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Lucas Watson, what words were there to describe Lucas Watson?

If boys made a list, it would sound something like this… bloody idiot, show-off, arrogant, bastard, etc.

Now… if girls were to make a list, it would sound a little like this… handsome, charming, bloody amazing, all-around the greatest human being to ever grace the presence of this Earth, etc.

You can definitely tell the difference between the two. There was no denying that he was a ladies’ man, and he flaunted it around like no other.  Lucas was always a reserve for the Quidditch team, always being put next to me. After I graduated, people always knew that he would become the next Seeker in line, and everyone also knew that he was annoyed with me.

He always blamed me for putting a Quidditch career on hold for him, but it’s not like I had control over that. I was named Seeker back when he wasn’t even a student yet at Hogwarts. So, even though Lucas and I had never really spoken two words to each other, we always still had this tension between the two of us. It was like the two of us were never meant to be friends. Of course, that’s what I always thought about Mr. Oliver Wood.

I was thinking about all this while sitting in the bleachers, looking down at the Quidditch pitch, while practice took place without me. I was feeling depressed, knowing I wasn’t down there taking place in the action. I noticed Angie and Kate waving up to me. I smiled brightly and waved back. I noticed Oliver looking up at me too. I was still smiling, but he just looked away. But, when I caught the attention of Lucas, my expression instantly changed. He looked up at me with this smirk just plastered on to his face. I rolled my eyes, hoping this was all just a dreamed. And of course…

It wasn’t.

This was real. It was stupid reality that I was watching down there. Oliver planning out the next match against Hufflepuff, Katie and Angelina not paying attention and probably gossiping about Lucas and how gorgeous he is…

Shoot me, please. 

And Lucas Watson, himself, taking in all the glory about finally being a Seeker for Gryffindor, even if it was only temporary. He really was cocky and you could tell just by glancing at him. With his shaggy blonde hair blowing in the autumn winds, his blue eyes shining bright, and his toned body just standing perfectly in its current position, it was heard not to notice him.

The practice went on for a few hours, starting off with laps and suicides, and ending with a scrimmage game between all the players. This was one thing that I didn’t miss, and I laughed at the thought of it. When it was over, I walked my way onto the field to catch up with Kate and Angie.

“Hey,” I yelled to them. They both looked over.

“We’ll be right back, we’re going to change,” Kate yelled back to me. I just nodded my head, and they disappeared into the locker rooms. I was standing there by myself on the Quidditch field, and it was pretty quiet. The wind was picking up, probably from a rain rolling in soon, and my dark brown hair was just whipping across my face. I wanted to pull my hair up, out of my face, but I was having difficulty with the fact that I had only one arm to use.

“Need some help there?” I heard behind me. I turned around to meet face-to-face with Lucas Watson.

“I’m okay, thanks.” I spoke to him shortly.

“Doesn’t seem like it to me,” he started again, noticing the cast hugging around my arm. “Are you sure? I have little sisters. I think I can handle putting your hair in a ponytail.” He was smirking again.

“I wouldn’t necessarily take pride in that. People might question your sexuality.”

He chuckled out a laugh. “The girl’s got jokes. I always find humor a great quality in a girl.” I just crossed my arms in front of my chest, starting to feel the chillness of the incoming winds. My hair once again poured in front of my face. He laughed again, “Seriously, I’ll help you.” He walked over to me, pulled my messy hair all together and tied it with the rubber hand I had around my wrist. “There, now that wasn’t such a big deal… was it?”

“Thanks,” I said quietly.

He smiled, “So…” he started again. “How does it feel to be sitting from the bleachers watching someone else doing your job?” I just stared at him without speaking a word. He walked closer to me, and spoke again, “Because if I were you, Miss Princess of the Quidditch Pitch… I would be pretty pissed off.”

“And what makes you think I’m not?” I asked him.

“Oh, I have no doubt that you have some hateful feeling towards me, for replacing you…” I interrupted.

“You didn’t replace me, just filling in temporarily.”

But he continued on, like I hadn’t just talked to him, “and maybe some towards Oliver for doing it in the first place.”

“Oliver’s just being a good captain. He’s just doing what he thinks is best.” I couldn’t believe those words were coming out of my mouth.

“Sure…” he commented. I rolled my eyes.

“If you’re just going to stand there and make me feel even more horrible, than you can just back the hell off and leave me alone.”

He laughed again. “You think that’s what I’m doing? Come on, I’m not THAT heartless.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you, I try.” I rolled my eyes again, and turned around so I could walk away. But, he started to talk anyways, “Listen, I’m not trying to make you feel worthless, idiotic, ridiculous…”

“I get it, alright! Than what are you trying to do?” I asked.

“I think you’re actually a fascinating person, Holly.” His smirking expression reappeared on his face.

 “Really now?” I questioned him.

He smiled, and laughed slightly. “Now you’re interested in what I have to say?”

