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There I was, standing next to him; breathing the same oxygen as him. His eyes were as bright as ever, and he was wearing a smile that just seemed to make my heart melt. He placed him hands gently around my waist, and he bent over so our foreheads were touching. I looked up at him, and smiled brightly.

“Holly, I need to tell you something…” Oliver started. I was struggling to breathe. There was barely any space between us, and every moment felt endless. “I think I love you.” He leaned his head into mind, and gently kissed me on the lips. My only reaction was to kiss him back.

As the kiss got more and more passionate, his hands started to wonder, and they found the caress of my lower back. It sent shivers through my shine, every time he touched me. My hands stroked the back of his neck, and eventually made their way to his head, where I started messing with his hair. He pushed me back some, and pinned me to the stone-cold wall behind us.

We continued to kiss, our mouths beginning to open.

“Oliver…” I tried to say, in between kisses, “I can’t do this.”

He just ignored my comment, and I eventually forgot about it, myself. It felt like minutes were passing by so quickly. I definitely didn’t want this to end, not just yet. We stop kissing, catching our breaths, but for only a minute. Oliver released his hand from me, lifted off his shirt and threw it to the side. He placed his hands flat against the wall, blocking me from ever escaping…

Not like I was planning on it.

“Holly...?” Oliver asked suddenly. I didn’t answer him, I just kept gazing into his eyes. I was breathing heavier now, I could tell. “Holly…?” He asked again.

I still didn’t respond.

“Wake up,” he told me. I was now confused, as he started shaking me. “Holly, wake up!” I heard again.

I opened my eyes.

It was a dream? Damn.

“Holly, are you alright?” I heard again, realizing, this time, it was Katie. I looked around to see that I lying in my bed, in the girls’ dormitories.

“Yeah, I’m fine, mate. Why do you ask?”

She just laughed, “You were talking in your sleep, quite loudly, I might add.” I was embarrassed.

“What, exactly, was I saying?” I asked, not really knowing if I want to hear the answer.

That’s when, of course, Angelina popped out of nowhere.

Oh, Oliver, I can’t do this…” she stated, trying to be overly dramatic. Both Katie and Angelina were laughing like wild animals.

“I do not sound like that.”

“Yes you do, Holly,” Angelina said, while still laughing. I threw a pillow at her. “Hey, now that was not necessary!”

I just smiled.

“Um, Holly, if you don’t mind me asking,” Katie started, trying to finally calm down, “What can’t you do?”

“I’m not telling you two, anything!” I yelled.

“Oh, come on,” Angelina pressed on. I just shook my head. “It was freaking hilarious! Just tell us.”

“No,” I simply stated.

We all laughed together now.

“Fine, but we do have Quidditch practice, so you better hurry and get up,” Katie told me.

I quickly jumped out of my bed, threw on some shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt, put my hair up into a messy ponytail, and left with Katie and Angelina to head down towards the Quidditch pitch.

I have never been excited for a Quidditch practice in the longest time, but now that Wood and I were on good terms, I felt excited. And I couldn’t help but admitting to the fact that half of my excitement was I was going to see Oliver.

I’m completely crushing right now, and I’m not sure if I like it.

We walked onto the Quidditch pitch, all of us probably expecting the same old Oliver Wood, with the same old unfair practices, and the same yelling you hear every time.

“Okay, everyone, no suiting up today. We’re just going to work on strength and flying. So, twenty laps running around the pitch, and Williams and I will lead. Let’s go!” He finished saying. I came right up to his side, and starting running the laps.

“And why are we leading today?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, Williams. Just thought it would be fun,” he said, while trying to smile.

We were about to start our final lap, when Oliver turned and looked at me. “Williams, you want to participate in a bet?”

I tried laughing, but I was running out of breath, “Depends on what the bet is, Wood.”

“Sprinting the final lap, if I win, you have to come on a walk with me after practice,” he told him. I looked away.

“And if I win?” I questioned him. He just shrugged.

“I’ll jump in to the Black Lake naked,” He offered. I smiled, slyly.

“Deal,” I said, still looking ahead.

“Ready?” He asked.

I didn’t say anything.

“GO!” he yelled.

