Disclaimer: I own Morgana . . . .why do you want her?

Author's Note: And here comes the 'war' part in the chapter. . . I love drama, don't you? I personally dislike romances where it turns out he liked her all along or visa vera, I think in real life it is much more complex than that and it insults the reader's intelligence to pass it off as such. There . . . my rant and perhaps a bit of insight into why I create the plot the way I do. Oh and I am terrible at writing action, game scenes to the quidditch description will be short and I am sorry if they suck.

Chapter Thirteen: All's Fair In Love and War Part 2

Over the next two weeks it got more and more difficult to keep my relationship with Oliver a perfect secret. For some reason, it seemed both Derek and Marcus were trying to spend time around me and I was running out of reasons to leave the common room. Also, Oliver practically begged me to come see his game against Ravenclaw. I had to hide out in the stands and hope no one recognized me. I think Diggory saw me, he and Chang are going out I think, and so the oriental ravenclaw seeker was sending me death glares the entire game. Afterwards though, Oliver and I went to Hogsmeade so he could pig out on candy.

But as for Derek and Marcus . . . it has been quite odd. Today for example. "Hey Morgana," Marcus called, just as I was leaving the locker rooms.

"Yeah?" I answered, turning around.

He placed his hand on my shoulders and looked at me with more sincere than I have ever seen on the face of a slytherin recently and said, "I am sorry for what happened the other night . . .when I was drunk."

I was surprised because it wasn't something I expected him to care about, much less apologize for. I had easily said, it was no big deal and he was insistent on having me help him with is homework. I told him to do his own fucking homework multiple times but he kept asking me questions to the point where I just did it so it would be over with. I also found it strange how nice he was to me. Significant difference compared to the beginning of the year and it was quite weird.

As for Derek . . . I don't know. It just feels different. It isn't as though is talking to me any more than he used to . . . it just seems he is around more. For example when Graham and I got into a heated argument over whether or not he could take my position in the next game. But it was Derek who said he should let me take the season. I didn't even know he was in the common room at the time.

Now that I think about it in fact . . . I am around the entire team as a whole more than I ever remember being before. Strange huh?

I think Oliver might be having some problems keeping his nightly excursions hidden from his gryffindor friends. I am just guessing because they seem to be hanging around him a lot more . . . similar to Derek, Marcus and the rest of the team.

Our next quidditch game was against gryffindor and tensions were especially tight. Today for example, Derek, Terrence, Graham and I were walking towards the Great Hall for lunch on Friday when we ran into the Weasley twins, Lee Jordan and Harry Potter.

The Weasley twins sneered at Graham and I first, "Montague."

"Bole," Lee said hatefully towards Derek. I never noticed it until now but everyone seems to have a gyrffindor hate-equivalent.

"Ready for the game, Potter?" Graham said with a wicked grin. Leave it to my brother to corrupt little third years.

Fred shoved him slightly. "Why bother intimidating our seeker when you don't even play, your sister does."

I stepped closer to Fred. "Oh your right my brother doesn't play but that just means you ass is kicked twice as hard.

Fred smirked at me. "I don't hit girls, but since you aren't one, I don't think that will be a problem this game."

Derek was the first one to grab Fred collar and threaten him. Terrence pushed George away from helping his twin and Graham tripped Jordan when he tried to come around them.

"Let go of them!" we all looked up to see Johnson shouting at us and flying down the staircase. Behind her was Oliver, Bell and Spinnett. Oliver's expression was pleading.

"Come on, Derek, guys,"I said not looking at them. "We have better things to do with our time." Derek threw Fred back towards the gryffindors and the four of us left.

That night, Oliver and I met in the library and he was playing lightly with my hair while we sat on the floor. "Thank you," he whispered.

"For what?" I asked sleepily.

"For not letting Bole kill Fred."

I yawned, "Derek listens to me, it's no big deal."

"Derek?"

"Oh come on," I said with a role of my eyes. "You call your chasers by their first names, I call my team by theirs."

He didn't say anything for a while. "Why can't we tell anyone about us, Morgana? Why can't anyone know that you're my girlfriend."

"Stop sounding as though I am holding out on you," I grumbled and slowly scooted away from him.

"I just want everyone to know that you and I are together . . . I don't like hiding."

"You gryffidors are so honest," I said my expression twisting in the dark. I knew why it bothered him but at the same time I couldn't understand how.

"But Morgana, why not?"

"You know why, Oliver," I said with a yawn. "The gryffindor girls would butcher me alive, the slytherin guys would kill you, and then your gryffindor friends would wage war on the guys, it would be chaotic warfare."

He pulled me into a warm embrace and whispered into my hair, "But still . . . I don't like watching all those slytherin guys flirting with you."

