"Why?" I groaned, throwing my head back as I sulked to the desk furthest away, bumping my hip against Oliver's in the process

"Be careful, babe. Wouldn't want a hospital visit."

I grimaced. "Shut up."

"Ah-hoo, not very friendly." He chuckled while I sulked deep in my chair.

The door quickly opened an revealed a flushed looking McGongall.

"Well, well, Minnie. You're late." I observed with pursed lips, eyeing her as she glided to her cabinets.

"Cesari, unless you would like another detention added to the whole week you have lined up from your stunt in the court yard and more house points deducted, I suggest you behave as a proper witch should and watch your tongue."

I rolled my eyes.

"I need you to grade some more tests this evening by hand. No magic. Your wands, please?" McGongall held out her hand and I reluctantly placed mine in it.

"Good." A conniving little smirk made it's way on her lips, "Here you go."

A stack about two feet high was placed on each of our desks. My jaw hung. How the bloody hell was I to finish all of these in an hour?

She knew what she had done. That sneaky, sneaky woman. Well played old lady..

McGongall left Wood and I alone, taking care to lock the door behind her this time.

I heard him clear his throat.

My eyes automatically rolled themselves as I focused on anything but him.

A more exaggerated throat clear was made.

Some people just can't take a hint.

" !" He snapped, slapping a quiz to his desk. "I'd appreciate of you wouldn't ignore my presence!"

I smirked.

Ignore you, I shall sweetheart.

"Jessica!" He shouted, his scribbles getting louder with each test he finished.

To say that his frustration with me was amusing was an understatement.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" I heard his bench scrape across the floor and he padded over to me. "I'm not meant to be disregarded!"

Aw, is somebody upset?

I tried to hide the grin that forming.

His large hands gripped either side of my desk, "Why are you paying me no mind?"

I didn't even look up from my stack.

"You know how I'm not too fond of being ignored."

I sucked my bottom lip, trying to conceal my satisfied smirk.

"You know what!" He shouted, pounding my desk with his hands. "I had to punch a Ravenclaw in the face today to get this detention with you!"

A sigh escaped my lips as I peered up at the moron before me with an eye brow raised. "Nobody told you to."

He huffed and puffed in his place. His eyes livid.

"All I want is to talk to you!"

I set my attention back on my quizzes. "That's too bad."

The furious growl he produced as he stomped back to his seat made me giggle with glee.

Who has the upper hand now, Oliver Wood?

He remained quiet for roughly forty five minutes before starting up once more.

"Did you tell Diggory to piss off?"

I sucked my teeth. "No."

"And why the bloody hell not?"

I chuckled sarcastically, watching him from the corner of my eye. "Because; I like him, whacko."

Oliver's face darkened. "Really?"

I nodded. "Mhm."

"Hm." He pondered, "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

"Finished?" McGongall slid into the classroom, placing each of our wands on our desks.

I gathered my pile and placed it in her hands before running for my life to the dungeons.

I hopped in the shower, dressed and snuggled in my bed. Completely 500% done with this day.

The next morning I kindly dragged Marcus out of bed, because I didn't have the heart to wake up my hubby who was sleeping so peacefully, Graham is a angry ogre when he's tired and Cassius.. well, never mind him.

"Just 'cause you get up at the arse crack of dawn doesn't mean I want to." He grumbled, slugging behind me.

"Oh, cut the pansy-arsing and let's go."

I gripped his unbottoned cuff on his long sleeved uniform top as I proceeded down the corridor.

There were a few girls hanging about near the dungeon stairs and when we took our first step up, Marcus spoke.

"Your skin looks nice." He pointed to the one with black hair.

What the hell?

I snorted.

"What?" The girls face scrunched, Marcus frowned then looked toward the ceiling.

"YOUR SKIN, BITCH! IT LOOKS NICE! CLEAR? NO PIMPLES? WHAT THE FU-"

"Marcus!" I scolded, ripping him up the stairs before pulling him around the corner where I fell into his chest in a fit of giggles.

Who says things like that?

"What the fuck's funny, Cesari?" He smirked when I unclutched my sore belly and gasped for air.

"Her...face..! Merlin," I grinned, "You're such a prick."

His smirked widened as he now pulled me to the great hall then all but tossed me beside him.