I just shrugged my shoulders, “Well, after years of thinking you hated me, this piece of information just comes to me as a shock.” I was acting over-dramatic about it, hoping me would catch on.

“I never hated you, Holly…” he started. “The feelings were more, hmm… what’s the word I’m looking for?” He seemed to be asking himself, but I wanted to personally answer his question.

“Jealousy, envy…” After I said this, his emotions changed from cocky happiness to anger.

“Whatever it was…” he paused, “it was never hate.”

“Alright than,” I said, seeing Katie and Angelina walking out of the locker rooms. “But, if you will please excuse me, I’ve got better things to do than just stand here and hear you talk about how you’ve always been jealous of me.”

“Once again, I love a girl with a sense of humor.” I flashed a fake smiled, and walked away from him. “See you later, princess.”

I continued walking without turning back around.  When I reached Kate and Angie, all I got form them were looked of amazement and confusion. Angelina naturally was the first one to speak. “I thought you had feelings for Mr. Quidditch Captain, no Mr. I’m-Too-Arrogant-For-My-Own-Good.”

“Sssh…” I tried to quiet her down. “The whole world doesn’t deserve to know.”

“Holly, seriously… why were talking to that cocky bastard anyways?” Katie asked.

I shrugged, “He came up to me.”

“Really?” Katie started. “And said what?”

“I was trying to put my hair up with one arm, and he asked if I needed help with it.”

“Gay,” was all Angie said.

You just have to love her.

Katie and I both began laughing loudly, “That’s what I said.” We continued laughing, “And then he told me I was ‘fascinating’.”

“Wow, sucking-up to the starting Seeker, or what? He was doing the same thing to Oliver all day long during practice,” Angie told me.

“I guess he just wants to make a good impression,” Katie said.

“Yeah, but Oliver and I are both graduating this year. It’s not like I’ll be playing in a match with him or anything…” Both of the girls just shrugged.

“I don’t know…” Katie started. The wind was picking up again, and it was starting to get colder by the second. “We should head in.”

“Good idea,” Ang started. “It looks like it’s about the storm.”

We all began walking up the hill, towards the castle, hoping not to suddenly be soaked by the incoming rains. We reached the Great Hall, considering it was just around lunch time, and my friends were completely starving from just practicing for about three hours, and took a sit at a table, along with Oliver, and of course, of all people in this school, Lucas Watson.

“Hey Williams,” Oliver said. I took a sit next to him, and in front of Lucas. I just smiled.

“Well… hello again, princess,” Lucas said, turning his attention to me.

“Don’t call me that.” He smirked that same cocky grind he always seemed to have, and continued eating whatever was on his plate.

I noticed Oliver turned his head towards me, and he mouthed, “Princess?”

I smiled, and whispered back, “I’ll tell you later.”

He just smiled again, looking down at his plate. We suddenly heard Lucas speak, “So… practice today went pretty well, wouldn’t you think, Oliver?”

“Yeah, it was fine, I guess.” Oliver seemed annoyed.

“The next match is practically ours if we continue this up,” Lucas continued on. “It feels great to finally be playing…” he paused for a quick moment, and then looked towards me. “No offense to you, or anything.” I just signed, and rolled my eyes.

“But I think once Williams all fine and dandy, we’ll practically be unstoppable,” Oliver chimed in. I smiled very brightly at this.

“I guess so…” Lucas said. “Speaking of ‘fine’,” he continued on, turning towards me once again, “how are you feeling, Holly? I mean, it’s only polite to ask.”

I tighten my mouth, and it took me a minute to get past some anger that was boiling up inside of me. “I’m just wonderful. Why do you care anyways?”

He just chuckled, “Because I was wondering if you were feeling alright enough to maybe go out with me tonight?” Angelina dropped her fork and Katie spit some juice back into her cup. Did Lucas Watson just ask me on a date? This definitely wasn’t possible. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Oliver’s expression changed, and it was something I couldn’t necessarily read. I also watched as Lucas checked the clock. “Well, I have to run. I’ll let you think on that.” He picked up his stuff, and started walking off. “See you around, princess.”

We all just sat there in silence. Out of everything that Lucas could possibly do to me, I don’t think ANYONE ever expected him to ask me out.

Oliver broke the awkward silence, “Yeah, I need to go too.”

I watch him stand up, and hurriedly walk away from the table, and out the same doors that Lucas just exited, as well. Angelina and Katie both stared at me, not blinking or anything… it was kind of freaking me out, not going to lie.

“Holly…” Angelina started. I turned towards her.

“Yeah?” she was completely silent.  Katie stayed quiet too. “What? Just tell me.”

Katie and Angelina both stay there, still quiet.

“I think you broke Oliver’s heart,” Angelina said in a whispered tone.

I rolled my eyes, “Oh come on, mates. Seriously, it’s not like Oliver and I are a couple. I can date whoever the hell I want to.”

“You know he likes you,” Katie said.

“Actually, I really don’t. Oliver and I have our… ‘moments’, but other than that, we act just like any other group of friends would,” I stated for them clearly.

