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Author's Note: Okay, so it seems you all are very split between Derek and Oliver for various reasons and someone was even so passionate to ask "what the fuck I just did" no worries here folks, chill out. I am taking you all on a bit of a ride so just go with it. Please. Anyway, thank you so much for the feedback, I appreciate it! Recommended listening "Think Twice" by Eve 6

Chapter Fourteen: Persistent Bugger

I was eating breakfast the next morning when suddenly, Adrian burst in and dragged me away from the table, holding a newspaper in his hand. "Morgana . . ." he whined. I read the title, "I am in love with Morgana Montague," World Famous Keeper Oliver Wood Announced Today. What is going on with the world's most desirable beater?

I looked from Adrian back to the paper, Adrian, paper, Adrian, paper. Just before I was about to shriek, he covered my mouth with his hands, dropping the paper. "What's this?" We both froze as Marcus picked it up. "WHAT!" we both flinched as he roared. "That mother fucker! I will kick his ass!" a long string of profanities followed and Adrian had to focus his energy on restraining him. I calmly went back and tried to finish my breakfast. What a way to start the morning.

"You know we are never going to hear the end of this from our parents," Graham said about an hour later. Breakfast was still unfinished. We should be getting a howler any minute.

"What was that bastard thinking?" Richard said, reading the article in disgust with Luke hovering over his shoulder.

"Does he have a grudge against you or something, Morgana?" Luke asked.

"I wouldn't call it a grudge. More like a I-am-going-to-ruin-you-for-not-being-with-me," Kevin said.

"I for one," Terrence began. "Cannot believe you are still involved with him after all these years."

"We kept her clean for about five years," Adrian said.

"Guys, it isn't an addiction," I growled.

"Like hell," Marcus snapped. "You are fucking engaged, Morgana! Speaking of which, Derek what are your comments on this whole thing?"

I didn't stick around to hear Derek's complaints because I was up the stairs and in my room right after I had spoken. Marcus had followed me, extremely pissed off and was trying to persuade me not to go where I was planning.

"You cannot go to his game!" he shouted. "Everyone will see you! Do you want more headlines?"

"I'll tell them I am scooping the competition for championships," I said as I threw on a sweater and my leather coat.

"The press will see right through it!"

"This isn't about the press, Marcus," I said, grabbing some sunglasses. "I have to talk to him."

"You are still in love with the bloke aren't you? Dammit, Morgana!"

I rolled my eyes, "You know for a fact that talking to someone about putting your name in the headlines doesn't mean you love him. Besides, this isn't about Oliver."

"You keep telling yourself that, Morgana. You'll be marrying Derek in nearly three weeks and it would be nice if you actually could mean any of the vows you said to him."

"Exactly why I am going. I don't have time to argue this with you, Marcus."

"You're playing Derek just like you played me and look what happened to us!"

I glared at him from the doorway. "Yeah, look what happened to us. You were cheating on me, it was hardly a real relationship and –"

"What do you call what you and Derek have? You won't let it be a real relationship. Get him out of your life, Morgana. Give yourself a chance to be happy."

"How do you know being with him wouldn't make me happy?"

"It doesn't work between slytherins and gryffindors that's why! And don't you dare get any ideas!"

"Whatever you say, Marcus."

"Morgana!" he shouted but I had aparated to the stadium already.

"Bloody hell," I cursed as I saw the size of the crowd attending the game. If this was the same turn out for our games, well then major kudos to Graham and Derek for always getting front seats.

It took rightly forever to sneak inside and even when I did that, the game had already started and I was well far away from the pitch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cursed as I pushed and shoved my way through people. Keeping my cover was a bit difficult. The crazy things I do for this arse.

I went around the whole stadium about seven times before I was finally able to squeeze in by the bars and get a look at the game. Oh the irony, guess where I had ended up? Right across from the keeper's hoops. Puddlemere's hoops. Fuck me. I almost wanted to turn right around and lose myself in the crowd, then I remembered why I was here. So I waited.

Soon I found myself in a trance, staring at Oliver. Analyzing him, studying his moves, features and expressions. Do you know when you stare your pet, your friend or your parents in the face for long enough you wonder just who the hell they are? This experience was something like that. It was amazing how I realized even when we were together (or something like that) I never studied him. Had he studied me? I felt suddenly so guilty. More guilt than I ever knew was possible. When he had come to New York I had claimed to be in love with him and I thought I was. But this person I was looking at, was Oliver Wood and who was I to claim I loved him, knew him, could reject him?

You dolt! I screamed at myself. What was I thinking? What was I implying? Did I still want to be with him? No! You just want to talk with him! More like want to sleep with him. What! No! Yes! No! Yes . . . I slumped over, nearly half over the railing. Ugh. So I gave up arguing with myself and just watched him. He really was fascinating. I was lost in a trance of sorts. Not really thinking, not doing much of anything just staring.

I felt so young, looking at him. I felt as though I was watching one of Graham's games against gryffindoor. Which every shout of the announcer, in my mind it was the fucker Lee Jordan, a voice a hadn't realized I had missed so much.

