It's a Rough Game Quidditch
RATED M
Disclaimer: Until there is a new heir, JKR owns this.
A/N: Come on duckies, I want readers! Any of my former fans out there, what's wrong with my story? Should I just call it redunculous and call it a story? For those who may or may not be following this, this is just filler crap for the plot.
Chapter Seven
Week Six
"So, what, am I just some whore you mess with behind your BEST FRIEND'S back? Is that it? Why haven't you told anyone we're dating?" Mary questioned him at his apartment a few days after they beat Australia. "What the hell? Maybe I should be off with Rob or someone!"
"What do you fucking want from me?" Gioni asked. "You saw what happened when Robert knew, or thought he knew. I want to keep this team together! We have thirteen more weeks to go and then after the Cup is over--"
"Is that what this is about? This Quidditch Cup shit?" Mary's eyes clouded up. "I see, now." She turned to leave.
"Mary," Gioni called out. "I never meant--"
"You bet you didn't." She apparated out of the apartment.
"Gioni, talk to me, dude," Cuyler coaxed. The 'fearless' captain hadn't talked with any of his team since the night of the game. He had drank himself to sleep more than once, concerning his team members more than ever.
"Go to hell," Gioni spat at his door.
"That drunk, huh?" Cuyler asked, forcing himself into the bedroom. He was hit by the strong smell of alcohol, and the image of the respected Captain Frederli, lying on his bed in the same clothes he had been in the week before.
"Get out, Sloan," Gioni growled.
"Get sober, Frederli," Cuyler laughed. "Get up, get a shower, and let's talk about this."
"Make me," he replied.
"With pleasure. Levicorpus." Cuyler sent Gioni into the shower, spraying him, clothes and all, with ice cold water. Then he set the older of the two on his feet and used nonverbal spells to shave his face, comb his hair, and brush his teeth, finally forcing him onto the couch.
"All right!" Gioni shouted. "I'll talk, okay?" He reviewed the fight and included several of his thoughts.
"Man, you need some serious apologizing. I suggest flowers, a night out, and make sure you sort this out. We need you guys, and not just for the team," Cuyler said. "And this is the last and only time I am cleaning you up. You're on your own."
"And that's what's been going on between us," Gioni was explaining to Robert. "If you hate it, you hate it, but I don't want it hidden. She's not happy and neither am I. So go ahead, curse my head off, make my ears shrivel up, whatever." Robert shook his head at Gioni.
"I told you, it's your lives, I'm just part of it," Robert said. "Go to her. Now."
"You promise?" Mary asked. "No more secrets, no more hidden kisses, none of that?"
"No, Mare," he whispered, gathering her close. He kissed the top of her head, stroking her hair.
"Good," she said, pulling him by his waistband. "Because I missed this."
"Are we all ready for Aussies, boys?" Gioni asked. Debbie coughed. "And girls?"
"Yeah!" the team shouted.
"Let's go get 'em!"
WEEK SIX MATCHES
USA Break
England vs. France (40, 300)
Bulgaria vs. Australia (150 tie)
Germany vs. Nordic (60, 180)
Spain vs. Japan (40, 280)
STANDINGS
1. USA 1680
2. England 960
3. Bulgaria 930
4. Australia 800
5. Nordic 800
6. France 750
7. Japan 700
8. Spain 590
9. Germany 520