We were the only ones here aside from a few Gryffindors and a couple Ravenclaws.

"Good morning!" Kara's sweet voice chirped as she slapped her books down across from me.

Marcus raised his brows. "Mornin' broom hopper."

I swatted the back of his head. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He scooted away defensively, "She's been with half the poor blokes here.."

I narrowed my eyes and swatted his head again.

Glancing over toward Kara, I noticed her eyes were down on her usual leafy breakfast.

"Kar-" I tried, but she lifted her head, fire blazing in her cool blue eyes.

"I'd rather be a broom hopper than have that snaggle tooth, Flint!"

Blowing out a low whistle, I scooted to the side, taking my plate and goblet with me.

Seems like I'm getting a show this morning.

I took hefty bites of my pancakes, watching as Marcus and Kara's faces grew redder.

"Slag!"

"Your teeth are so crooked you need a map to find your tongue!"

I spit the orange juice I was drinking- luckily back into my goblet.

Holy shit.

"Don't you got some dick to chase, hoppy?"

"Merlin, Flint. You are so ugly, even the tide won't take you out!"

I was hysterical, my head buried in my arms as I listened to the banter between the two.

I've given up on eating for the time being because choking on a piece of bacon wasn't too great the first time.

"Smith, don't you think it's time to take the-"

"Alright! Alright!" Graham's voice intervened. I sighed. This was just getting good.

"No, 'alright', Mont-" Flint tried bargaining, but Graham held up that fatherly scolding hand.

"It is 9 am, Flint. It is too early for this shit, so sit on this side of me, eat your meal and shut your yap."

One last pointed look at Marc graced Graham's face before taking a seat beside me, grumpily pouring himself some tea.

"Heeh-eyy!" There goes Miles.

His lips brushed against my forehead before plopping down in front of me.

"Morning, Wifey. How was your work out?"

"Was g-"

"Good? Great?" He grinned, greedily snatching the bit of waffle from his fork. "Thought so."

I smiled.

"You know what I've just noticed?" Marcus smirked, tossing his spoon into his empty cereal bowl

Expectant glances aimed toward him, "Bletchley never ran through the great hall in his knickers that night he lost truth or dare."

Miles huffed beside me and said, "Well, hello humiliation. Nice to meet you, you cock sucker. Fuck you, Flint."

I laughed with a mouthful of food and choked myself, only surviving from the heavy claps Graham gave my back to bring up the mess.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Cassius try to sneak off but I was too quick.

I piled as many muffins as I could into one of the fabric napkins then ran after him, not bothering to answer the call from the guys as we left.

"Cass!" I shouted, expecting his long strides to halt, but they didn't.

"Cassius!" I shouted again.

When he didn't even acknowledge me, I got desperate and pulled out a muffin.

Taking a huge bite, I savored the flavor as my muffled voice called his name once more.

My hand cocked back and I launched the muffin into the air but this time he did turn around.

...and it hit him square in the nose.

I stalked down to him, punching his arm. "I had to sacrifice my food to get your attention when I could have ate that! And what's wrong with you-"

"It's not important." He said quickly, trying to turn back to the dungeons but I wasn't having any of it.

"No," I ran around to his front, blocking his path. "Why are you acting so strange?"

"I'm not." His voice was cold. I grunted.

"Yes you are! What the hell is your problem? Just say it! What are you scared-"

"Baby!"

I swiveled around involuntarily at the call and rolled my eyes at an approaching Oliver Wood.

When I was back in my original position, Cassius wasn't there. I sighed.

I'm going to find out what's wrong with him one way or another..

"Love bug!" Oliver shouted. I heard his steps quicken as I tried to unnoticeably run to class

A hand caught my arm and I was slammed against a rather hard chest.

"Avoiding me?" Oliver's gruff voice slithered into my ear. I struggled against the new found weight.

"Always." I huffed.

"Hmm, not very nice. Maybe a kiss would change your mind?"

"Maybe a chop to the throat will change your mind." I grimaced. "Go find find one of your sluts and kiss them!"

Oliver's grip loosened on my body then he pulled my face to look him in the eye.

His brows were knotted together, lips in a firm line, with his jaw clenched.

My eyes traveled down to his chest where his first three buttons on his uniform were undone, his tie hanging loose around his neck..

