Author's Note: okay, if something weird happened to your coin or you were just too lazy to get one, this option is for you. No, it isn't like a punishment option, morgana doesn't die or anything, though she could if I wanted it so, but she doesn't, it is just out there. Enjoy!

Day of Wedding to Derek Bole

The coin it the stone and rolled on its side into the train tracks. Oh my god, what does this mean now? I had panic written all over my face and leave it to Oliver to know what to do. He offered me his hand and I stood up.

"Do you have any money on you?" he asked.

"I ran here from my wedding, I didn't know you needed a purse as you walked down the aisle."

"Here," he handed me a small pouch and a ticket.

"What is –"

"Shh," he kissed me on the forehead. "The coin has chosen the outcome."

"What is going on, Oliver?"

"Get on the train," he said. "Get on the train and go to Paris. I don't want to even hear that you are back in New York until summer pre-season." He gave me one last kiss that felt more like goodbye than I love you. Actually, it felt like all the I love you had been sucked away. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the train to Paris. It was over. I was running away. I looked into the pouch he had given me and found galleons. "Bloody hell," I murmured. He had been prepared for this outcome.

So I curled up in a seat as though I wasn't wearing the most expensive wedding dress in Diagon Alley and wondered what new experiences this train was taking me to.

I got off the train about two hours later (it is a fast trip from London to Paris) and stood in the train station like a stray animal. I had been here before, I had played here, I should know where I was going.

I walked out side and before you knew it I was almost run over by a fucking muggle car. I turned around and wham! I ran into someone. I hit the cement and (like a total female) wondered if the dress tore.

"You best want to watch where you're going next time!" he shouted at me.

I looked up at the man I had run into and thought I might faint. Percy Weasley. The minister of magic's dog or so I heard. "For someone of your position you shouldn't be talking to me like that, Weasley."

He looked up at me and his facial expression went from surprise to scowl. "Montague."

"Glad to see my fame hasn't changed your opinion."

"Fame? You play pros big deal. I do real work," he said standing up and brushing himself off.

"Excuse me? Do you live under a rock? I am the best fucking beater in the whole fucking world."

"Oh that wasn't conceded."

"Fuck off Weasley I have devoted my life to this sport and made a life for myself more than I can say for you."

"A life that has you running around Paris in a wedding dress? Are you so bored with yourself that you need to waste money in such a way?"

"For information I was coming from London," I snapped.

"What were you doing there?"

"Winning worlds and getting married."

"Oh so where is the poor bloke," he said sourly. "Oh let me guess was it Flint?"

"Fuck you!" I shouted. "And for your information I didn't stick around long enough to marry Derek Bole."

"Good for you," he said sarcastically.

"You don't want me to hit you with this championship ring on my finger."

"Actually . . . I probably don't."

"So why are you here you asshole?" What a way to grease the wheels.

"Business," he replied.

I looked him up and down. "That is why you stink and are wearing a ratty old suit."

"For you information I was fired."

I couldn't help but grin. "So we are in the same boat then. I am stranded in Paris after running from my own wedding and being shoved on a train by Oliver Wood and you are fired and here for god knows what reason."

"I was fired over the phone in the middle of a business trip."

"Ouch. Come on. I know no one else here so might as well buy you a drink."

"I can pay for myself."

"Great pay for me too."

"Don't you know some other celebrity here?"

"No, we slaughtered the french team. They hate us and by us I mean me."

So I went to a bar with the only person I knew in the city. Percy Weasley. He didn't seem to happy with himself or else I doubt he would have let me talk him into getting shit faced. In fact, we both got so trashed that we rented a room and well . . .woke up together.

After the initial screaming and fighting, Percy was too much of a gentlemen to leave a woman stranded in paris with nothing but a wedding gown so he offered to escort me shopping. Let's just say, after that I offered for him to stay a while and he said yes.

And no one did hear from me until summer training. It was almost like a game for five months. Where is Morgana Montague? No one knew and I liked it that way.

AUTUMN

"Remind me again how you talked me into this?" Percy asked me as we walked up the road towards the burrow.

"You needed to rekindle your relationship with your family. It has been two months Percy chill out."

