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Sexy When Pissed

The game going on was a brutal one, the superior skills of the uniformed players getting them nowhere only because of Christopher. The werewolf was extremely fast and his instincts sent him in the right direct at the pivotal moment again and again to their extreme vexation. The rest of Christopher's team was trying of course, but they were obviously outmatched and were only winning by one goal thanks to their goalie's mad skills. If they were being honest the one shot they'd gotten in had been a result of the lousy visibility brought on by a quick squall at the start of the game that had had all of them unsure at first that the ball had even gone in.

"They're all going to get sick." Andromeda stated from the stands, shaking her head at the stupidity of men. "Still damp from that rain, pushing their bodies this way, and dressed inappropriately for the weather on top of everything else." The sound she made low in her throat said plainly that she thought none of the boys had a lick of sense.

Teddy consulted his pocket watch. "Well in another five minutes they should be calling for a break, Grandmother. They can get dried off a little then."

Stopping in the midst of formulating new insults that she had yet to hurl at the opposing team, Flora turned and hurried to stand in front of her father. "They're gonna have a break in five minutes? They'll stop playing?"

Teddy nodded, feeling a sense of impeding doom when a smile he knew very well spread across his daughter's face. It was the smile her mother got just before she cold bloodedly tore someone to shreds.

Making a decidedly evil, very Black sound of glee Flora hurriedly made her way over to her mother's bag, rooting around in it before she pulled out the large, hard covered anthology of Robert Munsch stories she'd insisted she just had to bring with her. Clutching the book against her chest the little girl hopped down the stands with a look in her eye that spoke of great anticipation.

Gellert watched her with interest, leaning forward in his seat. "Oh this is going to be good."

Albus looked at the retreating Flora and then shot his lover a questioning, slightly worried look. "What do you think she's up to?"

"I don't know…but it's going to be good."

"Do you think we should make her stay with us?" Victoire asked her husband, even though she was very curious as to what her darling baby was up to and didn't believe in restraining her daughter if the intended victim deserved her wrath. And since Jordan was on that field….

Visibly torn Teddy looked over at his grandmother questioningly.

The smile that slid across the older woman's face was also pure Black. "Let her go. Al, Michael and Christopher will make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble."

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The whistle blew to signal that it was time for a break, Al silently giving thanks even as he prayed that he wouldn't just keel over into the muddy pitch and die. Damn but he hurt everywhere, it even hurt to breath at this point. He was going to have more than a couple bruises and having Jordan so completely show him up was just icing on his unhappy cake. Of course he would totally own the jerk if they were playing Quidditch, but that did little to soothe his ego for the moment. Thank the powers that be that Christopher had agreed to play with them or there'd be no point in continuing to play.

"Time to head in then." Mickey wheezed out as he braced his hands on his knees, thinking it a sad thing that at twenty one he was already too old for this. As a fellow wizard he wasn't the football playing type, but he was Jordan's cousin so he knew the game and had wanted to help put the bastard in his place, hence him recruiting Al and playing against his cousin. "That guy with Albus is the one he's dating, then?"

"Yup, so don't hit on him or you're dead. Not joking." Al got out, eyes narrowing when he sensed a familiar presence coming towards him, the bastard twirling the ball around his finger just to piss him off.

"Now don't you two start." Mickey began, moving to stand between the two, holding up his hands palm up to both of them. "Bloodshed is only allowed during the game and even then it should be avoided. However much someone might deserve to be trampled into this fucking pitch." He added with a warning look in Jordan's direction.

"Go somewhere else, Cous. Let the adults talk." Was Jordan's suggestion.

"If only the adults are staying shouldn't you be the one leaving?" Al shot back, though his temper, for the moment, was reined in well enough. He didn't want to lose it in front of his family again, especially over someone like his ex. And Scorpius was here. "Now I for one want to get out of this shirt and into something dry so if you'll excuse me…"

Showing the speed that made him so lethal on the pitch Jordan was at Al's side in a flash as the other man started towards the bleachers. "Want some help with that, Luv?"

Al's eyes were cold, green ice. "I thought I made it clear to you by now that you'll never have the privilege of removing my clothes, ever. And why you're so obsessed with it is beyond me given how you like to brag about how many poor sods you've shagged already. I can't be the only one to ever refuse to sleep with you."

The look in the other man's eyes had Al's widening. "Oh for fuck sakes, really? Damn…and so you continue to completely destroy my faith in the basic intelligence of the human race. I'll turn into Gellert before I now it."