It was just then that I finally took in just how handsome he was when he was frustrated..

"I'm going to say this one time," He said darkly, my eyes snapping back to his. "You. Are. Mine."

I opened my mouth to protest but he quickly ducked down to my level, placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.

I gasped in surprise when his lips connected with my skin.

It felt like I was on fire when he finally pulled away.

He gazed at me with one last cheeky smirk and maneuvered himself around me.

"You great, stupid arse!" I shouted once realization hit me.

I ran down the corridor after him, and with all the strength I could muster, shoved him against the rough stone wall of the dungeons.

"If you wanted to be in control, all you had to do was as-"

SLAP!

"Don't kiss me again, Oliver Wood." With that, I turned to walk to my lesson but was instantly pulled back.

Oliver held my head in place with both of his hands, peering down with a dangerous look on his face. "Don't slap me again, Jessica Cesari."

I knew he was inching closer and closer, I tried tearing his hands from my head but it was no use.

Don't you dare, Jessica!

The moment he captured my lips in his, I froze.

Don't you give in..

I pulled my lips in my mouth, clamping my teeth over them quickly.

Thinking quickly, I pulled back my leg and kicked him in his shin as hard as I could..twice.

I ran the moment he reached for his leg in pain. "I told you don't kiss me!"

"Cass. Yo, Cass. You wanna hear a joke?" Miles grinned as he helped himself to some of my snacks as Professor Snape droned on about a quiz at the end of the week.

"For fuck's sake, Bletchley, no!" Cassius frowned, running a hand over his face.

I popped a gummy fang in my mouth and stirred our potion. "How to you organize a space party?"

"Shut uppp!" He groaned.

Miles seemed unfazed by the rejection and just smiled.

"You-"

"I swear to Merlin, Bletchley, you finish that senten-"

"PLAN-ET!" Miles let out a big belly laugh and I joined in, nearly knocking my package of sweets into the cauldron.

" , seeing as though you are disrupting my lesson- what is your method of studying?" Professor Snape questioned.

Without missing a beat, I said, "My all time favorite is eating my feelings and moping around a bit and hoping for the best right before the test."

My eyes widened a bit when I figured out what just came out of my mouth..

Maybe I shouldn't of said that, but you know, 'fuck it' seems to always be my final thought before making decisions and saying things..

Snape gave me a pointed look and I smiled sheepishly.

The bell rung, signalling the end of class and I rounded up my belongings.

I swung my satchel over my shoulder but it slid off a second later. "Son of a b-"

I angrily slipped my head under the strap, positioning the bag on my hip.

And to top it all off, I tripped on my way out the classroom.

The sound of girl squealing and shouting filled my ears as I steadied myself..

"Ew!" A young Slytherin girl cried, pointing at a chicken with a tag on its neck with the number '7' engraved on it.

The clucking of another chicken as it ran by my feet caught my attention and I noticed a '5' on it's tag.

What the f-

"Marcus! Help me!" I shouted, quickly diving for chicken number 3 as it ran past, but just missing it, allowing my body to land hard on the dungeon floor.

"What the fuck do I look like, Cesari?" Marcus scoffed, leaning against Snape's door frame.

"Miles!" I shouted, snatching chicken number 2 up by it's...foot?

I was just about to toss the animal into Snape's classroom when it somehow maneuvered it's body and bit my hand, breaking free of my hold.

"Ouch! You little mother fu-" I went to kick the little shit, but it was already scurrying away

"I got one!" Miles roared, running toward me as he stroked the back of number one's head.

I flipped him off with with my good hand.

"Where's the other six?" I asked, swinging my bag around to hit Marcus in his stomach since he left me with the dirty work.

"Oh for god's sake!" Graham groaned, pulling his wand out of his robes. "Accio, chicken!"

One by one, five more chickens came floating down the corridor.

"One..two..three..four..seven?" I took a head count of the tags. "Where the hell is number six?"

"How the hell do you lose a chicken?" Marcus grumbled. I shrugged.

We can either, look for it and be late to transfig- or leave it be lost.

Hm, what's one more detention with Minnie added to the list.

"Warrington and Bletchley, follow me." Marcus said, striding down the corridor toward the common room.