Yes, I was going with Percy to a place I (him too frankly) never thought I would be going to. The burrow. He had started owling with his father after he realized he couldn't afford to burn bridges anymore but before we go into all that. Let me explain how I got to this point.

Percy came back with me to New York for summer training and it was a fiasco (he had warned me). Marcus nearly crucified me demanding answers. Graham didn't take especially kindly to the fact that I had spent five months with a Weasley and gone MIA on him but I told them to live with it. Percy moved in with Graham, Adrian, Jack and I. While I was gone, Jack had moved in with Adrian. Graham was barely around and the apartment was HUGE so I didn't really mind. Percy however, didn't have a smooth transition.

"What am I supposed to do while you're at practice all day?" he asked grumpily, hair tossled and unshaven.

"Make some friends, find work perhaps," I said as I struggled with my quidditch gear.

"Where should I work?" he demanded.

"You weren't going anywhere fast in England you know that. Why not start with making friends with your family again. Make some friends here, come to more parties with me. Be social. But whatever, it's your life Percy."

And before you know it, we are invited to the Weasley gathering. I had encouraged Percy to be happy his family loved him. Unlike mine. My mother had disowned me while my father was encouraging me under the table to keep up the family name.

"Percy!" his mother, Molly shouted throwing her arms around him and bringing him inside. No one else had arrived yet, it was just his parents. I shook hands and noticed his father, Arthur Weasley was very very stiff.

"Is something the matter, sir?" I asked pointedly.

"It is just very strange to have a Montague in my home."

"Yes my father did give you grief didn't he. And my older brothers never did like your elder sons, and I gave your younger boy, Fred, a hideous black eye back in the day." He stiffened even more and I grinned. This was fun.

"So how did you meet Percy, dear," Molly asked handing me a cup of tea.

"Ran into him in Paris," I replied.

"Why were you in Paris? Quidditch match?"

"Good to know you are aware of my profession but if you don't read the tabloids, I left Derek Bole at the alter. Met Percy that same day." A tea pot shattered.

"Are you joking dear? Ron and Harry talked about it for a week, that incident."

"Do you think it is okay to do such a thing?" Arthur asked sternly sitting down across from us. I don't think he liked me.

"Getting married was hardly on my agenda. It was more of a family and PR thing. Frankly, he gave me the opportunity to run out the back. We both knew spending a life without true love or passion towards one another was a sham."

"So let me get this all straight," Arthur said. "You and my son live in New York."

"Yes. And we share an apartment with my brother, Adrian Pucey and his gay lover."

"Oh my god, Morgana," Percy covered his face with his hands as his father stared wide-eyed. "Eloquent."

I laughed and then picked up the pieces. "I am sorry. This isn't really about me. It is abut Percy. I hardly think having a celebrity in your home should distract you from this reunion."

"Quite right," Molly said. "So Percy what have you been up to?"

Percy's reunion with his family had been a bit rough and they didn't take a liking to me that much and when we got back to New York he collapsed into bed like a rag doll. I stroked his hair and wondered what I was doing.

WORLDS: POLYNESIA

"Can I get you anything, Morgana?" Adrian asked as I sat in the locker rooms still fully dressed even though it was hours after our last semi final.

"Just leave me alone."

"Do you want to talk?"

"What is there to talk about? Percy Weasley is the definition of prick and once he gets on his feet he forgets who and what is important to him. I hope he dies and rots in hell, dishonest, ununderstanding, unloyal bastard."

"That isn't fair, Morgana. For all you know he could be here."

"He refused to come because he was working, Adrian. Wanker."

"Suit yourself." Adrian left and I was alone.

Suddenly, even though I didn't hear anyone, hands were over my eyes and someone was pressed up against me. "Guess who," he asked in a husky voice.

Oh god, the first person that popped into my mind was Egorov. "Fucking Russian. I will kill you."

"Oh so I am a Russian now, eh? Well then," hands were off my eyes and I was staring at Percy. Before I could say anything his lips were over mine and utter lust and sexual repression took over.

When we both regained our senses and I got over the fact that he truly was a natural red head, I asked, "Why are you here Percy?"

" I thought it was obvious."

"No seriously."

He sighed and ran a hand through his messy red hair. "I didn't realize how lucky I was until I walked past a couple kids on the street talking about how amazing you where, then I found those letters Oliver Wood wrote you."

