Disclaimer: Naturally, I own nothing except Morgana and all the crap I make up about her. But I really don't care if someone else uses it . . . though I don't know who would want to.

Author's Note: Wow. I can't say thank you enough to all the kind reviewers. I really really appreciate it. A thanks to riley, who pointed out that in one book they mentioned Montague as a chaser . . . well now he is a beater, lol. I think Montague is the coolest name out of all of them and I don't think the story would worked as well if Morgana became a chaser. But thanks again for the info ! Oh and I just wanted to remind people that Cedric hasn't died yet.

Chapter Five: Those Meant to Be Cunning

The next day, I was climbing up to Gryffindor tower and I was surprised to find Oliver already out in front of the portrait waiting for me. I accidently let the surprise show on my face and he laughed.

"Well, you certainly look better today, Morgan."

I cringed as I remembered how he started calling me Morgan. "Thanks, I really needed that bath."

"I hope you can run your fingers through your hair now," he said as we started walking.

I had to smile at that comment. I couldn't help it. Which was extremely unusual. "Yeah, I can today."

"Morgana," he said, looking at me.

"What?" I said adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

"You aren't that bad once you stop being so hostile."

"Is that a compliment? I hope it is because I can say the exact same thing to you." I mentally kicked myself but as I did so a thought began to build in the back of my mind. Maybe this friend-thing could actually work.

That day and the next week actually, went so well, I could have sworn something was very wrong. I mean, Oliver totally didn't protest to anything I said. He had hurried when I told him to get out of his common room, he kept the majority of the Gryffindors away from me during meals and even met me half-way when I had to escort him to class. It was so smooth that it was beginning to . . . freak me out I suppose you could say and if I didn't know any better, I would say Graham is experiencing the same smoothness with Bell that I am with Wood, I mean Oliver. The guy has gotten very insistent that I call him Oliver. He calls me Morgan or Morgana.

He is much more pleasant than I ever thought possible. He asks me a lot of questions though. Off the top of my head, I can remember him asking me : my favorite foods, drinks, where I live, what my favorite colors are, favorite teams, how I feel on muggle things, how I like muggles, my opinions on school and teachers, my least favorite versions of everything stated. I won't bore you with the answers.

Wood, I mean Oliver, had also done the weirdest and most unexpected thing. He called me his friend. I think the conversation went something like this on last Tuesday.

"Hey Wood, I mean Oliver," I said as I dashed towards him as I came out of Transfiguration. He had met me at class instead of the other way around. "McGonagall was a real bitch today."

"Watch your language, Ms. Montague!" she shouted from inside the classroom.

I rolled my eyes. "It would have taken forever to get to the Astronomy Tower."

Oliver smiled, "I thought I should cut you some slack. What are friends for, right?"

And that right there had to be the most surprising conversation we have yet to have. He surprises me a lot. It is actually nice. It keeps me from dying of boredom.

Today was a Thursday. Us Slytherins had a game against Hufflepuff this Saturday. I think we had a Hogsmeade visit this Sunday then a couple the next following sundays. I almost felt sorry for the Hufflepuffs, with Flint's new plans, we were going to completely butcher them. Keyword there was "almost". The last class had ended and I was walking with Wood, dammit I mean Oliver, up to Gryffindor tower.

"So how are you feeling about the game on Saturday, Morgan?" Oliver asked me.

I shrugged, "I feel bad for them."

"Why? Last time I checked they weren't that bad."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Their chasers are much slower than Gryffindors and Derrick and I were able to kick your ass pretty well."

Oliver scowled, "You seem pretty sure of yourself."

"I should be," I replied casually. "Hufflepuff is a pushover and the way we have been busting our asses, they don't stand a chance of losing without injury." It was true, we had practice every day. I was feeling pretty good and come on, even with Diggory on the team, everyone knows Hufflepuff is a pushover. I'll say that I have grown a little looser with my speech around Oliver and I wasn't so defensive but let me just say, I was still sharp, I don't dull easily in that regard. I didn't anticipate though that Oliver would get so . . . pissed off by the remark.

"You shouldn't underestimate them. Diggory has a good team," he said sharply as we continued up the stairs.

I stopped and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What is with you today, Oliver? I know for a fact that you hate Diggory as much as you hate Marcus. Why are you defending him?"

"I am not defending him!" he shouted. I was surprised. "You Slytherins are just way to cocky."

"Excuse me?" I said rhetorically. This sounded like it came out of last week. I didn't like where it was going either. I had just started to feel comfortable around Oliver.

"You always think you are the best at everything! You think you are better at everyone. Well, let me say you are not as cunning as you think you are."

"What's with the tone, Oli-Wood?" I said my voice suddenly turning cold.

"You always think you are going to come out on top!" he shouted with a gesture of his left arm.

"Would you like to place a bet on the fucking match?" I said sharply. I had a distinct feeling that this was no long about the quidditch match at all.

