It's a Rough Game Quidditch
RATED M
Disclaimer: To you, from me, but not 100 mine to give.
A/N: Okay, last chapter was rather...sexual...and I think it's not going that way for a long time unless the story calls for it. Thank you to all who read.
Chapter Five
Week Four
"You freaking know what the hell I mean!" Robert shouted, putting his face in Gioni's. They were back home, in their tent, preparing for the match against Australia in a few hours.
"Maybe you don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Gioni screamed back. Debbie and Mary sat off to one side, each biting their lip in fear.
"Well, maybe the next time you decide that you're in charge, you shouldn't go around screwing your players!" Robert cocked his fist, ready to hit the captain. Fred and Brandon grabbed his arms, holding him back. Gioni then took his rage and began to advance on Robert, cuing Cuyler to seize him from behind by the shoulders.
"Fine!" Gioni hollered, pushing Cuyler off of him. "You're in charge, Greene! I'm out!" He stormed out of the tent, leaving his teammates to stare at each other.
"Why did you do that?" Mary asked, sounding calm. She looked up at Robert.
"Why did you do him?" Robert shot back.
"First off, just because I had his robe, it does NOT mean I screwed him, and secondly, how can we play a match without the full team? We don't have time to find a replacement OR Frederli! And beyond that, I think it's NONE of your business what or whom I do! It's not like I'm a freaking pet where you need to keep tabs on me!" She stood, fighting the urge to leave. They needed to find Gioni, and win the match, before worrying about this drama.
"Whatever," Robert growled, shoving the beaters off of him and sitting.
"The game's in two hours, guys," Debbie announced, standing next to Mary. "Let's split up. Unless he was smart enough to apparate, he's around town somewhere. Fred, you and Brandon go look in that club he likes. Cuyler, go check out his appartment. I'm going by the other usual places. Be back fifteen minutes before the match. And you two," Debbi rounded on Mary and Robert. "Stay here in case he comes back, and while you're at it, work on this problem you two have." Robert watched them go, staring down at their shoes.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Mary asked, falling into her chair. "We've just lost Gioni! How can you lose someone? Is there any reason you had to bitch him out? And while I'm asking questions, why do you even care?"
"Just forget it for now, Mary," Robert said. He turned away from her, and she decided not to pursue it.
The team was back, but there was no Gioni. The referee came in their tent and informed them that if Gioni was not back in ten minutes, the game was a forfeit. Debbie had taken to beating on Robert, swearing at him the entire time.
"You bastard!" she shouted, pounding on his chest. He openly allowed her to hit him.
"Debbie, let him go," Brandon said, trying to take her off of him.
"No!" she shouted, continuing to punch her fellow chaser. "We have to lose to freaking Australia, and it's his fault!"
"Debs, stop," came Gioni's soft voice. He stumbled into the tent, and Debbie stepped away from Robert. The team, except Robert, stood in a line, waiting to hear what their captain had to say. "Let's let the crap die. Robert, whatever you feel, I can understand, and we'll sort it out. Let's take care of it AFTER we crush Australia. I want us to be that team we are, with no holding back and beating them a hundred plus. Okay?"
Robert stood, holding his hand out to shake Gioni's. They shook, and Debbie said, "Let's kick some ass."
Debbie was hit just before Mary caught the snitch. Cuyler caught her as she went down, and before the team could celebrate their win, the Healer made sure that their third chaser was in working condition.
"320 to 30, you're freaking kidding me," Fred said, as the team waited around for the reports from Europe.
"We're still in first!" Gioni shouted, coming out of the coaches' tent. "Let's go celebrate!" The others ran ahead to their team tent, while Gioni and Robert stayed behind.
"Mary's right, man," Robert admitted. "It's her life, and even if you were really screwing her, it's none of my business." Gioni clapped him on the shoulder.
"Thanks, bud." Robert smiled.
"Now, let's go get drunk into a coma!" Gioni exclaimed, and they headed off to the showers.
"Well, Captain Frederli," Mary said, kissing him goodnight outside of his appartment. "We have them fooled for now."
"Go rest up. We'll be back over on the other half of the world before we know it," Gioni told her, forcing the thoughts the alcohol was giving him out of his head.
"Yes, sir," Mary mocked, turning and apparating. Gioni wished for one second that he was following her, but turned into his own appartment, collapsing into a chair.
WEEK FOUR MATCHES
USA vs. Australia (320, 30)
England vs. Nordic (230, 100)
France vs. Bulgaria (40, 280)
Spain vs. Germany (0, 170)
Japan Break
STANDINGS
1. USA 1160
2. England 700
3. Bulgaria 660
4. Australia 580
5. France 450
6. Japan 420
7. Nordic 420
8. Spain 370
9. Germany 370
A/N: By the way, readers, if you start commenting with your favorite team on the Standings list, it may sway how things turn out in the end! :) Hearts and love!