"Oh my god, I can't believe I still have those," I covered my face with my hands.

"No, no, it was good. Because I realized that if you weren't with him after all that, you either must be crazy or I must be amazing."

"So you came all the way to polynesia maintaining a hard on?"

He blushed. "Not the whole trip."

I laughed rolled over and kissed him. "So what does this mean?"

"Will you give me a second chance?"

"Oh babe, now that I know you can do that I am not letting you out of the apartment."

"But if you break her heart, I get you Weasley."

Percy and I screamed rather simultaneously. He scrambled for his pants and I grabbed my robe. "Marcus you pervert!" I screamed. "I am going to kill you!"

"My god you two the door is fucking locked I couldn't see anything even if I wanted to. Not like Weasley naked is something I ever want to experience."

"Oh we all know you fucked Charlie Weasley," I said.

"What?" Percy and Marcus shouted. Oh I love messing with their heads sometimes.

Of course, let me just say that the years the followed were no picnic. Many men came along trying to steal my heart from Morgana Montague's red haired beau. Namely Spanish sensation Carlos Gomez and German giant Josev Knasser. And it isn't all just Percy trying to keep the other boys away, he went through his bouts if loathing the constant spotlight I deal with, struggling to build a name for himself in my shadow and living with my slytherin posse has effected him too. I had to work at this relationship and I wasn't about to just let him float away. I love that red hair too much . . . but don't tell anyone.

FIVE YEARS LATER

"The bitch got married," I shouted slamming my fists on the counter top.

Percy poked his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush still his in his mouth. "Whm?"

"Adriana Scarpa got married! That bitch!"

Percy spit into the sink and came out. "How does tying the knot make her a bint?"

"She's challenging me! Read this article. The hag!"

He skimmed it then kissed me on the cheek. "Don't worry about it. Now get your things together, Mum will kill me if we're late."

"I thought she was already angry that you haven't asked me to marry you yet."

"There's that too."

It was time for Christmas at the Weasley's. Usually I don't go because I am rather unwelcomed by his siblings and while he claims to have worked on it, there is something comforting about being with my boys.

But not this year. Marcus was off in Indonesia with the fiancee the press isn't supposed to know about. Graham is with his Japanese girlfriend visiting his son, Morgan Higgs-Jenkins, Kevin is trying to get up the nerve to ask the hottest chaser in the western hemisphere (Minn Carpenter) to marry him, Adrian and Jack are on vacation in San Francisco, Alex is off doing holiday training and my American friends are partying in Shanghai. So I was going to the Weasleys and I was secretly petrified that I would die of gryffindorness.

"Percy! Morgana!" Molly exclaimed once we arrived. Arthur gave us each a hug (he warmed up after a few years) and as we came in many were silent. The other Weasley children were giving me a strange look and it was Harry Potter (now married to the Weasley girl) who first came up and shook my hand.

"Good to see you again, Morgana. And not on the pitch."

"Morgana Montague,"I turned around to face Charlie Weasley. "I didn't believe it when they told me. Perfect Percy dating one of the most famous people in the world."

"Damien Montague's sister, no less!" Bill chipped in.

I smirked. "I like to think my reputation prescedes my brother's."

"Still, a slytherin in the burrow," George chipped in. "Who would have thought the day?"

"Nice to see we can put house squabbles behind us," Angelina Johnson said, coming over and shaking my hand.

"True," I said. "We're all adults."

"I'll take the bags," Percy said and before I could protest he was trying to get up the stairs.

"So how is Bell doing?" I asked Angelina.

"She and Derek are expecting."

"Wow," I said nodding. "Good for them."

"Oliver and Hermione are in Thailand for the holidays," I overheard Harry say. I smiled inwardly. I would trust that firecracker to no one but a nerd.

"I'm going to go see what is taking Percy so long," I said. I still couldn't believe how fucking small this place was. It was very humbling. When I found the door to Percy's room (it said Percy on it which was how I knew), I found him fumbling with his suitcase.

"Looking for something?" I asked.

He whipped around. "No. Why?"

I shrugged. "It's snowing outside. It's cold up here," I walked towards him.

His eyes widened. "It is my parents' house, Morgana!"

