Chapter Fourteen
Jeanette/Hailey POV

"Alright guys, good practice!" Roger said enthusiastically, "We're definitely going to kick Hufflepuff's yellow asses Saturday!" The team laughed as we headed into the change rooms. "No practice Thursday!" He called before heading into his office.

"Yes!" Grant cried as he gave me a high-five.

I went into my changing section that was separate from all the guys and changed back into my uniform.

I didn't think I took that long, but when I got back to the main area of the change rooms there was no one there.

"Weird." I muttered to myself.

"What is?" A voice said from behind me. I jumped and turned around, Roger was sitting on one of the benches in front of his locker. He was only half dressed and when he smiled his blue twinkled. "Did I startle you?"

I rolled my eyes, "You'll find that you startle most people when you lurk in the shadows."

"Watch it, Blaire," He laughed, "I'm still the captain here."

I shrugged, "I've never really cared much for authority figures."

He winked, "Maybe I can change your mind?"

"Goodnight Roger." I pulled my quidditch bag over my shoulder and begin to leave.

"Not even a goodnight kiss?" He called, "I did let you on the team..."

I stopped walking and went back inside, "Let me on the team? I earned this; I caught the snitch faster than Cho did, and in the third round I would've beat her again if Slytherin hadn't come whining about having the pitch."

Roger stood, he was in good shape, and walked over to me, "But it was still 1-1 when we left the pitch. I could've chosen Cho, I mean you're both cute, but you're more my type."

"So are you saying that you just let me on the team because I'm attractive?" I glared.

He shrugged, "I guess."

"If my skills aren't what put me here I don't want to play for you." I was disgusted. "You can go get Cho to play."

"You should keep playing." Roger smiled charmingly, "We can't possibly win without a Seeker, and Grant would be so disappointed.

"Grant will understand," I assured him with a sneer, "And you can get Cho to be your seeker."

Roger smirked as he stepped closer, "You know after our 'hug'," He winked, "I thought it was strange that only Zabini came after me, not Anthony." His face turned with fake sincerity, "Is he not supposed to know? It would be a shame if someone were to tell him..." He leaned down and got very close to me, but I stood firm and continued to glare. He pouted, "Come on, Hailey." He leaned in even closer, his breath smelled like cinnamon, "I won't tell him, for a kiss."

I smacked him, it was instinct. Roger stepped back, clearly shocked. He was stupid if he thought I was really going to kiss him. A red hand-shaped marked was already forming on his otherwise pale cheek.

I wasn't at all surprised when Blaise came storming into the change rooms seconds later, he was supposed to walk back to the castle with me. He was probably waiting outside and heard the smack, "Did he do it again?" He asked, he looked livid. I was almost sorry for Davies, almost.

"Yeah." I replied.

Blaise nodded and turned to Davies, "I warned you."

Roger smirked, "What are you going to do Zabini? You're just a Slytherin Slut."

Blaise walked to where he was right in front of Davies. Blaise was slightly taller, he looked down on Davies as he said, "Okay, I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do, and I bet you three Galleons that you can't stop me."

Davies laughed, "You're going to owe me three Galleons."

Blaise smiled, it wasn't his usual smile, this smile was cruel and unforgiving. "I'm going to punch you in the face and break your nose. Then, I'm going to throw you against this bench, most likely bruising a couple of ribs. Are you ready?" Davies rolled his eyes and nodded. Then Blaise punched him, and I heard a sickening crunch. After that I closed my eyes, violence was not my thing. But I did hear a thud and Davies groaned.

When I opened my eyes Blaise was standing over Davies, who was lying on the ground, glaring at him. "What are you going to say to Jeanette?"

"I apologize." Davies groaned.

"For what?" Blaise demanded.

"For being a prat."

"Good boy." Blaise patted Davies' cheek and he winced, "Jeanette, can you help walk him to the infirmary?"

"It's Hailey," I said, "And you just beat the crap out of him, why do you want me to walk him to the infirmary?"

Blaise shook his head, "I didn't just beat him up. Did I Davies?"

Blaise grabbed Davies' shoulder and Davies winced again, "No."

Blaise continued, "You see, Jeanette, Davies asked you to stay a little bit later for some extra practice. You know, to practice racing for the snitch. And Davies here crashed into the goalposts. Which is why you have to go change back into the clothes you practiced in."

I nodded, of course Blaise would have a way to beat him up without getting I'm trouble. "Get up, Roger, I don't have all day." I picked up his shirt and threw it at him before going back to change.

When I went back into the main room Blaise walked over to me, "He's not going to creep on you now, he'll barely be able to walk with bruised ribs." He pointed to his feet and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Just to let you know I scuffed my shoe for you."

I hugged him, "You're the best."

He scoffed, "I know." He kissed me on the cheek, "I was never here." He left the change rooms.

I smiled until I heard Roger behind me, "So you'll let Zabinin kiss you, but not me?"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, "Wow, Roger, for a Ravenclaw you sure are stupid. I've known Blaise since I was four, he's my best friend. You have been completely inappropriate with me. I think it's fairly obvious."

He made a pained noise as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Does Anthony know about your little kisses?" He stood and attempted to walk, "I really do need your help."

