AUTHORS NOTE:

Yeah...what can I say? It's been awhile haha. Things get rough and stories fall to the side yada yada, you all know the drill. So no explanations lol but hey, better sometime then never, eh? I swear I'm not giving up on this story! I WILL FINISH THIS DAMN THING ONE DAY IF IT KILLS ME! That being said, let us march forward and..and...oh just read it already.

WARNING: Adult situations and adult language.

Chapter Ten

Gwen arrived at the Quidditch pitch early evening, hoping that she would find Marcus there. It probably wasn't the brightest idea to speak with him alone, especially in light of past events, but she never was the shy, timid type. Besides, she enjoyed taking this particular bull by the horns.

(What do you mean, you hope he's there? That man does nothing but eat and breathe this pitch 24/7. Mmm…he can eat my pitch any day of the week. Ha ha, oh gods Gwen, get a hold of yourself.)

She chuckled to herself, licking the sticky juice from her lollipop off her lips. Her Flint radar beeped, and her attention was drawn to the lone figure bent over, currently packing away the quaffle in its box.

(Wow, he's just as gorgeous from the back as he is in the front.)

She ogled him appreciatively as she sauntered silently up to him, her combat boots making no noise on the grass. Marcus moved upright and rolled his broad shoulders, sighing deeply as he attempted to relax his tired muscles. Still taking no notice of Gwen, he reached down to take hold of his sweat-soaked shirt, tugging it up and over his head. Gwen's vision began immediately spotting as all air left her lungs in a hurry. The strong, taut, muscles of his back and shoulders shifted effortlessly underneath the bronze tan of his skin.

"Hoo..yeah." Gwen moaned aloud by complete accident, unable to stop her reaction of the god standing before her. Marcus spun around at the unexpected sound, his expression caught between anger, surprise, and more anger. Gwen's senses went into overdrive as she shamelessly raked over the rest of his deliciously naked torso, her hazel eyes following a bead of sweat traveling lazily down his neck, his defined chest, stopping to playfully skip down the ridges of his abs, to finally disappear into his pants.

(Oh my dear lord, Mary, and Joseph! I'm not religious, but damn if I wouldn't pray at that altar. Naked.)

Dark coal eyes wandered over her, taking in the sight of her bare thighs covered by a short, red plaid skirt, and a tight black tank top which made her breasts rise precariously over the low neck. The wind caused a stray chocolate curl to dance across them to further entice his gaze.

(You got some fucking nerve coming here dressed like that. Every chance this tart gets, she flaunts her shit in front of me like the fucking trains' snack trolley. The tease likes to play games until she's losing...)

"Something I can help you with?" he asked in an uncharacteristically calm voice, using his shirt to wipe the dampness from his forehead.

"Actually, yes. I wanted to ask you something." She said, rocking back and forth on her heels, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. Marcus slung his shirt around his neck and stooped to pick up the Quidditch box.

"It was a rhetorical fucking question Lewis, now turn your candy ass around and skip off before you do something stupid." He replied tersely, turning away from her, about to make an escape from temptation when she, of course, pushed carelessly onward.

"Like ask you if I can skive off practice next week stupid?" she asked, eyebrows raised, her voice lilting as she unabashedly pretended innocence in her question. His shoulders started shaking slightly and for a moment she thought wildly that he was crying, but what came next obliterated that theory to bits. He dropped the box with a thud, slowly turning back around, almost maniacal laughter belting out from his lips.

"Ha ha ha that's fucking hilarious Gwen! I hope to gods that was a joke because there is no way in hell I'm going to allow it. Sorry Princess, you don't run this shit, I do."

Gwen serenely sucked on her lolly as she let Flint get it all out. She had already figured that he wouldn't be receptive to the idea, and to be honest she was only really asking out of courtesy. He wasn't going to like it but sooner or later he had to learn that Gwen does what Gwen wants.

"Oh don't be such a piss pot Marcus. It's one practice, can't you un-clench your asshole for one day? You need to relax…well good chat, I'll see you when I see you." She stated breezily, saluting him saucily with her sucker as she twirled around to head back.

"No, you won't. If you don't show up, you're off my team, Lewis." He said matter-of-factly, refusing to take her idiocracy any longer today.

"What? That's not fair, Flint! Gods what are you? The fun Nazi? Don't you ever do anything besides being a mean, bellowing, angry cunt all the time?" before she even finished her yelling, he had stomped purposefully over to her, his tall looming frame dwarfing hers as he leaned into her disgruntled face.

"Fair?" he nearly roared, "Alright kitten, I like this game. Let's talk about being fair." Before continuing he paused to rip her lolly out of her hand, flinging it to the ground.

