Disclaimer: Morgana's mine, mwhahaha

Author's Note: well this was really going to be the last chapter and I would start a sequel but people said they wanted me to continue on this thread but I am still debating because the plot is going to change a bit.... don't want to give too much away mehehe. Also people want to know what her plan was and want to see Marcus more 3-D well let me just say, it will get better in this chapter and then in the sequel.

Chapter Seventeen: The Goodbye Girl

Sitting in the Three Broomsticks, one day before the championship quidditch feast/ ball or whatever they call it, the name changes I guess, sipping a fire whiskey, reflecting I guess. The big plan I had started out with when I agreed to that whole dating Marcus bit was to play him with Oliver and hit two birds with one stone, get my spot on the quidditch team and keep things fine and dandy with Mr. Wood. Chances of either of those were getting bleak. Graham had taken back to the team like a fish to water and with the championship match between (yes, you guess it) slytherin and gryffindor) house tension was at a near ultimatum.

When I say ultimatum I mean it to its fullest extent. Gryffindors were surrounding Oliver like a protective aura because he after all was the quidditch captain. When I wasn't alone, Graham kept me glued to his side, or Derek did, or Adrian. I got a lot of time to watch however, when I was constantly running around to get time alone, time with Oliver was out of the question.

I hadn't really realized it fully until I saw him, Oliver, laughing with some gryffindor girls after dinner. That sinking feeling was very... hard to handle I will admit. I wanted to hurt those girls, claim Oliver and let everyone know he was mine then . . . I realized that was how Oliver must have felt in so many situations. So that was why I walked away and said nothing. It was best for him to get over a slytherin girl like me. He gets over me, I get over him and then the world will be okay . . . I wish! That is why I am here choking down fire whiskey.

I heard some whispers behind me and I glared at the gryffindors coming through the door. Just as I turned back around I heard a familiar voice call my name. "Morgana!"

I held my head in my hands, "What, Derek?"

He sat down next to me, "What's up I have been looking for you."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh bet you were." I drank down a couple more gulps. Wasn't this familiar.

"What are you doing here," he asked.

"Getting piss-assed drunk."

"You can't do that!" he exclaimed.

"And why not?"

"Because tomorrow is the championship feast!"

"Oh like I am even on the team," I said, taking a drink to cover up a dry sob. "Besides, I have no one to go with. Don't even mention Flint, or I will kill you."

Derek dared to laugh at me. "Is that why you're here? Hiding out from Flint?"

"Fuck you!" I shouted.

He immediately put a hand over my mouth, "Jesus Morgana don't shout."

"Fuck you, Derek," I grumbled.

"Come on, Morgana, what is wrong?" Derek was getting closer to me and speaking more forcefully and I just wanted to be way more drunk than I was. "What is going on?"

I searched for a cigarette and thought about how to word what I wanted to say. "Derek . . . Have you ever wanted someone more than anything but you knew that you were no good for them, that you weren't worth them?"

He slowly nodded, "Yeah, I know the feeling."

I found my cigarette and lit it. "That is what I am going through right now."

He put a hand on my shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Morgana. But . . . you do know you have to be there or else –"

"I know, Derek!" I snapped. "It is a mandatory honor." I blew my smoke across the bar.

"Morgana," Derek began again, "um, you know you need a date . . ."

"Yes," I slammed my head against the bar on purpose.

"Well . . ."he began, "will you give me the honor of taking you?"

I looked at him, I hadn't exactly expected him to ask me, considering I was being the pinnacle of bitch. "I really don't think it would be a good idea."

"Morgana," he said making me look right in his eyes, "I won't let you go alone."

"Why not?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because . . ." he said looking for a reason, "I care about you, Morgana and I don't want to be in pain or alone or anything like that."

I must have had shock written all over my face because he hung his head, "I sound like a dork, don't I?"

I finally snapped out of my trance and shook my head, "No, no Derek. You sound so sincere. Are you sure you're in the right house?"

He shook his head with a small smile, "No, it's just you."

