Disclaimer: Again, I only own Morgana and other people you don't recognize
Author's Note: I am trying to make Morgana as un-mary sue as possible. That I why I integrated the smoking.
Chapter Two: The Rematch and the Situation
The victory party was still going on while the other houses were at dinner. I was one of the only people at the Slytherin table. It was Derek Bole and I. I would bet five galleons that all the other members on the team were getting some nookie . . . but no one would be stupid to challenge that. Why is Derek here with me instead of sleeping with some random girl? He isn't that bad looking but I think he doesn't want to run the risk of seeing is long time girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend, doing one of his friends.
I was a bit surprised when Bole actually started talking to me. "You didn't well today, Morgan."
"Thanks," I said still surprised that he felt the urge to talk. Derek wasn't known to be a big conversationalist even though I have known him for six years.
"You are even better than your brother, in my opinion," he added.
"Thanks." He gave me a look like he expected more. "Hey Derek, why did Flint except the challenge?"
Derek shrugged and took a big bite of his potatoes. "Maybe the victory went to his head."
"And it didn't go to yours?" I thought he was being a possible hypocrite.
He just shrugged again. "You should know that a beaters victory is not if they win the game but who they knock of their brooms," he grinned at me. "I am surprised you are not swelled up with pride." I cocked an eyebrow at him. Derek nudged his chin in the direction of the Gryffindors. The quidditch team was all huddle together, probably planning or something. I didn't notice that Fred Weasley had a purple and blue eye. I snickered into my pumpkin juice.
"Hey Morgan," Derek said. "Can I ask you a question?"
"You already did."
He rolled his eyes and continued. "Why don't you have any girlfriends? You only hang out with us guys?" His question was semi-legitimate. It is quite hard for Slytherins to co-exist in a friendship relationship with eachother. Usually a leader will pop up in a group of friends and then the rest will follow, not blindly but because it is in their best interest. Individuality is not a Slytherin trait. But as for why I don't have girl friends in Slytherin, because I don't want a friend to follow me or a friend to lead me. That isn't friendship in my opinion, it is a struggle for power. Naturally I didn't tell Derek this, I told him to mind his own fucking business.
That night I had to kick Pucey and one of my dorm mates into another room so I could get some sleep. I don't find the sounds of sloppy teenage sex soothing.
I woke up around 5am the next morning and went down to the locker rooms. The pitch was perfectly deserted when I came out dressed in my brother's gear. The sun was just showing its head behind the hills. I had probably about an hour or so. I didn't have time to grab some breakfast to cool my nerves and wake me up so I reached into my back pocket for a cigarette. I quickly lit it. To my credit, it was my first stab of nicotine in a week.
"You really might want to reconsider doing that before a match," someone behind me said. It sounded vaguely like Bletchley.
"Shut it. It won't effect my ability to knock a bludger, Bletchley."
"That's reassuring. Are you going to try and kill Ol-I mean Wood again?"
"What do you think, Bletchley? That's my job isn't it? And what's with the first name? Don't tell me you and Flint BOTH have a crush on him," as I said this, I turned around. The cigarette almost fell from my mouth. There was none other than the Gryffindor quidditch captain, leaning against the locker room wall, looking quite please with himself. "Bastard," I growled.
"I like to think I covered the accent pretty well," Wood said with a cheeky Scottish grin. He had done a good job actually, because he sounded like Bletchley.
"What do you want?" I said taking a deep inhale of the nicotine to calm me down.
"A girl shouldn't have such a dirty habit," Wood said, making a move to grab my cigarette.
"I think you should mind your own business," I said taking a step back.
"How my opponents play is my business," he said. "I want a fair game."
"What are you a hufflepuff?" I crushed the cigarette beneath my foot. "What do you really want, Wood?" I said venomously.
"I wanted a good look at the new Slytherin beater," he said that grin not coming off his face. "You're prettier than I thought you'd be."
"Didn't you see me during the game yesterday? Or are you daft?"
Wood chuckled, "You still were half your brother then. But seriously, you are quite pretty." Behind Wood, I saw a two pairs of eyes and red hair quickly zip back into the Gryffindor locker rooms. I smirked.
"Well, Mr. Wood," I said slowly taking a step closer to him and adding a seductive tone in my voice. "It is nice to know someone thinks that I am pretty but . . ." I took several more steps towards him until he was up against the wall. I suddenly brought my fist up and smashed it across his cheek. "You should probably pay more attention. I am not a girl to be charmed. I am your opponent and a Slytherin. We do things different." I turned and walked away and hurt him cough the word "bitch" under his breath. If I had a sickle for every time I heard that.
