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Days seemed to be going by faster and faster, as the first game of the Quidditch season approached. Practices were getting longer, classes seemed to be going slower, and the rest of the day was pretty much a daze after that. Katie, Angelina, and I were officially way too tired to accomplish anything. This was that only thing any of us despised about the Quidditch season. The only one who would disagree to that was, none other than… drum roll please… Oliver Wood.

Were still on good terms, but he was the only one who enjoyed the six hour practices, and the many impossible laps that were given to us… Every. Single. Day.

“Oliver, come on! Can we please have a break?” I asked, after running my final lap around the pitch.

He just glared at me, as if I offended him, “Williams, are you not taking this seriously?! Our first game is just around the corner, and you want to take a break? It’s not necessary.”

I just shook off his rude answer, and continued my way back onto the pitch to rejoin Katie and Angie. I couldn’t run anymore, and my breath was non-existent.

“What did Oliver have to say?” Katie asked, looking hopeful.

I rolled my eyes, “Nothing to get excited about, he’s just being his usual bloody self.”

“Yeah, well that’s not surprising, or anything…” Ang stated, with tons of sarcasm.

“Well, we’ve got all year to deal with this, and I’m still not looking forward to it,” I told them both.

Katie eyed me weirdly, “I thought you and Oliver were like okay now?”

“We are,” I answered honestly, “But, he’s still ‘him’.”

They both laughed.

“What are you guys laughing at?” I asked.

Angie spoke up, “Nothing, it’s just hilarious how everyone sees something going on between the two of you, except you and Oliver.” I rolled my eyes again.

“Ang, we don’t need to talk about this right now.”

“Holly, seriously, this is an important matter to discuss,” Angelina continued.

“Not on the Quidditch pitch, when the certain topic happens to be standing about five feet away,” I told her, starting to get a little angry.

“Yeah, she’s right, Angie,” Katie said.

Angelina walked away. “Thanks, best friend.” She nodded.

Practice continued on, and by the end, the sun was just reaching its high point of the day. I had classes the next day, along with a Potions exam for Snape, and I definitely wasn’t prepared. Mentally and physically, I was shot. Sitting in the Common Room, trying to study, wasn’t helping either. Angelina and Katie were gabbing about who-knows-what; Fred and George were also hanging out, and some little first years were blasting music so loud, that all I wanted to do was go over there and punch them in the face.

Potions definitely wasn’t my best subject. So I needed a place to study, quietly.

Walking along the grounds of the castle was probably the most relaxing thing I’ve done all day. I needed out of that stuffy Common Room so I could actually study without being distracted every five seconds. As I found a random place to sit down on the grass, I pulled out my notes and started reading.

It was peaceful, I thought to myself. The sun was out, and even thought there were people outside, it wasn’t anything like the noise and chatter coming from the Common Room. I found myself dozing off, though. I was still pretty whipped from Oliver’s latest torture, and a nap seemed more appealing then studying for something that I knew I was going to fail, anyways.

There was no dream, or anything to block me from resting. It was a quiet, and very relaxing nap.

This ended quickly…

“Williams,” someone shook me.

“Oliver, go away.”

“I need some help though.”

“Ask someone else, then. I’m studying, can’t you tell?” I said, still laying on the grass with my eyes sealed shut.

“Please, Williams?” he questioned me. I finally opened my eyes, revealing his face, and the bright sunlight. He stood up, hovering over me, and stuck out his hand, wishing for me to grab it. I stood up, without taking his hand gesture.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Follow me.”

A simple answer, or command, I couldn’t really tell. But I followed anyways.

We kept walking along, until we were right back to where my ‘wonderful’ day had started, the Quidditch field. “Oliver, if you’re seriously going to make me do MORE bloody push-ups or something, then I’m out. I’m already tired as hell.”

“No, that’s not it. I swear.” I believed him. He grabbed my hand, but not in the romantic type of way. “Come here,” he stated, and dragged me along.

He dragged me into the changing rooms. “What’s going on?” I asked him, very confused.

“I want you to have sex with me, in the shower.”

He stated that like it was no big deal. “Um, Oliver…”

“I’m kidding.”


“Well, than what do you need help with?”

He sat me down on the bleachers, and went around the corner. When he finally came back into view, he was carrying a shit load of clothing. “What’s all that for?” I asked.

“I need you to pick out an outfit for me, please.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, laughing, while standing up, and walking over to where he was standing.

“Yes, I’m dead serious.” He meant it, I knew he did.

“For what, exactly?” I was curious.

He looked up into my eyes, “I have a dinner date with a friend of mine.” I eyes widened.

“Who?” I asked him.

