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You’re amazing, you know that? The words were ringing toward my head repeatedly.

My eyes were still closed shut, but I could feel myself waking up slowly from my slumber. My body was tensing up, and as I tried to move for the first time, I felt pain shoot through my back as I attempted to stretch my muscles. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to prevent the pain.

“Miss Williams…” I heard someone say. When my eyes finally peaked through, I saw Madam Pomfrey leaning over me, staring at me straight in the eyes. “How are you feeling?” She asked.

I wanted to say something sarcastic, like… Yes, I’m feeling bloody wonderful after getting smashed by a bludger into the side of my arm and then falling off my broom to hit the ground at so many feet. But instead, I simply said… “I’m okay.” She just smiled.

Good decision, Holly.

“Well, I’m glad. But I’m afraid you’ll be in a cast for a few weeks,” she said to me. I looked down at my left arm and noticed it wrapped from my shoulder, down. And I could barely move it, as well. “Don’t try and bother with it, it’s not going to budge.” It felt tight and uncomfortable. “Take this please”

She handed me a small-sized cup filling with some thick-looking liquid. I quickly drank it, and it didn’t taste all too pleasant. Madam Pomfrey just gave me a look.

“Well I never said it tasted like pumpkin juice,” I heard her say, as I handed back the cup. She messed around a little on the bed-sized table. “You should be able to go by late this afternoon, and as for Quidditch and activities, you’re just going to have to lay low for the time being…”

That was something that I just didn’t want to hear.

“Alright,” I said.

“I’ll be back later for your check-up. No sudden movements and the pain should be bearable,” she finished before leaving the room. I laughed to myself from the last remark she made. I tried sitting up straighter, and adjusting my position, and eventually, I finally got comfortable enough.

I looked around and everything seemed white, bright, and somewhat bland. But something colorful made my head turn. On the same bedside table that Madam Pomfrey was standing besides moments before, was a vase of different types of flowers. It brought a smile to my face, thinking that Katie and Angelina were thinking about me.

My mates are brilliant.

I saw a card next to it, and even though I took my precious time to even grab it, I eventually did. I opened it, expecting to see heart-filled message from my best mates that was somewhat on the sarcastic side, thanks to Angie. But what was really inside shocked me.

Williams, what you did was incredible.

I hope you feel better soon.

And I meant what I said to you…

You really are amazing.

-Oliver.

I reread the card over and over, still taking in every single word, and every single sentence. I was still in shock that Oliver Wood would even send me flowers in the first place; I was expecting them to be from Katie or Angelina, or for that matter, even from Fred and George before I would even consider Oliver. He has Elizabeth now.

Boredom was getting the best of me, sitting there in the Hospital Wing. The only thing I had for my personal amusement was the flowers that Oliver had sent me. I couldn’t get over the fact that they were from him… but that’s when I heard a door open and shut.

It was Katie and Angie.

“You’re awake!” Katie exclaimed, running up to the bed and places her arms around me. I struggled to hide the pain that she was causing.

Angelina also came and hugged me, “You’ve been out for like an entire day.”

“Really?” I asked them both. I didn’t realize I was passed out for that long.

“Yeah, we were all getting worried for you, mate,” Katie said. I kind of smiled at this.

“Well, what’s been happening since I’ve been asleep?” I asked.

They both shrugged their shoulders, “Nothing really,” Angie started, “We were going to have a celebration for the Quidditch match, but no one thought it would be right without you.”

“Oliver pitched the idea that we wait until you were well and out of the Hospital Wing,” Katie explained.

“Thanks, but you guys could’ve had a party without me. I wouldn’t have mind.”

“And we know that…” Katie said. “It just didn’t feel right. We all agreed.”

I smiled once more.

“I think I have the most amazing friends in the entire wizarding world.” After I said this, we all laughed together. “Oh, so look what woke up to this morning.” I reached over, slowly I might add, to grab the tiny card off the table once more, and handed it to the girls.

 

Angelina read it out-loud, “Williams, what you did was incredible. I hope you feel better soon. And I meant what I said to you…You really are amazing. Oliver,” she finished. She just sat there, staring at it, probably reading it to herself this time.

 

Good, at least I’m not the only one shocked by this.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Katie asked.

“I was just as shocked as you two are,” I said to them. “I would never expect him to send me flowers.”

“Screw the flowers, Holly!” Angie started. “He just flat out called you amazing.”

I shook it off, “The little details mean nothing…”

“You’re bloody lying,” Ang started. “You’re in love with this boy.”

“Love isn’t exactly the word I would choose.”

“Holly, listen. This is proof that there is something going on in that mentally challenged brain of his, and that something just happens to be thoughts of you,” Angelina told me, seriously.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but Angie’s right.”

“How did that feel to say, Kate?” I asked, trying to hold back a giggle.

“Horrible. I feel like vomiting,” she said, while holding her stomach. We all laughed together.

“What would I do without you girls?” I said, to no one in general. Katie took a look at the clock that was hanging near the window.