Wood and Marcus didn't shake hands at the beginning of this rematch. There was no need. There were no refs. One of the things I know Flint was happy about. We zoomed into the air. I really didn't get a chance to watch the quaffle because one of the weasleys kept firing bludgers at me. I had to constantly zoom around the pitch to avoid them. Bole was hitting the majority of them towards the Gryffindor chasers.
"Stop dodging! Start hitting!" Graham shouted at me from the stands. I swore I saw Wood smirking at me. So I stopped and waited for a bludger to come around my way. When one did, I didn't hold back. I slammed that fucker with all my strength right towards Wood. I nearly dropped my bat in surprise. The bludger knocked Wood clear off his broom and he fell all the way down to the ground with a thud. Everyone stopped, everyone but us slytherins. Draco grabbed the snitch when it was right in front of Potter.
All the Gryffindors rushed down to Wood. We all flew down as well. The bludger had gotten him in the shoulder and his lip was busted from the fall. Every Gryffindor sent me a look of hate. Especially, to my surprise, Bell. They all carried him to the Hospital wing and I suddenly realized something.
I turned around to lookat the gloating boys. "Hurry up, we need to go to the Hospital wing!" I said coldly.
"Why?" Flint asked, taking a break from grinning. "We don't care what happens to Wood."
"Yeah but when McGonagall comes she will get the Gryffindor side of the story and I am sure she won't hesitate to blame the challenge on us and suspend the team." What I was saying finally got through to them and they all ran up to the hospital wing, even Graham.
We skidded around the corner into the hospital wing just as two teachers, McGonagall and our beloved Snape came down the hall from the other end. The Gryffindor team shot us all a glare. "What is going on here?" McGonagall asked upon seeing Wood in the bed. "Is that Mr. Wood? What had being happening?" she eyed us, the slytherins, the most.
"Yes," Snape said stepping into the hospital wing, "I would like one as well."
Katie Bell was about to open her mouth, when I cut in. "We were both going to use the pitch this morning and because our lovely captains here," I said like I wasn't happy with Marcus, "couldn't give it to one or the other, we scrimmaged. Unfortunately, a bludger knocked Wood here off of his broom. Pure accident, I assure you."
"You know there are not suppose to be matches this early in the morning," McGonagall said lifting her nose at me. "I should be assigning detentions to you all for reckless behavior."
To our surprise, Snape jumped in. "I don't believe that it was any more reckless than the behavior that knocked Montague here off of his broom," he gestured to Graham.
"That was an accident," McGonagall said.
"As was this," I said with a sneaky Slytherin grin.
"If you are so concerned about your fellow quidditch players, Ms. Montague, perhaps you should stay here with Wood until he wakes. As for you all," she turned to the Gryffindors, the one thing I like about McGonagall is that she is quite fair. "Wood will have to be put into a cast for his recklessness and heal the muggle way. Now everyone clear out." The slytherin boys looked at me and Marcus mouthed 'thank you', I sneered at him. I was not happy with the way my improvisation had worked out. I gave all of them a look that said you owe me one. Graham knew the look well. Snape was the last to leave.
"You played well yesterday, Ms. Montague," he said with a faint smirk. "I hope to see more of it."
"You will, Sir," I said with a nod.
"If I may ask, why is it that you have not played on our team before?"
"Graham beat me to the spot of beater in second year and there hasn't been a position open since," I replied.
"Keep up the good work. Let us know when Mr. Wood wakes."
He left and I took a seat next to the unconscious Oliver Wood. I stared at him for a while. When he wasn't being a bastard or a quidditch-obsessed playboy, he was kinda cute. Wait what? Did I just say what I think I did? I, Morgana Montague, cold-hearted slytherin just called the Gryffindor quidditch captain, cute? Slytherins hate Gryffindors, after what he did to my brother I have no reason to be kind to him. Not to mention he tried to turn my hair crimson and gold in fourth year because I told him off during a quidditch game when he tried to hit on me, I think he thought I was Gryffindor . . . but that's beside the point. The cocky bastard didn't deserve any sympathy. In the midst of cursing all the reasons Oliver Wood should go to hell, I fell asleep. I had gotten up quite early.