"Hey, pissy-pants. You done being a cry baby?" Miles asked Cassius, following behind Marcus.

"Fuck off." Cassius shoved him into the nearby wall.

I rolled my eyes.

My ears perked up when I heard a bit of quiet chatter in a dark corner.

"So, off to our lesson, yeah?" Graham smirked. I put a finger to my lips to hush him.

A small clank let me know whatever was making noise was near the suit of armor.

That was in the dark corner.

So, like any heroic person, I decided to run full force into the object.

The armor crashed around my body and the three others that I was currently sprawled out on.

"Bloody hell," One voice I recognized as a Weasel twin groaned.

I rubbed my ribs that were now sore from impact and open hand smacked the closest body.

"Ow!" The other Weasel cried.

"You sneaky little shits!" I hopped to my feet and drew my wand, "You tried to prank me!"

The little light provided by the lanterns showed the third culprits face.

Oliver Wood.

Of coarse.

Heat rushed through my body and I felt my temper taking over.

"Jess-" Wood's voice was cautious.

My blood was boiling as I aimed my wand at his still sitting form.

"Furnunculus!" I spat, waiting for the abnormal amount of boils to take over his skin.

"You just can't-"

"Confundus!" Graham shouted, an emerald green stream of light hitting the Weasel on the left.

"Incarcerous!" I aimed my wand at the other.

Ropes surrounded the Weasel, leaving him in a cocooned mess of ties.

"Weaselby, you should know by now- never mess with a Slytherin." Graham spoke.

"You won't get away with-" I shut the only non-confused Weasel up with a confundus charm.

"My skin..!" Wood wailed, carefully lifting his arms to inspect the damage.

He was covered head to toe in ugly, blistering, puss filled boils.

I smirked.

"I'm giving you five seconds to run, Cesari." Wood threatened.

I smirked again.

"Five," He began slowly,

My wand pointed toward his chest.

"One!" He said just as I shouted, "Levicorpus!"

Wood was flipped in the air, dangling by his left ankle.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Cesari!"

"Where's the chickens?" I looked to Graham. He smirked.

Five minutes later we had a charmed circle surrounding the three Gryffindorks and allowed the birds to go free, flapping around and pecking at the boys.

"Cesari!" Wood wailed, flailing his arms to fend off the newly aggressive birds.

I smirked and placed a langlock charm on him.

"See you later." I smirked, turning on my heels with Graham, heading off to McGongall's.

The rest of the day ran pretty smooth.

Many people questioned the where-abouts of Wood and the Weasels but Graham and I kept mum on the topic.

"Wind! Go away! You're fucking up the day!" Miles whined as he pulled on his athletic top.

"Yes! Fuck off, please!" I agreed, dumping out a few new quaffles from my haul at the quidditch shop not long ago.

The guys automatically started their stretches and I mentally patted my back for getting them this far.

"Right, so, I got some new plays," I began, leaning forward to stretch my back as a few of the guys groaned. "We need to switch 'em up like we switch our underwears!"

The first game was in literally five weeks and that was definitely not even close to the amount of time I need to ensure an undefeated season.

I urged the guys to get up and follow my lead as we ran a few dozen laps then started back on revising and perfecting the plays from the weeks before.

Of coarse I added a few bleacher drills and dodging exercises to keep them on their toes, but all in all, it was a great practice.

Even Marc's usual complaining self was too red faced and panting to say a word.

Gathering my supplies, I dragged everything back to the dungeons.

Sad to say, Wood and the Weasel's weren't where I left them this morning, so I've been looking over my shoulder every now and again because clearly, something's coming for me.

I carefully put away my equipment and showered- loving the scent of my new peach scented body wash from a fan in Bulgaria.

I took her gift as a personal victory considering Viktor stinkin' Krum is from there and she is my fan over his.

My third home game this holiday is against the Vrasta Vultures and let me tell you, he's going down.

Way down.

Hopefully ruining his career down.

But enough about him.

I dressed in my usual shorts and Goblin's tee with my name on the back, along with my slippers then headed for my boys room, sheilding my eyes from the half nakedness that was present when I entered.

"Honey, what are you doing?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest as I leaned on their bathroom's door frame.

Miles poked his head up from under the tubs water and grinned, placing his goggles on his forehead to get a better look at me.

