Disclaimer: yep yep, Morgana is mine.

Author's Note: So some people got the reasoning behind Marcus kicking Morgana off the team right and others were a little dense but it will all be explained in this chapter. A lot of people wanted some Oliver/Morgana fluff. They will get it in this chapter. I warn people, this isn't exactly a fluffy story . . . at least not this part because of the set up . . . slytherin and gryffindor etc. Thanks again for the feedback!

Chapter Fifteen: Who Would Have Thought?

Oliver Wood was sitting in the stands, waiting to analyze the new slytherin plays as he did ever game for every team. When Lee Jordan shouted the name "Montague!" he expected to see Morgana fly out with her hair whipping behind her, looking gorgeous without even trying. He was shocked to see her brother, Graham Montague sailing out in her place.

Katie Bell, who was sitting beside him along with Angelina Johnson and George Weasley, gasped. Oliver instantly felt a pang of worry. What if something had happened to her? "I am going to get a better look," Oliver said hastily, getting up to his feet. "You know, make sure we aren't being tricked this time." He left before they could protest. Behind him, Katie's face was losing color as she watched the Montague boy make some pretty risky hits.

Oliver hustled through the stands trying to get a better look at Graham. While he had first been tricked by a polyjuice potion, he knew this wasn't Morgana . . . it just . . . he couldn't explain it. He just knew.

He was moving through a row when he heard some hufflepuffs talking behind him. "Yeah, I heard that Flint kicked her off the team."

"Why?"

"No idea. I think some slytherin was saying that she refused to date Flint, or was with another guy, or something like that."

"You eavesdropped?!"

"I didn't mean too!"

That was all Oliver needed to hear. He couldn't believe that Flint would kick Morgana off the team! He had to find her. He got out of the stands as fast as possible and ran towards the slytherin locker rooms.

I was still choking sobs with my face buried in my arms. Tears had yet to touch my cheeks but I was positive that my eyes looked as red as cherries. I head someone kneel down beside me and heard my name whispered, "Morgana . . ." I looked up and saw Oliver kneeling beside me. My eyes were totally glassed over with tears and I just fell into his arms. He just held me for a while, stroking my hair and whispering sweet nothings to calm me down.

Finally after I had stopped sobbing he asked, "What happened?"

"Marcus kicked me off the team," I said, unconsciously gripping his shirt.

"I'm sorry, Morgana," he said. "It's my fault."

I pulled away from him and wiped my eyes. "What do you mean, Oliver?"

"I heard some hufflepuffs saying Flint kicked you off the team because you refused to date him and he saw you with another guy."

"Oh god," I murmured.

"I'm so sorry, Morgana," Oliver said taking my hands. "I will kick his ass if you want, beat him to a bloody pulp if you wish! I will get every in gryffindor house and –"

I jerked my hands away and held my head with them. "It wasn't you, Oliver. I am pretty much sure."

"Then what else did you do that would make him want to kick you off?" Oliver said his face darkening.

I sighed and continued to cover my face with my hands. "Derek kissed me before the ravenclaw game last week."

"What!" Oliver exclaimed, leaning towards me sharply. "What type of kiss?"

"Long, hard," I said trying to recall how it was. Oliver was getting a bit red in the face and it was quite amusing so I decided to prod him a little bit, forgetting how upset I had been. "In short; fabulous."

"Morgana," Oliver said through clenched teeth. "Come here."

"Make me," I said with a smirk. As if I had unleashed something, he grabbed a hold of me and pressed his lips forcefully and pleasurably against mine. We rolled onto the grass with me beneath him. His tongue practically massaged mine. I pushed back against him with the intention of taking the dominant position, in doing so I also deepened the kiss. When I conquered Oliver and was on top, I broke away and said smugly, "I win."

He grinned devilishly at me. "Oh no you don't." He tackled me and kissed me so fiercely that I thought I was consumed by it. So this is the allure of gryffindors. The REAL allure. Their impulsiveness and rash behavior translates quite well into their . . . kissing style I suppose we could say.

When he pulled away, I was beneath him and I felt his hot breath on my face. I wanted nothing more than to lie here in eternal bliss but my I was too logical for that. I knew we couldn't there were more important things to deal with. "Oliver," I breathed. "Please get off."

His face fell but he complied. I covered my face with my hand. "I can't do this, Oliver," I said.

"What do you mean?" he said in a disbelief. "It seemed like you could just now."

"I can't forget you, Oliver," I looked at him with pleading eyes. "I want to, believe me, it would make my world so much simpler. But I can't."

"Then don't think about it," he scooched closer to me. "Let's just be together, no one has to know, if that's what you want."

I grabbed his shoulders and stared him in the face. "I would love to do that, Oliver. I really would. But my world is utter chaos right now. I want to get back on the quidditch team. You have no idea how much. My brother is head over heels for your chaser, so much so that I think he might jump off his broom if he saw her and Weasley kissing. I have to take care of him. I have to figure out what the hell is going through Derek's head and you –"

Oliver looked away. "And I complicate it all for you, don't I?"

The tone he used made me feel like the worst person on the face of the planet. "Yes . . ." I said in a barely audible whisper.

"I can't just leave you alone, Morgana," he said turning back to me sharply. "I can't just erase you from my mind. Your smell, your touch, your taste, it haunts me and I can't get rid of it. I am not about to just submit myself to such torture without so much as a promise of return from you."

"You sound like a love-sick fool, Oliver."

"I am!" he shouted. "I should hate you, Morgana. I really should. You have complicated my life more than you know. Before you all I cared about was quidditch and a quick lay. Girls like Aurora –"

"Was that your date to the Valentine's Day ball?"

"Yes," he said quickly.