I was snapped violently out of my trace by the blasting shout. "Iceland wins!"

"What!" I jerked and before I knew what happened, I had slipped over the railing. I must have screamed bloody murder because I didn't hit the pitch, instead I was caught by . . . When I looked to see who had saved me, I nearly toppled off my broom. I had been expecting the cliché answer, Oliver but instead it was . . . Harry Potter.

"Are you alright?" he asked, earnestly. Of course I expected the tone to change considerably once I revealed my identity.

"Why, I didn't expect someone like you to go extra lengths saving the likes of me," I threw in a smirk for good measure. How like me to do such a thing after I was saved.

"Montague!" he screamed.

"Keep it down!" I hissed. "I am already in the papers enough thanks to your beloved captain."

He snorted. "If only Wood was kidding."

"Excuse me?" I asked flatly.

"If only he really didn't care about you," he said giving me a glare. "Where do you want to be dropped off?"

"Where are your locker rooms?"

"I suggest you fight somewhere else unless you want an audience."

"You sound as though you have been through this routine before."

"I have," he said. "I have had been down and outs with slytherin girls before."

I raised my eyebrows, "Really now? Perfect Potter?"

"I have never actually gotten to know you, Montague," he said has he flew towards the locker rooms, "but most say Xan was a lot like you."

"Xan?" I was even more surprised. "Xan Marlow? Draco Malfoy's posse Xan Marlow?"

"The one and only."

"So that was why she was in town," I said thoughtfully.

"What!"

"Ah!" I fell off his broom then and right in front of the locker rooms. "Thanks a lot, Potter," I grumbled but he was already gone. I dashed into the locker room before anyone could get a look at my face.

From the moment I stepped into the locker room I knew I was not alone. The echo of voices was all around and I had to tip toe in order not to make a sound myself. I identified two voices coming from, not the main changing rooms but the showers. Tiptoeing over to where one would hang their clothes, I peered around the corner into the group shower.

I gasped and literally put a hand over my mouth. Derek Bole, had Oliver Wood up against the wall by the collar. "Stay away from her, Wood," he said darkly. "You have humiliated her enough and she never was nor ever will be yours to hurt."

"Oh and she's yours to do so to?" Oliver shot back, with what sounded like spit to Derek's face. "You are just another controlling bastard slytherin."

"You don't know anything!" Derek shouted, grinding the back of Oliver's head into the tile. I had never seen him like this. "I have know Morgana longer than you have, cared about her longer than you and been there longer than you have. I spent everyday of my second year reading her scores, reading her articles, I even moved to New York to be with her."

"Sound more like a stalker than a lover."

"What have you done for her?" Derek said, from the looks of it, his grip not loosening. "You make her cry herself to sleep, you ruin her reputation. You know nothing of where she comes from. You're disgusting."

"On the contrary, Bole," Oliver said, getting the upperhand and shoving Derek back. "I have done more research about you slytherins than you would believe and it leads me to the same conclusion. I want to take her away from this. I want to make her happy, give her a better life and –"

"What make her a fugitive?" he shouted. "Take her away from her family, her brother, us? She was born a slytherin and she has to deal with it but you don't dare to stand by her side, you want to run away with her! She isn't a bloody fool. Unlike you."

Oliver socked him. Punched him right in the face and from my point of view, I couldn't say whether it was justified or not. "You know nothing of my feelings, Bole. Do you think it was easy to play this game after what I told the papers? Do you know how much I get slandered for it?"

"So why do it? Why hurt the both of you?" he growled, slowly standing up.

"Because I love her!"

Wham! Derek hit Oliver so hard he spun around and hit the tile floor. "Don't you dare . . ." He tuned and I tucked behind some lockers. I heard the echo of his shoes as he left the locker room. There was no sound coming out of the shower. I mean, no sound. I was worried about Oliver because that was a really tough punch. So I crept over to see it he was breathing.

I couldn't tell from where I was so I walked towards him. He was still facing downwards so I rolled him over and shook him lightly. "Oliver, Oliver," I repeated.

Finally he started to groan. His eyes fluttered and he head rolled to the side. "Morgana?" he mumbled.

"Oh thank god," I said.

Behind me, the sounds of Puddlmere coming in echoed around the locker room. "Fuck," I cursed. I had to leave. And leave I did. I couldn't aparate out of there so I ran like hell, busted past Finnegan and from there, through the stadium and I aparated back to the inn.

"There you are!" Marcus said, the second I appeared. "Your mother has been here for an hour!"

"What!" this was too much information too quickly.

"Wedding plans. I hope you like chocolate cake."

"Let me guess, you told her random decisions that you said I wanted."

"How did you know?"

"Lucky guess."

"Damn."

"So what did you tell her?"

"Short ceremony, big reception, lots of cake, flowers, center pieces, caterers, entertainment, and that was only the first quarter of her list." He gave me a pat on the back. "Good luck."

"Wait Marcus, where is Derek?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "Um. . . I thought he was going after you."

