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That dream, of Oliver kissing me, was grossing me out. I didn’t have feelings for him, and yet, it was as if my brain was trying to convince that I did. Or maybe it was just my lame friends getting to me. As I stood up, I remembered why I didn’t have feelings for Mr. Wonderful…

Arg, my body is on fire.

Or, at least, that’s definitely what it felt like. I tried sitting up in my bed, but I had no success.

“Are you alright?” I heard Katie ask, coming from the other side of the room.

“What do you think?” I said back, trying to find my obvious pain by laughing.

“Your ankles?”

“My everything,” I stated, trying once again to sit up. Angelina had suddenly appeared from the bathroom, brushing out her wet hair.

“You know we have classes in about an hour, right?” she asked more towards me, then Katie.

“I know, but there’s no way in bloody hell I’m going to be able to survive this day,” I could just feel the pain getting worse as I placed my bare feet on the cold floor. Angelina and Katie just both laughed at me. “What?”

“Maybe if you just seduced the captain, this wouldn’t be happening,” Angelina smirked.

“Really, it’s eight in the morning, and I’m already getting those comments from you two?” I asked, fairly annoyed.

“Sorry,” Angelina said to me, “You know I’m just joking.”


I slowly got dressed in my robes, and walked down to the Great Hall to meet up with everyone. I came to the table and sat down in between George and Katie. Angelina and Fred were sitting across from us, along with Oliver, who had some spaced away from the group.

“Um, Angelina?” I questioned her.


“I’m not trying to be rude, but that’s not George’s foot…” I pointed out to her. The whole table started laughing and both, Angelina and George’s face, began to blush like crazy, to about the shade of roses. She looked down to her plate and started eating again. After everyone stopped laughing, finally, I looked to my right, and saw Oliver still sitting there, somewhat by himself. I turned to Katie.

“What’s up with him?” I whispered to her, so he couldn’t hear. She just shrugged.

Breakfast was over, and everyone started splitting up, to head to their morning classes. I had potions this morning, so I stood form the table, and bent down to grab my books, hoping not to be late my first day of classes, knowing that Snape would be furious. But, I still couldn’t do anything my slowly limp. I was limping along, when I spotted Oliver just ahead of me in the hallway.

“Hey, Wood,” I yelled to him. He didn’t stop to turn around, or even respond, he just kept walking. “Fine, don’t talk to me,” I yelled back to him. Still, no response. What’s wrong with him, I kept wondering.

I made it potions, surprisingly not late, and took a sit at a table in the very back. Oliver came and joined me later. I just looked at him while he sat there in silence, not even recognizing that I was there.

Welcome to seventh year Potions, class. There will be no fooling, messing, or rude comments in this class,” he looked at me. I rolled my eyes. Snape continued speaking, going through today’s lesson, but I wasn’t really paying attention. “So grab your partner, sitting next to you, and start. You must be finish by the end of this class,” I heard him say. I looked around and saw students collecting ingredients, and started to create their concoctions. I saw Oliver return to the table.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you, Williams?” He asked me, first thing.

“Oh, so now you’re talking to me?” I retaliated. He didn’t respond. “No, what are we making?”

“Some love potion,” he said.

Bloody fantastic.

“Just do what I say, Williams, since you couldn’t bother paying attention to what he was saying,” He looked down into the book. I was trying to think of a comeback, a sarcastic one, at that, but nothing was coming to me, so I just looked down, and followed his instructions.

We ended up finishing the potion, and Snape congratulated us, probably not out of will. We bottled to potion up, and walked out of the dungeons.  Well, for me, it was still my usual limping.

“You alright there, Williams?” I heard Oliver say, from besides me.

“Not exactly,” I said, not making eye contact with him. We continued our way through the dungeons. After a moment of awkward silence Oliver spoke again. But, what came out of his mouth, I didn’t really expect, AT ALL.

“I’m sorry, about yesterday, I mean,” he said. I think he could tell, from my facial expressions, that I didn’t understand what he was exactly talking about. “For in the changing rooms.”

“Oh, no big deal.” Oliver’s expression changed.

“This is where you are supposed to be like… “I’m sorry too, Oliver, that I didn’t respect you fully as my captain, and I’ll start respecting your authority more. I promise,” and then, we hug, or… something, and have a decent friendship again.” I laughed to myself.

“Um, Wood, I would never apologize for something that is true. And when have we ever had a ‘decent friendship’?” I asked.

