Disclaimer: Yep, Morgana's mine as is all the crap I make up about her and the Montagues and probably the stuff I make up about the other members of the Slytherin quidditch team. Basically anything you don't recognize.

Author's Note: Wow, I am truly surprised by the large response I have been getting. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! It really just makes my day and totally makes me want to write faster. . One of my beloved reviewers, I think it was songwithoutwordz asked if what I meant in my summary was the whole thing with the gryffindors that just happened. Oh no. trust me, there is a lot more plot coming. This baby is just getting started. Oh and Riley had a request for a shirtless Oliver, you will have what you desired in this chapter! Thanks again you fabulous people! PS: I don't know the exact map out of Hogwarts so please bare with me when I talk about locations. And I am tweaking the way the Hogsmeade schedule works so my story works out better.

Chapter Six: Words Unspoken Aren't Heard

NARRATOR POV

"Oh bloody hell," Alicia said as she and the rest of the Gryffindors watched Morgana Montague and the rest of the Slytherin quidditch team leave the Great Hall.

"How on earth did she catch onto us?" Fred shouted in frustration slamming his fist down on the table. The teachers had all gone back to their table and normality had resumed. Kinda.

"They're in slytherin, what do you expect?" George said, resting his chin in his hand.

"Flint must have put the potion in when my goblet knocked," Oliver thought outloud.

Next to them, Hermione, Ron and Harry were whispering, well mostly Hermione whispering the other two nodding. When everyone got up to go to class, the trio called over to Oliver and asked him to wait up.

"Hey Harry," he said with a semi-forced smile, "Hermione, Ron. What is it?"

Hermione looked at him cooly. "I just wanted to say, Wood, I think what you did was very, very stupid."

"Huh?" he was surprised by the third year's straightforwardness.

"You were able to become friends with a slytherin. A slytherin girl. A slytherin girl who happens to play a big role on the quidditch team. You were caught trying to outwit her, trying to use everything she told you against her. And you really think that they aren't going to retaliate again?"

"Yeah, mate," Harry said with a sort of pained expression. "As much as I hate Malfoy and would jump at the chance to sabotage him, I think you just made it worse for us."

"By us," Ron said finally saying something, "he means you and my brothers and everyone else."

Oliver stared at them. Hermione never took her eyes off of him and it frankly, freaked him out a bit. "I have to get to class," he mumbled and quickly took off after his friends. Hermione's words stung his mind and he subconsciously began to worry.

MORGANA'S POV

Throughout the rest of the day on Friday the Slytherin guys and I were ecstatic. Them more than me I suppose. I was surprised when they didn't immediately spread the news all around school. They waited until after classes! It was word of mouth that we had it in for Wood. I didn't care what they did to him. I wouldn't mind getting a piece of it, in fact it was also word of mouth that I got the biggest share. But I was still so angry and apart of me for some reason that I can't quite comprehend, didn't.

"Come on," I shouted, standing up from my seat in the common room. The guys all looked to me. "We have a quidditch game tomorrow. Go to sleep," I said before leaving for my dorm.

Now you would think that after I changed into my pajamas and laid down in my comfy bed, that I would have fallen right asleep, not a worry in the world, right? That's what I thought too. But it was wrong, oh so wrong. I slept for about two or three hours before I woke up. That fucking quidditch captain, Oliver Wood haunted my dreams and for some reason, I couldn't handle it.

I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror, moonlight coming through the open window. My hair was loosely tied back, my pajamas consisted of thin baggy pants and a wife beater tank. Neither article of clothing was particularly clean or minty fresh, they were pajamas after all it isn't like I go to slumber parties. I sneered at my reflection. Why must Oliver Wood out of all men, haunt me? He had lied to me! All of it was an escape and all the "friendship" had been bullshit but still, there was something in that time that I spent with him that kept me thinking about him and it pissed me off that I didn't know what it was.

So I grabbed my cigarettes from my bedside table, ripped out my hair tie, quickly threw on my school robe and left my dorm. I lit a cigarette and departed the common room, in hopes of clearing my head. Why I thought nicotine could do that, I don't really know. I don't usually wander the halls. I take that back, I do. When I need to clear my head. Except in comparison to now, those times all seemed trivial. I didn't usually go beyond the dungeons. I was never caught because no ghosts were really active down here and I occasionally got a glimpse of the new "it" couple. Usually one of the quidditch boys and some girl, typically from slytherin as well. But I can safely say, Marcus has had several one night stands with ravenclaws and huffies. Either it was Marcus or Warrington. He was on the team before that Malfoy brat. Frankly I liked Warrington better. A bit of playboy but hell I got along with him better. I loved hating him. I barely talked to him now. Too busy with other girls and I was hardly a girl someone could busy themselves with.

Before I new it, I had gone through two cigarettes and was on the fourth floor. Oh god, I thought, now I was a little worried about being caught by that bloody Peeves. I saw a light shining from underneath a door and I realized it was the door to the prefect's bathroom. Being the snoop I am, I leaned my ear up against the door.

