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Chapter Twelve: All's Fair In Love and War Part 1

It had a been a week since the incident with Oliver and the gryffindor girls. I still hadn't spoken to him. I had threatened Flint that I would never play quidditch for him or speak to him again if he told a soul about how he saw me. He never found out it as from the gryffindor chasers and neither did anyone else. Just the way I wanted it.

I noticed, much to my dismay, that a couple days after the incident, graham seemed to be making significant progress with Bell and her interest appeared completely genuine, compared to that shit she pulled last time. I was completely baffled when I saw them together in the hallways. She thinks she can just kick my ass and then go flirt with my brother? She has another thing coming. I had been plotting my revenge for approximately three days. I had figured that I also could hit two birds with one stone by winning that bet.

I was on my way to the library when I heard a giggle and I sounds of kissing. I cringed and ducked behind a suit of armor. I was a lot more cautious nowadays because I didn't want to run into someone I really wouldn't like to see. I had been hanging out with the slytherin guys a fair deal. Which means, all practice long, every practice, then hanging out in the common room afterwards and through all this, I was quite proud at how I had been able to avoid Flint. I mean in a one-on-one situation. My cuts had healed by the way. No sign that they were ever there, gotta love your potions.

I peered around the quite of armor and almost choked on my own spit. Graham was flat out snogging Katie Bell in the hallway. I couldn't believe my eyes. Had I underestimated slytherin capabilities?

Graham pushed her way and faked a guilty look (he's my brother I know what those look like). "We shouldn't do this, Katie. I don't want you to feel like you are betraying your house or team. Besides I know you are still getting over Oliver and – " she got him off by grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a sharp kiss.

"Damn Oliver," she said huskily. "I don't want him any more, I want you."

"Whatever the lady wants," he said with a sly smirk. "The lady gets."

I quickly turned around and leaned against the wall. "Oh my god," I whispered. This had to stop. Was the entire world crazy. There was no way in hell that Katie Bell was going to kiss my brother like that and there was no way I was going to lose that bait and . . . wait . . . what had she said about Oliver? Oh god . . . perhaps that was why she . . . Wow, it all made sense, the particularly nasty glares, not the mention the particular intent. But then why was she all of a sudden falling for my brother? Oh, I know, I am a slytherin I understand plots like this. She originally probably wanted to wind him around her finger but, as I have said before, gryffindors aren't meant to be cunning, far too wholesome and honest. But I had my edge. A smirk spread across my face. Isn't blackmail lovely?

I watched as my brother pushed Katie away again. "But what about your team? I don't want you to get kicked off for talking to a . . . kissing a slytherin like me." Damn, my brother was impressive. No wonder all the slytherin guys date girls from other houses . . . so easy to fool. "What would they say if they saw us?" Graham said stroking her face.

She grabbed his face and said, "No one has to know." Was it just me or had my revenge just thrown itself at my feet? Eventually the two broke up and Bell went entered the library while my brother practically skipped back down to the slytherin common room.

I found Katie Bell searching for some books in an isle that happened to be in the back of the library, how convenient. I know what I was about to do was mean, cruel and what other houses call "slytherin mind-fucking" but I felt no real need to suppress it.

"Well if it isn't Katie Bell," I said as I approached her.

She turned around and glared at me. "I see you healed nicely," she spat. Of course, how else would she say it, I am the bad guy to her . . . bad girl . . . whatever.

"Why yes," I replied. "Of course who knows if I will ever heal after seeing you snog my brother senseless." If possible, all the color drained from her face and they say we slytherins have pride . . . we do but we don't get cornered so easily. Unlike . . . Katie Bell! Haha, wow I crack myself up. A snake-like grin spread across my face. "You think you were being discrete? I am sure your beloved Oliver and your teammates would love to hear about this."

"What do you want?" she hissed.

"Me?" I said with fake shock. "Why, I am just looking out for my brother. Who knows what could be cooking inside that pretty blond gryffindor head of yours."

"What do you want?" she repeated through clenched teeth.

"Well . . ." I said pretending to be thoughtful about it. "Perhaps there is an arrangement to be made."

"What?" she hissed.

"The day you go one a date with my brother," I said leering close to her like a vulture moving in on its prey, "is the day every gryffindor knows about your relationship with Graham Montague, oh and it is also the day Graham finds out about our little confrontation in the alley and not to mention the rest of slytherin house will be fed a couple other juicy details on reason they should butcher you all in the next quidditch match, in the stands or out."

"You cold-hearted bitch . . ." she said with disgust.