I sneered at him. We both knew I knew what he had told Derek to do. "You will pay for that."

"If it helps, I think I already did."

Well, several hours later, just around dinnertime, I collapsed into my bed. Weddings sucked. I had picked out caterers, entertainment, table covers, center pieces, drapes, gift lists, ever single piece off food that was going to be there, priests, groomsmen, bridesmaids, honeymoon ideas, locations, and oh so much more. Everything except the dress. Oh and to make it all worse, my mother had to argue with every decision I made, even the ones I didn't care about. Not that I cared about any of them. I could get married in a cardboard box for all I care.

I rolled over and buried my face into the pillows but I couldn't sleep. Someone knocked at the door. "Come in," I groaned. It was Sophia.

"Hey Morgana," she said shyly coming in. You couldn't exactly tell she was pregnant, she looked bit rounder but that was all.

"What do you want?"

"Thought you might want to talk."

"I am too tired to talk."

"Are you to tired to listen?"

I sighed. "Go ahead."

"Well," she sat down, next to me on the bed. "I am really starting to like Terrence. At first I thought he was just playing around but –"

"That makes two of us."

"But now I am really starting to care about him. He has even offered to take me to Hogwarts and try to get me a teaching position or something. Even though I wasn't that great in school, he says he wants to be with me, support the Morgan and I."

I looked up at her. "What are you naming it?"

She blushed. "Well, you have been my idol since I was about fourteen so I figured Morgan would work for both genders."

I flopped back down. "It's a cursed name. Don't use it."

She just laughed. "I have grown to attached to it already. Plus Terrence likes it."

"I bet," I grumbled. "He called me that when we were kids."

"Were you two ever . . ."

"NO!" I shouted into the pillow. "I wasn't ever Terrence's type. He always liked Ravenclaws. Smart and pretty. Like you." I didn't have to see her to know she blushed.

"Well what about Derek? You seem to be his type."

"I don't know, I met him when I was eleven for the first time. I still hadn't figured out what it meant to be a girl."

"Perhaps you should spend some time with him," Sophia advised. "You know, get on the same page and get to know eachother."

I looked up at her with one eye. "Not a bad idea."

"You might also want to explain why Harry Potter caught you after you fell on the pitch."

"You had to ruin it didn't you?"

"I didn't mean to."

"Sure."

That night I took Sophia's advice and went out to dinner with Derek in Diagon alley. I didn't put too much effort into looking nice but Sophia, being full of hormones, couldn't resist but play with my hair and makeup. So sitting across the table from famous Derek Bole by the window in the most expensive restaurant in Diagon Alley, we spent the evening in cool conversation.

Finally he asked, "Morgana, are you alright?"

"What do you mean?"

"You have been very cold tonight and after all that happened today . . ."

"What are you implying, Derek?" I asked taking a sip of water.

"First he puts your name in the papers then sets you up to look worse. Potter was at least civil for catching you."

"Well Potter aparently was busy with slytherin girls after we left."

"What?" he stared wide-eyed.

"Long story. But what makes you think it is Oliver that has me all worked up?"

"Oliver? Why do you call him by his first name? And who else would have you so worked up besides Wood?

"Derek," I said slamming my glass onto the table. "I am really not liking this attitude of yours. I may be marrying you but I am certianly not your property not some investment you need to protect!"

"Morgana," Derek reached across the table quickly to make sure I didn't get up and leave, which was tempting. "I'm sorry I –" he looked out the window suddenly. "Persistent bugger," he hissed. Before I could blink, he was out of the restaurant. I looked out the mirror and saw Oliver standing right up next to the glass. It was a bit shocking but amazing at the same time. He mouthed, I love you and I couldn't help but smile.

Right after that of course, Derek punched him. "No!" I shouted, standing up. I tried to get out of my seat as fast as I could but my dress got caught. It took me forever to get out of the restaurant because I was hit up for several autographs.

When I finally got outside, the two men were in quite a scuffle. For some reason, I was extremely upset about it. "Stop it! Stop it!" I shouted. I ran over and pulled them apart.

"Morgana stay out of this!" Oliver said, stopping and looking at me.

Derek pummeled him. "Stop it!" I shouted, shoving Derek away from him. That punch had given Oliver a bloody nose. I knelt down beside him. "Are you okay?" I asked in a whisper, tentatively touching the blood.

He gripped my hand tightly. "Now that you're here. Don't leave me, Morgana, please."

"Come on, Morgana," I looked over to see Derek standing beside me with his hand outstretched. He was glaring daggars at Oliver. Before I could make my decision, I was being taken away by Derek.

"I finished the guest list as well as gift list. What type of flowers do you want?"

I scowled at him, "Snapdragons." I looked over my shoulder until Oliver was out of sight. Half of me prayed he would remain persistent while the other just wanted closure.

Author's Note: There we go, another chapter, getting closer and closer to the end. While Derek seemed mean in this chapter, he was in his mind, doing the right thing. Anyway, next chapter, they shall be revisiting Hogwarts and oh what awaits them! I love feedback! Stay well!