“Bloody hell, were going to be late for Charms! Angie, we have to leave now!” She said, panicking.

“That’s Katie, for you,” Ang started.

“Let’s go!” Katie exclaimed. “We’ll see you later, Holly.” I waved good-bye, as they left the Hospital Wing. And once again, I was left alone. Lying in bed all day was something I wasn’t necessarily used too. I have never been this inactive in my life, except, of course, when I’m sleeping. I’m use to Oliver Wood’s physically torturing practices, with the millions of laps, suicides, and everything in between. But never have I been put up to the challenge of being a bored and lazy teenager. This was probably going to be the death of me.

Madam Pomfrey still hadn’t given me the ‘alright’ to leave the Wing. I hadn’t seen her since this afternoon, and it was almost about to hit eleven o’clock in the evening. Katie and Angelina did stop by, not too long ago, but they didn’t stay long considering they had their homework and some studying to do. And apparently Oliver was holding a meeting tomorrow, one that I wasn’t informed of.

And as I continued sitting there, I kept thinking about something… or better yet, someone. Oliver hadn’t taken the time out of his day to come and visit me. He didn’t even stop in for a second to even make sure I was awake. I didn’t understand why I was so angry. I mean, the boy did send me flowers. But, that’s just the thing. He can take time to bring me flowers to my bedside, but not come and visit later to see if I was doing alright?

Okay, I started thinking; I have no right to be mad at Oliver.

And I really didn’t. We’re just friends, after all. I guess him and Lizzie must have been caught in something.

Ew. I didn’t necessarily want to be thinking about THAT either.

Madam Pomfrey never ended up giving me the okay to leave for the evening, so I was stuck in this dreadful place for another night, it seemed. I didn’t have anything to keep me occupied like a book or anything of that sort, and I felt like I would go insane of pure boredom. So eventually falling asleep that night was a true blessing. But dreaming about a certain BOY WONDER eliminated the effectiveness of it all together. He just kept jumping into my mine, wake and slumber. I noticed lately that whenever I thought of him, I caught myself laughing in a girlish way. Or when I woke up after having a pleasant dream that he was featured in, I was smiling. There was just something so hypnotizing about Oliver Wood, but I didn’t necessarily know what that charming factor was. I soon realized I was falling head-over-hells for this guy, and saddest part is, he would never even know.

But I guess that’s how things should stay, I thought as I woke up very bright and early the next morning, it was for the best especially since all I really needed was to be dead focused on this Quidditch season. My back was stiff when I tried to stretch it out, and my legs felt limp. Recovering wasn’t going to be easy for me. I wanted to back on the pitch with my teammates working hard to get prepared for the next match. I was impatience, and it was going to be a challenge for me not to be a part of Quidditch for a while. I already missed it… and everyone.

When I finally got myself back into a position I could deal with, my mind went blank. Thoughts of my dreams were consuming me entirely. The parts I really remembered, with any detail at all, were all about Oliver.

I was distracted momentarily when Madam Pomfrey walked in, relieving me of my depressing thoughts. I was sort of angry that she hadn’t giving me the okay to leave yesterday, but it was alright, I supposed. The faster I could heal, the faster I could get my ass right back on to that lovely field of dreams.

“How are you feeling today, Miss Williams?” she asked me politely.

“I’m doing just fine.” I answered before getting down to the serious question. “May I leave yet?” She just nodded her head up and down, signaling me a ‘yes’, and with that, I hopped right out of that uncomfortable bed, and walked slowly but surely to the door.

“But still, no Quidditch until you are completely healed and capable.” Those were her final words to me before she left back to her office. Even though that didn’t put a bright smile upon my face, I was still happy to be getting out of there. I wanted to leave there faster than when I was getting tortured by Oliver at practices… and that’s saying something. I was walking around the castle, hoping to shortly reach the Gryffindor Common Room, because my back was still in pain and it definitely wasn’t fun lugging around a fat, hard cast as I walked. When I reached the Fat Lady and gave her my password for entry, I heard commotion coming from the living area. Voices I recognized were those of Fred, George, Katie, Angelina, and of course, Oliver’s. When I walked around the corner to see them and the rest of the Quidditch team sitting by the fireplace, I suddenly remembered that Oliver was supposed to holding a Quidditch meeting this afternoon, and I had just walked right into.

“Hey, everyone,” I called to the room of people. Everyone suddenly and abruptly stopped talking, and turned to face me. All I got from people were stares of confusion, sadness, and some of complete anger. Kate and Ang were the ones to break this awkward moment. They ran up to me and hugged me tight. But, even though I had them, I could still feel myself being watched, and when I looked over the girls shoulders, I noticed that I was, and then my eyes were deadlocked with someone else’s.

Three guesses who.

“That’s it for the meeting,” Oliver started. “See you tomorrow for practice.”

Katie and Angelina let go, and started to talk me.