“We use to be friends, back in the day.”

“Yeah, like first year, when we didn’t know each other all that well,” I said. “Wood, I’m not apologizing to you for any of that, because I’ve wanted to say something to you for a long, long time, but every single time, I just keep my mouth shut because I knew something like this would happen.” Oliver didn’t speak, and I noticed that we stopped walking. I looked up into his eyes, “Every practice has been exactly the same since the moment you were named captain last year. I’m been pushed, bruised, and shoved so much, that I end up either in the hospital wing, or I’m limping until another one of your grueling practices. And I do understand, Wood, that you push us to be the best, but I don’t see anyone else doing extra laps after and before, I don’t anyone else getting punished for their simply mistakes, and I definitely don’t see anyone else getting yelled at to do more suicides,” he just looked at me.

“Williams…” he started.

“SHUT UP! I’m not done.” I was serious about this. I never had the nerve to say any of this to him before, and now that I’m actually saying something to him, I wasn’t going to stop now!

“I hate going to practices every single day, because I know I’m just going to come out hurt, in some way. And with you having no back-up Seeker, I don’t see this being such a good idea. I love Quidditch, and I know that you are the one who knows that better than anyone else. But, I am so sick of being treated unfairly. If you did this to everyone else, then you know what, I’d be okay. But, this is ridiculous, Wood,” I finished speaking, and all we did, for what seemed like forever, was stare at each other. He finally looked away, though. And then, without saying anything…

He started walking away.

Now, THIS pissed me off. “So what?! You have nothing to say?”

He stopped.

He snapped, “How do you want me to response to something like that, Williams?” he yelled across the hall.

“Well, I would want you to say something!” I stomped back over towards me.

“How do I react kindly to someone who’s basically telling me I’m a bad captain? How do I even start to explain to you that I’m not doing any of that stuff because I’m evil, but I’m just trying to help you out? You wouldn’t listen anyway, Williams, you never do. Being captain isn’t the easiest job, you know!” I looked away, starting to get angrier. “Oh, wait! You wouldn’t know, would you? Because I was named captain, not you,” he stated. I looked up into his eyes. All I wanted to do was scream.

“Piss off, Wood.”

He laughed, loudly, “Nice comeback.” He turned to start walking away again.

I didn’t follow after him, and I didn’t say anything back, I just stood there, wishing that this moment had never happened. Now that I had pissed off Wood even more, who knows what was going to happen at the next practice. I finally made it to my next class, late of course. And it went by way too slow. And the rest of my classes, especially Charms, were the same exact way. I skipped dinner the evening, not really wanting to be sitting there, while Wood and the others talked about Quidditch and, Angelina making some more embarrassing comments about how Wood and I are a match made in heaven.

I spent my night alone, in the Common Room, doing nothing but looking into the fire. The wonderful silence was interrupted, though.

“What the hell did you do?” Katie came in, screaming at me. I sat up straight, crossing my legs. I looked at her confused.

“Wood’s holding try-outs tomorrow, for a new Seeker!” she yelled at me.


“Yeah, he said that you made an ‘interesting’ point to him, earlier today, about not having a back-up Seeker, just in case you were to, somehow, get injured. What did you say to him?” She asked, extremely upset.

I just shook my head, “I finally told him that I was sick of being treated unfairly, and how he shouldn’t keep pushing me like this, because what if I were to actually be severely hurt…”



“This is serious, like you could possibly be replaced,” she said, sitting down next to me.

“Wood wouldn’t replace me,” I told her.

“Really now, because at dinner, he sounded pretty serious about it,” she said. “He said it was ‘time for a change’.”

What a bastard.

I was just about to say something back, when Fred, George, Angelina, and Oliver walked in. “Hey guys,” I said to them. Angelina came over, and sat down next to Katie and me.

“Guess what I heard?” she asked us both. Katie and I just looked at each other, and shrugged our shoulders. “The Quidditch party’s going to be next week, I’m so excited.” I smiled.

“It should be… interesting,” I said, trying to careful pick out my words. It, suddenly, got really quiet.

Awkward silence.

“I just farted,” Fred stated. And everyone laughed.

“Thanks for letting us know, Fred,” Katie said. “Well I’m going upstairs, busy day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, me too,” Angelina said, following Katie to the stairs.

“George?” asked Fred.

“Yes, Fred?”

