It's a Rough Game Quidditch
RATED M
Disclaimer: Really, not mine...
A/N: Alright, this story isn't going so well right now, but I'm going to keep writing, just in case. Please give suggestion if you read. It means a lot if I know what you are thinking. Thank you and hearts and flowers!
Sorry I haven't updated in forever. I had a friend die, had to house-sit, and work, work, work, but one of my jobs is out for the summer so I have time now.
Chapter Four
Week Three
"Compared to Germany, Japanese people are so polite," Debbi commented. The game was less than forty eight hours away, and the team lounged in Gioni's room. Mary sat on the desk in between Robert and Brandon; Fred leaned against the wall with his arms crossed; Gioni paced around, occasionally sitting on a chair by the desk; and Debbi sat on the bed with Cuyler, as she had become accustom to.
"You're telling me," Mary added. "The only thing they probably won't do is forfeit. Besides, Captain Frederli's getting very cozy with that Kira Suzuki." Gioni sat, staring at her.
"What the hell?" he asked.
"Please, you wink at her constantly and last night you guys kept glancing at each other when she was here." Brandon was agreeing with Mary almost automatically.
"It's called common courtesy," the captain groaned. "Learn it. Use it. Remember it." He began to pace again.
"Chill, man," Robert said. "We're just teasing." Gioni ran a hand through his hair, he knew very well that his best friend was upset.
"Whatever, guys," he muttered. "Who wants to go for a quick fly around the field?" He stopped by the closet, grabbing his broom.
"I'll go," Debbi offered, standing.
"Me, too," said Mary.
"That's all right, I have some letters to send to home," Robert growled, getting up and pushing past Gioni.
"Bastard," Gioni whispered. Then audible, "Anyone else? Cuyler? Smith? Lee?"
"Nah, we've got ah, friends, ah, coming to our appartments later," Fred studdered. He looked down, and Debbi smacked his shoulder.
"You two are such hornballs," she moaned. "Cuyler, you coming?"
"Def," he said. "I don't want to be around when the lady friends show." He lifted his wand and summoned his broom. The girls did the same.
Once up in the air, Gioni flew with the carefree spirit he had while he had been on the school team. That had been years ago. Robert had always been a chaser at his side, and Mary had once caught the snitch in thirty seconds. Gioni wanted to go back, but all the flying in the world couldn't take him there.
"Hey, Frederli," Debbi called. Gioni spun his broom around.and turned to face his teammates. "Catch!" She chucked a quaffle at his face, and he just barely caught it.
"Are you losing your game, Cap?" Cuyler teased. "We can't have that!" Gioni threw the ball back, and watched Debbi and Cuyler whip it back and forth. Mary came to fly beside him.
"Hey," she started, and he began to fly a little way from her. "Hey, why won't you talk to me?"
"Why did you kiss me?" he replied, avoiding her eyes.
"It takes two to tango," she countered, catching up to him and grabbing his broom.
"I thought you didn't like me that way."
"What made you think
that?"
"You know."
"No, I don't, Captain."
"You fucked my best friend!"
"I fucked you first, Frederli!"
"You still fucked him, Singleton."
"I didn't mean to."
"How could you not mean to fuck somebody?"
"It was meant to be you!" she screamed, almost to the point of tears. Debbi and Cuyler had stopped their game and were watching the drama unfold.
"What?" Gioni whispered, and she pulled his head close.
"It was always meant to be just for you," she whispered. "I never meant to, but you weren't there." It suddenly hit him, what had happened.
"I was going to be there," he muttered. "I was, but Leeland had me stay after."
"After the game," she breathed. Then to the younger two, she called, "Let's go, show's over."
!!
Debbi and Gioni hit the dirt hard. The bludger had built up enough momentum to take them both out. Both chasers were sprawled on their backs in the middle of the field.
The referee called for a time out.
"Frederli, God damn you," Mary moaned. "When we said you should get hurt more often, we didn't mean it!" The Healer from the last match was back.
"Tsk, tsk. Well, you two are benched. Captain Frederli, I suggest you talk to your team," she grumbled. "And maybe consider substitutes." The remaining five gathered around Debbi and Gioni.
"Alright, here's the scoop," Gioni groaned. "We're almost tied up, 150 to 130. Sloan, I need you to guard the goal posts with your life. Smith, Lee, keep that bludger in your control. Greene, don't take the ball. Mary, catch that snitch as soon as you can."
"Ah, I get it," Cuyler said, nodding. "Give them false sense of security. Bushwack them when they ain't looking." The team looked at each other.
"So, what exactly should I do, Captain?" Robert asked with a coldness.
"Distract Takahashi, the seeker," Mary told him. "So she can't get to the snitch before me. Get in her way at all cost. Pretend you're guarding Tanaka or something."
Ten minutes later, Mary caught the snitch. The game ended at 300 to 130, USA.
!!
Gioni lay on his bed, waiting for the knock on his door. Instead, Mary just apparated in front of his bed, fully naked.
"Nice accident," she murmured, crawling seductively onto the bed. She pulled his shirt over his head.
"Just a scratch," he groaned as she stuck her fingers in his waistband, kissing his bare neck and shoulders. He moaned in the back of his throat.
"Oh, it sounds like just a scratch," she growled, removing the rest of his clothing. His hand wandered up to her breast, massaging it carefully.
"Quit...talking," he panted, covering her mouth with his. He pushed her onto the matress and held himself above her. His mouth started to slide down her neck, pausing to lick her nipples. His toungue trailed down her stomach, and she moaned as it ran past her naval and entered her. He pressed his hands on her knees so she wouldn't buck, and she grasped his black hair as she moaned.
He then trailed his tongue up to her neck, nipping at the tender skin. She still had her hands in his hair, and she was moaning his name louder.
She pulled his mouth away and forced him on his back, covering his member in her mouth. He groaned and grasped the sheets.
After they had finished their oral and had had their way with each other, Mary stole one of Gioni's robes.
"Do you believe me now?" she muttered, sitting on his bed with him. Gioni looked down and away.
"I guess I have to," he breathed. "I'm sorry, Mare." She kissed his cheek, saying a million things without saying words.
"I better get back," Mary told him, standing. "Deb's probably looking for me. She and Cuyler are so high school."
"What?" Gioni asked, stopping her.
"Please, if you haven't caught onto that by now, I don't know what to tell you," she said, and with that she was gone.
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WEEK THREE MATCHES
USA vs. Japan (300, 130)
England vs. Bulgaria (270, 50)
Australia vs. Nordic (180, 110)
France vs. Germany (110, 170)
Spain Break
STANDINGS
1. USA 840
2. Australia 550
3. England 470
4. Japan 420
5. France 410
6. Bulgaria 380
7. Spain 370
8. Nordic 320
9. Germany 200