Disclaimer: okaaaaay getting redundant.....

Author's Note: Alright so people are very eager to know what Morgana is up to some people even want Marcus to be a victim of my little pony and Hilary Duff.... while I can't do something that cruel. I will do my best to fit ... marcus angst/pain into my plot.

Chapter Sixteen: We All Want What We Can't Have

Over the next week, getting away from Marcus proved to be a bit harder than anticipated. He didn't actually tell anyone I was his girlfriend, a clever move, but he would but his arm around me in the common room, walk with me and other subtle things. I hated how he was being smart about this. It was hard to find an opening to get away in. I had actually started to avoid places where Oliver would be so he wouldn't see Marcus and I and get the wrong idea.

One night, I came in from my own personal training, since I wasn't officially on the team, guess what I couldn't practice with them. So I had to work on my own. I found Marcus sitting in the common room, alone, looking particularly smug.

"What happened to you?" I asked in a dull tone as I wiped the sweat from my brow.

"You look really good, Morgana," he said, getting up and slowly coming towards me.

I rolled my eyes and took off my training robe, "You have the weirdest tastes."

"No, it is just you." He moved to kiss me and I pulled away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He smirked at me, "We're dating remember?"

"You have yet to take me on a date," I said flatly, "and call me old fashion but I don't think you're supposed to kiss anyone til the second date."

He chuckled, "You, Morgana, of all people, are the least likely to be old fashioned. You dated a Gryffindor after all."

"At least he didn't con me into dating him and actually took me on a date," I snapped.

Before I could react, he took a hold of my face and pressed his lips to mine. Surprisingly, he didn't add tongue. Marcus's lips moved very well, another surprising thing because, many people including myself, see his teeth and expect he sucks at kissing. He didn't. I hated that.

When he pulled away he looked even smugger than he did. "Now, you can not say you didn't like that."

I kicked him in the shin, "Bastard." Then I walked up to my dorm.

One day about a week or two after Marcus and I made the deal and the day of our quidditch tournament against ravenclaw, Marcus had still not allowed me back onto the team. I was walking back towards the dungeons after breakfast to mope and have a few smokes, when I ran into Oliver.

"Hey there, gorgeous," he said as he walked towards me. I smirked, he was looking good. His skin was getting tanner as the sun started to show itself more and because it was the weekend, he was dressed in a muggle shirt and tight muggle jeans that gripped him right around his cute butt . . . don't tell my parents but the muggle way of life is quite relaxing and mix it with magic and you have no worries. Besides . . . I would turn muggle in an instant if I could see Oliver dressed like this 24/7. "Why haven't I seen you around?" he asked.

"Have you been looking?" I replied.

"Acutally, I have."

"You'll have to look harder than," I said with a sneaky grin. I pulled him in for a kiss. He returned it with favor.

"I missed that," he said, a smiling spreading across his face. "Are you playing in the game today?"

I gave him a flat look. "You know, you don't listen very well."

Oliver's face fell, "Oh yeah. Is Flint still being an ass?"

"Yes," I growled.

He grinned at me coyly, "Do you want to skip the game?"

I thought for a moment, "You know they would notice if I wasn't there." Internally I knew that Marcus expected me to be there. In all honesty, I was surprised when he of all people pulled the innocent romantic gig. I mean . . . I had spells prepared for the worst let me just say but . . . he was very sweet but at the same time, he was a big bastard . . . could I say sweet bastard and still make sense? Wait . . . he was inconsistent, now that I think about it. He his a major ass, then shy, then sweet. Bastard. Plain and simple. So, how about a little personal payback.

"Sure, Oliver," I said with a smirk. "Where do you want to go?"

He thought for a moment. "How about a . . . picnic!" he said it like it was a big deal.

I laughed, "You are so muggle." That is something that slytherins will say to eachother nonchalantly, assuming everyone is pureblood and what not. It isn't a major insult just you know, a joke, yes it is possible. We joke. It never occurred to me that it might be offensive, until Oliver looked offended.