“You don’t know her,” he started to say, while taking off his shirt. I watched him as he did, but I felt like I was mentally violating him, so I turned away. Even though, I really didn’t want to.

“Why do I have to pick something out for you to wear?”

“Well, you’re a girl or something close to it…” I smacked him. “I’m kidding.” He smiled. “But, seriously, you’re like my best friend here, Williams.”

When he called me his ‘best friend’, I didn’t really know what to think. I guess I never really noticed that Oliver didn’t have many close friends outside of the Quidditch team. “So, you want me to pick out an outfit for you to wear on your date tonight?”

“Yes,” he said, while smiling.

I looked at all the clothing he had put in front of us. “And is there a reason why we didn’t just go into the dormitories, and do this? I mean, you hauled your entire closet down here.”

“Girls aren’t allowed in the boys’ dormitory. And people would have talked if they had seen us…” he stated.


I observed all the choices in front of me, “So, what should I wear?”

“Is the girl pretty?” I asked.

Oliver eyed me, questionably, “What does that have to do with anything?”

I giggled, slightly, “Well, I need to know what type of girl she is so I can choose properly for you.” That was complete and utter bullshit. The real reason I asked him was because I couldn’t help feeling a sense of jealousy boiling in my stomach.

“Okay,” he started. “Yes, she is very pretty.”

“Hmmm… well…” I was still looking, taking my time.  I could feel Oliver’s eyes watching me as I did. “Wear this,” I finally told him. I pulled up a plain white button down shirt.

“Are you sure?” He asked. I nodded my head as I handed him the shirt.

He buttoned it up his lean stomach… asdfghjkl; and tucked it in into his ripped up jeans. He looked up at me with a smile.

“Well?” he questioned me. I just stared at him. He did look handsome.

“You look good.”

“Are you positive about this?” He asked, “It seems too simple.”

“It’s suppose to be.” He just looked at me. “I wouldn’t lie to you, we’re best friends, remember?” We both smiled this time.

Even though it killed me inside and out, I couldn’t help wishing I was the girl Oliver was going to be hanging out with tonight. I couldn’t help imagining him with some other girl, besides me. Katie and Angie didn’t count in my book. They had Fred and George. And honestly, I also couldn’t think about the possibilities of him liking another girl. I guess my ‘secret’ crush for Oliver was growing larger and stronger, at that.

When my little train of thought was over, I discovered Oliver sitting on the bleachers. I walked over and joined him myself, feeling all the pressure relieving from my aching legs as I did.

“So, what are you doing tonight?” He asked me.

“Studying for Potions, something that you should be doing as well…” I commented.

He laughed at me, “I will. Eventually.” I shook my head.

“So, where’s this ‘date’ of yours tonight?”

I was definitely trying to emphasize the word, ‘date’.

He looked away from me, “Over in Hogsmeade.”

“How are you getting there without any of the professors noticing you’re gone? This little stunt has detention written all over it,” I said.

“I have my ways,” he said, slyly. It was quite attractive the way he did.

Shut up.

“So, who exactly are you going out with tonight?” I asked.

He just shrugged, “I told you, you wouldn’t know her.”

I couldn’t tell why, but for some reason, I had this feeling that Oliver didn’t want to tell me.

“So just because I don’t know her, you can’t tell me her name?” I questioned him. I felt like I was snooping, which I was, but I honestly didn’t give a shit.

“Why do you want to know, anyways?” He retaliated.

“We’re best friends, and best friends tell each other everything.”

He just smiled, “You’re taking this ‘best friend’ thing way too seriously. If you must know… her name’s Elizabeth.”

“How did you meet her?”

“You sure have a lot of questions,” he commented. I gave him a look, “She and her parents have been family friends for as long as I can remember. She’s in Ravenclaw.”

“I see, well have fun. I’m glad I could help you out here…” I said, before standing up.

“Wait.” Oliver called after me. I turned around and faced him.

“Yeah?” I asked, simply.

“Never mind…” He said. “I’ll see you later.” I looked at him, wishing he would have actually told me whatever he was going to say.

I didn’t see Oliver the rest of the day. I was still up past curfew, sitting in the Common Room, wearing my baggiest pants and a tank top, and drinking a cup of tea, trying to still understand some of these stupid potion combinations. Potions just don’t come easily when you haven’t slept, and have no energy left inside your entire body. It was about midnight when I heard the door open and close. I looked up from where I was sitting, and saw Oliver walking in.

“Hey there,” I said to him.

He jumped, “Bloody hell, Williams. You scared me.”

I bit my lip. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You’re out late.” I was just pointing out the obvious.

“I could say the same thing about you.”


“Yeah, I’m still studying for Potions tomorrow, or today, I guess, depending on how you look at it,” I said, trying to get myself to stop talking.

