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I was writing a different story, but I lost COMPLETE inspiration for it. And I have just recently, fall in love with Oliver Wood (:
Enjoy.






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Quidditch in this school wasn’t just a sport, or a simple past time. It was life.

From the roaring screams of the crowds cheering on their House team, to the amazing and complete feeling you have after winning the toughest match of the entire season, Quidditch wasn’t something you took for granted, it was something you respected.

I always imagined myself playing Quidditch with the big boys, when I was younger. I wanted to be just like the players at the World Cup, only better. I wanted to be the best, and I made it my personal goal to be the best that there could possibly be.

Hogwarts, I always told myself, was where I was going to prove myself. It was where I wanted people to discover me. And, to tell you the truth, when I entered those try-outs in only my first year of schooling, I was pretty badass. I was flying with no effort at all; I was catching and passing as if it was my day job; and I caught the snitch, like it was just meant to be. Those moves landed me the spot as starting Seeker for the Gryffindor House Team. I wore my red and gold colors with pride.

But, as I worked through practices and learned the ropes of competitive Quidditch playing, I quickly realized that, no matter how good you thought you were, there was ALWAYS going something, or in this case, someone, in your way.

His name is Oliver Wood. Oh, how I deeply despise that boy. He made the team the same year that I did. And we both had the same thing on our minds, being the best.

And with that, we never truly got along. And if we did, it was never really considered a true “friendship”. For the most part, we were constantly yelling at one another at what we did wrong, or what we could improve on. Everyone always told me that the only reason we always fought, was because he secretly fancied me. It was just too good to be true.

But, we continued to tolerate each other as the years went by. It was mine and Oliver’s sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, when my world seemed to crumple down.

It was the year that Oliver Wood was named captain.

And it may not seem like a big deal, but to me, it was life. QUIDDITCH WAS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE, MY LIFE. And having something like that, having my possible rival take something from me that I always seemed to be dreaming of, hurt. It hurt a lot, too much to even describe.

It was never mine, and I still felt like I had taken a beating to the heart. It was my goal in life to be the very best, but clearly, I was never going to be that. With our new captain, practices just kept getting harder and more painful. Now, I would never complain about anything dealing with Quidditch, because I would always just keep thinking of the big picture of me, one day, playing with the pros. But this was bloody ridiculous.

Wood pushed me harder than anyone else on the team. I was the one doing extra laps; I was the one doing twenty more suicides then everyone else; I was the one pretty much dead at every single practice because I had nothing left inside of me. I always tried to talk to Wood about it, tell him how I dreaded coming to practices these days, and how it seemed completely unfair that I was getting worked harder than anyone else. But the usual comment that came out of his awful mouth was…

 “I’m the captain. Suck it up, and deal with it.”

So, I did, continuing all through sixth year, and now coming into my seventh. This year, things just HAD to be different. On the train ride in September, all I kept thinking about was how I wasn’t going to let him push me around, and I wasn’t going to allow him to tell me what I could and couldn’t do as a member of that team.

That didn’t exactly happen.

I was limping off the Quidditch field after another painful and difficult practice. I had finished another round of suicides, and I felt as if I could collapse at any minute. My body was in so much pain. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

Katie Bell, who just happened to be my best mate, walked along beside me, “You alright, mate? Wood put it to you seriously this time.”

I just laugh to myself, a bit. “It’s been the same since last year, Katie. It’s not fair, if you ask me. One of these days, I’m going to give that Wood kid a piece of my mind.”

“And what are you going to say to him, exactly?” She asked.

“I’m just going to walk right up to him and say…” I started, but was surprisingly interrupted.

What are you going to say ,Miss Williams?” I heard coming from behind me. It was Oliver.

I turned around to face him, almost falling to the ground, forgetting that my ankles were about to give out. I just looked at him smirking at me, and I was getting quite annoyed.

“That you’re the best captain that I have ever had the honor of being couched by,” I finished, with obvious sarcasm in my tone of voice.

“Funny, Williams, but keep it to yourself,” He said to me, and he walked away. I just shook my head.

Katie laughed again, “That went… well.”

“Shut up.” We started walking again, after Wood had disappeared in front of us.

“You’re going to be sore in the morning,” Katie told me, looking down at my legs limping along.

“Stupid Wood, he doesn’t apparently understand the fact that I’m not made of stone. I’m a girl, with bones and skin,” I started to scream, without even noticing. “He just won’t leave me alone till I’m all bruises and nothing else. Well, he sure has succeeded.”

“At least we don’t have another practice for awhile, give you some time to recover,” she told me.

