It's a Rough Game Quidditch

RATED M

Disclaimer: Well, yeah, not mine.

A/N: So, yeah, I'm bored out of my mind. This chapter is the first of the eighteen games. There will be twenty chapers. Read on, ducklings.

Chapter Two

Week One

"Frederli stole the ball!" the announcer was screaming as Gioni zoomed high in the sky. Robert Greene couldn't see exactly what was going on in his best friend's head, but not long after he had the ball, a bludger knocked it out of his hand. The score was 40 to 100, and if they couldn't get the goals or the snitch they were screwed.

"Shit!" Debbie screamed, diving for the ball. The same bludger nearly took her out as well, but she gripped the ball firmly, scoring twenty more points. The Beater with red hair on the England team was really making her mad, Robert knew. If it weren't for the fact that thirty points later Mary caught the snitch, Robert could have seen her forget the game and give him a piece of her mind...or fist.

"We got it!" Mary screamed, getting bombarded by Brandon Lee and Fred Smith, the Beaters for US. "240 to 100! What a game!" Gioni and Cuyler Sloan, the Keeper, were both pulling Debbie out of the air.

"That little son of a bitch!" she was screaming. "We could have lost!"

"We won," Robert called, zooming over. "Chill. We can kick his ass later, after we celebrate."

After everyone touched down, Gioni went to the board to find out their place in the league so far. He came out looking winded, and slightly disappointed.

"We're behind France, Japan, and Bulgaria," he announced. We need sixty to be tied for first. France and Bulgaria are tied at 290." Robert, who saw the gloomy cloud over their heads, said, "Hey, we've beat 5 teams without even playing everyone. We take on Germany next week, and they spent this week sitting on their lazy asses. Now, boys and girls, let's go party!" The team cheered, all apparating to their homes to clean and change before meeting at the club.

Gioni saw Mary in the red dress, but he couldn't believe it was her. It was too hard to conceive. How could his best friend look so sexy? Then again, his other best friend, Robert, had always told them to pair up.

"You've had two drinks already?" she asked, strolling over to him and Cuyler. "Geez, who are you laying with tonight?"

"Why, I could ask you the same," he said, gesturing toward her dress.

"Ha, funny," she growled, sitting in between him and Cuyler. "Where's everyone else?"

"Debbie decided not to come," Cuyler said. "Something about losing her voice?"

"Rob's on the way," Gioni informed them. "He, Smith, and Lee decided to stop over to the, ah, men's club before coming."

"So they're the one's getting laid," Mary laughed, sipping her firewhiskey.

"Rob's more or less a chaperone," Gioni joked. "Unless a pretty blond passes him." Mary raised an eyebrow.

"They're coming later?" Cuyler asked.
"Said so," Gioni told him. He ordered yet another drink, and Mary continued to take hers in slowly.

"How can we party without our MVP?" Mary dropped her shoulders. "Deb really should be here. I mean, she was going to kick the snot out of that English kid."

"Yeah, and screaming lost her voice," Cuyler said, taking a swig. "I went to school with her. One time, she hexed this one guy, he was making fun of her because she's African-American, and she sent his ass into a toilet and beat him with her bare fists until the teachers found out. Three weeks of detention."

"She'll be fine." Gioni was watching Mary carefully. When she slouched in that dress, he had a perfect view. She straightened after a few moments, making Gioni sigh.

"Hey, there's the guys!" Mary perked up, running over to Robert and the two Beaters.

"Dude, I don't know why you quit sleeping with her," Cuyler commented, watching her link arms with Robert.

"It was one time," Gioni muttered, taking a long drink. "And Robby, dear son, had his turn with her, too." The two Beaters sat on either side of Gioni, each ordering a large drink with a big grin on their faces.

"Pretty blonds, men?" Cuyler asked, standing and clapping them both on the shoulder. He leaned down by Gioni and whispered, "We all can tell she favored you."

After a few more rounds, Gioni, almost drunk to the point of no return, stood, and said, "I'm going home." As he staggered toward the door, Mary and Robert both grabbed his arms as he fell.

"Dude, you are going to have such a hang over tomorrow," Robert muttered, and they apparated him back to his appartment.

"I'm just a little...soggy," Gioni slurred. "Just a little...snaggle...shit." He fell over his couch, landing on the floor.

"Wow, Frederli," Mary said, using her wand to pick him up and send him levitating into his bedroom. Turning to Robert, she told him, "I've got it under control."

"Under control? What the hell do you think under control is? And what the hell does snaggle mean?" Mary grabbed Robert's arm and tried to send him out the door.

"You know what I mean," she said. "I'll get him to sleep and then I'm going home, too. Okay?"

"Alright, just be careful," Robert warned, and with a pop he was gone. Mary slumped onto a chair, thinking.

Robert hadn't really let her and Gioni alone together, and after their little fling, she could see him trying to protect her. She hadn't meant to screw them both, it just happened. From the bedroom, she heard Gioni humming the Canadian National Anthem, and she had a mind to shove a sock down his throat. She sat there, waiting to hear his snores, before she left the appartment, confused.

WEEK ONE MATCHES

USA vs. England (240, 100)

Nordic vs. Bulgaria (40, 290)

Australia vs. Japan (140, 290)

Spain vs. France (90, 300)

Germany Break

STANDINGS

1. France 300

2. Japan 290

3. Bulgaria 290

4. USA 240

5. Australia 140

6. England 100

7. Spain 90

8. Nordic 40

9. Germany 0