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Author's Note: I am so glad people liked the last chapter! I want to give a special thanks to SoccerGirl (an anonymous reviewer) who gave me a great idea what to do next.

Chapter Ten: Quidditch and Innocent Snowball Fights

The next morning I woke up late. I rolled over and looked at the clock. I nearly chocked on my own morning saliva when I saw that I only had an hour to get to the train that took everyone to King's Cross. I sat up sharply. I was alone in my dorm. "Bugger, bugger, bugger," I said as I started throwing on clothes and putting my hair up.

"Morgana!" Graham screamed up the stairwell at me. I heard him running up the stairs. "I just woke up! Are you up? We have an hour!" he opened the door. I spun around to look at him. He too must have just woken up. His hair was a mess, he had his shirt on backwards and inside-out. He had slight bags under his eyes and I could only guess what time he went to bed.

"Oh no," he said, seeing me rush around frantically. "Don't tell me you just woke up too . . ."

"That is the case," I said as I pulled my trunk out from under my bed.

"Oh my God!" Graham exclaimed grabbing at his hair, "You didn't pack either!"

I turned to him with my eyes wide in horror, "You didn't pack!"

"Neither did you!" he shouted back, throwing a bunch of shirts at me.

"Throw me those clothes over there," I said gesturing next to him as I shoved the shirts into the trunk.

"I am NOT touching your bras and knickers," he said in a firm voice.

"Throw it to me now or we won't make the train!" I shouted. I was pissed off and in no mood for my brother's childness. I can be quite scary when I'm like this.

"Yes, ma'am," Graham said and starting tossing me my clothes. I shoved them in my clothes in as fast as I could. When I finished I told Graham to get it to the common room and I would pack his. He had protested but I said he couldn't pack for shit speed.

I ran into the boys dorm. It wasn't completely empty, I discovered that Derek Bole and three other slytherin guys were staying home for the holidays and I discovered that Derek and some fifth year like to sleep in the nude.

I pulled out Graham's trunk, slammed it open and started to fill it with his stuff. Derek jerked upwards when he saw me, "Morgan! What the hell are you doing here?" The other guys in the dorm suddenly got very nervous, whether it was because of the for-sure rumors that were spread around last night or the fact that an older girl was in their dorm.

"Graham and I are late for the train," I said in a hurry. I heard Graham push my trunk down the stairs of the girls' dorm then sail down after it. I heard him curse as he undoubtably tripped and fell. I would have snickered if I wasn't in such a hurry.

I packed the bare minimum for Graham. A couple pairs of boxers, one pair of robes, two shirts, two pairs of pants and some random hygiene things I found strewn around. I locked his trunk shut and shoved it down the stairs.

I met Graham in the common room. We had fifteen minutes. He shouted Merry Christmas up at the guys then we pushed our trunks to the stairs. It was a bitch to get them up and it took forever after Graham lost grip of his. We were running to the Great Hall, pushing our trunks as fast as we could. We were about to enter the Great Hall when we heard a train whistle. We looked at eachother and rushed to the window just to see the train pull across the tracks going around the snowy hills.

"Shit," Graham said collapsing on his trunk. "What are we going to do, Morgan?"

I sighed and ran a hand over my hair. "We are stuck here for Christmas. I will go send Mum and Dad an owl. You take the trunks back." Before he could protest I was gone up the stairs. I was less than happy. It would be just Derek, Graham and I for the holidays. I was looking forward to some time alone to sort out my Oliver situation . . . I felt like I was in the woods without a compass but oncoming rains.

I scribbled a note to my parents and entered the owlry. I found our owl and stared out the window for a moment. The snowy pitch was so inviting . . . then it hit me what I would do during the holidays. I could play quidditch. You know what they say, kick it back to what you know and I sure as hell knew how to hit a bludger. So, I sent off the owl with the note then hurried back down to the common room and kicked Graham and Derek out to the pitch.

It was really fucking cold the rest of the day but I could have stayed there forever. The cold air pinching my face and the strain of my muscles as I hit the bludger was something that I truly missed savoring. If I had been paying closer attention, I would have noticed all the times Derek tried to talk to me. I was so focused on quidditch that I really didn't think about it.

The next morning, we got an angry letter from our parents, scolding us for our stupidity of missing the train etc etc. But then at the end they said they would send us our gifts on Christmas. To make a long story short, we played quidditch every day until christmas when the three of us opened our presents.

Somehow, my mother must have found out about me going to the Yule Ball because she gave me a new dress. Derek and Graham got a kick out of that. My father on the other hand, encouraged my athleticness and got me the new model firebolt. Graham was pissed and Derek laughed his as off when my brother and I got into a friendly brawl.

I was surprised when my owl flew in with a letter. Derek was the first to grab it when she dropped it. "Morgana," he asked cautiously, eyeing me, "what is Oliver Wood doing sending you letters?"