I grinned and took a drag, "Sure, Casanova."

"Hey I am being serious here."

"Sure," I said with a suppressed laugh. "You must really be on your last legs if you have to ask me for a date."

"Dammit Morgana just go with me!" he shouted in an anger responding to taunt than anything else.

I laughed, genuinely laughed and the weight was lifted, just like that. I guess it was all in my head or some bullshit like that. But I agreed to go with Derek and I didn't notice Oliver walk past the Three Broomsticks, with the Weasley twins and about five girls apiece each who made me look like Medusa.

The night of the feast I was struggling to get ready. Falling over myself and struggling with that foreign substance called makeup. I was really late to meet Derek.

There was suddenly a knock on my door. "Yeah?"

Graham stuck his head in, "It's me."

As he said this I had a hair tie lost in my loose locks. "What do you want?"

He came in and sat on my bed. "Why are you in such a hurry? It's only a stupid feast."

"I am late to meet Derek," I said. "Aren't you late to meet your date?"

"Don't have a date," he said with a little bounce.

"You, Graham?" I said surprised. I rushed to find the outer part of my robes when I tripped and fell on my face. I turned to glare at Graham but he wasn't laughing.

"Why are you going with Derek, Morgana?" he asked.

"Because he asked me," I growled.

"You want to see who Oliver is taking," he said with a know-it-all tone. Very juvenile. "You know you can't go with him so you want to see who he ended up taking. Your jealous. You want him."

"What the hell are you talking about, Graham? Didn't we already establish that a while ago? You're being redundant."

"You do still like him!" Graham said jumping up. I stared at him. "You have to get over him, Morgana! He most certainly has gotten over you. I mean honestly, did he ever actually ask you to go with him. Did he ever show any sign that he wanted you to go with him?"

I couldn't believe this, Graham was ranting and worse, his rant had me thinking. "Oliver has been begging me to go with him for months!" I shouted.

"But after gryffindor advanced at the final match got to be Slytherin and Gryffindor, did he ever ask you, face to face with go with him?"

"Stop interagating me, Graham!"

"Stop wasting your emotions, Morgana! It pains me to see you like this!"

I lowered my voice and glared at him, "See me like what?"

"The way you spend your days alone, away from us, trying to get away from your teammates, drowning yourself in butterbeer and firewhiskey whenever you can. I know you are still thinking about him. I thought you understood you will never have him! Get that through your head Morgana, he is a gryffindor, you are slytherin and you are two totally different people!"

I stared at him and his words pierced through my head. He made sense and I felt like I had been walking in fog for so long and all of a sudden it was no more. Also, subconsciously, I felt my heart harden. "What you don't get Graham, is that I am not on the team anymore," I snarled at him.

"You will always be apart of the team, Morgana," Graham said to me smile of family and a smirk between slytherins.

I smirked right back and grabbed my robe. "Let's prove it then." I threw on my robe and stormed out of the dorm.

"Hey Morgana," Graham shouted as he hustled after me. "You still have to explain waht the hell was going on with you and Flint!"

We met Derek at the bottom of the stairwell. "Wow," he said staring at me. He was dressed in nice black dress robes. "You l-l-look g-great, Morgana," he stuttered.

"Thanks Derek," I said with a thin smile. "Let's go."

We met the other slytherins and their dates, then descended into the Great Hall. I will never forget the feeling that buzzed through my veins as we passes the gryffindors. They were clustered together, the boys including Oliver, all had gorgeous dates and I will not deny even the Weasley boys looked good. All the gryffindors looked towards us and looks of disgust and anger cross their faces. When Oliver saw Derek, horror spread across his face. He and I locked one another's gazes and I didn't nothing, not so much as a smirk or a smile.

As the night went on, I avoided Oliver's gaze as best I could because at times, I knew he was looking at me. Madame Hooch introduced the gryffindor and slytherin teams, congradulated them etc. I was extremely pissed off and it showed on my face as Derek came back to his seat, he being one of the first recognized.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I am angry," I snarled.

"Why?"