"I am glad you see my point," once voice, kinda young-sounding said. "I am just a bit worried about you. You really blew an opportunity."

"Yes I know. I feel very guilty. It's just, I don't know . . . I shouldn't care but I do." I could barely make out the words much less the accent. It sounded kinda like Bletchley.

The next thing I new, footsteps were coming towards the door. I scrambled to get away. It was horrible timing. I was in the middle of taking a drag of my cigarette. My back was turned when the door was opened. "Montague?" I heard a voice say in surprise then another voice shortly after. I dashed down the hallway, desperately trying to not le my hair it my fag. I hid behind a suit of armor and just when I thought it was safe, I stepped out. I heard someone call my name and I dashed. Before I knew it, I was making I sharp turn into the prefect's bathroom. I have no idea why but I was hell bent on not being caught. I dropped my cigarette and started sprinting down the corridor into the prefects bathroom. Someone was shouting my name but I couldn't hear. Namely because I slid in the tub. Well it was more like a pool than a place to bath but I fell in all the same.

I was in such shock and surprise of falling in that I opened my mouth and got quite discombobulated. I felt like my head was spinning and though I tried to get towards the surface I wasn't going anywhere. My robe and hair was all around me and somewhere I heard someone dive into the water. Moments later I felt strong arms encircle around me and I was lifted out of the water. I was laid down on the cold tile.

The moment those arms let me go, I jolted upright and started coughing like crazy. I rubbed my eyes and felt a hand pat my back. "Are you okay? I shouted for you to stop." My hands dropped from my eyes. I knew that voice . . . I turned around, hair hanging in my face like a weeping willow. I was right. It was none other than Oliver Wood.

My expression quickly turned into a scowl. "Come on don't be like that," he said trying to get me to smile, "I did save you after all." He stood up and offered me his hand. For some reason I took it.

Once I got to my feet I stared swearing up a storm as I saw my fags were all wet. "Dammit! Bloody hell!" I was in such a fury about suck I a trivial thing that I threw off my robe in anger. Behind me, Oliver was snickering. "What are you laughing at?" I nearly shouted.

He grinned at me. "You care more about those stupid cigarettes then you do about the fact that I can now tell you have on matching bra and knickers." My eyes widened as I realized my tank was white and my pants were cream colored. I was wearing green underwear.

"Shit," I said as I scrambled for my school robe. I cast a glance to Wood. "You aren't one for modesty either,"I grumbled. It was true. He was in his wet black and red boxers. No shirt on. Water matted down his hair and was dribbling slowly down his very defined chest. My glance turned into a stare.

"Is something of interest to you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

My stare turned into a protective sneer. "I see proof that you are as obsessed with quidditch as they say."

Wood laughed. "You know, only you would say something like that. It is refreshing. Most girls would be saying something different."

"I am not most girls." I said, putting on my school robe. "And now that you have seen my underwear, I will bid you goodnight." I turned to leave but his voice stopped me.

"What? Not even a thank you? I could have let you drown."

I looked over my shoulder at him. "It would have been a pleasure. At least I wouldn't have to worry about you there. Now not only have you robbed me of sleep but I have been robbed of cigarettes as well." I as quickly as possible. I couldn't believe what had just come out of my mouth. At least I was composed when I said it. I ran down towards the dungeons. I would have killed for a hair tie because my wet locks were tedious.

"Dammit," Oliver said. "I didn't even get a chance to apologize. Maybe tomorrow."

I eventually did get some sleep that night. Not a lot but some. That was the only piece of relaxation I knew because I had to get up early for the quidditch match. Oh god don't even get me started on the quidditch match.

In short, we won. But I wasn't given an opportunity to rest. Diggory had prepared for me. On a side note, I love how genuinely he shakes Flint's hand. Anyway back to the point. It was like a game of keep away. Diggory rarely lets his players fire bludgers and this was no exception except what he did have them do, was keep them moving and way from me. Derrek got a couple hits, and knocked one of the chaser's off their broom in the first half and hour. I was getting mighty tired flying around and I think that was their goal. Flint knocked one of the beaters off their broom (technically a foul but who cares) and once that happened, we slaughtered them. We took out the rest of their chasers. We sent their brooms spinning and the quaffle was ours the rest of the game until Draco beat Diggory to the snitch. Only because I nearly took Diggory out.

Oh but don't think it was a walk in the park after that one beater was down. My thoughts for the briefest of seconds wandered to my encounter with Wood the night before and a bludger came out of nowhere and knocked me off my broom. I was able to hang on and get back up without falling but Graham yelled at me considerably from the sidelines.

After the game finished and we won by a longshot, I went immediately to talk with Graham and endure his scolding. He was a bit ticked that I couldn't get back on the team when his arm healed and made up for it by picking out all my little flaws. All the other guys however went to the locker rooms, congratulating themselves.