"What!" Graham and I exclaimed together. I grabbed the letter out of Derek's hands and ripped it open. I had to shove Graham away every five seconds. I read it as quickly as I could.

Dear Morgana,

I find it increasingly hard to rid you from my thoughts. I can hardly wait to come

back to school and lay eyes on your beautiful face. I miss you. I long to speak with you again. You were too beautiful for words the night of the Yule Ball and you danced like a queen. I pray you are enjoying your holidays and perhaps maybe even thinking of me. I also hope your brothers don't find this letter and come to kill me,

Lover,

Oliver Wood

I stared at it. "What-the-hell?" was all I managed to get out. What in the world was Oliver doing sending me love letters? Had I missed a memo? And what was up with this sudden 'queen' business? I was completely dumbfounded as to what the letter meant. I was pretty sure he expected a reply of similar mushiness but Mr. Wood had another thing coming if he expected me to send him and an equivalent of this garbage.

Before Graham could grab it out of my hands, I crumpled it up and threw it into the fireplace. "What did it say?" Graham whined.

I rolled my eyes, "He was asking me if I had healed yet." I am very appreciative of my ability to make shit up on th spot.

"What happened?" Derek asked, his voice getting cold.

I grumbled quite convincingly, "I tripped in those heels on my way back to the common room." Graham sputtered with laughter and I punched in playfully in the arm. Yes, I can be playful. Call it a sibling thing. "Common," I said, getting up. "Let's go play some quidditch already."

"I dare say she's obsessed, Derek," Graham said so I would hear.

I rolled my eyes and whacked him with my broom, "If I didn't, I would have to talk to you idiots all day."

On the way down to the pitch, I was surprised when Derek pulled me aside, telling Graham we would meet him at the pitch. "What is it, Derek?" I asked.

He looked at me seriously, "What is going on between you and Wood?"

"What do you mean?" I played innocent... in a slytherin way.

"I mean, why are you suddenly his date when last we heard you wanted to kill him? Why is he sending you letters? What is going on?"

"Nothing is going on," I lied. Something was going on, I knew that. I just didn't know what exactly.

"He is a Gryffindor . . ." Derek said.

"Is there a reason you are stating the obvious?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I just don't want to see you hurt," he said with specks of what I could possibly call concern in his eyes.

I gave him an are-you-really-serious look. "Show me the day when I shed tears over Oliver Wood and I'll show you the day I date Marcus Flint."

Derek didn't say another word to me on the subject for the rest of the break. It snowed up through the last weekend of break and Graham, Derek and I played quidditch every single day. Practically every blessed moment. By the time everyone arrived on that last Saturday before school started again, I was ready to kick ass in our next game. I was actually looking forward to the next practice, set for next Friday.

That Saturday evening, it was rather nice to be amongst all the slytherins again. As much as I shouldn't like it, you get used to it. They are like your family, as much as you hate to admit it. I especially hate how much we are all similar. Marcus was totally ecstatic Graham said we had been practicing all break. Kevin was telling us all about his vacation doing muggle snowboarding like Adrian dared him to and it was quite an amusing story. I don't like Kevin's new girlfriend though, she is kinda.... whorish. But I am not surprised that works for Kevin.

As I contemplated Kevin's new girlfriend, I suddenly realized Caitlyn had situated herself at the complete opposite end of the table, very far away from Graham. I leaned over to him and asked, "What happened between you and her?"

"She saw me dancing with Katie and got pissed," he whispered back.

I raised my eyebrow, "Katie? First name basis? And why don't you sound sad?"

"Because I'm not," he said glancing at me and nodding his chin towards the entrance to the Great Hall, the gryffindor team was coming in. "Gryffindors are the forbidden fruit. And you know what they say, that is the best kind there is."

"Are you saying you want to date Katie Bell?" I asked. Perhaps it wasn't just me who had an attraction to a gryffindor quidditch player.

Graham grinned slyly, "Why not? I mean," he looked across the way at her, "she's cute."

"But she's a gryffindor," I said. "Wouldn't Flint be all over your ass?"

"No," Graham said. "Who ever said us guys couldn't go out with a gryffindor?"

"You don't want to go out with her," I said with a roll of my eyes. "You want to double time her for props. A conquest, right?"

He glared at me, "What if I do want to actually date her, how would you know? Don't tell me you actually went to the Yule Ball with Oliver Wood just to go with home. You went to show up Flint."

I smirked at him then looked to Oliver, "How would you know, dear brother. He's gorgeous. The forbidden fruit. I find him quite handsome."

He looked at me with a questioning glance, "Are you saying you actually would like to date him? Slytherin and Gryffindor? In a functioning relationship? Not possible."

"Oh really?" I said with a sly smirk towards Oliver, who didn't see me. "I think it could work . . . You couldn't pull it off though?"