"Because," I hissed. "Graham is up there getting recognition when I helped all the ass of this team to the championships."

Derek looked up at the team and nodded. "You're right. You deserve to be in the game."

"I will kill Flint someday," I said darkly. "I will make him pay for taking this opportunity away from me."

He looked at me. "On a scale of one to ten, Morgana, how bad do you want to play?"

"I worked all my life to get on this fucking team," I snapped. "You know! We played every day during winter break, even in the freezing cold. I have done it every year since I was twelve. I have worked my ass off to be a good beater and you ask me how bad I want this? On a scale of one to ten? A hundred!"

He just looked at me. "I am out of here," I sneered, leaving the Great Hall. On the way out I passed the teams and locked eyes with Oliver once again. I had to turn away. Knowing that all the pain and effort had created between Oliver and I was crumbling apart and knowing that my quidditch dreams were blowing away in the wind, was too much.

I ran myself a bath so hot that it made the room like a sauna and fell into it fully clothed and hoped the angst wouldn't make me sink.

The day of the game arrived and the team left to the locker room earlier than normal. Like two hours early. I didn't bother to go. I wasn't even going to go to the game. I laid on my bed in my pajamas and stared at the ceiling. Then the strangest turn of events occurred.

It was about thirty minutes after the boys went down to the locker rooms that I heard them burst into the common room. It sounded as though something was wrong. I crept down the stairs and looked down. Graham, Kevin and Terrence were hauling Derek into the common room and set him down on the couch. Derek's leg was bleeding and he looked to be in pain.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Bole!" Marcus roared at him. "Do you know what the fuck this means! You had to fall down the fucking stairs! Idiot!" My eyes widened in surprise, Derek was hurt, too injured to play it sounded like. The irony didn't even hit me. "We have no back up beater!" Marcus shouted.

"God damn, Flint," Derek said as he winced. "Just put Morgana in."

Marcus' face paled.

"Yeah," Adrian said backing up Derek. "Seriously man. Just put Morgana in."

"She is out of practice!" Marcus screamed. "She will throw us the game."

"Out of practice my ass," I grumbled.

"We will forfeit if you don't do something!" Terrence said. "Like do something now, Flint!"

I watched with interest as Marcus bended to the will of necessity. "Morgana!" he howled. I hustled back to my dorm and flopped down smugly onto my bed. "Morgana!" he continued to scream and I heard him thunder up the stairs. He burst open my door, "Morgana!"

I smirked at him smugly, "Yes?"

"What the hell are you wearing?" he shouted at me. Stress dripped off him like sweat. "Uniform! Now!"

"Why?" I asked as though I didn't know.

"You are playing! Get dressed!"

I pretended to think for a moment. "Hmm, no."

He spun around and nearly screeched. "What?!"

I stood up and counted on my fingers. "I don't see why I owe you anything. You kicked me off the team because you saw me with someone who wasn't you. You forced me to date you in false hopes of getting back on the team. Then you tried to get kicks out of it! You practically ruined my life and I don't think I owe you one damn thing."

Marcus looked a bit flustered, "We don't have time for this."

"Why?" I asked folding my arms across my chest. "We have all the time in the world because I don't care if slytherin forfeits the fucking match. I am not even on the team."

"We need you, Morgana!" he shouted at me.

"No, you need me, that is why you are here instead of everyone."

"What do I need to do to get you to play!" Marcus said clenching his fists so tight I thought his nails might cut his skin.

I smirked, he was exactly where I wanted him. I was going to ask him to beg but then, I realized this was y opportunity to get the answer that I had been wanting for months. "Why?"

"Why what?" he asked, unimpressed.

"Why did you kick me off and why did you want me to date you?"

"Oh," Marcus said making an 'o' with his lips. "Well I . . ."

"Well what?"

"I liked you, Morgana and when I saw you with Wood, I got pissed off. I was jealous and when I knew the one person in the world that I hate had you , it was a challenge to get you back."

"Liked? Past tense?"

"Once you became a challenge you really lost your appeal as a love interest."