"My grandparents are muggles and my sister's husband is a muggle."

"Oh," I said making a small circle with my lips.

"Is there something wrong with being a muggle?" he asked, his tone getting darker. Uh oh, I really didn't like where this was going.

"No, it's just – "

"What slytherins do."

"Well I'm sorry we aren't as politically correct as you gryffindors," I grumbled.

"Maybe you should just go catch the end of the game, before we get into a fight."

"Oh yes," I said sarcastically, "Time to run to those girls you have fawning over you by the dozen. They will never say anything against you, they will love everything you do and faint over everything you say."

"What is wrong with you today, Morgana," he asked looking at me.

"I am really stressed out," I lied. "I desperately want to get back on the team, before the championship game."

He smiled at me and gently stroked my cheek, "It's alright. I understand. Go catch the rest of the game. I have got to work on some plays up in the dorm."

"Thanks," I gave him a quick kiss.

He pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear, "Come with me to the championship feast?"

I blanched. Time had flown by so quickly. That feast was in three weeks, then school was over. I had to figure out what to do and fast. I wanted to go with Oliver but at the same time I had to get onto the team again. I would probably have to go with Flint. Shit . . . quidditch or Oliver? "Maybe," I lied again. I gave him a kiss before I hustled back towards the pitch. Deep inside a felt a little bad about lying to Oliver. I wasn't really stressed out. Flint was getting to me.

When I got the pitch, the game was still raging on. I climbed up into the stands and sat down next to Draco's little third year girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. She turned to me, "Are you really dating Marcus Flint?" she asked with wide eyes.

"How did you find out?" I asked testily.

"Draco was talking about it."

"That little shit," I grumbled.

"So it's true?"

"Yes," I said running my hands through my hair.

She looked at me puzzled. "Then why were you with Wo –"

I shoved my hand over her mouth, cutting her off. "It was nothing. Don't you dare say anything or I will tell Draco you're cheating on him with that third year Blaise Zambini." Good job thinking fast there, Morgana. Parkinson nodded and then I removed my hands.

"This is so wicked!" she exclaimed. "I have a secret with a sixth year!"

"Shut up and watch the game,"I growled.

We won, naturally. I was barely paying attention. I kept thinking about Oliver and the future. Not future like tomorrow or the day after but how I was going to handle the whole feast thing. If I went with Oliver, then I would be completely betraying my house and team. If I went with Marcus, Oliver would think I was double timing him, which I technically am. But I have one more year here . . . he doesn't.

As the stands cleared I stayed where I was. I wasn't in the mood to go wait for the guys in the locker room much less humor Marcus by going to him. If he wanted to see me or talk to me, he could damn well come here.

"Hey Montague!" I looked down to see Roger Davies shouting up at me with cockiness he didn't deserve.

"What that you or your brother in the game? You look so alike I can't tell!" he smirked.

"Fuck off, Davies! You can't tell the differences because you can't even tell a quaffle from your ass!" That shut him up and he huffed off.

I placed my head in my hands and rubbed my temples. "Morgana!" I didn't lift my head. "Who is it?" I shouted.

"Marcus! Jesus! Can't you tell?"

"What do you want?" I snarled at him.

"Come down!"

"If you want to see me then come up!" I wasn't in the mood for his games.

"Fine! I will!" I didn't hear him and actually forgot about him until someone put their hands over there eyes.

"Guess who," a voice whispered in my ear.

"Who?"

"The best kisser in Hogwarts."

"Oliver Wood," I said with a smirk. "Definitely the best kisser in Hogwarts."

I could see him scowling, "We shall see about that." He spun me around and pressed his lips against mine. It was good but Oliver was better, when I told him, I am sure he thought I was joking so he continued to kiss me. I pushed him away. "God damn Marcus, you still haven't treated me like a girlfriend yet you expect perks. I think not. Goodbye Marcus." I had actually intended to walk away but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him.