We started sprinting across the field, with Oliver and I, pretty much, neck-in-neck of each other. I honestly couldn’t tell who was going to finish first. I knew all the runners behind us were confused out of their minds. We were still running right besides each other. I felt the wind rushing through my hair, and whipping my face, as I ran. My eyes started watering, slightly, from the cold and musky air. Oliver was pulling ahead of me, and I was starting to feel the pain build up in my legs. I needed a plan of action.

Ah ha.

It probably wasn’t my best idea, and I would come off as a bit of a wimp, but oh well, I thought to myself. I kept on running, and slowly started to slow down, when I forced myself to fall, flat on to the muddy ground, looking as if I tripped.

“Shit,” I said, after looking up. Oliver continued running, until he noticed that I wasn’t besides him anymore. He stopped immediately, and jog over to where I was laying. We were inches away from where the so-called ‘finish line’ was.

I hope this works out.

He bent down next to me, and looked very considered. “Williams, are you alright? What happened?” He seemed to be slightly panicking.

“My ankle, I think I broke it,” I said, trying to be the best actress I could.

He looked down at my ankle, touching it gently. I felt it was necessary to add in some moans of pain when he would handle my ‘injury’. By this time, the other team members gathered around us.

“What’s going on,” Katie asked, finally catching up and retrieving her breath.

“Williams hurt her ankle,” Oliver stated.

Katie looked down at me, and without Oliver noticing me, I winked at her. A smile appeared on her face.

“Holly, are you alright?” She asked, trying to play along. I don’t really think Katie knew what game she was getting herself into, but it was definitely an enjoyment to have someone know what was going on.

“I’ll be fine,” I told her. She was still smiling.

“I’ll take you to the Hospital Wing,” Oliver started, “Here, let me help you up.” He offered me his hand, and I was more than pleased to take it. I held onto his hand, while he helped me stand back up. But, suddenly, I smiled quite slyly. He just looked at me, definitely noticed my change in facial expressions. “What are you smiling about?” He asked.

That’s when I pulled down on his arm, threw him into the ground, right where I had been sitting, and started running again for dear life. Let’s just say…

I won.

All the team, including Katie and Angelina, were dying of laughter. They started chanting my name, as well. Oliver was still on the ground, looking over to me. He didn’t seem angry, but I couldn’t say he looked happy either.

“Oh, Oliver Wood was just beaten at his own game!” George yelled across the pitch.

Everyone came over to me, and was still laughing away. Katie and Angelina just kept mentioning how brilliant my little stunt was. I just smiled. I pulled away from the crowd, and slowly walked over to Oliver.

I looked down at him, and lifted out my hand to him. He took it.

“Nice job, Williams,” he said.

I nodded. “Thanks.”

“A bet’s a bet, I suppose,” He finally said.

“After practice, it’s on,” I said back to him. And I walked away.

I thought after my little scheme, Oliver would just decide to punish me with more laps, or something along those lines, but nothing. I was quite happy.

“Good practice today, everyone,” Oliver started speaking, afterwards. Everyone was about dead from drills, and no one was really paying any attention. Oliver knew this. Everyone knew this. But, he still continued talking, “Our first game is a week from tomorrow, and I hope to see you all rested and ready. You guys are dismissed.”

Everyone, slowly but surely, made their way towards the changing rooms. Before I could move anywhere, Oliver came up beside me, and grabbed my wrist to stop me.

“Meet me here, in twenty minutes.”

And that was it. I shook my head, in a teasingly way, and walked away.

I changed pretty quickly, or at least, quicker then I usually do, and just sat there, talking to Katie and Ang. “So, we’re going to head to lunch with Fred and George. You want to come?” Angelina asked me.

“No thanks, I have other plans.” She eyed me, curiously.

“Doing what, exactly?” She asked.

“Well, I have a bet with Oliver,” I simply stated.

Katie and Angelina just looked at me, and then started smiling.

“YOU HAVE A DATE WITH OLIVER?” They both just happened to yelled together.

Shit.

I signed, “It’s not a date. I made a bet with him, and that’s what the whole ankle-fake-injury thing comes into effect.”

“Whatever, it’s a date. No matter what you say,” Angelina stated. I just shook my head. “Well, I’m starving, and I don’t want to keep you any longer from your afternoon date, so I’m going to go. Katie, are you ready?” she asked.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

I followed them out, saying that I would catch up with them later.