"Marcus?"

"Yeah?"

"I just have one thing to say to you."

"First, are you going to play?"

"Yes."

"Then go ahead."

"GROW UP!"

Marcus winced. "Anything else, Morgana?" he said through his teeth.

"Yeah, tell Graham to get out of his uniform, it was my uniform most of the season."

He went down the stairs and I chuckled as I heard him shout, "Montague, strip! Now! We need that uniform!"

I was running down the stairs to meet the other teammates in the locker room and I was about to run inside when someone grabbed my arm. I spun around and was face to face with Derek. "Phew, Derek, I thought you might be someone else," I said.

He just smiled at me, "You belong in that uniform, Morgana."

I smiled back, he deserved it, "Thank you, Derek."

He pulled me into a hug, "Oliver really is a lucky guy."

I couldn't bring myself to respond and then it hit me. Derek wasn't limping anymore. He hadn't been hurt at all. It was all fake. I pulled away and stared at him but he just grinned, "Go! The game is about to start." He pushed me into the locker room and I grabbed my broom. When I lined up with the rest of the team.

Graham smirked at me, "Let's kick some ass, Morgana."

"Let's," I smirked back.

When Jordan called Montague, he stuttered it a second time, seeing there were in fact two Montagues playing. Graham and I flew out after both names were called and the gasp of the crowd was a great feeling.

When gryffindor flew out, the game commenced, Oliver and Marcus not even bothering to shake hands. I totally tuned out the crowd and all that existed were the bludgers and the players. Not the people in the positions, the players. I spotted the first bludger and raced towards it. I smashed it as hard as I could and grinned with pride. This was what I love. It didn't hit anyone but it was just a warm up after all.

"Hey Morgana!" Graham smashed as bludger towards me. "Take out Johnson!" I hit the bludger straight towards the dark skinned chaser and it hit her broom handle, knocking her off balance and allowing Adrian to steal the quaffle.

After a few more misses Graham flew up beside me. "We need to take out, Wood."

"I'll hit it towards you," I said. I subconsciously knew I wouldn't be able to get that close to Oliver without something weird happening.

"Alright!" Graham said and moved into position.

I chased down a bludger and almost got decapitated by the Fred Weasley. They must have expected me to retaliate because they high-tailed it around the pitch. I chased the bludger around the pitch and I was to far away from Oliver or Graham so I took a hard swing, aiming for Potter. Graham instantly moved to receive it in case I missed which I had expected to. But after I hit it, Potter moved to get the snitch perhaps but anyway, he moved right into the path of the bludger and I watched him fall off his broom. I almost felt bad for the guy, only a third year after all. But I didn't really have the time. There was a game to play.

"And Pucey scores for slytherin!" Jordan shouted. "Slytherin is playing complete offense! Even the Montague twins are on the attack. Wood is really getting a work out!"

One of the Weasleys took out Terrence at some point and Graham took to making sure none of the chaser got close to the goal. Adrian was doing a phenominal job as a chaser. I was constantly impressed when I saw him. The score kept climbing and I was locked in my own little world until Jordan shouted, "And Montague is down. After that risky move it looked as though he and Wood were both going down but Wood has reclaimed his broom and Montague bit the dust."

"Graham!" I shouted. He was sprawled out unconscious on the ground. I flew straight towards Oliver because the game was reallybeing played closer to the slytherin goal. "What the hell was that?" I shouted. "You nearly killed my brother!"

"I didn't mean to, Morgana!" Oliver shouted at me, looking around for slytherin chasers. "He shot a bludger towards me at close range. What was I supposed to do?"

"Not kill my brother!"

"What has been going on, Morgana!" he hollered at me. "You have been avoiding me for weeks! I thought we cared about eachother!"

"That has nothing to do with quidditch!"

"It has everything to do with quidditch!"

"Oliver look out!" Someone shouted . He turned just in time to see Adrian shoot the quaffle through the goal.

"We'll talk about this later!" he shouted and got back into position.