"The only thing you should be sucking is me. Now where were we? Oh yeah! Remember that night you played me Gwennie? I do. In vivid detail. Or that lovely whore stunt you pulled at practice? Oh, that was a good one. You were lucky someone saved your ass that time. How am I doing sweetheart? Having fun yet?"

"Fuck you Marcus. It's not my fault you can't handle a little well deserved teasing for once in your life. If I put one toe out of line, you throw a tantrum! Get over yourself!" she hissed, planting both hands on the hard smooth wall of his chest to push him away. Her breath caught and she swallowed hard as she felt the warm, unforgiving flesh beneath her palms. Unable to help herself she slid her hands slowly over him, making him release a rumbling growl from his constricted throat.

"Kitten, you have two seconds to remove them before you end up on your back right here…right now. Take a good look around you Gwen, no one's around to stop me this time." He warned gruffly, allowing Gwen an out if she wanted it, though he wasn't sure if he was able to honor it if he had to let her go.

(Damn her. She ties me up in knots as easily as she plays Quidditch. Bloody aggravating, shameless, teasing…)

Gwen interrupted his mental cursing by standing on tip toe to deliver a passionate kiss on his lips. Marcus stiffened under her touch, thrown off by her instigation of contact. For the first time, he wasn't the one making the first move, and somehow, he didn't know how to react to that.

(Kiss me you idiot. What are you waiting for?) Gwen thought as she circled his neck with her arms, laving his lower lip with her tongue. He groaned; his warm breath caressing her face. Marcus began to respond in earnest, sliding his hands around her waist to the small of her back, bringing her closer against his hot, aching body. She moaned sweetly as they melted tightly against each other.

(It looks like you're finally going to get what you want old boy. Something that should have happened a long time ago. You're gonna stake your claim on her once and for all and it's about bloody time too…unless…this is just the same old shit as before.)

Running his hands up her arms, he snatched them up and flung them away, effectively breaking off the kiss. She looked at him in shocked bewilderment unable to comprehend that Marcus Flint was the one to pull away.

"I'm not fucking doing this right now. Again. We both know how this is going to end. I'd be a right thick twat if I let you do it for the third time. You're done leading me by the fucking cock, Princess."

"Oh come on, are you really going to let those two measly times ruin the moment? I wouldn't have bloody kissed you if I didn't mean it his time." She argued, biting down on her lower lip, chocolate mint eyes pleading for him to come back. He shook his head and laughed without a shred of mirth.

"Your acting is getting better kitten. Unfortunately for you, I don't give a boggart's ass right now. It's been a long fucking day for me, so bugger off." He growled, glaring at her pretty little display of hurt forming between her brows.

"I know you don't believe me. I suppose it's my fault for the way I've acted, but I didn't come here today just to get out of practice. Not alone anyway. I was hoping to convince you to…well…spend the weekend with me. I want to be yours fully Marcus. I have since the moment you opened your big stupid mouth. I just wasn't ready for you to have my…have me until now." Gwen poured her heart out, willing him to accept her words for exactly what they were. The truth. She wasn't running away this time, and the gods as her witness, she was not letting Marcus walk away from this. If she had to fight dirty, then that was what the fuck she was going to do. As she watched him battle to make the decision whether this was real or not, she brought her fingers to the bottom of her tank, inching it slowly up to drag it over her head. She tossed it aside before placing her hands on her hips, waiting for his answer. His control slipped and giving in, he stalked closer to her, running a fingertip over the swells of her breasts.

"No games kitten?" he uttered hoarsely, desire clawing its way up his spine as she smiled softly and nodded.

"No games."

The spying figure slowly backed away from the scene, silently retreating from her hiding spot behind the Slytherin stadium tower. She had gotten exactly what she needed, quickly making her way back to the castle to relay the news.

(Well, whose on top now Raven? You're about to learn just what it means to trifle with Pansy. Fucking. Parkinson.)

"Okay honestly, look at this and tell me if it's too short." Seamus begged of Raven, the two of them huddled together just outside the castle.

"Hmm, are you sure that's as far as you can stretch it?" asked Raven, leaning her head down to take a closer look at the problem. Seamus sighed, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck tiredly.

"I've worked on it for hours and this is as long as I can get it." He moaned in a terrified manner.

"Look Seamus, I'm not an expert on this but I'm sure she'll be pleased with whatever you show her. I think it looks nice. Much better than others I've seen today." She reassured him with a bright smile, hoping this would cheer him up enough to stop doubting himself. Finnegan's eyes sparkled at her praise, a lopsided grin replacing his frown.

"Wow, you think so? Thanks Raven!" she grinned back and nudged his shoulder with hers.

