A/N: First, and foremost, everybody (I almost wanted to start calling you guys "Little Monsters"—following Lady Gaga on Twitter is definitely taking its toll), I would sincerely like to apologize for being more than a month late with my new chapter of this story. I must admit that it is difficult keeping to the standard which has been set, that being, that Marcus is a bastard, and Katie is, well, a Gryffindor, and as I wrote the third chapter I have found myself deviating quite frequently, hence the delay. Secondly, I would like to thank everyone for reading and reviewing. This was my first fanfic and every review has been wonderfully motivational. Thirdly, don't be afraid to contact me if you think that my story needs work. I don't do Twilight so I don't bite.

Now, I know most of you are wondering exactly what Marcus and Katie are going to do to ruin things for Mr. Wood. In real life, there are not many ways in which one could fully ruin a man. Marcus and Katie manage to do exactly that. Feeling your stomach turning? You should. *Evil laugh*

Oliver Wood could have been a top student. Deep down, he knew that if he'd paid more attention to his studies, he would not have had to stay at Hogwarts over the Hogsmeade weekend for extra lessons. It was not really like he cared, though. All the extra information was forgotten the second he set foot onto the quidditch pitch. That's really why he preferred being at school anyway. Although he loved all the joke shops, sweets, and sights, as far as he knew, Hogsmeade did not have a quidditch pitch.

The thought of being stuck at school for the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend was somewhat unsettling, however. The Sunday evening marked their game against Ravenclaw, and rumour had it that league scouts were going to be present on that day and the next morning, for the Slytherin/Hufflepuff game. He had to acknowledge the fact that his team were falling apart, and it was probably his fault. Had he not cheated on Katie with Alicia... no, had he not dated Katie in the first place, none of this would have been happening. He would have thought that she'd been mature enough to maintain the professionalism in her game but helping Flint obviously meant that she was out to sabotage him on the field. He could not allow that to happen. Would it be too cruel to rule Katie out of the next match, though? She was an excellent chaser and deserved as much a chance to be scouted as everyone else did. But if she threw the game, it meant his entire team's failure. He wondered if he should confront her about what had happened, and at the same time, whether it was not time to give one of his reserves a chance to play. They were all extremely good at assisting in goal, but none would actually go for it themselves. Just ruling her out would spare the awkward conversation, and she would understand it as punishment for her previous actions. Any captain would have done it without missing a beat.

Something did not look right about Angelina when she had told Katie that practise times had changed. She was awkward and jumpy, and it was as if her words were not really connected to what was going on in her head. While Katie wondered what the hell was going on, she dismissed it as a case of exam stress. Angelina was in the year above Katie's, and her OWLs were looming, which meant that now she was especially disorientated seeing as though her game had to be at optimum, as did her grades. "So the scout thing is true, right?"

"Yeah," Angelina replied. "We're the only house that really know about it though. McGonagall gave Wood a bit of a tip-off."

"If McGonagall knows about it, then how don't the other Heads?" Katie asked. Angelina shrugged.

"Ask no questions, hear no lies."

Marcus now believed that Katie Bell was not just pretending to be dumb. Her allegiance was like having a little lost kid tailing you to the strip club, yet he couldn't ditch her seeing as though she was his only insight into the Gryffindor locker room. Yes, he knew that there would be a scout at the games, and yes, he had been training especially hard and keeping a close eye on his opposition's game. He also knew that Katie would be dropped from the first team because after the last game, no Gryffindor really knew where her allegiance lied, and they were right to think that way. Right now, he was staring at Katie with an astonished expression on his face, and he was wondering how to break the bad news to her. "Why would he give you only an hour of practise the week before a scouted game?" He started, hoping that she would somehow figure it out for herself.

"Maybe he wants more time to draw up tactics." She shrugged. Of course, Marcus thought to himself. She wasn't stupid, as he'd initially thought, but she was blonde, liked pink, and believed that vampires sparkle in the sun. She needed to figure this one out for herself, and he needed her to believe that from here on, he was not acting independently of her.

"Look. There's something weird about all of that so I'd investigate a bit if I were you. Just do some digging and come tell me what you find a little later. If he has some advantage that the rest of us captains are unaware of then I'll want to know about it." He tried to be as stern as possible but the situation was almost funny. Honestly, it was too easy. What would she find if she went looking through Wood's quidditch notes, other than a stronger formation, a new game plan, and another player in her place?

For Marcus Flint, Hogsmeade weekend was all about business. The head office of the family company was situated in Hogsmeade, and even though he was only to inherit about one percent of the fortune, he liked to know how business was going, so as to see how his share of the family's profits was swelling. On this day, however, he was attending to business of a different matter. "If it isn't the Falcon's number seven." Marcus Flint greeted Terrence Higgs with a firm handshake as the old team mates met up for drinks at the Hog's Head.

"As if you care." Higgs replied with the knowledge that Flint only cared about his life when he needed something. "Isn't this place a little public, Flint?"

"It is, I guess. It isn't a bother to me, though. Shit stirring usually requires an audience." He looked around at the disgusted looks on the other customers' faces.

"Shit stirring, huh?" Higgs snorted. "You haven't changed a bit. And you've dragged me into this because I guess you know about my affiliations with the Falcons' scout?"

"It wasn't too hard to figure out, I mean, you weren't a helluva player, yet here you are as their starting Seeker."

"Eat your words, Flint. You aren't my captain anymore, remember." Higgs grinned. "So, what's the story?" Both of them became aware of the quiet that surrounded them as everyone eavesdropped on their conversation. They didn't have to strain to hear though, because Flint didn't bother lowering the volume.

"If you were thinking about betting on the Gryffindor game, put your money on Ravenclaw." He practically announced.

"Why so?" Higgs smirked, amused at the dramatics of his former captain.

"Because," Flint paused for effect. "Due to some internal error, their tactics and formations seem to have leaked." Higgs could have sworn he felt his jaw hit the floor. How the hell...?

"Flint, how did you manage that?" He asked, his smirk now replaced by an expression of astonishment. Marcus laughed.

"For once I am not the bad guy." He replied, smiling from ear to ear. "As I said before, it was some kind of internal error, and Wood should have been more careful, especially if there was already evidence of espionage within the ranks in the previous match. Anyway, I have a team to manage, so there's the information, do whatever you want with it." With that, he downed the rest of his butterbeer and left the pub.