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It was Saturday. It was the first Saturday that I remember that doesn’t involve a Quidditch practice. As long as I can remember, even when Oliver wasn’t captain, we ALWAYS had practices on Saturday mornings, and even Wood continued that tradition over…

No one thanked him for that.

But, today, there wasn’t any practice, there weren’t any meetings to attend to, and come to think of it, there wasn’t Oliver or any presence of him, at all. It got me thinking. This isn’t normal, not at all. Oliver was not the type of person to skip, reschedule, or cancel anything that dealt with his team. Lately, something’s been amiss with him. And I didn’t need Katie or Angelina to tell me that. It was quite obvious, probably to everyone else as well.

I kept thinking that it was pretty early in the year to be upset about something, I mean, what could have possibly happened within a matter of weeks that could tear someone down that much? Someone needed to talk to him… And guess who that person, no matter what the consequences, was going to be?


If someone hadn’t brought it up to him by now, then who was going to? There was no reason for me to take this matter into a professor’s hands, when no one really clearly knew what was upsetting him the most. Katie and Angelina would make up some lame excuse as to why they couldn’t be there, Fred and George, well… who even understands what goes on in their minds, and the rest of the Quidditch team didn’t really have any type of relationship with him, outside of the pitch, so guess who that leaves?

I got dressed that morning, not really caring about make-up or anything, considering that I would just have to do it all over again later that evening for the party.

I walked down the stairs into the Common Room, where Angelina and George were sitting. Angelina spotted me, “Hey, Holly.”

“Good morning. Um, have either of you two seen Wood this morning?” I asked, in a general matter. Angelina shook her head, stating no.

“He left really early this morning,” George started, “I heard him around six.” I knew I had a look of confusion on my face.

“Why? There’s no Quidditch practice this morning…”I started. George just shrugged his shoulders. “Well… if you see him, can you please tell him that I need to talk to him?”

“Of course,” Angelina said, a little too happy. “This isn’t about last night, is it?”

A fake smile formed into my expression, “No, it’s not.” She smiled back.

I left, leaving Angelina and George, and started to make my way towards the Great Hall. I was on a mission, and nothing was stopping me from completing it.

After no sign of him in the Great Hall, the Library, or in the gardens, there was only one place left that he could be, his sanctuary. And sure enough, he was there.

I should have just looked there first.

The Quidditch pitch was wet and mudding from the recent rain, and yet, there was Oliver still trying to run in the sticky, thick mud. As I got closer, I just started to watch him. He seemed so dedicated. He started to slow down, and eventually, he fell to the ground. I didn’t see that coming.

I ran over to his side, and knelt down by his side.

“Wood, are you alright?” I asked him, hoping he would response.

He opened his eyes, and I think he was surprised to see me, “Williams, what are you doing here?”

“I needed to talk to you.” He was breathing very heavily, and sweat was covering his body.

Stop checking him out, Holly.

“About what?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing what to tell him. He was still lying on the ground, mud soaking through his clothes by now, and he seemed to have no intention of getting up. “Here, I’ll help you up,” I said, offering my hand. And surprisingly, he took it, graciously. He stood up quickly, probably a little too quickly, and started tumbling back down. He put his arm around my shoulder, I’m guessing so he wouldn’t fall, and tried balancing himself, once more.

His hand started grabbing my shoulder to tightly, “Are you going to be okay? You can barely stand.”

“Will… you walk me to the… changing rooms?” He asked me, with very little breath.

“Yeah,” I said. He was still hanging on to my shoulder, and it hurt like hell. But, I wasn’t going to say anything.  This was good. We were actually communicating.

Wow, that sounded really cheesy.

It took us a minute, or two, or more, to finally get over to the other side of the field. I tried placing him on one of the benches, but he just fell off, without in effort, and since his hand was still attached to my shoulder, I went down with him.

“I am so sorry, Williams.”

“It’s alright,” I said nicely.

We were both sitting together on the floor, leaning against the bench. We were closer than normal, too close for comfort, in my opinion.

“How long have you been out there?” I asked him.

“I don’t even know,” he said back quietly, still trying to manage his breathing. He finally removed his hand and arms from my shoulder, and now I was covered in mud. “Sorry about that…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What did you need to talk about, Williams?” He asked. I looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“Are you okay?” I asked. His facial expressions changed as he looked at me.

“Yeah, why?” He asked.

Here it goes.

“Well, I don’t know. You seem different to me, I guess,” I was still beating around the bush.

“How?” He asked. I couldn’t tell exactly how he was feeling.

“Well, first, you don’t sit with anyone in the Great Hall, or rarely ever. I saw you crying in the Common Rooms yesterday, and it seems that our arguments keep getting worse, and more useless,” I said.


He took in a deep breath, “What’s your point?” I just gave him a look.

“What do you mean; my point is I want to know what’s up. What’s bothering you this bad?” I was getting frustrated.

“Nothing is, Williams. It’s probably all just in your head. I feel fine, honestly,” He said, while trying to get up again. He succeed this time, but only slightly. He walked over to the other side of the bench.  I just remained on the floor.