From behind Mickey snorted in amusement, Jordan sending his cousin a dark look over his shoulder before turning his attention back to the only man to not only refuse to shag him, but the only one to ever dump him on top of that. He was obsessed with getting Al Potter naked and under him and he was man enough to admit it.

But the reason that had never happened was currently sitting in the bleachers, the footballer thought darkly as he looked towards the stands again. He'd recognized the blond even though they'd never formerly met; the Malfoy genes prominent and telling. That and his use of the other man in his plot to make Al his last spring, which had ended with Al going berserk and trying to beat him near to death. That had indeed not been one of his best plans, Jordan silently admitted, though he still didn't know how Al had figured out he was being tricked.

As they neared the bleachers all three men watched as Flora came hurrying over towards them with a large book in her arms, looking absolutely adorable in her rain attire, pigtails flying behind her.

"Hi, Uncle Al, hi, Mickey. Uncle Jordan," Flora gave him a big smile as she came to a stop in front of him. "wanna see my book?"

While Al puzzled over her strange behavior with a sense of foreboding, Jordan smiled and told her he'd be delighted to see her book, thinking to win points for paying attention to the kid.

"You're too tall, Uncle Jordan." Flora giggled, crocking her finger. "You gots to come down."

None the wiser Jordan got down on one knee.

Switching her hold on her book so that she was holding the bottom of it with both hands Flora smiled widely and then swung, bitch slapping the man across the face as hard as she could with her book, causing Jordan to fall back to sprawl in a stunned stupor on the pitch.

"THAT'S FOR BEING A MANWHORE, YOU GOBSHITE!"

Sticking her nose in the air as she tucked her book under one arm Flora marched over to her uncle's side, took his hand, and then started tugging him along with her towards where their family waited, Al struggling to stay upright as his whole body shook with barely suppressed laughter as he grinned down at his niece in utter adoration.

"Thanks, Flora." Al choked out, having to speak a little louder than normal since behind him Mickey was laughing hysterically behind them, doubled over with mirth.

Flora smiled up at him sweetly, quite pleased with herself. "You're welcome."

Letting go of Flora's hand when they'd reached the small group waiting for them Al caught the towel Christopher threw over at him, running in over his mushed hair while he ruefully met Albus's gaze, knowing he was in trouble there. "I had a good reason and…well I haven't put the bastard in the hospital yet, I think I should get points for that."

Albus just crossed his arms and gave Al a look that said he was, indeed, in trouble.

While Al and his man were having a little chat about the matter of Potter's lying Gellert moved over to stand by Flora and held out a galleon towards her.

Eyes going wide Flora took the shiny coin, admiring it for a moment before shoving it into her pocket, not wanting to risk him taking it back. "How come you gave that to me?"

"I thought you'd earned it."

"Thank you so much for encouraging her to go around maiming people." Albus called over, having caught the exchange so that now he was frowning disapprovingly in Gellert's direction instead of Al's.

"You're welcome."

The smart remark he'd been about to make died on Albus's tongue when he caught sight of Jordan coming towards them, obviously trying to pretend that he wasn't hurt and possibly seeing double. Without a moment's pause the redhead put himself between his family and the other man, his eyes flashing and burning, promising untold horror and pain if the other man thought to so much as speak a word to anyone of Albus's acquaintance while in his presence.

In that moment anyone who'd ever been in the presence of Albus Dumbledore when he was cold-bloodedly pissed off would have looked at the redhead youth and known Albus Wimbledon for exactly who he'd once been.

A man even the darkest of all wizards had feared.

Stumbling back at the force of the other man's larger than life, deadly as hell aura, Jordan did his best not to make it obvious as he turned to go give his team a little pep talk instead of trying to talk to Al again.

Having moved to get a good look at his love, wanting to get a sense of the situation and a feel for whether it would benefit him to take down the Squib, Gellert's lips slowly curved into a very sexual, heated grin of pure, dark lust.

It had been far too long since he'd see his lover like this.

And since the little blight on society was running back to his friends for comfort, and he had no doubt that the rest of Potter's family could take care of his lover's best friend if necessary, Gellert latched onto Albus's arm and started dragging him towards the gated area that led from the pitch to the parking lot.

Losing his fierceness completely Albus opened his mouth to demand to know where he was being taken, the words dying in his throat as he caught the vibe his man was now giving off.

Oh. Oh my.

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Watching them go Flora took out her coin to admire it, grinning as she thought of all the candy she could buy with it. She really liked her new uncle now, she decided as she looked up at her father questioningly. "Daddy, where are Uncle Alby and Uncle Gellert going? Are they going to get me some more money or candy?" She added with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. "I did fall down and it hurt loads."

