like usual," I began, the boys slumped down in their spots at ease at this. "But it's not going to be easy either!" I snapped and they jerked back up. "We're going to train just as intensely. Even though we've got Gryffindor as our first match of the season we still have Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw to worry about," I said and the boys continued to listen focus.
"We're capable of winning against Hufflepuff but this year they have a new Seeker. So Terence I want you to stay alert during games and I've created a few new plays to test out," I said and he nodded his head in solemn understanding.
"Then we're left with Ravenclaw. These guys are logical thinkers which makes them strategical, however they can be quite predictable. Before our match with them I'll be upping practices to five times a week," I announced and they all let out of groan of annoyance. "We can't afford to lose the Cup this year, we've already won four years and I want to make it five," I explained. "Plus I made a bet with Roger Davies," I mumbled. They all gave me peculiar looks but I ignored them.
"Moving on," I said clasping my hands firmly together, before they could ask about the bet. "This is a reoccurring issue I've brought up a million times," I said in a low and dark tone. They could already tell what I was about to say. "No more playing dirty. We're Slytherin's which means we're better than that. We weren't sorted into this House for nothing, it was for our cunning abilities and determination. I'm sure Salazar himself would be greatly disappointed and ashamed for our lack of taking advantage of what we have," I said.
A few of the lowered their heads in shame, others like Flint rolled their eyes which caused me to dart my eyes fiercely at him. I began to list all the common fouls the team has committed in the past, "That means I want no Blagging, no Blatching, no Blurting, no Bumphing - and I'm talking to you Peregrine," I snapped narrowing my eyes seriously at him.
Bumphing was when Beaters aimed Bludgers in the direction of the crowd, which he of course did a number of times to the Gryffindor stand. He just snickered along with Lucian who gave him a high five. I nodded my head from side to side in disgrace, those two idiots must of been separated at birth.
"No Cobbing, no Flacking, no Haversacking, no Snitchnip and no Stooging," I said in one breath, lightly gasping for air afterward.
"What about Quaffle-pocking?" Miles Bletchley asked reminding me.
"Especially no Quaffle-pocking," I said eyeing Flint who had a habit of doing this often.
Quaffle-pocking is when you tamper with the Quaffle in anyway (most likely magical). One game against Ravenclaw Flint hexed the Quaffle to instantly attract Bludgers to it, which unfortunately for Roger Davies had hold off. The Bludgers had beaten him and hit the ground and passed out. I managed to get the Quaffle and cluelessly I passed it to Flint. Promptly enough his plan backfired and he was in the Hospital Wing for nearly a month. As much as I don't like him I still worried about the safety of my team for their capability to play. But even that incident didn't teach him a lesson.
"It's not like we ever get caught," I heard Lucian mutter under his breath to Peregrine.
"I'm fed up with being called to Madam Hooch's office between classes about some of your behavior. We're lucky enough to be able to play this year if it weren't for Snape. Not only is my ass on the line, but so are your positions on the team," I threatened narrowing my eyes sharply at them.
"What kind of captain are you if you can't even control your own team?" Flint piped.
Everyone's head snapped around to him sending him warning glances. They knew how fearsome I could get if anyone dared to challenge me about my capaintanycy. My fists clenched tightly into balls, my blood curdled with anger. I could feel the heat of rage burning my face. He always had this type of attitude and I was sick of it. I marched up to him inclining my head up to his ugly, bucktoothed mug.
"Do you have something to say?" I hissed with deadly venom in my tone.
"Did I stutter?" He asked dryly, trying to push my buttons even further.
"I've led this team to win the Cup two years in a row, so I'll be damned if I have a mingin' scumbag like you question that. I could do a lot more without you on the team," I spat viciously.
"Is that a threat?" He questioned stepping closer to me, his eyes deadly and serious.
"Did I stutter?" I mocked, pretending to act flabbergasted.
"This team wouldn't stand a chance with me and you bloody know it," He growled.
It was true, even though I would be able to find a Chaser in time for our first match of the season. But I have to admit, Flint was one hell of a Chaser.
Still I wasn't going to back down, even if that put me at risk of losing one of my best Chasers. "You can either abandon your team and leave right now, or shut your gob and listen," I challenged.
I patiently waited for his reaction. I could tell apart of him wanted to leave in spite of me, but apart of him wanted to stay. He had many friends on the team like Lucian, Peregrine and Miles and I knew he wouldn't want to disappoint them. Besides Quidditch was all he really had since his grades weren't up to standard that even made him repeat this year.
"I'm only staying for the team," He grumbled which relatively calmed me down by a notch. "But I refuse to listen to a lame excuse of a captain like you," He jeered.
I couldn't take it anymore, uncontrollably my balled fist raised up. Out of nowhere I felt someone hold me back from behind. Slinking their arms underneath my armpits, locking their arms up to prevent me from any movement. I saw Flint shut his eyes, cowering in fear.
"Okay guys, meeting adjourned," I heard Adrian announce from behind realizing he was captivator.
Flint opened his eyes and smirked in delight at my contained vexed position. The boys got up and headed out the door, Flint following behind. But before he walked out he turned and sent me one final triumphant smug smile causing a surge of anger to rush through me. I squirmed around frantically trying to escape to finish what I had started but failed. He let one last snicker and disappeared.
When he finally out of sight Adrian's grip loosened and I snapped out of his arms. "What you do that for?" I scowled still full of searing rage.
"You need to calm down," He said contently.
Even though his light tone did relax me a bit I was still tense. "Did you see the way Flint spoke to me?" I out bursted in shock and anger.
"Vividly," He replied simply and took hold of my shoulders.
His firm hands released half of my temper and looking into his soft blue eyes released the other half. I sighed breathing in air to compose myself.
"Punching Flint isn't going to fix anything," He explained solemnly.
"Except his bucktoothed mug," I replied.
He let out another sigh and said, "You don't see many captains physically assaulting their team do you?" He questioned as I stood silently feeling slightly ashamed at my actions. "I'm sure Snape wouldn't be to happy about it either," He added.
"Come on let's get you back to the Common Room," He said impudently and swung an arm playfully around my neck, leading us to the door.
"I should just throw him off the team already," I grumbled, still moping on about before as we walked through the empty, dim corridors of the dungeons.
He sighed finding my immaturity bothersome. "And risk losing the Cup this year? That doesn't sound very Audrey," He said scuffing up my hair with his other hand affectionately.
"Their are a bunch of Slytherins who are more than willing to take his spot," I said.
"But not as good as Flint," He said and I shot him a deadly glance. "Come on you have to admit. Despite his cheating ways he has managed to score goals without doing so," He validated.
"True. But I could do without the attitude," I grouched accepting the fact to my dismay.
"Just focus on winning the Cup and whooping Gryffindor's butt," He smiled sincerely, shaking my shoulders with his hands from behind.
This did cause my spirits to lift a bit more thinking of Gryffindor coming last again this year. The sides of mouth perked up into a determined grin.
"Now there's the Audrey I know and love," He cheered pulling me closer to his broad chest and kissing the top of my head.
Author's Note: If there is anyone who is willing to Beta this story or help co-write it, PLEASE do not hesitate to let me know. Or even it's just feed back - good or bad, it would be very much appreciated. Thank you for reading the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it !