"No," he said.

"See! What I said was justified!"

He sighed, "You are such . . ."

"Such a what, Wood?" I shouted. I was getting really angry, really fast. I didn't even notice the two heads of red hair dashing behind a suit of armor. "A Slytherin? A bitch? You are you to call me names when you didn't even know I existed before I nearly killed you with a bludger! And why in the name of Merlin, have you been trying to be friends with me?"

Wood looked over his shoulder for a second and his eyes widened. He turned to me, his voice suddenly much silkier. "Morgan, I'm sorry for what I just said, I didn't mean to offend you. You're aren't a bitch and you are my friend."

I didn't know what to say about that. I mean, I couldn't figure out his angle, pinpoint his motive or goal, which made it so I couldn't come up with a comeback. I could only raise my eyebrow.

"So will you meet me in the library tonight at seven so we can study?" he asked this every day and I usually said yes. Because McGonagall told me to but I was now considering defying her orders.

"Sure," I said coldly. I walked swiftly down the steps and passed a suit of armor. Red hair caught my eye and I turned to look. I saw Fred and George Weasley, Fred's eye had healed by the way, trying to look as though they were waiting for someone. They gave me a cheeky smile and I sneered, walking away. You would think that I put two and two together right? Well I did, it just didn't add up, not at the moment anyway. But I decided I would have to get out of practice early.

During quidditch practice, Terrence Higgs barely dodged a bludger I sent his way. "Good job, Montague!" Flint said. Contrary to what people may believe, the Slytherin quidditch captain does compliment us a fair deal. Well . . . it isn't spontaneous or anything like that. He is actually say, Good Job, I hope you can kill Diggory with a hit like that. But a compliment is a compliment.

"Hey Flint," I said, flying down towards him. "Do you think you might be able to call practice off early?"

"Why?" he asked.

"I think I saw some hufflepuff spies trying to check out our plays. Or maybe it was that Cho Chang girl." Now that has to be the biggest load of bullshit that I have ever pulled out of my ass. But it worked. Practice was called off immediately and some slytherin thugs were sent to hunt down anyone who wasn't slytherin and around the pitch.

I quickly dumped my stuff off in the locker room and practically sprinted to the library. When I got there, I carefully stuck my head in through the alternate door. I saw Oliver talking with Spinnett, Johnson and the Weasley twins. I was instantly suspicious. I crept behind a bookcase and inched my way close to them. I crouched down and listened.

"I can't believe you almost blew it this morning, mate," I think it was Fred who said that.

"She isn't stupid, she is going to get suspicious," Johnson hissed. I suppose I should take that as a compliment.

"What!" Oliver exclaimed. "I got her to think of me as a friend, didn't I?"

"Oh big words," Spinnett snarled. "Everyone knows Slytherins don't trust their friends." She wasn't completely incorrect there but as I began to realize just what was going on, I wasn't in any mood to give them compliments.

"You really need to start flirting with her, mate," I think it was Fred who said that.

"Yeah, I mean look at Katie. She had Montague practically eating out of her hand," George said.

"Well, Katie could get anyone to do that," Fred said.

"But Graham Montague is a bloke . . ." Oliver said.

"His sister probably has as much testosterone as he does," Spinnett said. "Maybe she still takes that polyjuice potion." Everyone except Oliver snickered, though I didn't notice him. My eyes narrowed. They were not doing what I think they were doing . . . I was one thing but don't dare mess with my family . . .

"You know, guys, she isn't that bad . . ." Oliver said looking away.

"What is wrong with you, mate?" George said.

"Yeah, Oliver," Johnson said. "Just the other day you were ecstatic pointing out her all the flaws you learned about her. Come on man, you need to dig up some dirt on the quidditch team!"

"Oh yeah," George said, "is she dating Flint?"

Apart of me, not swelling up with anger, laughed. Marcus and I are far too strong of personalities to ever have a functioning relationship, as far as I knew.

"I don't think so," Oliver said. "She said she doesn't have a boyfriend. I don't think she really likes guys."

"That would make it harder, to get close to her subtly," Johnson said thinking.

"I bet she's a lesbian," Spinnett joked. I wanted to just smash her face in right there.

"That wouldn't surprise me," Fred said.

"Oh cut her some more slack then that," Oliver said rolling his eyes.

"Well find out her dating history," Johnson said. "We could use that."

This made me wonder, how much did they know? So that was why that bastard had been asking me all those questions. I felt a fiery anger running through my veins that made my blood boil.

"You guys better leave," Oliver said, "I don't see them on the pitch anymore."

"Alright," Spinnett said getting up, "We are meeting in the common room at 9 to see what Katie found out."

"Flirt with her, mate!" Fred said, putting emphasis on the 'flirt'.

"Yeah yeah, hurry up and get out of here," Oliver said. He sighed and put his chin in his hand.

