Disclaimer: No, I do not own Oliver Wood, Angleina Johnson, or any other Harry Potter characters. I do not own any of the places either. J.K. Rowling owns all!

A/N: This is a story about Oliver and Angelina. Oliver is in his seventh year and Angelina is in her fifth. Okay, please not too many flames for this story. I'm afraid I've become emotionally attached to it. Tell me how you like it though!

Forever and Beyond

Chapter 1

Relationships and Rings

Angelina walked onto the Quidditch field. It was ten-thirty at night, the usual time for Friday Quidditch practice. When she arrived, she found out that she was the only one there. She went off to the showers and changed into her practice robes. Still, when she got back to the field, no one was there, not even the obsessed captain, Oliver Wood. Angelina's boyfriend, Fred, and his twin brother, George, often teased Oliver. In fact, the entire team teased him. Oliver only wanted to win. Just this past game, when they had lost, Oliver tried to drown himself. That's what you call an over obsession. Angelina took off for a few practice hoops. She charmed the field to make have objects to fly around floating in midair.

There was nothing Angelina liked better then to score Quidditch goals. It helped her when she was mad, or depressed. She whizzed around a hedge that was in her way, shot forward, and scored a goal. She was heading back down when she heard some sudden clapping. It was Fred and George Weasley, on their brooms, about a quarter mile away from her. She whizzed toward them.

"Excellent performance Angelina!"

"Great job!"

"That's my girl!"

"What's all this about?"

Oliver Wood had arrived for practice. He came at them on his broom. He was tall and burley. Angelina looked at him and couldn't understand why he didn't have a girlfriend. He was very hot, with his brown eyes staring up at her.

"Angelina? What was this all about?"

"Well--"

"Nothing Ollie."

"Yeah, is it okay if my girl shoots some goals so Gryffindor can win at Quidditch?"

And with that Fred pulled Angelina into a passionate kiss. Angelina opened her eyes at one point, just to see if everyone was staring at them. George was looking out, toward the castle. Probably waiting for Alicia. None of the other team members were out yet, but Oliver's expression was unreadable. He looked annoyed, but at the same time he looked hurt. It was almost as if two Bludgers had caught him in the place where it huirts the most for men, but his expression was softer.

Fred stopped kissing Angelina the instant she opened her eyes, but she hadn't noticed. She was gazing at something, but he couldn't tell what. He followed her gaze and found out that she was actually staring at Oliver! But why? He was so astounded by this sight that he dropped Angelina.

Angelina awoke from her gaze. She realized that Fred and removed his lips from her own. She looked down below her, and realized that Fred had put her on his own broom. George was holding her broom. Angelina looked up at Fred, but before she could get a good glimpse, Fred dropped her. She was plummeting, a thousand feet below her was the ground, where she was sure she'd meet her deadly end.

Oliver rushed toward Angelina. He had to save her. His broom raced down toward her, she was now only one hundred feet from the ground. He urged his broom to go faster, but it was no hope against the gravity, pulling Angelina down. He watched it in horror as she approached the ground, his broom now totally stopped. She was 50 feet from the ground. 40...30..20--but then Oliver saw a glimpse of a red blur rushing toward her. She was barely ten feet from the ground when the figure approached her, and caught her just as she was about to touch the ground. The figure hovered a second, before then falling on the ground himself. He was thin, and speedy. The letters on his broom read FIREBOLT. He was Harry Potter.

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Angelina sat up in her hospital wing bed. She had no clue how ling she had been there. She got up quickly only to be pushed back by Madam Pomfrey.

"You need rest!"

"But I feel fine!"

"Stay in bad!"

"But--"

"Stay in bed, and I'll let your visitor come in."

"My visitor?"

"Yes, a young gentlemen."

Angelina assumed that the gentlemen the Madam Pomfrey was speaking of was Fred, but she was wrong.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, I came to make sure you're all right."

"Where's Fred?"

"I think he's in Hogsmeade."

"What about the rest of the team?"

"All in Hogsmeade, I believe."

"Oh," said Angelina. She was hoping that everyone would come to visit her, but it turned out that only the youngest person on the team showed up, and that was because he didn't get his permission slip signed.

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"May I help you sir?"

"Yeah, I need to buy a piece of jewelry."

:"That's what we're here for. Who's it for?"

"Oh, just a friend of mine."

The witch behind the counter smiled. She had seen many boys come into her shop looking for a piece of jewelry for their "girl friends", but none as anxious as this one.

"What kind of jewelry are you looking for?"

"A ring."

"A ring?"

"Yeah, do you have any engagement rings?"

"ENGAGEMENT RINGS?"

"Yeah, I don't have that much money--"

The boy continued to talk, but the witch didn't hear another word he said. He must have been only a kid, yet here he was, getting an engagement ring.

"Well, if you are sure, I'll give you the ring on the house."

"Are you positive?"

"If you're positive you want his ring then I'll give it to you."

"Thank you ma'am!"

The boy ended up choosing a thin, silver ring with a single four-carrot diamond. The ring wasn't just any ring. Every time the girl put it on it would play the commentary from the last Quidditch World Cup. The boy thought it would be perfect for her.

A/N: Ooh! Who could this be? Please read and review. I will try to have the next chapter up as soon as possible!