"She was pretty," I said with a nod.

"Girls like her turned my head," he said blazing on through his confession of sorts. "But since you entered my life with your-your, I don't know what you did but somewhere along the line your invaded me. I am addicted to you Morgana and I can not, will not let you go that easily. Seeing you dance with Flint nearly ripped my heart out. I would have traded my position as keeper just to punch his face in. That feeling . . . I can't just let you go because you don't have the time for me."

I sighed, that was exactly how I felt. "If it is any conciliation, when I saw you enter the Great Hall with that girl, Aurora-right, I wanted to just to curl up into a ball and die. I even danced with Marcus to try and forget you. I tried dancing with Derek in the courtyard to forget you. I can't do it, but . .. There are other things I need to do first." he shook his head and looked away. "How about I make you a deal, Oliver," I said, turning his jaw to face me. "If feelings don't change by the feast before the quidditch finals, we will go together and let everyone know we are together again."

Oliver chuckled, "You know, Morgana. I really don't care who knows as long as we can be together. Really be together. You admitting you feel for me what I feel for you. So promise me that –"

"I promise," I said and kissed him. When I pulled away I had a cocky smirk on my face. "Sealed with a kiss."

He grinned, "That is too romantic for a slytherin."

I rolled my eyes, "Who said anything about romance."

He smirked, "I did." He kissed me and a few seconds later, I heard the announcement blare, "Slytherin wins!" we broke apart immediately and looked towards the pitch.

I looked back to Oliver. "I have to get to the team."

Just as I was about to leave he grabbed my hands and pulled me towards him, into his embrace. "You go bitch Marcus out, okay?"

I looked at him strangely, "Why . . .?"

He smirked at me in his sexy Scottish way. "Because you look really cute when you're mad."

I should have said something but I could only manage a small smile. "Will do, Oliver."

When I met the guys in front of the locker room, I noticed that Marcus didn't look cocky until he saw me. Once he laid eyes on me, he put on this fake face of triumph. The other guys seemed to bear the face of a so-so game. Adrian looked really uncomfortable and I didn't even want to guess why.

"How was the game, Graham?" I asked, leaning against the wall.

"Fine," he replied dully.

"You could have played better," Terrence whispered to me.

"Is there a reason you are blocking our way, Morgana?" Flint asked me.

"Yes there is," I replied and walked towards him. "I want to know if Graham played as well as I could have." I got really close to him as I said this.

"He did," Marcus seemed to force the words out of his mouth.

"Oh really?" I said with a raised eyebrow. "Did he take Diggory off his broom or break the bones of the chasers?" when he didn't respond. I smirked, "I didn't think so."

"Oh shut up, Morgana," Marcus snapped at me. "You aren't as good as you think you are."

"I could kick your ass, Flint," I said, spitting out his last name.

"You wish, Montague," he retorted. "You are nothing but a girl in the end."

This infuriated me and I totally didn't see Oliver standing beside the seats looking ready to pounce on Marcus. I didn't really think, the next thing I know, I have a fist cracking against Marcus' jaw. He was knocked backwards holding his chin, "Fuck, Morgana."

"Nothing but a girl, eh?" I said pushing him back against the side of the locker rooms. "I wouldn't be surprised an idiot like you would say such a thing. You see, Marcus, I have always thought you an okay guy. But really I thought your understanding of quidditch overshadowed the fact that you are a chauvinistic bastard." I threw another punch into his gut, turned on my heel and walked away. "See you guys in the common room later." They were too stunned to say much except Adrian stuttered at the he would see me later and as I walked back to the common room, I saw Oliver holding his hand over his mouth and practically convulsing in fits of triumphant silent giggles. Perhaps gryffindor-hood had rubbed off on me just a tiny bit. Who would have thought?

That night I mostly stayed in the slytherin commons, nursing my neglected cigarettes. Word had spread like wildfire throughout the school of the turmoil going on amongst the slytherin quidditch players. Amusing really.

I was still extremely pissed off at Marcus. Hitting him in the jaw had really made me feel a bit better. I sat with my legs swung over the opposite arm of the large, plushy chair. Only a few candles lit the common room and the silver light that came in through the curtains highlighted my smoke clawing upwards in the air.

"Why hello, Marcus," I said with a smile that was vaguely snakelike. "How are you?"

"Fuck off, Morgana," he grumbled as he walked into the common room and flopped onto the couch. His jaw was red and slightly swollen.

"Ah," I mocked as I took a drag. "Did your day not go as triumphantly as you had planned? People got word that you no longer have your fabulous beater, didn't they?"

"Morgana . . ." he said turning towards me. "I'll make you a deal. I will let you back on the team if . . ."

"If what?" I said blowing smoke up into the air.

Now it was his turn to have a serpent smirk. "If you date me."

I sneered at the idea but did not throw it out of the pitch. "For how . . . long?" it was an effort to say the last part.

"Till the end of the year."

I snorted a chuckle and took a drag. "Oh yes, Marcus, like that will ever happen."

His smirk didn't disappear. "Then kiss your uniform goodbye."

I looked at him. Anyone else would have stared and let their jaw hang down. I was doing that in my mind. I debated the pros and cons as fast as I could in my head. The thought I dwelled on the most was what about Oliver? Then an idea ran across my radar and a smirk across my lips. "Alright, Marcus. You have a deal."

Author's Note: oooooo what is going to happen next? What does Morgana have up her sleeve? I love slytherins because they are so cunning! They are so much more interesting. Anyway, I love the feedback, makes me feel good and you get fast chapters like this! Honestly, if you give me feedback it comes back to you in the end. Example, the romance in this chapter! Was it enough by the way? Anyway, hope to see you all in the next chapter!