That’s when I saw Oliver, dressed in a button-down shirt and ripped jeans, standing near the edge of the pitch. I just laughed.

“What was the point of dressing up, when you’re just going to have to dress down to jump in the lake?” I asked him, while laughing quietly.

“Shut up, you just want to see me naked, Williams.”

Well…

We were walking in the direction of the Black Lake, when Oliver started talking again.

“Nice little stunt you pulled today. That should be considered cheating,” he said.

“You never established any ‘rules’, Wood. There was no cheating here,” I smiled knowing that I was right.

“Well, that should just be an obvious thing, wouldn’t you think?” He asked.

“No.”

He laughed, “Of course.”

We reached the banks of the lake, more away from the castle, so anyone couldn’t be able to see us. Oliver stopped, and took his shoes off.

“Well, Wood, I won. Don’t back down now,” I stated. I just watched him, as he took his shirt off.

Can you say ‘sexy’?

I told my brain to shut the hell up. He continued by unzipping his jeans, and slipping them down to his ankles. He turned to face me, “Williams, I know you are admiring my body here, but look away.” I laughed a very sarcastic laughed, and then turned away to another direction. I waited, until I heard a splash, and then turned back around.

I looked out into the Black Lake, but I couldn’t see Oliver anywhere.

“Oliver?” I called out.

There was no answer.

I was beginning to worry. I continued looking out at the lake. “Oliver?” I called out again. I stepped closer the edge. I felt some grab my shoulders, and squeeze me tight. The next thing I knew, I was under water. It was Oliver.

What a little bastard.

I wasn’t going to let him win this time, either.

I pulled myself to the service to breathe, but I didn’t slowly. I heard Oliver say, “I got you!”

“Oliver…” I went back under the water. “I. Can’t. Swim.” I heard him gasp. He quickly swam over to me, grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me up. I pulled my hands up, placed them on top of his head, and shoved him under. I laughed, waiting for him to come back up.

Sucker.

He came back up, and looked angry, “That was not funny, Williams. You really scared me.” I just kept laughing.

“Sorry but there was no way in fucking hell I was letting you get away with that move,” I told him.

“I was just trying to get back at you,” he said.

“Calm down, Wood. There is no reason to get upset about this,” I said, trying to discontinue my laughter.

We were there, wading in the freezing cold water, and my clothes started to become heavy.

“Can we get out now,” I asked.

“Definitely.”

We swam to the edge, and climbed out. Oliver was still in his boxers.

“You cheated,” I said, pointing to his boxers.

“You did too.”

Touché.

He stood up, put on his dry clothes, which I was completely jealous of at the moment, and then walked over to me, helping me to my feet, “Are you alright?” he asked.

I was standing there, shivering like a maniac. “Well, I’m standing outside, in soaking wet clothes. Do you think I’m feeling alright?”

He signed. “Here,” he said, and gave me his shirt.  It didn’t really help that much, but I wasn’t going to argue with him. There just wasn’t a good reason too. And the shirt had his scent attached to it, that amazing smell that always lingered from him. “Better?”

I just shook my head.

We automatically just started walking back towards the castle, not really questioning our actions. It was silent for most of the time, but I wouldn’t necessarily call it ‘awkward’. It was simple, I guess was a way a of stating it. Something about the silence just seemed to make up for all the arguing and fights we’ve had since the beginning of sixth year. I believe Oliver noticed as well.

“Williams, why did we ever start hating each other?” This question definitely proved my theory.

 I didn’t know how to respond. “Quidditch.” He laughed.

“Well, that I understand. But, a sport can’t come between a relationship,” he said. I was questioning his choice of words. “Actions, emotions, feelings – those things come between people.”

“Well,” I started, “I was angry, not exactly at you, at first. Mostly because I felt as if I deserved that spot just as much as you did.”

He laughed again, “So, jealously started all of that.”

“I wasn’t jealous!” I argued. He just stared me down. “Okay, fine, I was. But, you being the cocky ass you are, didn’t make it a whole lot better.”

“Can you blame a guy for being excited about something like this? I worked my whole Hogwarts career for that one moment.” I looked away.

“And you don’t think that I felt the same?” I asked. He didn’t answer me. “And you knew it too,” I suddenly said, stopping dead in my tracks.