"You want to put money on that?" Graham challenged darkly.

"Why not?" I replied nonchalantly, getting rather interested though. "Thirty galleons says you can't date Katie Bell by Valentine's Day."

He looked at me with an identical expression, "You're on."

A few minutes later, I looked over the gryffindor table. I saw Oliver looking right at me. He nudged towards the exit. I nodded and watched him leave the table. I followed several minutes later but when I got to the corridor I saw no one, he was probably standing in the shadows somewhere, he wouldn't have left. I was right because sure enough I felt someone grab my wrist and pull me into the shadows behind a suit of armor.

I found myself staring straight into the eyes of Oliver Wood. "Why hello Oliver,"I said with fake innocence, "how was your Christmas?"

"Why didn't you reply to any of my letters?" he asked.

"Because I wouldn't know what to say," I replied cooly.

It seemed that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. His face twisted. "Oliver,"I continued calmly, "You might be good at forcing yourself to write mushy love notes but I cannot. You don't woo a slytherin like you woo a gryffidor and I don't think huffies require a lot of effort. They will take any sort of love note or bouquet as genuine."

"Did you miss me?" he asked in a soft voice with a vagueness of hope.

"Did you honestly miss me?" I asked. I tried not to sound too sarcastic but it was hard.

"No," he said pulling away from me. "In fact, I didn't miss you at all. Not even your pretty eyes or voice touched my memory once since vacation started."

I smirked, "Well then I suppose you won't want to meet me later so I can confess my undying love for you." I was about to walk away when he grabbed my shoulders and pinned me up against the wall giving me a passionate kiss. I was surprised to say the least but actually began to enjoy it, much to my dismay. When he pulled away, I found myself telling him to meet at the pitch in ten minutes. He said yes and before we could have another spontaneous kiss, I slipped down to the common room.

I was quite amazed at how after my second kiss with the gryffindor captain, my suspicions had been correct, there is something about gryffindor kisses that were the slightest bit addictive. Perhaps it was something in their saliva. As I grabbed my winter coat, scarf and gloves, I completely ignored the pack of cigarettes lying on my bedside table. I said goodbye to the guys that had come back to the common room and headed quickly to the pitch, without my broom just so you know. Who knew I would ever be in such a hurry to see a gryffindor?

I reached the snowy pitch before Oliver and crouched behind one of the seating pillars (A/N: I have no idea what their formal name is) and start to pack two good sized snowballs. I watched as Oliver made his way onto the pitch. He was looking around, most likely trying to figure out if I had arrived yet or just pulled his chain.

Just when he was turned the opposite direction, I sprung out and threw a snowball, hitting him right in the back of the head. He whipped around and I threw the next snowball, getting him in the face. I smirked and tore off, while he shouted, "Oh no you don't, Montague!" He chased me, trying to pack snowballs at the same time.

Who would have thought, a gryffindor quidditch captain and a slytherin beater, having a snowball fight, consensually, with a motive that wasn't murder. As I was lost in my thoughts as I packed a snowball, I stood up to throw it but found myself being tackled to the ground. I was pushed down into the snow, my ponytail above my head and Oliver on top of me. "Isn't this compromising?" I said sarcastically.

"Since when do slytherins compromise?" Oliver said followed my a wiggle of his eyebrows. "Perhaps I am having an effect on you." I was able to bring my arm in and stuff his face full of snowball. I pushed him back and I sat up.

While he was wiping his face, I lay back on the snow, unconsciously making a snow angel. "Hey Morgana?" Oliver said.

"Yeah?" I answered not looking at him.

"Do you want to go out with me tomorrow?"

"Where would we go?" I replied nonchalantly. I was staring at the sky and for all those who have every been hypnotized by a snowy sky, know you are only half in tune to the rest of the world.

"Hogsmeade?" he suggested.

"Not nervous about people seeing us?" despite my half tuned in state, a small smirk still crept onto my face.

"Should I be?" he said with gryffindor bravery in his voice.

"Are you afraid of all the guys on the slytherin quidditch team?"

He snorted, "Never."

"Then I'll go with you."

"Why?" he asked and I could tell he was giving me a suspicious eye.

I sat up and grinned. As much as I tried, I could not wipe the smart-ass ness out of it. "Can't you just accept my answer?"

He gave me a cheeky Scottish smile. "Only if you kiss me."

Author's Note: sorry for that chapter. It took me awhile (damn school!) And it wasn't too eventful. A set-up chapter if you will. We have Morgana who developed and opinion on what could be over the holidays (that doesn't necessarily mean in a positive way) and we have what the slytherins think but what do the gryffindors think? Will there be a clash? And what is going on with Graham and Katie? Stay tuned! Please let me know what you want to see or expect to see, comments or questions. I just really like hearing from people. I will work hard on getting the next, more exciting chapter up soon!