 “You’re lying through your teeth, Wood. Everyone else has noticed too, but I’m the only one, apparently, who has any guts to confront you about it. I’m trying to be serious with you, if something’s up, telling me,” I told him, trying not to sound like I was begging for knowledge.

He looked me straight in the eye and spoke, “Williams, there is nothing wrong. It was just a stressful couple of days, from classes starting to holding try-outs; things can just get the best of us sometimes.”

I didn’t want to believe him. I shouldn’t believe him…

But what was the point of arguing with him? There was no reason for either of us to be pissed off again. He started wiping the semi-dried mud off of his face with a rag, and then tossed it to me.

“Here, you have mud on your face.”

“Thanks,” I said, simply.

He continued by taking his shirt off, and replacing it with a new, mud-free t-shirt, and then, he left to the bathrooms, and when he came back, he had a clean pair of pants on, as well.

Wow, was all I could think. I caught myself staring at him, and he did too.

He smiled, “Like what you see, Williams?”

“You’re an asshole.”

He laughed, “Thank you, I take pride in it.”


I rolled my eyes, but more in a joking matter. “Seriously, Williams,” He continued, “There’s nothing wrong, I promise. But, what I don’t understand is why you even care?”

“Well… you are my captain,” I stated.

He puffed out a laugh, “That’s never stopped you from being rude, and inconsiderate to me, before. What does it now suddenly matter?” I just shrugged my shoulders. He laughed again, and then looked at me, “Do you need a clean shirt?” He asked.  I looked down to see mud covering the entire half part of my torso.

“I’m okay, I have to go shower for the party, anyways,” I told him. “Thanks, though.” He nodded. But, then he started randomly laughing again, but it seemed like he was trying to find it this time.

“What’s so funny?” I couldn’t help but smiling myself. He walked back over to me, and sat down.

“Do you realize this is the first time we have talk in awhile that hasn’t involved screaming or fighting?” He asked me.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed,” I said, honestly. “But, I still believe you’re lying to me about why you have been so weird, lately.” He shook his head.

“Williams, I’m fine.”

“Can I ask you another question, though?” I asked him.


I took in a deep breath myself, this time, “Are you really trying to find someone to replace me as Seeker?” He laughed again.

“Williams, you were there. There wasn’t one person who compared to the skills you have. No one could replace you,” He said to me. “Just don’t piss me off anymore.”

I started laughing at that remark, “I’m not making any promises, Wood. But, I’m glad to hear that.” I wasn’t going to lie. “It kind of made my day, and it’s only around eleven.” I smiled.

“Well… good.” He smiled too. Was it just me, or did we seem way too happy? But, he suddenly became panic, “Wait, did you say it was around eleven?”

I looked at him, “Yeah, it was about half pass ten when I got here. Why?”

“Bloody hell,” he started to get up, “I don’t mean to leave, but I have to go. I’ll see you at the party, alright?” I just nodded my head yes, and he ran out. I sat back after he left, and just let out a sign of relief. That definitely went better then what I had originally imagined.




Later that evening, after a much needed shower, and a few hours working on hair and make-up, Angelina, Katie, and I were just about ready for seasonal Quidditch party. From the dormitories, you could already here people beginning to arrive. I slipped on my dress and shoes, and I was ready for this night to start. The music was already blasting.

The three of us headed down together, and already, it seemed like there were thousands of people there. I know that’s exaggerating it, a bit, but it definitely felt that way. Katie turned to me.

“THIS IS BLOODY CRAZY!” she exclaimed.

“I KNOW!” I yelled back to her, making sure she could hear me clearly.

“I’m going to go find George,” Angelina said, then walking into the crowd. Suddenly, I felt an arm glide across my shoulder. It reminded me of early today with Oliver, but it wasn’t him. It was Fred, who had his other arm around Katie’s shoulders.

“You ladies ready to party?” He screamed. We just laughed. “You guys want a drink?”

“Sure,” Katie said.

“I’m okay for right now, maybe later,” I said to him. He smiled.

“It’s all good, whatever floats your boats,” he said, and left, dragging Katie along, to go get some drinks.

I was just standing there, alone, watching everyone else talk and dance. I suddenly felt someone grabbing and pulling on my hand. I was dragged right into Oliver. “Dance with me, NOW!” He screamed, as if he was in a panic.

“Um, okay,” I said, still holding onto his hand while being dragged to where people were dancing. I must say, Oliver was looking good in a pair of slacks, a button-down, and a skinny tie.

Shut up, stop thinking that way.

Oliver and I were just dancing, for what seemed like the longest time. No words were spoken between us, but a few glances and smiles were shared. That’s when the mood changed, and slower song came on. We both immediately stopped dancing, and I turned to start walking away, when I felt him grip his hand around my wrist to stop me. He placed his hands around my waist, and at first, it felt awkward. I’m not going to lie. And I just gently rested my hands on his shoulders as he began to lead. I smiled brightly.

“What?” he asked me, also smiling himself.

I just shook my head, “Why did you ask me to dance?” He laughed.