Angelina just shrugged her shoulders, “Whatever is OR isn’t going on between the two of you, please don’t tell me that you’re actually considering going out with this arrogant bastard?”

“I don’t know, I mean… he is gorgeous.”

“Looks only get you so far in life, Holly. Even you know that,” Kate said. “Unless…” she looked at me with a very suspicious expression.

“Unless… what?”

“Unless… you’re considering using this to your own personal gain, and trying to make a certain someone jealous?” Katie continued on.

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah right, Kate. I’m not smart enough to pull something like that off.”

“You’re the smartest out of the three of us,” Angie said.

“Whatever, I’m not using Lucas just to make Oliver jealous. The world doesn’t work like that, girls.” They both just continued on smiling and giggling the way they do whenever they talk about the relationship between Oliver and me.

After lunch, Katie and Angelina headed up to the Common Rooms to finish up some homework for class on Monday, while I walked outside. It was still raining from the storm that blew in from this morning, so I pulled the hood from the sweatshirt I was wearing over my head, and ran to hide under a tree nearby. The wind was very chilly, but I didn’t feel like sitting inside up in the dormitories. I feel like all I do these days are sitting and be completely lazy.

I can’t wait to get this fucking cast off my arm, I thought to myself.

It’s totally sad, but I was missing the hardcore Quidditch practices, doing laps and feeling the pain run through my body. I missed the feeling of wind blowing everywhere when I was flying, the thrill you get when playing a game of Quidditch.

The rain was falling harder now, and drops were hitting my face. It was a cold feeling, and it made my body began to shiver. The rain was falling so hard now, that it was barely impossible to see out five feet in front of your face. I brought my knees to my chest, hugging them, hoping to somehow keep me warm.

“Are you alright there, princess?” I heard from behind me. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who the voice was coming from.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking.” I threw in a hint of sarcasm.

“Are you cold?” He asked me, coming to my side.

I looked up to him and just nodded my head. He reached around his shoulders, pulled off the jacket me was wearing, and placed it gently on my back and covering my arms. “No, take it back. You’ll get cold.” I noticed he was wearing nothing but a t-shirt underneath.

He shook off my comment, “It’s no big deal.” He took a sit next to me on the ground. “So, have you considered going out with me tonight?”

I laughed, “Why would you even think I would go on a date with you?”

He smiled, “I don’t know, I think I’m pretty good looking.”

“Conceited much?”

He laughed, “AND I know deep down inside that you’re dying for Oliver to ask you out.”

I turned to look him in the eyes, “What did you just say?”

“I’ve always noticed the way you acted around him. I think everyone has, for that matter.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” I pushed myself off the ground, and stood up on my feet. I wiped the mud off my butt. Lucas stood up, as well.

“It’s obvious you have feelings for this guy.” I just looked away from him. “Look, I know what people say behind my back… that I’m this self-absorbed little bastard who doesn’t care for anything but himself. But I’m really not that bad of a guy.”

“Sounds pretty bad to me.”

“Whatever, one date with ‘horrible’ ole me, and Mr. Oliver Wood will most likely be wrapped around your tiny little fingers. And it helps me out that someone like you goes out with someone like me,” he explained.

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Let’s just say that I’ve got my eyes on someone that isn’t you,” he said, innocently.

“Okay, if you only wanted to ask me out to make people jealous, why couldn’t you have just come up like we are now and talk to me about it, rather than blurt it across the table this afternoon and leave everyone completely shocked?” I asked him, quite seriously. The look I saw on Oliver’s face after Lucas left the Great Hall was priceless. I had never seen him more disappointed or upset before.

“What would have been the fun in that?” He smirked.

“Let’s say I agree to this fake date, what’s in it for me?”

He laughed, “I told you already, princess: the heart of the golden boy himself.”

“You can’t promise that, though.”

“Ah, so you do like him?” He smiled brightly.

“Don’t feel too proud of yourself there,” I said while patting him on his shoulder. He just looked at me, “Fine, I’ll do it. But this stays a secret between you and I, no one else. But, exactly who is this girl you’re trying to make jealous?”

“That’s something for me to know, and you to never find out,” the smirk appeared on his face again.

“Alright…” I said, starting to walk away. “But, it’s kind of bad weather for a date tonight. How about tomorrow?” I asked him.

He just nodded, “Sounds good, princess.”

I smiled, “And another thing…” He just looked at me, “Don’t call me princess.

“Fully noted.”

I turned my back to him once again, and began to walk back up the hill, towards the school. It was getting a little too cold for me to stand out there any longer. As I was walking, I started thinking about everything that was happening, or that was going to be happening.

Looks like I’ve got a date with the devil.


Author's Note: Hey everyone, here's another chapter. I hope how you like the direction I took with Lucas, I wasn't exactl sure about it, but I think it'll work out and I have some twists up my sleeves haha (: leave reveiws too, please.. as always!

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