Something was building inside me, like a fire burning faster, brighter, and higher.

“You knew all along that I would be pissed off about that fact that you nailed that captain position, because I would forever have to live it down that I wasn’t the best on the Gryffindor team. I would have to FINALLY admit to the fact the Oliver Wood was better than myself, at something that I had practice all my life,” I sprayed out.

“Williams, stop yourself before you say something stupid,” Oliver commented back.

“No, because, honestly, Wood, I think this is why I never even attempted to fix our beaten friendship again. Because deep down inside me, I knew that I would never forget any of these moments. We were best friends, Wood, remember that? And then that first practice, you brutally murdered me. You’re fucking attitude changed, and you were never the same person again,” I finished. I breathed in deeply, trying to fight off an unwanted tear.

“I’m sorry.”

I looked up at him, staring straight into his eyes.

He continued, “Everything you mentioned, for the most part, is true. I’m not going to argue with you about that, but Williams, our friendship wasn’t ruined because I became Quidditch captain. It changed because you let come between us, and let it affect us. And everyone around us, for that matter. We all split up, you turning Katie and Angelina against me, while I was there, confused as hell wondering where I went wrong. “

I signed, “I did not turn Katie and Ang against you, Wood.”

He seemed to ignore my last comment and continue on, “You were probably the greatest friend I ever had, Williams. We are so much alike, it’s too bloody ridiculous to even really realize. It hurt when you started avoiding me whenever you possibly could, or how you wouldn’t even look at me without having this expression of anger and disgust. I pushed you that one day at practice because I pissed out of my mind, and then afterward, you came up and started screaming at me. I noticed that I was the only way I could get you to even talk to me, or interact with me at all.”

I wanted to cry. I wanted to just breakdown.

But I didn’t.

“This is good, you know?” I spoke, breaking the compelling silence. He just shook his head in agreement, I supposed. I sniffed back my tears, still wanting to escape. “You’re a good captain, Wo… Oliver. Really, you are.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. “I want to be friend again.”

“Me too.”

And that’s where it ended, the conversation, at least. We continued our walk back towards the castle, where everyone was probably wondering where the both of us were. I walked into the Common Room to find Fred and Angelina playing, what looked like, an intense game of Wizard’s Chess, and Katie sitting on a near-by chair, reading a book of some sorts.

Katie looked up and spotted Oliver and I, “Where have you guys been?” she asked. “It’s been almost two hours since Quidditch practice ended.”

“Just a walk, that’s all. No worries,” I said.

Angelina stood up, making her way over towards me, “Holly, will you come upstairs with me for a moment, I need to… show you something… yeah, that works.” I laughed at how quite obvious my lovely friend always was.

Fred just looked up, “What about our game, here?” he said, pointing towards the board.

“I’ll be back down, I’m just showing her something,” she stated. “Katie, why don’t you come too?”

Katie placed her book on the table, which I noticed it to be a Potions books, forgetting we had an examination the following morning, and followed Angelina and I up the stairs, towards the dormitories. The pushed me down on the bed, and basically blocked any ways for me to escape this conversation.

“I thought you were showing me showing, Ang,” I laughed at her.

“Shut up, Holly. You know I was lying. Everyone knows I was lying. Wood’s probably down there not even knowing what to think…”

Shit.  Forgot about that.

“Well…” Angelina egged me on.

“What?” I questioned her, even though I knew exactly what she wanted to hear. She wanted to know what happened with Oliver during our little ‘walk’. She wanted to know and understand every detail, and she wanted to know every word spoken between the two of us.

“Tell me EVERYTHING.”

I knew it.

Katie just stood there, off to the side, viewing the current situation. I just smiled at them both. They both grew more intrigued.

“What?” Katie asked.

“Oh nothing,” I simply stated.

“Oh, come on, something must have happened?” Angelina questioned me.

“Not really, it was just a walk. Honestly…” I said.

Lies. It was all just a bunch of lies.




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Author's Note: Well, finally. Here you go, guys! Usually I was updating fast like crazy. I was quite proud of myself, but I just haven't been home lately. But, I'm finally done with this chapter. Enjoyed it, I hope (: Please continue reviewing. Over 300 read already, thank you ever so much. Well, what did you think? I personally like how Oliver becoming more open? How about you?

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