At this comment I pulled away. "Okay Oliver, now that was just too mushy. No one in the slytherin house, hell, no one period flirts with me!"

He pouted, "I flirt with you." I glared at him and then he became serious again. "I think every one of those guys on the team flirts with you."

I rolled my eyes, "Please Oliver. I am the most undesirable slytherin girl."

"Then why did Bole defend you?"

"I will ignore that, that comment implies that you didn't want someone to defend me, but I believe it is because we are apart of a team and you insult one, you insult everyone." Oliver grumbled and I rolled my eyes.

A couple of days later, Dumbledore had made the official announcement that we were having a valentine's day ball next week. That had become the event that Graham had to take Katie to and I smirked in delight when he had come storming into the common room, completely frustrated.

"God damn gryffindors," he swore. I was the only person in the common room at the time and I was about to go meet Oliver.

"Oh dear brother," I teased. "Are you having trouble with our little bet?"

"Fuck you," he hissed at me. "Where are you going so fast?"

"Nicotine calls," I said as I went through the portal. I heard him shouting words at me that signified how he didn't believe me.

As I walked up to the library, I knew the game with gryffindor was only two days away and therefore, I wasn't too surprised to see Oliver poured over some plays. When I saw his pensive look, he seemed the most attractive male being in the world and at the same time, I didn't want to go near him.

"Hey Oliver," I said.

His head jerked up and he said in a very unenthusiastic voice, "Yeah, Morgana?"

"We have a game –"

"I am aware," he snapped. "What do you think I'm doing right now?"

I glared at him, "Well if that's the way you're going to be about it, I will just aim to kill all your players instead of asking which one you really wanted me to spare." I turned and stormed out of the library.

All those feelings of quidditch rivalry that I had tried to bury since this secret affaire began suddenly boiled to the surface again. I had allowed myself to forget he was the quidditch obsessed do-gooder, heart throb of gryffindor and I remembered how long I had despised him for those reasons. The memories of sitting in the stands and watching my brother play in his games and practically living within his moves. The memories of being completely invisible to him for six years came flooding back. I had known about him, all about him, as long as I can remember he was the gallant gryffindor captain, the one we all hated and he knew nothing of me, the sharp-tongued montague girl living in the shadow of her brother as true to the term as one can get.

I stopped on the staircase, suddenly consumed by a single and possibly the most complex question. Why? Why did I care? why did he care? why me? Why him? Why should I bother? Why . . . I held my head in my hands as I realized everything I had built up in my mind was falling apart at the seems and I tumbled down into the pit of slytherindom.

Day of the game. Don't get me started on how wired everyone in slytherin was. Well, wired in their own way. Everyone was whispering, gulping down butterbeer, caffeine and cigarettes and that wasn't even the team! Flint was repeating plays and what not while we all sat in silence, awaiting our orders so to speak.

"Morgana," he said to me, he still doesn't call me montague, get's me too confused with Graham who is present at all these things by the way. "I want you to take care of Wood and the chasers, Bole, you take Weasleys and Potter if you have time." We nodded.

On the way out to the pitch, Graham whispered to me, "You aren't going to hit Bell right?"

I smirked at him, "I won't injure your pretty little gryffindor too badly. She'll still be able to serve her function."

He paused for a second staring at me, "Wow, Morgan . . . that was the bitchiest thing I have heard you say recently."

I snarled at him, "Let's just say I've had a change of thought." That was a complete lie. I was far from change or choice rather. I was so confused that I was lucky to be standing up straight. I was no where along in the deciding where or why things stood between Oliver and I or frankly, the guys I was surrounded with right now.

When I saw Oliver flight out from the locker rooms with his team, I had a queasy feeling my stomach. He didn't even look at me and I avoided his gaze at all costs. But as they say, when you are lost, kick it on back to what you know. And what I know is that nowadays, when they call Montague, it isn't for my brother, it's for me and that means it's time to kick ass.

I didn't have time to record my thoughts in all the frenzy of the game so after Jordan reluctantly said into the mike, "slytherin wins." I tried to piece together what I could.

Marcus had practically torn up the chasers so I didn't need to do too much. I mean between him and Adrian and Kevin . . . the new plays kicked ass. However, I do remember it being quite amusing when Johnson kicked (yes literally kicked) Kevin off of his broom. I think is five girlfriends started crying.

Derek kept the Weasley twins on their toes and most of their bludgers were aimed at Marcus anyway. I think Oliver must have had something to do with that. Derek after Jordan had announced our victory had hit a bludger towards George who got a bloody lip.