“It won’t be that bad,” he said, coming to sit next to me on the couch.

“Coming from the guy who says a hundred laps at practice isn’t ‘that bad’,” I said, while laughing.

Oliver didn’t laugh.

“Any ways, Williams, if you needed help, all you had to do was ask.”

“Who said that I needed help?” I asked him. He just eyed me, curiously. And then we both began to smile. Compare to how our relationship has been for the past few years, smiling and laughing had become second nature between the two of us. I shut my book, not really caring any more, and sat up more straight. “Well, how was your date?” I felt weird asking him this. And honestly, I wish that I didn’t even have the option to ask such a question, unless, of course, it was something dealing with moi.

“It was good, I suppose.”

That was all I got. I didn’t get a descriptive answer about everything little thing they did. And after thinking about it for a little while longer, I realized that I didn’t even want to know all the details. There was only one thing I wanted to fully know…

“That’s great. I bet she really likes you.”

“Why do you say that?” He asked me. I didn’t know how to respond. Well, actually, I did. But it wasn’t something I wanted him to hear. I could have told him that she must love the way your eyes sparkle every time you smile, or how every time you speak, every word is perfected by your amazing Scottish accent. And, of course, there was no possible way of getting around without noticing your abs. But I didn’t say any of that. Instead I simply said…

“Because you’re Oliver Wood.”

Great answer, Holly.

He laughed once again, and I kept feeling this sensation of melting.

What was I getting myself into, anyways? I can’t like Oliver. It’s just not possible for us to be anything more than friends, considering the past few years. If anything like that happened, the universe would most likely come to a halt, and it would be the end to everything we know and love. It would be total destruction.

“Well, Oliver Wood is going to bed,” he started, “I’m tired as hell.”

“I should too.” I really did need to get some sleep, but there was no way my body was going to let me rest right now.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” He made it more of a question, rather than a statement. I nodded my head yes, and he continued his way to the stairs. “Night, Williams.” I heard him say from the stairwell.

I was just looking into the fire, smiling.

I did eventually find my way up the stairs myself, and plopping down onto my bed. It felt amazing to be lying down, and closing my eyes, without any distractions. Katie and Angelina were sleeping. I could hear their snoring. And there was absolutely no noises coming from outside the windows. It was a peaceful night. One that I truly and desperately needed.

I thought that sleep and dreams would come easy to me, but they didn’t. I had my mind concentrated on Oliver Wood, and how he told me nothing about his date. If he had a good time, wouldn’t he have like to tell me about it, and explain how it was amazing? Wouldn’t he want to tell me that Elizabeth looked beautiful that night? Wouldn’t he want to tell me that their conversations were simply, but filled with lots of laughs and jokes? Wouldn’t he want to tell me that the night with the amazing Ravenclaw ended with one of those kisses that just make your body fill with butterflies every time you just think about it? But I guess…

He didn’t want to tell me.

But the real question that should be asked is ‘why not’?

I wanted him to tell me EVERYTHING. And the true reason I did was because I couldn’t help feeling that maybe I wanted this. I wanted to be sneaking around the grounds just to go on a date with Oliver. I wanted to be the amazing girl that Oliver thought was beautiful. I wanted the good conversations with Oliver. I wanted a butterfly-filled kiss from Oliver. I wanted Oliver.

I wanted Oliver Wood. I LIKED OLIVER WOOD!

That’s it, the true. That’s what it was. And I couldn’t help it. This is what I’m feeling. That’s why I wanted to know more details, that’s why I wanted him to talk to me about his date with Elizabeth. But why did he ask me to pick out his outfit for the night? And how come when he walked in, he didn’t seem like he was happy, at all?

If a date goes well, shouldn’t you feel happy?

I probably did finally fall asleep that night, but I don’t quite remember. I must have been daydreaming. When I opened my eyes to the bright early morning sun, I saw Katie and Angie already getting ready for breakfast in the great hall.

I like Oliver Wood, I thought again just like I had only a couple of hours ago.

Katie and Angelina were moving around and getting ready for what they thought was going to be a normal day, as usual. But little did they know that the universe had suddenly come to a halt all because I’m a girl who has a crush… on Oliver Wood.


Author's Note: Well, I finally got another chapter validated. And I hope you enjoy this one. I loved writing this chapter mostly because it was more Oliver and Holly together and friendly, haha (: But, tell me what you think, as awlays. Review for me ! Oh and question. Do you want me to actually make Elizabeth a character or keep her in the shadows? I haven't exactly decided what I want to happen yet. I need opinions. Okay thanks everyone. Oh and the story already has 700+ reads. YAY (:

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