I stared. A million emotions were zooming through me. Disappointment in myself for not seeing the warning signs, disgust at what the Gryffindors thought of me, but most of all, anger ran through my veins. Blood boiling anger. Of course you know what they say in Slytherin? Don't get mad, get even. I was just planning on getting revenge for myself but for the fact that they dragged Graham into this. I stormed out of the library.

I couldn't believe that I actually thought it was possible to be friends with a gryffindor! I can't believe I was nice to that bastard! Most of all I couldn't believe I had to still face him until his arm healed! Wait . . . that gave me an idea.

I raged into the dungeons and almost trampled over some first years. I really couldn't have cared less. I saw Graham walking with Bell up ahead. I ran up and ripped him away from her. I shot her a glare and her expression completely fall. "Come on, Graham," I growled.

I dragged him into the common room before he ripped away from me, "What the hell is wrong with you, Morgan?"

I turned to him and looked at him with cold hard eyes. "Graham, in all honesty, why do you think Bell is flirting with you? Why do you think she is asking you questions and acting all interested when it is a known fact that Gryffindors especially those on the quidditch team hate our guts!"

His eyes narrowed, "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

I nodded.

"Those! – "Graham started swearing up a storm. "We can't just let them get away with this!" he shouted at me still high on anger and enthusiasm. "What do you have planned?"

I rolled my eyes, because my brother always expects me to have something planned and I usually do. "Graham, get that potions book Dad gave you for Christmas last year and meet me in the potions room." He nodded and dashed off.

The nice thing about having the potions master as the head or your house, he let you use the potions room any time you wanted provided you had reason and anything that would be used to "help out the gryffindor quidditch captain" was more than enough to allow us access. Graham and the rest of the guys of the quidditch team. By the looks on their faces Graham had told them the situation. When I mean looks I mean one of excited fury.

"So what potion did you have in mind, Morgan?" Marcus said with a grin on his face.

"Can we knock Potter out with it too?" Draco asked excitedly.

Terence slapped him upside the head. "This isn't about you stupid third years and your rivalries. This is about ours."

"And you better like it," Kevin said.

A slytherin smile crept onto my lips. I opened the book and pointed to the potion. "The Bone Healing Potion."

The next day, I didn't go up to Gryffindor tower to meet Wood. Bletchley made sure to turn Bell away when she came for Graham. I waited until the Gryffindor quidditch team entered the Great Hall before creeping up to the corner of the entrance. I gestured for Graham and the boys to walk in. They all strutted in and all talking at the Gryffindor table stopped. They were in awe at the fact that Graham was no longer in a sling. The slytherins smirked at them and blew a kiss to Katie and the girls. They strutted over to the Gryffidor table.

"Why hello, Katie," Graham said with a slytherin smile.

"How the hell did you heal your arm!" Fred shouted.

"I believe he was talking to Katie," Derrick said glaring at the Weasley boy.

"Where is your sister, Montague?" Wood asked with a smile like he was the one holding the cards. "She didn't come to escort me today."

Graham smirked and out of the picture, Terence used his wand to knock over Oliver's goblet. "Oh let me get that," Flint said and poured him some more pumpkin juice and slipped the potion into his goblet. They glared at eachother and then the slytherin guys all moved to our table.

"What was that about?" George thought outloud.

"No idea," Wood said taking a big gulp of his "pumpkin juice". I watched by the entrance to the Great Hall and smirked as I watched him clutch his arm. His eyes seemed to bug out of his head and all the Gryffindors surrounded him as well as teachers. I heard the murmurs of people saying his arm had heeled, wow, and other things of surprise.

Professor McGonagall carefully took Wood's arm out of the cast and examined it. "Well it seems to me, Mr. Wood that your arm has completely heeled."

"What?" all the members of the gryffindor quidditch team exclaimed.

"Perhaps Mr. Longbottom misplaced his potion from yesterday," Snape said coyly. I could see his smirk. "Now Mr. Wood can get back to playing quidditch and hopefully this has taught him a lesson about the dangers of the game when up against good players." I loved being complimented. "It will be interesting to see how you do in my class without Ms. Montague's help."

That last sentence caused Wood to seemingly remember my identity. His head shot up and he looked quickly to the Slytherin table where all the guys were standing up and laughing. Graham gestured in the direction they were walking. Wood's eyes moved towards the entrance of the Great Hall, right where I was standing. With my arms folded across my chest and my hair pulled back into a slick, fierce ponytail. I gave him my most slytherin of smirks and said, "Gryffindors weren't meant to be cunning." I turned on my heel and left the great hall with the rest of the Slytherin quidditch team behind me.

Author's Note: ah the great chapter five. No cliff hanger here. Don't worry, there will be lots more stuff going down in this romance. Any requests or ideas, comments or questions, I am happy to hear! I really appreciate reviews, it lets me know people like it and all of the previously stated. See ya!