"What are you doing here?!" I awoke with a start to see Wood sitting up in his bed, staring at me like I was the grim reaper.
"Oh you're up," I said with sour expression. "I was hoping that bludger had done more damage." Actually I was making that up on the spot. Most Slytherins are good at that. I got up to go get a teacher.
"Where are you going?" he asked, suspicious no doubt.
"To get one of the teachers that stuck me here watching you sleep."
"Sure," Wood said sarcastically. "You better run back before your brother's arm heals. Second it does you will be off the team."
"Oh," I said turning on my heel to face him. "What basis do you have for that statement?" my words were extra sharp.
"Oh come on," Oliver said it sounded like he was still a bit drugged from what Madame Promphrey gave him. "Slytherin girls are never on the team."
I gave him a lovely sneer but the words were seared into my mind.
McGonagall came and I was allowed to leave. I got the dungeons and saw the rest of the team coming out of the portal. "Did I miss something?" I asked. Wood had a way of putting me in the worst mood.
"No not at all," Marcus said. He had liar written all over his face. Graham gave me a look like he didn't expect me to be there.
"Can I talk to you for second, Marcus?" I said trying to sound nice. Before he could answer I dragged him off into a corner.
"What is it, Morgan?"
I looked at him with a fierce gaze. "I want to stay on the team. When Graham's arm heals, let me make this clear, I am still going to play."
Marcus smirked, "Why should I let you?"
I was infuriate to say the list, "Because you bastard, I am good and you know it! I saved our ass back there in the hospital wing and I nearly killed Wood! Is that not reason enough!"
To my surprise, Marcus laughed, "Good God woman! I wasn't planning on chucking you off the team. Snape practically ordered me to keep you on." I breathed a sigh of relief. "But," he continued with a smirk, "I am not completely convinced . . ."
"What do I need to do?" I growled.
"Kiss me," he finished.
The thought was sickening. "Why a kiss?" I said through clenched teeth.
"Because," he began getting closer to me, "I know you don't want it." He grinned, "That's what I like about you. You are such a cold-hearted bitch that it is kinda sexy." His fingers walked up my arm.
I ducked under him and began walking after the rest of the quidditch team. "That's nice to know but don't we have practice," I said dashing over to Graham. My brother sent me a look asking if what he thought happened just happened. I looked at him, expressionless.
When we, the team I mean, got out to the pitch, Professor Snape was waiting for us. He didn't look happy. Not that he ever did but this was different.
"Your practice has been cancelled," he said. "Follow me."
"Wait what?" Marcus asked. "Why?" Snape never cancelled Slytherin quidditch.
Snape didn't look happy when he explained, "Professor McGonagall has reason to believe that Mr. Wood's situation was not accidental."
He led us up to the hospital wing. I was never a big fan of the hospital wing but now it was quickly becoming a place of dread.
He looked me straight in the face and just as he was about to say something, we arrived.
"Mr. Flint," McGonagall said. "We have reason to believe that you purposefully told your new beater Morgana Montague, to inflict injury upon Mr. Wood. Is this true."
"No more true than Wood purposefully hurt my former beater," Marcus answered with a straight face.
The Gryffindor team was looking particularly cocky behind McGonagall. Kinda like how us Slytherins are cocky when Snaps is bitching at them.
McGonagall sighed. "Since neither one of you captains will take responsibility for the injuries on either side. Professor Snape and myself will have to solve this. Ms. Montague, because you are the beater that inflicted with unnecessary injury during an unnecessary scrimmage . . ." I could tell she totally didn't believe, well more likely totally knew we weren't really scrimmaging. "You will help Mr. Wood until his shoulder heals."
My jaw dropped. Literally. "Excuse me, Professor?"
She didn't repeat herself because she knew I heard. "And Mr. Montague, who was it who released the bludger?"
Graham smirked, "Bell." My brother had it out for Katie Bell. She blew him off in fourth year and while I think everyone knew he was making the accusation up out of his ass, McGonagall nodded. "And Ms. Bell, you will help Mr. Montague." Now it was the Gryffindors' turn to drop their jaws.
I glanced at Graham who was grinning in a triumphant way. Then I glanced to Oliver Wood who, strangely enough had a similar expression on his face. Directed at me. "Well, isn't this lovely?"
Author's Note: there the second chapter. I hope you liked it . Now the plot has gotten going. Please let me know what you think. I would like to thank those who reviewed my first chapter. It means a lot to me.