I got back into position as well and by the time the game was nearly a close, both weasley boys were unconscious. One was on purpose the other I accidentally slammed into the bleachers. but after what seemed like eternity I was perched on my broom, scoping out the game when I saw Derek in the stands, cheering my one. Then I looked to my brother lying unconscious on the ground, then I looked to Oliver who was drenched in sweat and stay in the game. That was when Jordan shouted, "And Malfoy catches the snitch! Slytherin wins the house cup!"

I was in shock, sitting there on my broom. The teams sailed down and the slytherin all celebrated. I went straight to Graham. "We won, Graham," I said and I thought tears might be pressing in the back of my eyes. I picked him up and swung his arm over my shoulder. Even with all the comotion of the victory, I carried him up to the hospital wing, intent on avoiding the spotlight. Why? I still don't know.

When Madame Promphery shooed me out of the hospital wing I saw a familiar figure coming towards me from the end of the corridor. It was Oliver. I spun around sharply and nearly collided with the headmaster.

"Ah, Ms. Montague," he said in his calm oldman voice. "I was just looking for you. Would you please accompany me to my office, there is a matter of particular importance that we need to discuss."

"Yes, Headmaster but shouldn't I change?" I said gesturing to my uniform.

"You are quite fine as you are. Now please follow me." He led me down the corridor and right past Oliver. Dirt was smudged across his face. We made eyecontact for only a moment before I turned away.

"What is this matter of importance, headmaster?" I asked as we entered his office. I was surprised when I saw Adrian and Snape there.

"I don't know if you realized this, Ms. Montague but there were scouts at the game today. The scouts from a quidditch team in America, the New York Yanks (A/N: so original, not) wants you and Mr. Pucey to play for them come fall. That would require you both leaving immediately for the United States to start summer training."

"Wait a minute," I said, eyes wide with surprise. "You mean, Adrian and I on a professional team, leaving this minute? What about school? I still have a year left and what of Graham? He is unconscious and what about my parents?"

"This is your choice, Ms. Montague," Snape said cooly. "You have taken enough courses and have the credits to graduate. What do you want to do?"

I was in deep thought. The what-ifs overwhelmed me for a moment. It really wasn't leaving Graham or my country that got me but the what ifs of Oliver. If I stayed it would make no difference. He would graduate and the drama would only continue if he tried to keep in touch, because he was that type of guy. I had to cut him loose. I had to cut myself loose. This was all I ever wanted and it wasn't like I would be alone, Adrian would be with me.

"I accept," Adrian said then he looked at me.

I took a deep breath. "So do I."

"Wonderful," Dumbledore said. "Your things are being packed by house elves as we speak and Professor Snape will lead you to the train."

On the way to the train, Adrian was gushing with excitement. "Can you believe this, Morgana? You and me! On a pro-quidditch team! Together! In New York City! This is going to be the greatest."

I nodded, "Mhm."

"Hey, what's wrong?" Adrian asked looking at me. "You should be ecstatic."

I snapped back to reality. "Oh I am, I am just worried about Graham that is all. I am sure he will be blue with rage when he wakes up and find that his sister is off to America playing pro-quidditch."

Adrain laughed, "I bet." then he continued to talk about how cool this all was.

I wasn't really worried about Graham as I got on that train. I was worried about Oliver. I won't lie and say I felt a bit bad. I was getting on a train and the last Oliver would ever see of me, would have been that brief eye contact we shared in the corridor. But it was for the best. He could move and I could move on. I didn't love him. Of course, as the train pulled away from Hogwarts, I forgot the key point that they always say about love. "Only if you truly love someone will you do all you can to let them go."

If I had one regret about everything, I guess it would be that I honestly never meant to be so cold.

END

Author's Note: Depressing ending I know. Don't worry there will be a sequel! Keep your eyes out for it! Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up, I have been busy and unmotivated. Anyway if anyone ever listens to the song by Crossfade Cold that song reminds me of Morgana and Oliver's relationship so far. I love feedback because I need a bit of motivation to get that sequel up! See you all in the next installment this story!