"Fishin'!" He said, pushing his eye wear back into place and throwing himself back under water.

I chuckled as I watched numerous charmed gummy fish swim around the bath tub and Miles flipping around trying to catch them with his mouth.

"You eat those fishies like the real man you are, baby!" I grinned, turning around and leaving the room to give him some privacy.

"Woooo!" Kara whistled, "Ryan Lochte is looking mighty fit this term! Look at that bum!"

I smiled as I continued to hover above her on my broom.

Unfortunately, supper wasn't to be served for another half hour.

Also, word on the street is that Oliver Wood and the Weasel's are stuck in the hospital for the next two days.

So, that's always good news.

"Ryan Lochte.." Kara sighed dreamily, "More like Lochte me in the broom cupboard and snog me.."

I giggled a bit and ended up losing my balance when my footing took a further step than anticipated, sending me tumbling off my Nimbus and on top of the girl below.

"Ouch!" She squealed, "Damn it, Jess!"

"Oh, piss off. You're the one being a freak." I caught my broom before it hit the ground, searching the length of the handle for any chips.

None. I smiled to myself.

"OH MY SWEET LORD!" Kara shrieked, I raised a questionable brow as she oogled at the sight down by the lake.

Ryan Lochte was a reserve beater for the Ravenclaw quidditch team, and at the moment he was shirtless doing chin-ups on a tree branch.

"What's that sound?" Daphne giggled, seating herself next to Kara on the blanket.

"What sou-" I tried to say, but Kara beat me to it.

"It's the sound of me throwing my knickers across the lake!" I chuckled.

"Ahh!" Kara shrieked, dramatically falling back and covering her face with her hands, only peeking out between her first two fingers. "He's delicious!"

"Go talk to him?" Daphne suggested, cracking open her potions book as I pulled myself up to stand on my broom.

"NO! I can't! I mean, I'm not even presentable!"

I rolled my eyes and squated further down so my hands gripped the handle.

"Then stop stalking him." Ah, Graham's voice of reason must be rubbing off on Daphne.

"Woooo!" I instigated, slowly shifting my weight onto my arms and pulling my legs into the air

"Jess!" Kara groaned, "Don't be on her side!"

"I'm not taking sides." I steadied myself into a handstand position.

"Ugh! Forget it, let's go have a biscut."

"Or ten," I added, allowing my hands to loosen up for me to swing down to my feet.

"So, does anyone know why Cassius isn't speaking to me?" I pushed as we made our way back to the castle.

Kara smiled. "He has mood swings. It's probably nothing. That, or he likes you."

"Are you sure?" My eyebrows knitted in confusion. Daphne smirked.

Kara rolled her eyes. "Please, babe. You may be new to the dating scene, but I've been around the block a few times,"

"A few?" Daphne scoffed.

"Ooooh!" I smirked, completely willing to hype up the situation

"Oh shove off, Greengrass!" Kara pushed Daphne playfully

"But, he probably likes you. He's probably just upset that Wood and Diggory keep trying to steal you away."

"Speaking of Diggory.." Daphne grinned.

"What about him?" I asked, carefully leaning my Nimbus on my shoulder as we entered through the front doors.

She nodded just ahead of us and my eyes snapped up, landing on his gorgeous face.

I rolled my eyes, a wave of annoyance washing through me.

He was speaking with Heidi and a few others from his team.

A wicked smirk graced Heidi's face once her eyes met mine.

My face twisted into a sneer and it took all I had not to slap her silly as I headed for the great hall.

"Jess!"

Spinning on my heels, I turned to the call of my name.

A brow rose when I saw Cedric.

Deciding I was still angry at his cry baby tendancies from yesterday, I carried on my way but his hand caught mine.

"I overreacted. I never should have listened to Heidi about you going on a date with Wood."

No kidding.

Tilting my chin up to meet his gaze, he pouted. "Can you forgive me?"

The moment my eyes met his, I started folding..

"I.."

"Would love to blow off Wood and go to the hogsmeade trip with you Saturday, Cedric." He finished for me. I raised a brow.

"He'll come find me." I grumbled, slouching my shoulders lower when he wrapped his arm around them.

"Well, we'll just have to deal with that when it comes."

Peering up at the grinning guy before me, I smiled back. "Alright."

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