I stretched out my hand to her and smirked in triumph. Fifty Galleons would be mine in a matter of weeks. "Seal the deal." She reluctantly shook my hand. I spun around on my heel to leave the library. If I had stayed a moment longer or slowed my pace, I would have heard her whisper, "Two can play this game."

Well, my plan went smoothly for about a week. I had to acknowledge that Katie was doing a good job of keeping her relationship with my brother under wraps. They weren't absent at every meal and it just wasn't obvious. I was impressed. Almost every gryffindor could be in slytherin if they had perhaps one more gene that wasn't devoted to bravery or honesty or impulsiveness.

Anyway, my plan went smoothly, until I was up in the library one night, completely minding my own business. I was alone too by the way. When I was engulfed unexpectedly by a arms and held in a tight embrace. A familiar masculine scent surrounded me and I realized almost instantly that it was Oliver. "Huh?" was all I managed to get out.

"Someone told me you were up here," he said into my ear. "I wanted to say I am so sorry for what happened."I blanched. He knew. Or at least that was what I thought at the time. I didn't say anything.

He pulled away and tugged me out of my chair and towards the ground. I didn't know what he was up to until he crawled under the table. I followed suit with an internal shrug. The second I got under the table, Oliver pulled me into another warm embrace.

"What as that for?" I asked as I pulled away. I suppressed a smile. He smelled nice.

He held my face in his hands and looked directly into my eyes. "I am sorry that you got hassled you after they saw us at Hogsmeade." I would have raised an eyebrow because he sounded so genuine that it was weird. Before I could say anything, he kissed me. I forgot all about how angry I was with him a week ago, about what he had just said and everything else quite frankly.

I don't know how long we were under that table kissing but I know that I didn't want him to pull away. But he did. "Morgana," he began. I didn't want him to talk, I wanted to kiss him but when I leaned back in, he held me away. "Morgana," he said again. "Can I ask you something?"

I settle back into a sitting position. "You already did." I hated this, it was so awkward waiting for him to say something.

He took a deep breath and said, "Morganawillyoubemygirlfriend?"

"What?" I blinked.

He closed his eyes and said more slowly as though it was difficult, "Morgana, would you be my girlfriend?"

I blinked again. "What brings this about?"I honestly didn't know how to react so I did what I always do, stay calm.

"Because," he said looking down. "I like you, Morgana. A lot. I . . . can't really explain it."

"You want to make sure that I won't be claimed my some other slytherin," I said with a roll of my eyes. What is with boys and possessiveness?

"Yes . . ." he said, slowly looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

I may be a slytherin but no one can resist the puppy eyes of Oliver Wood. I looked away, thinking. "Alright," I said after a moment.

His reaction was delayed for a moment but once what I had said sunk in, he grinned like an idiot. Crazy Scott. "But," I said sharply turning to him. "I don't want anyone to know."

His face fell. "Why?"

Now it was my turn to look at him like he was daft. "Think about it, Oliver. Every gryffindor would want to hang you for treason and every slytherin would want to beat you to a bloody pulp or make me get quidditch information out of you."

"Good point," he mumbled. He turned to me as though preparing to say something and I shut him up by capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. I couldn't explain what drew me to him. Perhaps it was chemical, that is what I assured myself it was. Chemical lust. But oh how I enjoyed it. He returned the kiss with equal passion.

I pulled away and glanced at the clock. It was late almost curfew. I cursed under my breath. I scrambled to get out from under the table but Oliver grabbed my hand. "Where are you going so fast?"

"Back to my common room . . ." I replied slowly. What was he up to?"

He smirked. "Not without a fight." Before I could get away, he tackled me and started tickling me. I am insanely ticklish. You probably wouldn't have guessed it right? It is classified information that no one except Graham knows but then again, I know that Graham squeals like a girl when you tickle him. . . unfortunately so do I.

"Stop! Stop!" I gasped in between giggles.

"Make me!" he challenged.

I gasped for air quickly before grabbing him and pulling him down into another sweet kiss. He was surprised for about a moment before thoroughly contributing. I rolled him over so that I was on top. "Does that work for you?" I said with a smirk.

He smirked back at me and said in a light sing-song voice, "Morgana's ticklish, Morgana's ticklish."

I glared at him and kneed him in the stomach. I smirked and crawled out from under the table. He called after me and I glanced back when I reached the doorway. He smiled at me then rolled back over onto his back. A small smile crept onto my face as I left the library. I am still amazed the librarian didn't notice.

The next day after dinner, Derek and I sat down to work on our transfiguration assignment together. I slowly began to realize that I spend a lot time doing homework with him. It is nothing social. We aren't buddy-buddy or anything. But the fact that we do it at the same table, asking each other for answers, hit me just as I realized I needed to leave to go meet Oliver in the library.