“You see that girl over there, standing close to Katie,” He questioned me. I turned my head in the direction he was talking about, and saw a girl with blonde hair standing sort of close to Katie. “She’s basically stalked me since first year, and she just doesn’t seem to leave me alone.”

I eyes grew nig with shock, and I started giggling, “Oh, so I’m just here for you to use so you don’t have to dance with her?”

“Something like that…” he admitted. I just shook my head, and turned my gaze away from him. “But that’s not the only reason.”

“Really now?” I started, “Then what’s the other reason?” I asked.

“Well, Miss Williams, you do look beautiful tonight.” I could feel myself blushing.

“You’re such a cheese ball,” I said, while laughing.

He laughed too. “Oh, thanks, Holly. I try to give you a compliment, and what do I get in return? You calling me a ‘cheese ball’.”

We were both laughing so hard at this; it was weird not fighting with him. “You called me Holly again.”

“Well, it is your name, if I’m not mistaken.”

“You are right about that one, but you never call me Holly,” I stated, seriously.

He just shrugged. I didn’t expect an answer either. We continued the rest of our dance in silence, until the song finished playing. We still just stood there, as another song started playing, and everyone started dancing like monkeys, around us. “I’m going to go talk to Katie, for a minute.”  He just nodded to me, and we put walked away in separate directions. I found Katie talking to some random Ravenclaws over near the drink table.

“Katie!” I yelled her name, so she could spot me. She did.

“Holly, what’s going on?” she asked.

I laughed, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you need to explain to me how you and Oliver are dancing together, when just yesterday, you two couldn’t bear to be in each other’s presence,” she stated, shocked as hell.

 “Long story short, I went and talked to him this morning, and it just seems like the air is finally cleared,” I she to her, “But, I have this feeling that it’s not going to last very long.”

“What makes you think that!” She said, trying to scream over the crowd.

“It’s kind of how our relationship works,” I told her, like it was obvious. It should been by now, at least.

“Speaking of the devil, who’s he dancing with over there?” She asked, randomly.

I looked over into the crowd of people, and spotted Wood dancing with the girl he pointed out earlier. I just started to laugh, “I have no idea,” I said, answering her question.

She gave me a look, “Shouldn’t you be jealous or something, that another girl is dancing with your man?”

I loved how she put obvious emphasis on the word ‘man’ in that question.

“I’m not too worried.” I could tell she simply just didn’t understand. I was okay with that.

The night continued on with more dancing, drinking, and music.  It was just, over-all, a good time. There was no drama, at least on my part, to be heard of, and surprisingly, Wood and I got along just fine. We even danced a couple more time before the night was officially over with. Everyone was gone by, I’d say, two o’clock in the early morning, and everyone in the Gryffindor House just passed out on the floor or couches, without even attempting to walk up the giant stair case. But, as for me, I was still wide awake, along with Oliver.

“How was dancing with your stalker, Wood?” I asked him.

“Oh, it was bloody brilliant. Why dance with you, when I could have her, you know?” He paused for a slight second, and suddenly started speaking again, “Or anyone else, for the matter.” I laughed a little to myself.

I hit him gently in the stomach, but my hand still hurt slightly, when it felt like I was hitting a rock, “Be nice. She could be the next supermodel, and you wouldn’t have even given her the chance.”

“I highly doubt it,” he said, right away.

“And why is that?”

“Because there are prettier people in this world,” he said. My jaw dropped.

“You are so mean, Wood. You should never call a girl ugly!” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

You really shouldn’t.

“I didn’t say that she was ugly. To some guy, she’s probably the most beautiful girl in the world, but for me... she’s just not that person,” He said.

Good save there, buddy.

“Well, then who is?” I could see him blush.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.”

I laughed, “That’s kind of why I asked, idiot.”

“It’s a secret, Williams. Haven’t you ever heard that some things are just better left unsaid?” I just looked down at my hand in my lap.

“You have no idea.”

He really doesn’t.

“You’ll probably find out, one day though,” he said, breaking the silence.

I looked back up at him, “And what makes you say that?”

“All secrets are bound to be told sooner or later,” he said, not really looking in my direction.

I think I eventually passed out that evening, because I don’t remember too much after that. It was a very successful day, on my behalf. Maybe becoming friends with Oliver again would be better than nothing, in my opinion. Today was proof that it could be done, if we both tried. I liked the feeling of being able to have him to talk to again. Katie and Angelina just keep trying to convince me to Oliver’s feelings, and would prefer to have some normal conversations every once in a while, ones that don’t deal with Quidditch or relationships. We could have a discussion on trees, and I would be a happy girl.

But, there was one thing I kept thinking over and over in my mind, even after I fell asleep. I wondered if Oliver was right, about secrets eventually getting out for the whole world to hear. I was hoping he was majorly wrong, on that one.

If he only knew…


Author's Note: Well, there's another chapter for you, I hoped you all liked it, or loved it. Either works. Keep on the reviews and such, they make my day to know that people are actually enjoying this story! Well, what do you want to happen next with Oliver and Holly's relationship? I wanted to show a good side of Oliver, for once. He seemed to just be a bastard, haha (: THANKS GUYS!

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