“Yeah, and then once I’m feeling somewhat better, I’ll just have to go back and suffer through another one of Wood’s practices where all I do is run suicides, and fly laps,” I said to her. She just shrugged. “What?”

“Are you positive that Wood doesn’t have any type of feelings for you?” She asked.

“We have been through this multiple time before.”

“I know we have, but everyone seems to think so, besides you.”

I just moaned, “And who’s “everyone”?”

“Well, there’s Angelina, Fred, George, and me, of course…” She started.

“And what’s your point, exactly?”

“My point is… I don’t think you are seeing the big picture.” I laughed at this.

“Katie, the big picture, in my head, is the Gryffindors winning the House Cup this year, and nothings stopping me from doing so. Not even Wood, and his murderous practices and team meetings.” We continued walking, or for me, limping, to the team changing rooms. The House Cup this year was so important to me. At that game, I had to prove myself completely, that I was worthy of making a pro-team after I graduated. I wanted to go on and continue playing until I couldn’t anymore.

Everyone had finished changing and showering, but I was still moving quite slowly. Katie came up and sat down next to me, along with Angelina, “Are you coming? I’m starving!”

“I’ll catch up with you guys later, I’m still trying to finish taping my ankles up.”

Angelina laughed, “You’re boyfriend push you too hard again?” I knew she meant it as a joke, but I was always getting them.

“Funny.”

“We’ll see you in the Great Hall,” Katie said. And with that, her and Angelina both stood up, and left. I was trying to tape up my ankles, when I bent my leg the wrong way. I rolled up my pants to look at where the pain was at, and when I did, all I saw was a cut, bigger then I have ever received before.

Ouch.

There was suddenly a tall shadow hovering above me, “Still can’t handle my practices, Williams?”

“Wood, leave me alone.”

“Williams, do not use that tone with your captain.” He held his position with WAY too much pride. “You should learn to respect my authority, and stop complaining.”

“And you should start treating your teammates equally.”

He just looked at me, “I treat everyone on this team with fairness and equality.” Yeah, right.

“Whatever,” I said quietly to myself, and continued taping up my ankles. He just stood there, almost hovering over me. “Is there something you want, Wood?”

“Not really, do you want some help?” He asked me, I guess he noticed me struggling with my ankles.

“I don’t need, or necessarily want, any help from you.”

He looked at me, strangely. “It seems like you do. Here,” he said. He came down to sit across from me on the bench, and gently grabbed my ankle to place it in front of him. He removed to tap that I had terribly tried to put around it, and started tapping it again. We just sat there is silence. “There.”

“Thanks,” I said, trying to stand up.

“No problem.”

I started walking away, when Oliver stopped me.

“Do you need some help there, again, Williams?” He asked.

“I’m fine, Wood. Stop trying to be nice to me,” I said while rolling my eyes.

“I’m not trying to be anything. I’m just a nice person.”

I laughed loudly to myself, “Says you.”

“You’re the one being a bitch here, Williams, not me.”

“Well, Wood,” I started, “I don’t exactly want to be your best mate right now. I just suffered through another one of your practices; I’m in pain, and… I’m not in the mood for this.” I started limping away again.

“You know what, Williams?” Oliver said. I turned around in a hurry to face him.

“What?”

“Never mind, just leave,” He said.

“My pleasure.”

I finally left, and made my way up to the castle to meet up with Katie and Angelina. I couldn’t believe Oliver. He was always like that, ever since Quidditch back in the day. We’ve always hated each other, if you can even call it that. I don’t really understand how he functions. One day, we can actually get along, meaning we could a day without having thoughts about how to kill one another, and then he’s like this, arrogant and self-absorbed. I know I’m not the sweetest angel towards him. But, he’s not exactly a ray of sunshine, either.

I reached the Great Hall, finally, after limping all the way back. I spotted Katie, Ang, and George sitting together at the table.  Katie saw me first.

“Hey, Holly,” she waved me over. “How’s the boyfriend?” Angelina and George just laughed.

“Shut up, he’s not my boyfriend.” I sat down, and grabbed an apple.

“Oh, come on Holly. You know you and Oliver have some sexual tension between the two of you,” Angelina said, while smiling.

“Um, not exactly.”

George was just sitting there, cracking up laughing. “Holly, sweetheart,” he began, “We all know Wood’s like, in love with you.” I just rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, that’s the reason I get tortured at practices, and after games, even if I catch that bloody snitch for him, I still get yelled at for everything I did wrong,” I said, continuing to eat my apple.

EXACTLY!” They all said at the same time. They laughed. I didn’t. I think Katie noticed how pissed-off I was getting.