I got up and started to pack my books as I quickly thought of a way to make a clean getaway. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"Out for a smoke," I said. Smooth, if I do say so myself.

"Nasty habit," he muttered and when back to his work. I quickly left the common room and hurried up to library. The lights were out and I was surprised to find that no one was there. Not even the librarian, because it was (duh) after curfew. But what I really mean was, there was no Oliver.

"Over here."

I turned around and saw Oliver leaning in the doorframe with rose between his lips. The shadows cloaked him and gave him a look of debonaire mystery. "Well, well, well," I said with a smirk/smile (take it however you want). "What's that for?"

He slid the rose from his mouth and said, "For you."

"Why?"

He shrugged and grinned playfully. "I thought I would be original," he said jokingly.

"More original than you think,"I said.

"Oho?"

"The only flowers I ever received was a batch of poison ivy . . . if that counts." I recalled the time when this ravenclaw boy sent me poison ivy because I didn't go to some dance with him. I don't exactly remember who or which dance. It was in fourth year.

Oliver grinned and put the flower in my hair. "Ew, Oliver spit," I said sarcastically with a straight face.

He pretended to get all huffy, "Well if that's how you feel about it then –" I cut him off by grabbing his collar and pulling him into a rough kiss.

So it continued a bit like this, for about a week. Innocent little surprises and meetings in the library. I didn't think about our relationship or what was developing between Oliver and I during those couple hours every night because frankly, I didn't want to. Subconsciously, I was quite happy living in utter naivety and still believing that there was nothing going on between us. But deny it all I want, there was something. I first really realized this, the night of our quidditch victory against hufflepuff.

Derek Bole and I were heros of the night. In a combined effort, Derek and I had taken out the keeper and given Diggory a mild concussion, allowing Marcus to the shoot at the goal like crazy and Draco to catch the snitch. We and the entire house was enjoying the opportunity for a . . . party I suppose you could call it. Now partying isn't something one would think slytherins would do. But it is. We do it with a vengeance when we have the chance. The guys go wild on butterbeer and fire whisky and the girls . . . do too I suppose.

I must admit that even I got caught up in the atmosphere. Marcus, Terrence, Graham and I, along with several other of our friends (their friends, my aquaintences) were playing a game of wizarding poker (A/N: I made that up out of my ass) with cigarettes and fire whisky around. I stayed away from the fire whisky because. . . after my butterbeer experience? No thank you to anything stronger. The cigarettes though, yes, I indulged in them, in great quantity.

After about the . . . let met think . . . tenth game, I glanced up at the clock. "Oh shit," I whispered. I was late to meet Oliver. I scrambled to get away from the table and I realized it was difficult because I had Marcus clinging to me. "Where ya goin' Morgana?" he said in an incredibly drunken slur.

I scowled, "Terrence!" I shouted over at him.

"Yeah?" he answered. Terrence rarely ever got drunk at these times of things. He never got drunk in victory as far as I know . . . only in defeat (cough last breakupcough).

"Get Marcus up to his room before he pukes on me," I said coldly.

"What do I get for it?" he asked cheekily. I knew he would do it anyways but was just being difficult.

"You get the pleasure of not having a black eye," I snapped.

Once I made it out of the common room, I ran up to the library. I wreaked of cigarettes but I somehow forgot this, when I saw Oliver standing in the dark of the library. He turned around and I rushed towards him. He pushed me away when I tried to kiss him. He had an angry look on his face.

"You're late . . . and you stink of nicotine. What kept you?" his tone indicated he wasn't happy. The one thing I have grown to like about his gryffindor personality is that I can usually tell his emotions by his tone.

"We beat hufflepuff," I answered cooly, taking a step back. I hope he didn't think I was intoxicated, because I most certainly wasn't.

"So you dove into cigarettes and fire whisky?" he snapped.

"I drank no fire whisky for you information," I said cooly. "Derek and I were the heros of the night and I didn't want Graham to drag me into having a good time."

"I didn't know you liked that sort of thing . . ."

"There's a lot of things you don't know, Oliver," I said coldly. "I happen to like playing poker with the rest of my house."

Oliver sighed, "Let's not fight okay, Morgana?"

I blinked. He had a point and I just felt kind of stupid. "We do fight to much."

He shifted his weight uneasily and I snickered. "Oliver, I know I smell and probably taste like cigarettes. I also know that is gross. I'll see you tomorrow."

Author's Note: Don't worry, this isn't the whole chapter, the second part will be up soon. This way it is just a bit more digestible. Sorry this took me so long!