I walked over to him and he wrapped an arm around me, "I'll punch your bruised ribs if you get handsy." I warned him as we started the long walk to the infirmary, "You're really trying to break us up, aren't you?"

He looked at me, his usual cockiness gone, "I want you, and I'll break Anthony's heart to get you."

"I'm not a prize, I can't just be won."

He shrugged then winced, "I'm not like Zabini, I'm not very good at charming people with words. But looks are another thing entirely, and you seem to be entirely immune to it. Well you do hang out with Zabini a lot. But I'm not used to trying so hard. And because you avoided the question I'm taking it that Anthony doesn't know about Blaise's kisses."

"Anthony knows Blaise is my best friend, he knows that anything that goes on between us is completely platonic." I replied.

"You still haven't answered whether or not Anthony knows that Blaise kisses you." I really just wanted to let my elbow slip and hit him in the side. Sadly, I had to explain this to him or he wouldn't stop.

"It's just on the cheek," And the temple, and once on the lips when we were ten. "Just drop it, none of this is your business anyway." I told Rogers after I realized I didn't care.

He smiled, "I have to know what's going on with my competition."

I sighed, "Roger, please stop saying things like that. Why do you even think you like me?"

His smile grew, "First, I know I like you. I'll start with the obvious. You have nice hair, and those highlights drive me crazy. Actually Grant and I have a bet, are they natural?"

I nodded and he cursed, "I'm guessing you lost again?"

He grinned, "We can talk about my gambling habits on our first date." I groaned and he chuckled, "But I want to finish talking about you now. I already said your hair, but I love your eyes. It seems like they change color everyday. Yesterday they were blue, the day before that they were green, today they're more gray. My favorite is when they are a mix of all of them to more of a hazel. Then whenever you get complimented or embarrassed you blush like you are now." Of course I was blushing, I didn't realize Roger paid so much attention to me. "And if your highlights drive me crazy, I'm already a madman because of your lips. They're down-turned, pouty, and so kissable." He put emphasis on the 'so'. "Now, onto the even more obvious reasons; you're sexy as hell. You have a great boobs to ass ratio."

I covered my face, "Just. Stop."

He shook his head, "No, I'm having fun. I think I deserve some fun after your best friend bruised my ribs, broke my nose, and stole three galleons from me."

"Wow, you must have a concussion because you definitely ran into a goalpost." I said.

He laughed, and sucked in breath, "Laughing hurts, but I'll go with Zabini's bullshit story. And back to what I was saying-"

"I'm sorry I asked." I muttered, I had expected him to say 'because you're attractive.' I definitely didn't expect him to go into so much detail.

"Well you did," He continued, "So I'm going to answer you. Besides, it's time for the not so obvious reasons. You're funny, you're gutsy and spunky, you're kind to most and at least civil to those you don't like. You don't take people's shit-" He stopped suddenly and a flush spread across his cheeks. "Did I really just say all that?" I nodded and laughed, "Maybe I do have a concussion."

"So that was just the concussion talking?" I chided.

He nodded, "It was cruel to ask when I'm so vulnerable. I think it's only fair that you say what you don't like about me."

"Do you really want me to do that?" I asked warily, "Or is this the concision talking again?"

"No," He started, "I need to know what I need to change."

I didn't know whether or not to be flattered or creeped out. I was really surprised that Roger was even going on like this. "You do realize that this is your last year, and I still have two more years. Not counting this one."

"There's always summer, and breaks." Should I be scared? "We could always write while you're here. Now could you please answer my question."

"You've really thought this out." I muttered.

"You're stalling." He replied, we were going really slow as we scaled the steps. I was missing dinner, dammit Blaise.

I shrugged, "I didn't have a problem with you until you grabbed my ass."

He groaned, "But it's perfect."

"You have nice hair, does that mean I can just grab your hair whenever I want?" I said, trying to reason with him.

It didn't work, he beamed, "You think I have nice hair? You can grab it whenever you want."

I didn't say anything else as we walked to the infirmary. I opened the door and we walked in. "Oh dear, what happened?" Madam Pomphrey asked rushing over to us and pointing to one of the beds.

As I helped Roger onto the bed he whispered in my ear, "Want to get in bed with me?" I blushed and he laughed and winced.

"We were doing a bit of extra practice and Davies got distracted and flew into a goalpost." I told Madam Pomphrey.

She looked skeptical (This would've been an awesome time to have Blaise's glamour) and turned to Roger, "That's what happened?"

He nodded, "Yes ma'am."

"May I please go change and go down to dinner?" I asked her, I have the utmost respect for nurses and medi-witches.

She nodded, "Go, go."

"Hailey wait!" Roger called as I walked to the door, "Can you wait for me while I get all fixed up?" His blue eyes were extra big, he was obviously pleading, but I didn't want to encourage him anymore.

Thankfully, I didn't have to because Madame Pomphrey saved me, "This might take awhile, and Miss Blaire needs to go change so she doesn't miss dinner." Honestly, I could always just go to the kitchens if I missed dinner, but I just shrugged and left. He'll get over it, besides I wanted to see my boyfriend, I'd have to tell him about this. Then I'd have a legitimate reason to quit the team, and I guess I wanted to see Tony too.