"Know you don't," he said with a smirk.

"Yes I do!" I said and as I tried to get away it became a bit of a game. I think I was a bit lonely or else I wouldn't have let myself pretend Marcus was Oliver. It was nice. Because this Oliver, wasn't marred by gryffindordum, quidditch rivalry, horrid tricks between our houses or threads of petty differences hanging between us waiting to argued over. It was like fantasy and I, foolishly was more than willing to indulge in it. That is the sad thing about growing up a slytherin girl, you are in the house because you are ambitious, cool and introverted. Rarely are girls of slytherin blood warm and fuzzy. But many are so starved for affection that they marry the wrong people and have too much pride to get a divorce. I, like them, enjoy affection but girls of slytherin house are about as knowledgeable and clued into affaires of the heart as hufflepuffs are to the ways or the world. It's in the blood of our powerful fathers and calm, cool mothers who were once like us but have grown to accept it.

Finally, I told Marcus he stank and for him to go take a long shower. He complied and I started my way back to the castle. I walked up the stairs and was on my way to the Great Hall to get a snack when I saw Oliver standing on the grand staircase looking very angry.

"What was that?" he hissed.

"What was what?" I asked.

"You and Flint," he snarled, "making out on the pitch."

"We weren't making out," I said sharply.

"Sure looked like it. Are you two timing me with the slytherin captain? Are you that desperate to get back on the team? Is that why you won't go with me to the feast?"

I winced at how he was so right on more than I would have liked him to be. "It's not like that, Oliver," I lied through my teeth. "He bribed me into it," well that was true too. "If I dated him than I would get on the team before the championships."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" he asked coming towards me.

"Because I didn't want you to know, Oliver. These little problems are mine not yours."

"Their mine if they keep me from being with you!"

"Oliver, please," I said trying to get him to keep his voice now.

"No!" he resisted against me. "I want people to know that I – " I shoved my lips onto his and silenced him with a rough kiss with a purpose of mostly shutting him up. But Oliver returned it passionately, pushing me up against the wall and practically massaging my lips with his.

A giggle reached my ears and my eyes shot open. I shoved him away and held a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. I looked around. I saw no one but once again I heard a girl's giggle. Oliver looked at me like what the hell was I thinking.

"Some slytherin boy has taken a fancy to a . . ." I listened for the giggle again. "Ravenclaw girl."

He gave me a side glance. "I just know," I said. "Stay here," hissed and then creeped over to the stairwell where the giggle was coming from. I had expected to see Kevin or at the very least Derek but I had surely not expected to see Marcus kissing the neck of some Ravenclaw girl.

"Marcus!" I exclaimed.

He jumped like two feet away from the girl and looked at me with eyes full of guilt. "M-Morgana. . ."

"So this is how you take a shower eh?" I said unimpressed.

"Uh, Morgana I can explain," Marcus said trying to search for an answer.

"Then by all means do explain," I said folding my arms across my chest.

Marcus ran a hand through his hair and the Ravenclaw scampered off. "It wouldn't have worked out between us anyway, Morgana."

"You were the one who blackmailed me into dating you."

"Yeah I know but . . . don't take this the wrong way, Morgana but you aren't as attractive as I thought you'd be."

I snorted a chuckle, "Whatever you say Marcus. So now you'll still let me out of the deal and be on the team, correct?"

"Hell no," he said with a laugh. "I still want to see the look on Wood's face when I come into the championship feast with you on my arm and besides, you are a good kisser."

The smug tone in his voice made my blood boil. The pride that I had suppressed and the anger I had from thinking I would actually get my spot on the quidditch team back like this, broke the surface. "Fuck off, Flint. The deal is off. I refuse to degrade myself down a troll-like level such as yours." I was standing on the stairs, looming above him so it made my statement even more powerful.

"Using Gryffindor style insults, has Wood really left such an impression on you?"

"He kisses better than you do."