“We’re so happy that you’re finally out of there,” I heard one say, but I couldn’t tell who.

“We missed you so much, it’s going to be horrible not having you at practices,” I heard the other one say. But I wasn’t paying much attention to them, and I felt bad for doing so. My attention was still focused on Oliver, as I saw him break our little staring contest, pick up a jacket that was laying on a chair, and begin to walk away up stairs.

“Excuse me for a second,” I said, and left in the same direction as Oliver. I hadn’t really attempted stairs yet, but I was determined to talk to him. But, I must admit, it was a very painful experience. Not as much as my fall though.

“Oliver…” I called, before he was able to shut the doors of the guys’ dormitories. He reopened the door, and spotted me. He smiled a half, less-than-pleasant, smile.

“Oh, hey Williams,” he paused before continuing, “how are you feeling?” He asked. I was kind of getting annoyed with this particular question.

“I’m alright,” I answered. “So, how come you didn’t hold the team meeting down in the locker rooms?”

“Oh,” he started, “I don’t know, just thought it was easier to hold it here.”

I nodded my head in agreement to him.

That’s a first, I thought quietly to myself. Holly Williams actually agreeing with Oliver Wood, of all people.

“Well, I’ll see you later.” I heard him say. But I wasn’t done speaking with him yet.

“Wait,” I said. He stopped once again.”Thank you for the flowers.”

He smiled, “No problem. They were Elizabeth’s idea.”

“Oh,” I said. This didn’t surprise me one bit. “Well… I’ll have to make sure that I thank her, as well.” He started to turn away from me once more to head into the dormitories, but I had one more thing to ask… “So, since I wasn’t here, what was discussed at the meeting?” I asked.

He paused, but didn’t look at me.

“Are you going to tell me?” I asked him, trying to get an answer.

“Remember during the beginning of the year when we weren’t necessarily getting along, and I held those try-outs for a replacement Seeker?” he asked me. I was sort of confused about what was going on. I did remember, trust me… I clearly remembered that eventful day. But something down deep into my gut told me that this wasn’t a good thing. “Well, during those try-outs, the only decent one was a sixth year named Lucas Watson.”

He stopped talking, but I somehow knew the worst is yet to come. “Well… why is this so important?”

He breathed in deeply and continued, “Lucas is going to be your replacement for the team until you’re completely healed.” My eyes grew wide.

“Oliver, you can’t be serious?”

“I’m sorry, Williams, but it’s the only option we have.”

I bit my lip, “I know I’m in a cast, and a little weak at the moment, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be healed by the next match. You don’t have to have someone replace me.”

“He’s not replacing you permanently, just until you’re allowed to do anything… physical again.”

I didn’t speak. I had nothing to say.

“Williams, I know better than anyone that there is no one out there that can replace your talent. But, with you all wrapped up like that…” he said, putting to my broken arm, “it’s just not possible for you to practice and stay in shape for the next match. So, I decided and the rest of the team agreed that it would best for you heal correctly and just let Lucas handle this for the next month or so. Or, at least until you’re well enough to play.”

I just nodded my head in agreement with him, but I couldn’t look him in the eye. Mostly because, he was definitely right. I was in no condition to play or handle practice, and that just wasn’t fair to the team who was working so hard to reach the same main goal, which was the Quidditch Cup.

“Alright,” was all the said.

I suddenly felt his warm hand gently touch my chin, and lift my head so I could directly look at him, but I still refused, “Williams…” I still couldn’t look him in the eye. “Holly…” This caught my attention.  “It’s not forever, just for now.” I nodded my head again. “And Lucas is brilliant. Not as skilled as you, but he’s the best shot we have in winning the next match.”

I breathed in deeply and said, “I know. And you’re just trying to be a good captain. I understand.”

“Wow.”

I eyed him, “What?”

He puffed out a laugh, “Not too long along, I would probably be getting some sarcastic remark about how I’m unreasonable and an inconsiderate bastard. And now, the tables have turned and I’m getting comments such as ‘you’re just trying to be a good captain’.”

I giggles slightly, “Well, that could always be changed. Old habits have a way of coming back.”

“Please don’t let them return.”

“We’ll see.” I smiled evilly.

“Good night, Williams,” He said, before turning to into his dormitories.

“See you later, stud.”

Hold up, wait a minute…

“Stud?” I heard him say behind me. I didn’t have any other comment to make to him, so I continued on walking away. I heard him laugh, “Okay, later babe.”

A smile crept onto my face.


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Author's Note: Hey everyone, sorry it has been such a long time since I last pdated this story. I'm still committed to it, I promise.. but with it being summer time and all, I just really haven't had too much down time in the past couple months to really be able to write. But here ya go with a new chapter (: hope you enjoy it, and I hope it was something worth waiting for. By the way, if you read it, I'm adding a new character into this lovely mixture, Lucas Watson. What do you expect of him and how do you expect him to act towards Holly ? LET ME KNOW (: reveiw as always, and toodles.

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