"I have two words for you. Quidditch. Stadium."

He blushed a cute shade of red. "I was caught up in the moment."

"It was a long trip," I said reaching to undo his tie. Only Percy is conservative enough to wear ties for no reason. I gave him a long kiss then smirked. "Your bed is way to small for anything fun."

"There is always the floor," he said, leaning back in for another kiss. THUD! We hit the floor. "Okay, we might want to rethink that one," he said, rubbing his elbow. I just laughed and kissed his check.

"Hey Percy," I asked.

"Yes?"

"Do you want to have kids?"

"But we aren't married."

"So?"

"Our life isn't really set up for a child, don't you think?"

"Put the liquor on the top shelf, pad the edges of the table and we're set."

"Um . . . could we uh . . ."

"Wait a while?" I finished with a smile.

"Yes but–"

"It was just a thought," I said. "Unless of course, I decide to leave you and move in with Alex."

"What!" I looked over at him. He seemed genuinely nervous.

"Why are you so worried, Percy? It was just a joke."

"Oh. I um . . ." I started to fiddle with his tie as he reached up onto the bed. "I have something to ask you, Morgana."

"I'm listening," I replied nonchalantly.

"Will you marry me?" I dropped the tie and stared at him. "If you don't want to that's alright, we can just–"

I kissed him hard on the lips and that sealed the deal.

We had an Indian summer wedding in New York that was just . . . phenomenal. On coaches orders, we had to make this the biggest fucking affair. I invited everyone I knew, Percy invited everyone from his company (he works at a high profile international trading company), then naturally to every guest about four more came. It was (strangely enough) also the event that made Percy a success in the business field. It was the event to come to and suddenly everyone wanted to know who was Percy Weasley and why was Morgana Montague marrying him over Derek Bole, Gomez or Knasser?

I got a letter from Oliver the day of the wedding and I could have asked for nothing better as closure to our relationship. I am proud of you Morgana and I am glad you have found happiness. Percy is a good guy and whether you believe it was luck, chance or fate, I know you will be happy together. You deserve happiness. Oliver

ONE YEAR LATER

"So any thoughts on names?" Percy asked me as we strolled down the New York street the week before the last season of my quidditch career began. "If we have kids I mean."

"Hm, well first of all no girls,"I said firmly.

He chuckled. "With my genes and yours? That shouldn't be a problem."

"Mathias?"I offered. "Mathias Montague. Or how about Zach Montague. Maybe Demetrius, Max or Addison Montague."

"Where did all the Montague come from? What about my last name?"

"There are already more Weasleys running around than you can shake a stick at. Besides, when they get into slytherin, they need a very regal sounding name."

"That's not fair."

"It's true."

"Who do you know they will get into slytherin?"

"Why my blood of course!"

"My whole family was in gryffindor!" I paled. He was right.

We argued for about two more minutes before we finally settled on a flip of a coin for Demetrius Montague or Zach Weasley and Mathias Montague or Addison Weasley. I have found that I like to argue with Percy because it keeps me on my toes and it is entertaining.

It has felt like another lifetime since that day with Oliver at the train station. So much has happened that I never thought would occur. I still wonder to this day whether it was luck, chance or fate. Not that I am complaining. It is all just one big tangled web, isn't it?

THE END

Author's Note: Alright, so those of you who read this ending first, what did you think? I hope you didn't find Percy too OOC because it is an epilogue and a lot of character stuff had to be summed up. Anyway, in this future, Morgana and Percy end up having three boys, Zach and Mathias (twins), both of whom are as Adrian says "Slytherin in the face, Weasley in the hair" and then Demetrius Montague. Zach was the first Weasley ever to be sorted into slytherin and Mathias joined him there. Demetrius four years later was sorted in gryffindor. I couldn't fit it into the epilogue so I just told you.

Anyway please review, then read the others and tell me what you think!

For those of you who are reading this not because you have read all then ending well here is where I thank everything and I mean everyone from those whom I heard from once, to nearly every time, I appreciate your support more than you will know. I just hope that whether you read this religiously or you dug it up from the archieves of Harry Potter fanfiction that you enjoyed yourself. That after all was the purpose and do get away from the cliche stories that were killing me. Once again I thank everyone and stay beautiful!