But before I forget, let me describe to you the winning stretch, I was apart of it in fact. Flint had shouted at me to preform play # (hell if I remember). But it meant he gets the quaffle from adrian, then I chase around bludgers, then take out and keep the opposite team off of his tail. So I was zooming all over the pitch, which was quite difficult, smashing bludgers so they barely stayed behind Marcus, keeping Spinnett or Johnson from gaining. By pure accident, one of the bludgers got Johnson's broom and sent her tumbling towards the ground. The noise and scream (I would scream too so I can't degrade her much for that one) had distracted Oliver for just a second and Marcus was able to score. Next thing I knew, Derek had hit Potter's broom and Kevin and Adrian had smashed the third year into the stands. Draco caught the snitch and we all sailed down.

Oh and if it sounds like I am only describing the good things, there was a lot of bad things about the game as well. Bell cornered me when she grabbed the quaffle and I almost fell into a pit of gryffindor first years. I think one of them tried to spit at me. Adrian got hit by a bludger and Terrence was knocked out of the goal a few times by Fred Weasley.

When we all came to the ground the boos from gryffindor and the cheers from slytherin were evident to my ears. The next thing I knew, Derek jumped off his broom and was spinning me around in delight. "Whoa!" I said in surprise and when he put me down he pulled me into a tight hug.

All of the guys were ecstatic and I didn't understand why until it hit me, this match was an indicator of the quidditch cup and to have beaten gryffindor so early on was . . . unheard of.

Kevin gave me a man hug . . . even though I'm not a man and ran off to his hoards of admirers. Adrian tackled me followed by Terrence and Graham. I looked up and couldn't help but smile at how ridiculous they were being. I saw Marcus standing above me. "Marcus! Help me!" I said with a smile and reached up to him. "You guys are fat," I growled as he pulled me out of the dog pile. Adrian stuck his tongue out at me.

"Morgana . . ." Marcus said behind me and spun me around. Before I had time to figure out what was going on, he was giving me a full-on passionate kiss. I would love to lie and say that Marcus Flint was a terrible kisser but . . . that would be false. Marcus' kiss reminded me of the second time I had kissed Oliver. It was still humble. I am not implying that Oliver is cocky, even though he is sometimes, but he knows I will meet him in the library every night. Marcus doesn't have the security of knowing I will even speak to him every day.

Before I could finish my thoughts the kiss was broken and we were all celebrating on the way to the locker rooms. I did not see Oliver's scowling and angry face until he came right up beside me and growled, "Meet me on the pitch in ten minutes."

I did not like that tone and it made my blood boil. I changed quickly, hoping to get out before they guys started dancing in their underwear or something like that to celebrate. Who knows what guys do when their alone?

By the time I got out to the pitch, no one was there, except Oliver. He was covered with sweat and it darkened his tan skin. He wasn't looking happy. His eyes were unusually narrow and as his "girlfriend" I should have rushed to him right? Should have apologized for our win and tried to make it up to him or some other feminine guilt thing. I should have felt guilty shouldn't I? Knowing how obsessed he is with quidditch but let me say . . . I wasn't we won our game and I wasn't going to apologize for winning something I wanted.

"Morgana," he growled. "What was what?" if he wasn't he going to speak directly I wasn't going to do it for him.

"That game!" he shouted. "You almost killed my players! You nearly had the twins, potter, Angelina and Alicia killed!"

I remained calm. "Derek made most of those hits."

"They were still hit!"

"I played the game, Oliver. What did you expect me to do?" I shot back.

"Couldn't you . . ." he looked as though he realized what I had just said, but I was too confused and angry at that confusion, there was no way I was going to let him off the hook.

"Couldn't I what, Oliver? Did you expect me to woo Marcus, Derek and the rest of my team to treat you nicely?"

"You didn't have to try and murder us!" he shouted.

"It is not my fault!" I shouted. "You know how I play quidditch and you should damn well know that I won't change it because we are "dating"," I spat.

"And what was that all that at the end of the game?" he asked harshly, I could tell he was trying to control his temper and failing. Rash gryffindors. "Bole? Pucey? Higgs? Bletchley? And what was that kiss with Flint!"

I sighed, "Oliver, they were ecstatic, Flint was overwhelmed with the fact that we won and everyone was just happy."

"Happy?!" Oliver exclaimed. "Slytherins aren't happy!" I did not like that comment at all, rash or not. "And more over Morgana," he said darkly. "You didn't push him away."

"Oh please, Oliver," I said with a roll of my eyes. "You are acting like a child. I didn't expect it."

"First you don't want people to know about us then you are kissing Marcus Flint in public!"

"Why do you care, Oliver?" I shouted. I couldn't help it, all my confusion poured out. "Why are you even with me? Why when for all I know you are banging every girl in gryffindor tower, you could to."

