Disclaimer: you know the drill.... if I owned them... all men would play quidditch naked.... or in kilts...

Author's Note: though I am not getting much feedback, I do hope that somebody.... somewhere .... anybody anywhere is enjoying this. If anyone has any suggestions or stuff they would like to see, let me know and I will see what I can do . I am excited for this chapter though because the plot gets going... ah sweet confrontation and awkward situations. I do think that hogwarts ran by block schedule or something, bare with me please.

Chapter Three: The First Day Part 1

It was Monday. My least favorite day of the week. We had all our classes with Gryffindors. Well, let me rephrase that, I had all classes with Gryffindors. I was with the seventh year slytherins because I tested into the advanced courses and just my luck . . . every Monday . . . all Gryffindors. It was especially worse today because I was practically going to be Wood's lackey until his fucking arm healed. I was to accompany help him in all the classes we had together, write and all that stuff because I had to break his right shoulder. I was to accompany him in between classes, to and from meals, at dinner oh god the list went on. That bitch McGonagall . . . she explained it all after dinner last night. The one flicker of goodness that comes out of this situation is not for me, oh no, it is for my dumbass brother who gets to have the beautiful Katie Bell be his lackey. I bet all the slytherin guys are getting a kick out of that. Is it just me, or does this seem like some sexist thing out of the middle ages?

I was on my way trudging up to Gryffindor tower to "help" Wood to breakfast. That fucker didn't need help walking. God knows that if he fell I surely wouldn't help him get back up . . . I probably would have pushed him in the first place. Well, if I have to go through the aggravating experience of being surrounded by rash gryffindors, I can at least make it as painful for them as I can. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

I arrived at the tower and this portrait of a fat lady glared at me. "You don't look like a Gryffindor."

I scowled at her. "That's because I'm not. I'm a Montague and a slytherin and I'm here to pick up the BIGGEST BASTARD EVER TO TOUCH A BROOMSTICK!" I shouted the last part. It was my way of letting Wood know I had arrived.

To my displeasure, the fat lady kept talking to me. "Montague eh? That's nothing to be proud of. You –" she was cut off by the portrait swinging open and not only Wood but Johnson, the Weasley twins and Spinnett all coming out.

"Why if it isn't my Romeo coming to fetch me," Wood's Scottish accent made the lame joke even worse. A side note on my background for those who don't know. I am quite happy with it actually. It could have been worse, coughMalfoycough, my father is a lawyer not a deatheater, a wizarding lawyer mind you. Though some call him the "devil's advocate" but that is beside the point. Graham gets those 'romeo' jokes a lot from anyone who has ever set foot in muggle london. Yes, even purebloods know of Shakespeare. When I get them however, it is just downright degrading . . . especially now.

I put on my famous slytherin scowl and replied, "Oh and you make the perfect Juliet, Wood. Just the right amount of poof." (A/N: if I am not mistaken, poof means gay in british slang. I couldn't use fag because that means cigarette)

"Oh ouch," Oliver said making a fake stabbing motion.

"Come on," I growled, turning towards the stairs.

"Not so fast," Fred said. I knew it was Fred because his eye was still purple and blue. "We don't want to go too quickly –"

"For fear of our dear captain's health," George finished. I rolled my eyes but there was really nothing I could do and I hate to admit that. So we walked, slowly down to the Great Hall and for the first few minutes I didn't say anything and wouldn't have even if the dark lord himself had paid me. But I would have given anything to have earplugs to block out their Gryffindor chatter.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Spinnett said. Her tone was filled with just as much loathing as I remembered. "You seemed pretty quick to speak yesterday and the day before."

It was still early and I was in no mood for a Gryffindor temper. I ran a hand over my face and said, strangely enough without even thinking about it, "I don't think it's becoming to converse with hags." I only realized what I had said when Fred and George made and 'oooh' sound and Johnson had to physically restrain Spinnett. The little chaser was that enraged. Even Wood was surprised.

I covered my surprise by rolling my eyes. "You Gryffindors really are way too rash."

When we entered the Great Hall I felt eyes turn to us. I am not accustomed to a lot of attention. At least not like this. I met McGonagall's gaze coming from the staff table and Snape looked like he almost pitied me. I saw Marcus looking as though he wanted to murder Wood, which is a step up from the sneer/flirt competitions they have. I swear they are both confused deep down, but that is beside the point. I bit back my pride, even for just a second to get me moving in the direction of the Gryffindor table. Every kid at the table stared at me, as I gracefully sat down and served myself. I glanced at the Slytherin table, all the guys were giving me 'I pity you' faces or 'it sucks to be you' faces. What did make me feel a bit more confident, was the sight of pretty Katie Bell, siting next to my brother, looking like she was about to be devoured by snakes, which was metaphorically true because my brother has NO classes with gryffindors or any other house today.