NARRATOR'S POV

Oliver took his eyes off the game and glanced at the note he had in his pocket. It was almost over. Morgana had sent the last chaser's broom into a frenzy and slytherin had possession, most likely for keeps. He had waited too long already. He got up out of his seat and left the bleachers, trying not to draw attention to himself.

It was a Hogsmeade weekend and most Gryffindors and Ravenclaws were there already. Dumbledore had announced the Yule Ball, almost a month away but all the girls were already giddy and the guys already searching for dates. Oliver however, was still kicking himself for not saying what Harry had told him to say last night. He had things to say to Morgana and since he had not, she had not heard them and the situation was the same. The only thing he could think to do that would get her to listen to him in the time day was to write a letter. So he did just that and now was off to try and stick into her locker before the game finished.

When Oliver entered the Slytherin locker rooms, he was surprised by how similar they were to the Gryffindor's. He began searching through the lockers, opening and closing them, trying to find hers. He found every one of the guys' and wished he had brought one of Fred or George's dung bombs. But Morgana's locker was not amongst them. It was the locker farthest away, it smelled of sweat, light nicotine, maple syrup and a minty/peppermint that was probably from deoderant.

Oliver was about to tuck the letter into the pocket of her robes when he heard the sounds of the Slytherin quidditch team entering the locker rooms. By the tone of their voices, sounded like they won. He had no where to run or hide ad had to stand his ground and face the six slytherin boys who all were around his same height and built.

"Well, what do we have here?" Flint said coming towards him. "If it isn't Wood going through Morgan's things."

"Speaking of Morgan," Kevin Bletchley said stepping forward. "I believe we owe her a piece of broken wood."

"Yeah," Adrian Pucey said starting to close in on Oliver. "Trying to dig up dirt on the quidditch team eh? You actually thought you could get it out of her?"

Derek Bole threw a bunch right into Oliver's gut. "That is for even thinking you could mess with her or us."

Flint smiled nastily and threw a punch of his own. "Trying to get close to a snake were you? Not if we have anything to say about that."

The group of boys started to enclose upon the gryffindor quidditch captain, each taking turns taunting him, telling him off and of course, throwing punches. The pace quickened and despite doing his best to fight back, hope for Oliver looked pretty bleak. But then the Montague twins entered the locker room.

MORGANA'S POV

I walked into the lockerroom, sweating like a pig and talking to Graham, who was still lecturing me. I saw all the guys in a circle and I quickly realized with the help of a couple audible grunts of pain that it wasn't for a huddle. "What is going on?" I nearly shouted, making sure I was heard.

All the guys backed off and Marcus said with a grin, "We found him looking through your stuff." I saw Wood in a bloody bruised heap, nothing too bad, but he had definitely taken some good punches. Wow this is awkward, I thought as I watched him pull himself up.

"Anything you want to do to him, Morgan?" Graham asked grinning evilly. "Now's your chance." He took a punch of his own and knocked Wood back a few steps. Beaters are the strongest out of all the quidditch players, make no mistake.

I made eye contact with Wood. "No . . ." I said in a cold voice. "He isn't worth the effort."

"Aw, come on, Morgan," Kevin said. "He went through your stuff and we'll even hold him for you." He and Derek both too Wood's arms. I sighed. This really wasn't about me at all, they just wanted to see me bust Wood's lip. But after that encounter last night, the last thing I felt like doing was bust his lip. So I socked him in the stomach instead. He crumpled and the guys cheered. I faked a bow and they tossed him, literally, outside.

While we were changing, Graham always makes everyone look away while I switch robes, even though it takes only five seconds and if any of the guys did look, I would bust their lip. Anyway, the big plan was to go to Hogsmeade tonight for a victory celebration (not just for the quidditch match) as well as a chance to ask all their dates to the Yule Ball. Balls aren't usually my thing. Either I never get asked, compliments of Graham's threats, or those who ask me are one of Graham's buddies. Nothing is like having a twin brother, let me say. They can't seem to decide when they are doing things because they are protective and when they are doing things just to make your life difficult. So the thrill of dances has been bred out of my system. Though I know my mother would probably faint with happiness if she heard I was going.

I was the first to leave the locker room because the conversation suddenly turned to girls and I often hear things I would rather not if you know what I mean. I am not too fascinated by which girl in the house has the best ass.

When I got outside, I noticed that Wood had been able to pick himself up and get back to his Gryffindor mates. Something crunched beneath my foot and I looked down to see a folded up piece of parchment with a ribbon around it. The name on the front was smeared and I couldn't make out the letters. I shrugged and stuffed the parchment into my pocket and continued on my way.

Author's Note: there we go. I hoped you like the shirt-less Oliver scene. One of my fav's to write. Hehe. Anyway what shall happen next? What will their next encounter be like? I truly appreciate feedback as always and the more I get, the faster I want to put up a new chapter . See ya!