"Well god knows with that display you showed the entire audience, I am sure the slytherins are banging down your door, undesireable slytherin girl, my arse."

"What makes you think I of all people would do that?" I challenged.

"You accused me first!"

I threw my hands up into the air and growled in frustration. I turned to leave and I caught a glimpse of all the guys exiting the locker room just before Oliver grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"Come on, Morgana. You can't just walk away from this. We have things to work out, things to talk about."

"Why do you care so much?" I shot back.

"I just do!" he shouted. "If I could stop, I would!"

"What's going on?" My face fell slack as Oliver's did. I felt the presence of all the guys behind me. "I said what is going on?" It was Marcus who was talking.

"Nothing, Marcus," I said, watching Oliver's expression harden as he glared at Marcus. Wow, he really hadn't been as angry as his voice had seemed.

"It doesn't look like nothing," Derek said in an angry voice. He pulled me away from Oliver. I was surprised for a moment because I never imagined Derek to be so . . . protective.

"What are you doing with her, Wood," Marcus growled.

"I am not doing anything, Flint," he snarled. Oh god, I smelled testosterone.

"What's going on, Wood?" Fred Weasley, George Weasley, the chaser girls and Harry Potter practically appeared behind him, they moved that fast from the locker rooms.

"What trouble have you brought this time, Montague?" Spinnett snapped at me.

"What do you mean what trouble, Morgana has brought?" Adrian said.

"I mean the fact that she is always with Oliver," Spinnett said harshly.

I looked to Bell who seemed to be at conflict with whether or not to say something. She didn't need to.

"Not since this bastard beat her up," Marcus said gesturing to Oliver.

"What!" Graham shouted with such force that his voice almost cracked. He pushed past Terrence to get to me. "What happened?"

"Wood beat up your sister," Kevin said with wide eyes.

"Morgana!" Graham shouted and looked at me. I looked away.

"I didn't beat her up!" Oliver protested. "We were on a date and she ran out of Hogsmeade."

"What?!" all the slytherin guys, as well as the twins and Potter exclaimed. Graham looked at me with a jaw completely open, searching for an answer.

"It's true," I muttered. "We were on a date." I stressed were.

Graham looked at Oliver with more hatred than I have ever seen in his eyes before. "You hurt my sister." Before anyone could stop him, he had tackled Oliver and started to beat the shit out of him. I saw a lot of blood flying and I was torn between whether I wanted it to be Oliver's or Graham's.

"Stop it!" Bell shrieked and she rushed to pull my brother off of her captain. Oliver was a mess and the skin on Graham's knuckles was splitting.

Marcus and Derek looked like they were about to pounce on Oliver while, Kevin and Terrence looked as though they were about to rip the Weasley twins to shreds. I took a deep breath. "For Christ's sake, all of you!" I shouted. Everyone stopped and looked at me. "It wasn't even Oliver's fault for what happened. It was those fucking gryffindor chasers who kicked the shit out of me last month!"

Everyone looked at Johnson, Spinnett and Bell. Leave it Fred Weasley to laugh at a time like this. "Nice job, girls!" he raised to give them a high five but failed because Terrence kicked him in the balls. Adrian grabbed Terrence as Fred crumpled.

Graham looked from Oliver to Katie and his face twisted in a mix of disgust, anger and disbelief. "Katie . . . ? You . . ." when she nodded and looked away, it was obvious that she was indeed a gryffindor.

"Wait, Graham," Adrian said, "why are you calling Bell by her first name?"

Kevin laughed, "Is she your girlfriend or something?"

I sneered, "Yes Graham, tell them."

Graham pulled away from Katie and practically shoved her back towards the rest of the gryffindors. "I thought she was but I was mistaken." He sneered at her and I think Bell actually looked hurt.

"Come on boys," Marcus said, not bothering to make the statement politcally-correct. "We're done here," he kicked Oliver once more and we all turned, except for Kevin who watched our back. Derek pushed me up into the front of the group and we all walked to the common room.

When we got to the common room, I collapsed onto the couch and covered my face with my hands. I just stayed there until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I dropped my hands and looked up to find Marcus standing beside me, alone by the way.

"Yeah?"

"Morgana, do you want to go with to the Valentine's Day ball?" he appeared slightly nervous.

I really didn't care at that point. Too many things going through my head. "Sure, whatever," I replied and buried my face into a pillow.

Strangely enough, the next week, I found myself going to a dance I didn't want to go to, in a dress I didn't like, on the arm of a guy I really wished was someone else.

Author's Note: I hope you all liked that chapter. Don't worry, things will look up eventually. Trying to keep this as realistic as possible . . . not to mention interesting. Oliver will stop being an ass! I promise! Reviews make me happy! Make me want to post faster! hint hint anyway, see you all later!