All through breakfast, people were whispering and pointing at me. Grow up, I thought. I mean at least they could say it to my face and you won't believe this, someone actually did. It was like I spoke out loud, which I didn't.

"Hello," a cold and distinctly younger voice said to me. I looked up to see a girl, probably third year or so, starting at me intently with bushy brown hair that would have given my brother perverted thoughts.

"Good morning," I said taking another bite of my bagel.

"Might I inquire what you are doing here? At the Gryffindor table I mean?"

"I don't ask questions of people whom I do not know their names," I said. Key to staying distant from people, use nice language.

"Hermione Granger," she said extending her hand. I eyed it but didn't take it. "Oh come now, we are no uncivilized."

I rolled my eyes and shook her hand, "Morgana Montague. I am at this table because I am in charge of making sure Wood here doesn't die because of a shoulder injury I inflicted upon him."

"You are the new Slytherin beater?" she inquired. Then leaned closer to me, "You used a polyjuice potion in the last game."

I laughed, it was kinda funny how serious she was. "Wow, you're clever and I puked for three hours after the game too. Now run along to your other Gryffindor buddies. Don't want to be seen with a snake like me." I just wanted the girl out of my hair. She did a 'hmph' and walked away. I was kinda glad to be rid of her. She was odd. It was like she was a girl from my house or could have been. She had the potential to be a Slytherin in her attitude. The civilizedness unlike the barbarians on my right. I cast a glance to where the Weasley twins were devouring pancakes.

I couldn't take it, I had to leave. "Come on, Wood," I said, grabbing his arm. "Time for class."

He finally found his words once we made it into the hall. "What was that about?" he nearly shouted. I said nearly because the staff table is closet to the hall entrance.

"Breakfast was through," I said coldly.

"We still have fifteen minutes!" Wood cried. "I wasn't done showing people yo – " he quickly stopped as he realized what he just said.

"What!" I said turning around slowly. "So that's it. You convinced McGonagall to get me to be your lackey so that you could parade me around to your bloody friends!"

Wood looked at me and dared to smirk, "Slytherins aren't the only ones with a bit of cunning in them."

"Oh don't you even talk about my house," I said glaring at him. I knew there was more of whatever he wanted to say, no matter how much I wanted him to shut up.

"You know, Morgana," he said, stretching my name out just like Graham did when he was pissed off at me. "You haven't said a single nice thing since I met you. I see no reason why I should cut you any slack when I know you brother surely isn't doing the same for Katie!"

"What you think I would sucked into a pit of Gryffindors and not take somebody down with me. I know quite well that at least my brother can be civil!" I spat.

"Hey uh, Morgan . . ." I turned to see Kevin, Adrian and Derek coming down the hallway.

"Go away!" I shouted venomously. They didn't need to be told twice. "Come on, guys, let's go see who derek's ex-girlfriend is doing now."

Wood snickered at Adrian's remark. "Is Bole's girlfriend really that bad?"

"Was, and yes." I replied. "He gave up the victory party the other day to sit and have dinner with me just so he wouldn't run into her."

I looked at Wood and he was grinning, "See, I knew there was a human being in there somewhere."

"I am quite human thank you very much,"I snarled. "Come on, I don't want to be late for potions."

We got to the dungeons barely on time because Wood just had to doddle. When we sat down and Snape began class the first thing he did was look to Wood and say, "Perhaps now, Mr. Wood, that broken shoulder and Ms. Montague here, you can do better in this class." Ah, I love being a Slytherin. The world is great when its unfair in your favor.

"Now," Snape said. "Here is the potion formula," you and your partner are to create and have it on my desk by the end of class." I didn't need to have three guess to figure out who my partner was.

"Let's get started," I said quite seriously. I am rather serious about my studies because frankly, there was nothing much else for me focus on for these past six years. But anyway, I grabbed the ingredients and watched for Wood to follow the instructions. He looked at me like a fish out of water. "Oh my god . . ."I murmured.

"Potions isn't uh, my strong suit," Wood said, floundering with his words.

"I see,"I said cooly.

"Oh good god," he said angrily. "You can't be good at everything. There has to be something you are terrible at. You know how it is."

I shoved a bottle of spider legs at him. "Pour half of that into the cauldron." He sighed and did as he was told.

As I continued to add ingredients, for some reason I spoke without even thinking, just like with Spinnett. "I am not very good at defense against the dark arts."

He looked up at me, genuinely surprised. "Really?"

"Shut up and work on the potion."