“Enough about Holly’s confusing relationships, there’s more important things in this world,” she said. This is why she’s my best friend.

“Yeah, like how our first match, this year, is against Ravenclaw,” George stated.

“I’m so thrilled for this year,” Angelina said, “I mean it’s probably going to be our last year as a team together.”

I just smiled, “I’m happy, though. I want to out of this school, and out playing with the pros.”

“Of course, you do. That’s all you talk about every single time we even mention the word ‘Quidditch’. That or you suddenly bring of Wood and his ever dying love for you,” Ang said, while smiling. I just looked away.

“Ang, shut up,” Katie said. Thank you, best friend. “Well, the party celebrating the beginning of the season should be interesting. With us being seventh years, were going to blast the ceiling off that place.” I laughed, remembering past gatherings. Something always happened during Gryffindor parties. They got pretty wild. Last year was the best though, as I remember. Fred and George decided it would be funny to get a little first year drunk on firewhiskey, and let’s just say, things didn’t true out too well for him in the morning.

“It’ll be fun,” I told her.

“I heard that this year, Wood and the rest of the captains are planning something HUGH!” Ang said.

“Where did you hear this from?” George said, popping out of nowhere.

“It’s just a rumor going around,” she said, taking another bite of whatever she was eating.

“Yeah, but knowing Wood, he’ll just chicken out. He follows ever rule in the books, not wanting to hurt his reputation as Mr. Perfection. One mark and he freaks out that no team would recruit him after Hogwarts,” George said. “He needs to liven up a bit.”

“Like you?” Angelina asked.

“Yeah, I do what makes me happy, and I just live instead of caring about getting in trouble for something bloody ridiculous, such as a prank,” he said.

“Maybe that’s what makes him happy.” WHAT WAS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH?! There was no way I was sticking up for him.

“Speaking of the devil…” Katie said, while turning to look at me. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Wood standing at the double doors. I rolled my eyes again.

“I’m going head out,” I said, mostly to Katie than anyone else.

“Alright,” she said, while looking up at me, as I stood up. “I’ll see you later, then.”

I started walking away from the table, after I said goodbye to George and Ang. I head towards the common room, passing Wood along the way. I didn’t even bother looking at him as I walked by. There was just something about him that annoyed me so much.

The fire was on when I walked in, and it just seemed to be inviting me in. I sat down on a chair, popped my ankle up, and closed my eyes. I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep, until I started dreaming. It was me, holding my broom, as I was about to enter onto the Quidditch field. Katie and Angelina was there, along with Fred and George, and we were about to start battle of the House Cup. It was a fierce game, if I do remember clearly. And then, there I was, catching the golden snitch for the last time of my Hogwarts career, and the crowd started crying and screaming for joy. I, Holly Williams, had just won the House Cup for Gryffindor. I landed to the ground and the whole team came running over to me. They were chanting my name, and hugging me like no other. My cheeks started hurting from how much I was smiling. And then, I saw Oliver. He came over, and did something I never thought would happen, even in my dreams.

He came up to me, planted his hands gently of my waist, and pulled me into him. He kissed me for what seemed like the longest time. The kiss was perfect though.

I suddenly opened my eyes.

“Dreaming about me again, Williams?” I heard a familiar voice.

“You wish.” He smirked. “What are you doing here, Wood?”

“This is my common room, just as much as it is yours.”

“I’m going to bed,” I said, while standing up. I wasn’t exactly the most graceful, though.

“It seems like you’re trying to avoid me.”

“No! Why would I ever do that, Wood?” I asked him, very sarcastically.

“Williams, just admit it, you’re totally into me that you’re just trying to find your complicated feelings,” he said, while smiling.

“Um, no.” I started walking away.

“Hey, Williams!” I heard Oliver call after me.

“What?” I said not turning around, but still facing the steps that led the way to the girls’ dormitory.

“Dream about me,” I knew he was smiling. I just rolled my eyes, keeping my comments to myself. I walked up stairs, put on some different clothing, and slowly, but surely, climbed into my bed. I closed my eyes, and eventually drifted off again, even though it was only about six o’clock in the evening. I was tired, though, especially after practice.

And even though I was too ashamed to admit to it, and I couldn’t forgive myself for doing it, I did dream again that night. And guess who the starring role was?




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Author's Note: Okay, so how was it? Should I continue this, I really want to. But, if it's not wroth reading, then what's the point, ya know? But, I love Oliver. I don't want to make him come off as completely evil, but if I must, I must. Tell me what you think he should be like. And reveiw, I really do appreciate them, the good and the bad, and I want to know if this story is even worth it ! THANKS (:

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