It's a Rough Game Quidditch

RATED M

Disclaimer: Harry is not mine, okay? Nor is any of his friends.

A/N: So, Mary just told Gioni she's preggo! :O, I wonder what is going to happen next? Hmm, let us read and find out!!!

Chapter Fifteen

Week Fourteen

"Gioni, that's a mighty bump on your head," Fred commented when the team next saw what was their captain. He had been with Mary all week, confirming her suspicions. Once they had tested her, he spent time on his own, coming to terms with what they--what he had done.

"I fell," Gioni laughed. "I'm just Captain Klutz this week, I guess." He started fiddling with the chalk board in the USA teams' locker room, waiting for Rob, Cuyler, and Debbie to get there. Mary was sitting by herself in a folding chair, flipping through some of Coach Potter's notes, and Fred and Brandon were playing some form of tic-tac-toe with their wands.

"You fell?" Potter asked. "That must have been quite a fall. Perhaps we should pull you after the first few minutes." She was smiling, but everyone, including Wood, could feel something in her voice.

"I'm fine," Gioni stated as the others came in. Gioni stared at his team before his usual speech began. "Well, we've made it this far at the top spot without losing. Let's keep that streak.

Rob, Deb, I'm going to challenge you today to score more goals in your life than you ever have. Fred and Brandon, I challenge you to knock out as many of those croissant-lovers as you can. Cuy and Mare, you both have my faith one hundred percent. You two save the game. Any questions?"

"What will you be worrying about, Cap'n?" Fred asked.

"You lot," Coach Wood said. "You win this one, I'm buying an entire keg for each of you. Hands in, 'bourbon' on three." The team put their hands in and chanted, Mary catching Gioni's eye. He nodded toward the shower and when the team filtered out they slipped back there.

"You okay with being out there?" Gioni whispered, holding her delicately.

"I'll be fine," Mary mumbled into his robes.

"But what if a bludger..." Mary pulled away and looked at him. "Mare, I'll kill the son of a bitch that kills our--" There was a beat in the conversation.

"You were about to say our baby," Mary smiled. "Gi, I wanna keep it. I know we weren't exactly trying, but I want it." Gioni rubbed her back.

"You'll have to give me a little bit of time to get used to it," he stammered. His face grew flush. "Let's go before Ginny beats us with her clipboard."

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"And Mary Singleton catches the snitch! USA wins, keeping their top spot on the charts!" The announcer was going insane, as were the team. They cheered loudly in the air, before landing in one big clump near Debbie, who had been taken out of the game early on (coincidentally by a bludger on course for Mary).

"You were all brilliant out there," Gioni growled, panting from the exertion he had given. "Brilliant."

"More than brilliant!" Wood shouted from the edge of the group. "Fucking fantastic!"

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Mary was playing a game with Gioni. She refused to speak in English, and was now determining where to kiss him next as they lay entwined on his bed.

"Am, stram, gram. Pic et pic et colegram. Borre, borre, ratatam. Am, stram, gram."

WEEK FOURTEEN MATCHES

USA vs. France (270, 20)

Germany vs. England (250, 10)

Spain vs. Australia (160, 50)

Japan vs. Bulgaria (220, 70)

Nordic Break

STANDINGS

1. USA 4320

2. England 2210

3. Bulgaria 2180

4. Japan 2080

5. Spain 1770

6. France 1650

7. Australia 1620

8. Germany 1570

9. Nordic 1310

A/N: "Am, stram, gram..." is like the French "Eenie, meenie, minie, moe." Vote and review!