Marcus laughed again and I wanted to strangle him. "Oh get over it, Morgana. You act as though he is waiting to date you again. Why can't you see it? He will never date you. You aren't dateable. You are too cold-hearted and downright masculine to date. Wood, as disgusting a man as he is, would never date a slytherin girl like you. Even if he did, it would never work."

I sneered at him, "Fuck you Flint. Fuck you."

"Kiss your quidditch position goodbye," he said with a smirk.

"Fuck you!" I shouted and stormed away. Oliver say me as I came back and ran towards me. I didn't stop, I kept going out towards the pitch, then the bleachers and collapsed, and buried my face in my hands. Oliver sat down next to me. "What wrong, Morgana?" he asked for about the fourteenth time.

I didn't answer him. I was too engrossed in my thoughts. I had to solve this. Flint was right . . . we would never last. I mean, he is a gryffindor heartthrob, I am a cold-hearted slytherin. He deserves someone better. Wow, me, being considerate. But when I look at him, I realized I wanted him. I really wanted him.

"Nothing, Oliver. Just found Graham making out with some girl. Had to yell at both of them."

Oliver smiled at me, "That sounds like you." He swung his legs up onto the bleachers and rested his head on my lap.

"So Morgana," he said in his sexy Scottish accent, what do you want to do after Hogwarts?"

I shrugged, I had never really thought about it. "I want to play quidditch I guess. That would really piss my parents off."

"Which team?"

"Any team, farther away the better," I said with a small smile.

"I want to play on Puddlemere," he said with a wide grin.

"I could have guessed."

I absent-mindedly ran my fingers through Oliver's hair and we continued to talk. "So what's Montague like?" he asked.

"You mean Graham?" I replied. He nodded. "Um, he is my twin brother. He is testosterone driven and is often a flaky to everyone else in the world except me. We are pretty close I guess. He is pretty ambitious but not greedy. He can occupy himself pretty easily. He is clueless when I comes to girls beyond understanding mutual lust. A.K.A his dilemma with Katie Bell."

"Whoa, they were together?" Oliver said surprised. "So that was the other guy George was talking about. What happened?"

"They had a secret relationship that was actually formed because of a few dares but about the time when I fucked it all up with you, he screwed up with Bell. Moped around for about a month, hell, I still think he likes her."

"So that was why Katie was so depressed before George asked her out," Oliver said stroking his light stubble.

"Do you think he still has a chance with her?" I asked.

"No," he said. "It is muddy waters. She isn't completely over him but isn't in a position to be sucked back to him easily. It would take a lot of effort and with George around, nearly impossible I would say. Personally, I don't think slytherins are ones to challenge the impossible."

"Only if we have to," I said, without having what I said really registering in my mind.

"Morgana!" I looked over the edge and saw Graham shouting up to me. I straightened up so it would look like Oliver wasn't laying on me. "I have been looking all over for you! I heard what happened. Don't worry Flint's a bastard anyway!"

"Thanks Graham!" I shouted, wishing he would go away.

"I'm coming up!" I couldn't really tell him not to without giving something away.

"You have to hurry," I hissed at Oliver.

He nodded, "Alright, but only if I can take something with me." he gave me a passionate kiss on the lips before running down the opposite stairs of the bleachers. I watched him go and my eyes didn't leave him until Graham sat down next to me.

"You really like him don't you?" he said, gesturing to Oliver who was unsuccessfully trying to be stealthy in getting back to the castle unseen.

"I am such a masochist," I said rubbing my temples.

Graham patted my shoulder, "I know exactly what you mean. We all want what we can't have."

Author's Note: Okay, how was that? I hope it doesn't seem too depressing. The next chapter will be the last chapter. gasp. There will be an important sequel to this don't worry but what I want to know is do you want a separate link for the sequel or have me just continue on this thread? I love feedback, questions, comments, it all makes me feel good and helps me give you a better story. Anyway, see you in the next chapter!