Chapter 1: Jedi Master

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A/N: Ahh, my first publicated Wood fic. I dedicate this to him and his hotness. I can't believe that they took the salty goodness out of the third movie! Alas, life is so not fair.

"You will let me copy your homework. You won't tell McGonigall that I did. But you will let me copy your homework..."

"Fred, if you wave your hand one more time in front of my face, I swear I'll-"

"You will let me copy your homework, Angelina, you will!"

From my position on the couch, I heard a loud thump on the floor and what sounded like a male's voice groaning an 'ow.' No doubtedly it was Fred, he was always pissing Angelina off in one way or another. Sometimes I couldn't believe that those two were even able to tolerate each other.

"What was that for?" Fred complained.

"I warned you-"

"I was using my jedi mind tricks though."

"Jedi what- y?"

"Never mind, can I see your homework now?"

"Let me think about that... no!"

I heard Angelina's maniacal laughter. The two bickered relentlessly, almost as bad as Ron and Hermione. Though I've never met any two people who could bicker as much they can. God save us all if there was anyone else like those two...

I readjusted myself (A/N: And no, NOT like that) on the couch so that I could sketch in my notebook better. The quidditch tactics for our next game against Ravenclaw were coming along slower than I thought they would. I was lacking all motivation at this point and time of day. It was only seven o'clock, and I would have another hour before its lights out for me. We had an early quidditch practice tomorrow, which is why it was so vital for me to finish the plans tonight.

You could say that maybe I was distracted. By what? You may ask. And there's plenty to be distracted by. More specifically, Katie Bell.

Over the past couple of years, I had actually been able to restrain myself from noticing the female race too much. Anything that could effect how I played quidditch had to go. Or that was how things used to work, at least. I don't know what it was, maybe hormonal dysfunction, but I had definitely gotten used to noticing her lately.

It was odd, we've always been friends, or shared some type of bond at least through quidditch, but I never really recognized her as a girl. Its one of my more annoying flaws. On the quidditch field, everyone is one and the same. Boys, girls, they're all just figurines on the chess board, and I am their God.

Not that I ever think highly of myself.

"I love Star Wars!" Came a different female voice. I delayed for a moment, mentally instructing myself to not look around.

"Well I love it more," Fred said.

"No! I love it more!" George counter- attacked.

"Well it seems we have a nice, dainty dispute on our hands," said Fred. "The question is, Katie, what side will you be on?"

"Come to the dark side, Katie!" George said. He must have cupped his hands over his face because he was making those odd, asthma sounding noises.

"Never!" She yelled.

I couldn't resist the urge to look. No, be strong... can't hold on much longer... I broke. My head snapped around and I pretended to watch with annoyed interest.

Katie, Fred and George pulled out their wands, simultaneously putting a spell on their wands to make them glow orange, green and pink. The next thing I knew, they were pretending to fight with their wands. I watched Katie. She was usually really mellowed out and quiet. But there was a sparkle in her eyes now, and her blonde ponytail bobbed up and down as she fought. It was nice to look at... Maybe better than nice, but anyway...

"We have something to tell you," George said between strokes, thrusting his wand out at odd angles. Both of the twins had ganged up against her now.

"Yes. Katie, I am your father!" Fred mimicked the evil villain.

"And I, am your mother!" George put in. Fred and Katie stood up straight and stared at George with a look of shock and disgust on their faces. Angelina rolled with laughter on the floor, clutching her stomach. I had to admit, the scene was pretty funny, and I would have cracked a smile myself if I wasn't being my usual obsessive self.

"Then I hope to Merlin that I was adopted," Katie put in with an impish grin. She put her wand down to Georges chin, and when he looked down cross- eyed, she pushed the wand up so it hit him in the nose.

Fred chuckled and was too busy to notice until Katie had knocked both of their wands out of their hands. The red- headed twins crouched on the floor, cowering in fake fear.

"Say your prayers!" she threatened menacingly.

"Oi, Angelina, I pray that you'll finally let me copy your homework-"

"And I pray that Katie won't kill me, or worse, kiss me..."

There were low moans around the room as people 'o-ed' at the magnificent burn.

"You want to take that back, Weasely?" she glared.

"No," George gulped. She leaned down until she was inches from his face

"You sure?"

"No," he gulped again, his face cracking.

Her frown turned into a smile, showing off her dimples. George was staring wide eyed as she came closer, and closer.

"Argh!" she screamed. Fred had tackled her in that moment of hesitation, she was sprawled underneath him in a very unlady like manner. He began tickling her.

"I'm going to kill you!" She yelled at him, although the statement lost a lot of meaning with that big grin on her face like that.

"Uh-huh. Teach you to mess with the Weasely's." He continued his massive attack. She laughed loudly, trying to push him away.

"Knock it off you guys," I ordered.

"Oliver...( laugh)... help meee!" Katie kicked him dangerously close to a very sensitive area, and he backed off.

"He can't help you, Katie," George said. "He's probably too busy answering girly fan mail."

"Haha, very funny," I said sarcastically.

"You know, I heard that they started another one in Hufflepuff. The first male one ever-"

The room chorused with laughter as I scowled. It was not an amusing scene. Katie was eventually able to stand herself up. Her hair had fallen out of her pony tail and was in a disarray around her face. Her cheeks flushed red as she tried to bring order to herself. She pushed her hair back with her hand as she laughed at the comments circulating the room about my 'fan clubs.'

I rolled my eyes at Fred and George who came over and began to fawn over me.

"Oh, Oliver Wood, you're so handsome!" Fred pretended in a high pitched voice. The entire common room was again erupting into laughter. I began to joke around as well.

"What can I say? I'm one good- looking boy," I stated with a lopsided grin.

"That you are, Wood, that you are." He puffed out his chest mockingly. "But not as good- looking as me."

I snickered. "Just keep telling yourself that, Georgie boy. Can I please go back to planning our next quidditch game, or are you guys going to keep torturing me?"

"Go back to your work, Wood." And thus I did.

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