No, honey, your uncles have gone off to screw each other's brains out on the first flat, indoor surface they find, Teddy silently answered her. And I really wish I wasn't getting mental images of that.

"They are just going off to plan strategy for dealing with Jordan, Bebe." Victoire told her daughter, coming to her husband's aid as she struggled not to smile.

"What's strat-ogy?"

"Come with me and I will explain."

Grinning as he watched Flora being led away by her parents, Christopher shook his head and then turned his attention to retrieving hit water bottle, ignoring the hot, piercing looks he was still getting from his girlfriend. She had yet to come near him, she was obviously waiting for him to come to her and prostrate himself at her feet, begging her forgiveness for what he'd done. When Al had introduced him to their team as Domi's boyfriend they'd all looked at him like he was a god for having managed to date her for so long.

He'd got the definite impression none of them considered themselves man enough to handle her.

He didn't know if he was man enough either…but he sure as hell wasn't going to let her break him.

"Uhm, Son…you really do need to go over there and apologize to her. With flowers, chocolates…hell with a girl that high maintenance a visit to the jeweler's isn't out of the question." Christopher's father informed his son in a voice meant for the boy's ears only.

'I'm not bribing her into forgiving me' Christopher signed back.

"You have to bribe her. It's the rules. Ask any woman and they'll tell you the same, Christopher."

'And how many times have you been married now, Father?'

The older man frowned good-naturedly. "That's hitting below the belt."

With a small smile Christopher reached out and patted his father on the shoulder, stowed his water bottle in his bag, and then retrieved the pen and sketchbook he was no doubt going to need momentarily. Walking over to his girlfriend, feeling more than one set of eyes on them, Christopher wrote a quick note inquiring as to just how mad she was at him.

"Start apologizing and I'll tell you when to stop."

So Christopher wrote the words I'm sorry on a page and then handed it to her. She could read it as many times as she wanted to.

Domi stared down at the piece of paper and then back at him. "You really don't know how this works, do you?"

Considering this Christopher glanced over at Al, who had come over to take his lashes and turn her anger onto himself. Catching the man's gaze Christopher lightly tossed the pad and then the pen to the other man, who caught both with ease. That done the werewolf smiled at his girl and jerking her up against him with one hand dove his free hand into her hair to hold her head in place as he lowered his own to show her just how well she'd taught him to snog since they'd started dating.

Lips twitching Al nodded his head in acknowledgement of the move before turning to go look at something else.

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Frowning from her place on the bleachers Astoria turned her head, intending to ask her son about all the undercurrents erupting before her eyes. Eyes widening as she took in the look on Scorpius's face Astoria didn't know what to make of the fact that he was almost shaking, his hands so tightly clenched in his lap that she couldn't see how his nails couldn't be cutting into his palms. She'd never seen her son so angry before, and following his line of vision Astoria saw that her baby's fury was aimed towards the man who had done something that had resulted in Flora hitting him with a book and not being reprimanded for it.

Setting a hand over one of her son's Astoria kept her voice soothing as she asked him if he was all right.

Roughly Scorpius nodded, the curt motion the best he could manage since his focus was on remaining in his seat. He didn't have the right to go down there, to stake his claim, to take on his former boyfriend's ex for cheating on Al. Hadn't he hurt Al just as much after all? And if he was down there and that bastard came over there was no way he'd be able to rein himself in, even with his mother in attendance.

That would not be good.

She didn't know a lot about her son's relationship with Al Potter. There had never been any real opportunity to observe the two together and mostly what she'd heard had been secondhand from her husband or snatches of mumbled explanations from Scorpius. But she did know that the Gryffindor had played a role in her son's insistence that he be transferred from Hogwarts.

Eyes flickering over to her husband's aunt Astoria decided then and there that she was going to talk to the woman about what she knew about the relationship between Scorpius and Potter, both past and present. Because if there was the slightest chance that the two had separated for the wrong reasons she was going to interfere in a very big way.

"Looks like they're starting again. Hopefully it will be over soon." Andromeda said as she turned to meet Astoria's gaze, having felt the other woman's eyes on her.

"And we're going to keep kicking their butts!" Flora added as she joined the group with the rest of her spectator family, Domi looking decidedly kissed and smug about it.

Teddy ruffled his daughter's hair before looking up to meet the gazes of his Malfoy relatives. "We thought we'd go out to dinner afterwards, the lot of us if it suits you, Astoria, Scorpius."

Astoria spoke before her son could. "That sounds lovely."