“How about you and I take a little scroll around the castle?”

“Why, I would love to Fred.” And off they went. It was just Oliver and me. And for some reason, I felt as if they all had this planned out.

“Williams…” Oliver started.

I interrupted him, “Yeah, Wood, I already know.” I stood up from the chair, and tried walking away from him, up towards the dormitories.

“Thanks for the idea, by the way,” he said, trying to piss me off.

“You’re welcome,” I said, while smiling at him. I continued walked up the stairs, taking one step at a time. I didn’t notice him, but Oliver was now standing right behind me. “Wood, can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Why aren’t you upset about this?” he asked me.

“Upset about what?” I asked, playing dumb.

“Stop playing dumb with me, Williams. I know you better than that,” he said. I bet he was smirking. I turned around and looked. I was right.


“There’s no reason to be upset, honestly,” I said, while continuing to make my way up the stairs. Oliver swung under my arm, and planted himself right in front of me, so I was looking straight at him.

“So, you’re telling me, that you’re not anger about the fact that I’m trying to find someone that could, possibly, replace you as Head Seeker?” he questioned me.

“I’m, how do you state it, ‘respecting your authority’? If that’s how you feel, Wood, then there is absolutely nothing stopping you,” I said. I was lying through my teeth. Of course I was completely pissed off about the fact that Oliver was trying to find a new Seeker, but I didn’t want him knowing that.

“Find, look me straight in the eye and tell me that you don’t care,” he stated. I knew I couldn’t, he knew I couldn’t. He grabbed my face, not hard, but firm enough for him to be able to make me look at him.

“Wood, let go of my face,” I said, I said, just getting angrier. He let go.

“See, I knew you couldn’t do it, you lair. I knew you still, and probably wouldn’t ever, respect my authority.”

He was right.

“Fine, I do care. But, you didn’t need me to actually say it to your face, did you? Like you said before, you knew me all too well,” I said, trying to get pass him on the steps. He wouldn’t let me.

“Williams, listen to me. I could just as easily cancel this try-out if you just apologize,” he said. He was serious too, I could tell. I was getting annoyed with this, him wanting an apology from me. He didn’t deserve one, in my opinion.

“I’m not apologizing to you, Wood.” I said, firmly. He lowered his head.

“Fine, it’s your decision. And, by the way, I don’t want you there,” he said finally passing me to walk back down the stairs. After he passed, I quickly turned around. But before I could say anything to him, I twisted my ankle the wrong way, trying not to put any more pressure on them, tripped over my own two feet, and started rolling down the stairs. I hit my head multiple times, before I finally landed flat on my back, at the bottom. I had my eyes shut.

“Holly, are you alright?” I heard Oliver ask me. I could tell me was hovering over my crippled body.

“You called me ‘Holly”,” I said after finally opening my eyes. He looked down at me.

“So?” He questioned.

“Never mind.” Oliver offered his hand. Even though I didn’t really didn’t want to, I grabbed it. He helped me up, but all I could feel was the pain coming from my legs. I stumbled again, but this time, Oliver caught me.

“Thanks,” I said, standing back on my feet again. Oliver didn’t say anything back. “Maybe you should find a new Seeker.” And with that, I walked back towards the steps.

“Williams…” Oliver started.

“Save it, Wood.”

I tried walking up the stairs again, but with struggle. “Do you want some help?” I heard him ask.

“No, thanks.” And I continued on my way.

When I entered the dorms, finally, I plopped down on my bad, and had no desire of getting up. It seemed like the safest place at the moment. I quickly fell asleep, hoping that I wouldn’t wake up for awhile. But when I woke up the next day, I would soon have to come to the realization that Oliver was actually holding Seeker try-outs. I would actually have to wait to find out if there was someone else in this school that could compare to my compassion for this. I would have to deal with the fact that Oliver Wood was the probably the biggest bastard I have ever met.

Why didn’t he want me there? I never found out the answer.

Fuck him, I kept thinking in my sleep. Fuck him.


Author's Note: Well, here you go. A new chapter. I'm getting a banner soon, and I'm quite excited for it. Anywho, tell me what you think about this. I really do want to know. I have many more ideas for chapters to come! Should Oliver put another Seeker on the team? Should Holly just apologized to Oliver, even know she's being way too stubborn! Well, review please (:
Hopefully, I can write Chapter Three soon. K bye bye.

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