"See, don't sweat the small stuff. Possibly being average is better than having nothing at all." She chirped. They laughed together while Seamus mimed wiping sweat from his brow.

"Raven?" greeted Blaise from behind them, an odd tone of upset riding in his tone. Startled, Raven glanced up in surprise at his sudden arrival.

"Hey you, what's wrong?"

Blaise flashed a cold glare at Seamus before holding out his hand to help her up.

"I need to talk to you about something. In private." He said, putting emphasis on the last bit for Finnegan's benefit. The Gryffindor took the hint, scrambling to get up.

"Thanks again for your help. Well, I should go and give this essay to McGonagall before I forget." He said in a hurried rush, running off to take care of business. Raven silently watched him go before turning back to Blaise curiously.

"What's on your mind?"

Blaise hesitated, one hand rubbing his chin as if wondering how to begin. He sighed heavily, dropping his hand back to his side.

"It's about…your friend Gwen." He said finally.

"Gwen? What's happened? Is she okay?" Raven demanded in immediate concern, her brows furrowing as she imagined all sorts of horrible things one after the other.

(Oh god is she in trouble right now? What if she fell in the lake and the giant squid is strangling her right this minute or trapped underneath the Whomping Willow or Professor Binns has her and won't let her go? Or-)

The wild train of her thoughts derailed at Blaise's slow, uneasy, laughter.

"She's fine, if you consider her and Marcus being intimate together as being okay." Raven stiffened, shock at his words outlining her face, her mouth dropping open. Then she began laughing much to Blaise's surprise, shaking her head at his obvious jest.

"Nice try pranking me, but you'll have to try harder next time. Gwen would never do something like that. She knows how much I fucking hate him. Besides she doesn't keep secrets behind my back. I love her but she's always been prone to spilling the beans."

Blaise clenched his teeth briefly; annoyed that she would so easily disbelieve him.

"I see, and where is your friend now Raven?" he probed, his question pointed.

"Well, she told me she was going to be at Quidditch practice today, why?"

"Sweetheart…there is no practice." He said simply. Raven looked at him in confusion, thinking that he must be mistaken.

"Then where?"

"She's there. With Marcus, and I don't think they're playing Quidditch."

Raven's mouth opened and closed a couple times, words refusing to come out. Then, squaring her shoulders, she turned in the direction of the pitch.

"Well, I'm going to see for myself what's going on around here." She stated firmly, already on her march. Blaise followed behind her, not even bothering to conceal his look of satisfaction.

"Mmm gods Marcus…that feels so fucking good. Oh yes, right there." Gwen moaned loudly, fingers clawing through the grass beneath her.

Marcus's low sensual laugh rumbled from his throat, as he gripped her tighter to keep her still, continuing his ministrations on her soft quivering flesh. He teasingly nibbled and sucked, slowly dragging his sinful tongue over her. Gwen almost growled in frustration as he ignored her attempts to make him move faster. Hot desire laced his thoughts as he rapidly flicked his tongue several times, causing Gwen's toes to curl deliciously. Her hands tightened into fists as her back arched. Marcus paused in his assault to stare fiercely into Gwen's feverish hazel eyes.

"Tell me who you fucking belong to kitten." He demanded harshly, one of his hands stroking roughly over her heated skin.

"You Marcus! Oh gods, I'm all yours captain, no one else's. I want only you!" she gasped out desperately, teeth digging into her plump lower lip as she gazed dewy eyed into his intense ones.

"Good." He purred slowly, pleased by her enthusiastic outburst. He lowered his head again to pick back up where he left off; Gwen almost sighing in relief as he resumed control over her pleasure.

"Are you fucking serious?!" a screeching the likes of which has never been heard before streaked through the air like a horde of attacking barn owls. Marcus's head shot up abruptly from between Gwen's thighs, furious astonishment flooding through him, that yet again, fate had decided to kick him in the balls.

"Oh my god…Raven!" Gwen burst out, dread and horror mixing together at being caught in a very compromising situation. She scooted quickly away from Marcus, shoving down her skirt as she frantically pawed around for her tank, yanking it jerkily over her head.

"I can't fucking believe you Gwen! What the hell are you doing?" Raven shouted, anger absolutely livid on her face as she watched Gwen and Marcus stand up to face her wrath.

"Raven, I'm so sorry! I…I don't know what I was thinking! I…" Gwen stammered, her brain fighting futilely to come up with some sort of explanation.

"You don't know what you were thinking?!" Marcus barked out, rounding on her, a snarl on his lips. Blaise stood perfectly poised behind Raven, enjoying every moment of the drama unfolding in front of him. Things couldn't be going any better if he wished it.

"That's not what I meant! I mean it is but-"

"Save it Gwen. I can't believe all this time you lied to me. Keeping secrets behind my back when I defended you today, and for what?" Raven demanded, blood pounding in her ears, barely able to look at her best friend at this point.

"Oh this is too bloody rich. What Gwen, too scared to tell your little friends who you've been fucking?" Marcus drawled scornfully, beyond pissed, about ready to rip his hair out.

"Shut up!" both girls tossed out in unison.

"You actually gave that mud-blood hating cunt your virginity? How could you be that stupid? I mean really…Marcus? Were you really that desperate?" Raven spat uncontrollably, numbing herself so she couldn't be affected by the tears slowly streaking down Gwen's cheeks at her cruel words. Marcus powered down at this turn of events, his mind trying to process what the hell he just heard.

"Raven…please! I was going to tell you. I didn't know how…" Gwen whispered brokenly, heart crashing to her feet at the possibility that she had just lost the person she cared about most.

(Hahaha, well, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it did. Who would have thought that little tart Lewis was a virgin? Wonders never cease do they?) Blaise thought gleefully, reveling in his good fortune.

"Well…I guess you don't have to worry about that anymore do you." Drawled Raven, coolly. Gwen swallowed a lump of misery down her throat, her wet hazel eyes searching Raven's face for any sign of forgiveness, but finding none.

"I don't want us to fight about this…I love you too much. Can we go somewhere and talk?" pleaded Gwen, stepping forward with her hand outstretched in supplication, but stopped when Raven waved her away.

"I don't have anything to say to you. In fact, I don't even want to see you, so it'd be in your best interest to stay away. At least you have him now. You two fucking deserve each other."

She turned her back and strode away swiftly, eyes pricking dangerously with sadness as she heard Gwen begin to sob. Her friend watched her go, feeling completely torn apart. She wrenched her gaze to Blaise and bared her teeth viciously at him.

"This is all. Your. Doing!" she hissed out, hating the smug bastard with every fiber of her being. His lips curved into a condescending smile, one eyebrow rising.

"I didn't do anything." He purred, turning to follow Raven back to the castle. Gwen shook with impotent rage, pain lodged in her chest as she fled crying from the pitch, not knowing where to go, not even caring. Gwen Lewis…was alone.

Raven tore through the castle, on a mission to get to her common room before everyone watched her fall to her knees in a complete mess. Everything hurt; her mind, her body.

(Well Draco, what now huh? It wasn't Blaise I had to look out for, but my own best friend! Guess you warned me about the wrong person didn't you? Why couldn't she trust in me enough to tell me? Yeah I would have still been mad but I wouldn't have…

Admit it Raven, you crucified her.)

She faltered in her step and squeezed her eyes shut tightly.

(I've never said such horrible things to her in my life…and I just left her there…alone.)

"I need to go back." Raven muttered aloud, already turning around.

"I don't think you should." Stated Blaise firmly, finally having caught up with her. She gasped out a cry and flung herself into his arms.

"Oh god Blaise, I don't know what to do! I don't want it to be like this…" she whispered sadly into the cotton of his shirt. His arms tightened, his hands stroking her gently as if to soothe it all away.

"I'm sorry little goddess. I may not have liked Gwen but I never would have wanted this for you. Though it saddens me to say it, it's probably for the best. If you go back, who knows what other skeletons she's keeping in the closet?" Blaise murmured softly, lips caressing the silk of her hair.

(That's right my broken little bird, let me hold you and heal you of all your hurts. I'll be the only one left you'll need or want. This could have been avoided if you had just behaved yourself.)

Raven slowly left his arms, looking tired and bereft.

"I'm going to bed. I've had enough of today. Thank you Blaise…I'm glad I can still trust you." She turned and disappeared down the hall. Blaise heaved a pleased sigh, happier then he'd been in a while.

(Today was a good day. Now it's your turn Draco ol' chap.)

"So how did it go? Gods I wish I could have been there to see it! It's been torture waiting about for you to come back. So?" asked Pansy expectantly, as soon as Blaise strolled into their place of rendezvous. He shrugged out of his robe and tossed it to the floor as he dropped onto the black leather couch, lacing his hands behind his head.

"The plan went off without a hitch. Perfect destruction. I should thank that mud-blood whore for making it so easy for me."

"Never thought Marcus Flint would turn out to be a blood traitor. Then again, men don't really think when it comes to sex, do they?" Pansy mused, then lifting her shoulders once as if to brush it off.

"Neither, I'm sure, do you Pansy dear." Said Blaise while sliding her a sidelong look. She pouted at the sugar-coated barb but didn't reply as she moved closer to kneel down on the floor next to him, Blaise having stretched out to claim the couch as his own.

"So..what now, Oh Dark One? What bad things shall we do next?" purred Pansy, placing a palm on Blaise's stomach to stroke provocatively under his shirt. His hand came down over hers to stop her movements, but his fingertips began sensually rubbing circles on her skin.

"There's a sneaky little fox hiding in my chicken coop. so were going to flush the bastard out and show him to the world for what he truly is."

"Mr. Malfoy I presume?" Pansy inquired, head cocked to the side as he smiled at her.

"Nail on the head sweetheart. Now tell me, what are the prestigious Slytherin men known for?"

Pansy giggled and crawled slowly up to place her torso on his chest, her mouth mere inches away from his smirking one.

"Power…money…fucking." She said in a hushed, sexually charged voice; tongue poking out to flick his bottom lip at the last word.

"Exactly." Blaise whispered against her lips, hands anchoring on her body to drag her over him. She mewled in surprised pleasure at the action, gloating in the fact that Raven was going to lose more than she bargained for today.

"You've been such a good girl, my little pet. I think you've earned yourself a reward." He murmured erotically, fingers tightening harshly in Pansy's hair to lower her inviting lips to his own.

Gwen paced back and forth in a small alcove just off to the side of the stairway leading up to Divinations. She was more pissed and hurt then she'd ever been, but mostly she was just raging. Marcus was no doubt angry at her and she would deal with that later, but why oh why did he have to open his mouth? Fucking him…yeah right, not anymore big boy. The muffin shop is closed!

Oh and you Blaise…you're a fucking special case alright. Happy as a clam on the beach aren't you, you slimy fucking bastard. You are going to regret messing with me.)

Gwen screamed out her frustrations, not caring if she was heard; swiping the tears from her face disgustedly.

"Gwen, dear?" asked a soft, concerned voice from behind her. Gwen spun around to glare at whoever had the nerve to interrupt her in this state. She relaxed some when she realized it was Raven's aunt, Professor Trelawney.

"Oh..hi..I..thought I saw a dementor or something." She mumbled lamely, feeling amusingly ridiculous for a moment. Trelawney raised both brows slightly and motioned for Gwen to follow her. Curious, she let the professor lead her up the stairs and to her classroom, both taking a seat across from each other at a cloth covered little table.

(I hope she doesn't plan on making me do anything weird like chant at a crystal ball, or decipher a pile of bones…or gods forbid, drink her nasty tea and she tells me how the leftover globs are out to kill me. I think I have enough on my plate without her seeing my imminent demise.)

"She'll forgive you." Trelawney said, startling Gwen out of her inner dialogue.

"Sorry, what?" she squeaked in surprise.

"Raven. Things seem hopeless now, but you have to keep that hope alive."

Gwen stared at her as if she had suddenly sprouted a unicorn horn from her frizzy hair.

(How the hell did she know about that? That's fucking creepy. Well, wait..duh, Raven might've said something silly.)

Trelawney chuckled at her expression.

"She didn't. I can feel my niece's pain from here, and I can feel yours. As far as I know, no one has died…yet," she added teasingly, "so I can only assume you girls had a falling out of sorts."

Gwen quirked an amazed brow, astounded at the professor's calm proclamation.

(Well, shit. I don't think anyone gives this woman enough credit.)

"There's a darker side to this story, is there not my dear?" probed Trelawney, while using her wand to summon a steaming teapot and two cups to the table.

"Yeah, that fucking conniving baboon Blaise. Er, sorry professor."

Trelawney ignored the epithet and merely took a sip of tea.

"Ah yes, Mr. Zabini..I was wondering when he'd make an appearance in some wrong-doing."

"You knew this would happen? Why didn't you warn us or something?" asked Gwen, brows furrowing in consternation.

"I did not know when, or even how. I had my misgivings after Raven discussed her vision with me long ago. I gave her a warning she was not yet ready to hear."

"Well that definitely sounds like her stubborn ass. Sorry. I wish she would listen, but Blaise has her under his freaking thumb. That psycho is going to do something again I fucking know it! …sorry…" Gwen apologized again for cursing, a fist curling around her cup, the idea of chucking it against the wall tempting. Trelawney leaned forward to cover Gwen's hand with her own.

"Listen to me carefully. You must stay strong Gwenavere. You and Raven both, because what's to come will not be easy, I fear."

A/N: There you have it. Not one of my fave chaps not too mention Raven pisses me off sometimes lmao. Anyhoo, I have two more chapters lined up so don't worry, more to come :) Hope everyone had an awesome Halloween!