A/N: Hi everyone! So I recently got the idea for this story because the scene for the last chapter came to me and then things just kind of fell in place. So, a good portion of the last chapter is written and the first chapter is written, so now all we need is the middle, which I will be sharing as I write it. It's an Oliver/OC because I love Oliver Wood, always have.

Disclaimer: I own all the OC's. J.K. Rowling owns all recognizable things, except for one of the characters in the story, which I borrowed from my friend ah-dorably key-ute's story.

Summary: I've gone my entire six year career at Hogwarts hating Oliver Wood. And now the guy does one nice thing for me and all of a sudden, sparks fly.

So I am now six for six. Six for six what you may ask. Well, that would be six for six years being late to the Hogwarts Express returning to school after the holiday break. As it is now, my Sixth Year at Hogwarts, you'd think I'd get there on time once. Nope, never.

I blame my mother. You see, every holiday break, she whisks my older brother and I away to some exotic island for the sole reason so that my father can't have us over break. And every year, this trip to an exotic island is actually a modeling shoot for me, set up by my mother. And every year, my father comes running down to the island, claiming something about sabotage, threatening to call his lawyers. And every year, my mother, being her usual self, threatens to call her lawyers and then comes the huge fight about me. And every year, all I do is sit there, looking pretty, in my bikini, so some guy can take pictures.

In case you couldn't tell, patterns and routines are kind of my dysfunctional family's thing. My mother comes from a wealthy French family. Her lawyers will take anyone down. My father, a half Spanish half Portuguese politician, is the Portuguese Minister of Magic. His lawyers will take anyone down. This would be one of the many reasons my parents hate each other.

My father can't stand how my mother forces me to model. She's dragged me to red carpet event after red carpet event, put me in shoot after shoot, signed contract after contract.

My mother can't stand how my father "uses" me to gain political stance. He's dragged me to red carper event after red carper event, talked about me in article after article, made me stand next to him in interview after interview.

Ironically enough, neither one of them thinks they're anything alike.

Anyway, the reason I'm late is because after I finished the SEVEN different shoots I did this break, my father took me back to Portugal with him for some "quality family time". Which really means that Bruxa Semanais (the Portuguese Witch Weekly) wanted to do an interview because after divorcing his latest wife, he's back on the market. And after the interview, mother insisted that I accompany her back to France for a bit. Then I still had to come back to England to actually get on the train to get to school, but fights within the Estate cause me to be late, which brings us to where we are, which is standing at the front of the Hogwarts Express, walking down the hall to find my friends.

I'm halfway down the hallway when I get dragged into a compartment. "Chandler dos Santos!"Ignatius "Naish" Berran, a Seventh Year in my house, Gryffindor, exclaims, pulling me into a hug. He holds me out at arm's length and looks me up and down. Tall, good-looking, and super sweet, Naish is one of the most sought after guys in Hogwarts, with his pretty blue eyes and light brown hair. "Looking more beautiful than before the holidays, if I may say." He winks, teasingly. Naish has always been like a brother to me, seeing as his mother comes from a wealthy French family similar to mine. He and I had actually met before either one if us even came to Hogwarts. That friendship is one of the reasons why the Seventh Year Gryffindor Boys (with a couple exceptions) get along so well with the Sixth Year Gryffindor Girls (again, with a couple exceptions).

The other reason my group gets along so well with his group would be Justin Dwyer. Justin is my best friend's brother and is pretty close with his sister. Justin stands up from his seat to give me a hug and it's then that I realize how much taller than me the dark haired dark eyed Casanova is.

"Hey Chan," He greets me. Justin and I are pretty close, seeing as I spend all of my summer not spent modeling at his house.

"How was your break Jus?"I ask, waving at the third member of their group, blond haired, brown eyed, Braden Connolly. Braden is one of those guys that you just can't help but love. He's the perfect gentleman, all the time. He's a good student, good-looking, and super sweet. Essentially the perfect guy that every girl looks for. And while I will admit to a crush on Braden, nothing would ever come of it; the two of us are just too good friends.

"Good." Justin says. "Emma and Alex ended up coming home for Christmas, so everyone was there." He was referring to his twin step-siblings, who were in their First Year.

I nod. "Good, good. How 'bout you Brade?"

Braden grins. "Oh mine was fine. Much better than yours, probably. How many shoots did your mom drag you to?"

"Seven." I mock-glare at him. "Three bikini shoots and four summer clothes."

All three of them raise their eyebrows up and down repeatedly, suggestively. I roll my eyes. This is why they're best friends.

"Well, anyway." I say. "As nice as it's been talking, I'm off to find my friends. Cause, you know, I like them better." I smile sweetly at them as they all pretend to really protest my leaving.

But before I can even leave their compartment, the fourth member of their little group enters. Tall, with messy light brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, the guy is undeniably gorgeous. There is one flaw.

Oliver Wood is the most annoying person EVER. All he cares about is Quidditch and let me tell you, he re-defines "going overboard". Now, Wood and I have never really gotten along. Clashing personalities and all that. Basically, he thinks I'm obsessed with myself and I think he's obsessed with Quidditch.

"Santos." Wood smirks, not moving from out of the doorway, as he calls me his usual nickname.

"dos Santos." I correct him, as I always do when he shortens my name.

Wood shrugs. "Doesn't matter either way really; "saints" isn't exactly a fitting name." He smirks, like he knows it bothers me that he knows what my last name means, even though he doesn't know a word of Portuguese.

"Fuck you." I flip him off and shove past him, making my way down the hall toward my friends.

I know I'm in the right compartment as soon as I pull open the door. The sound of girls squealing instantly fills my ears and my bad mood from dealing with Wood instantly evaporates.

The first person to reach me is Cheyenne Winters. She grabs me and pulls me into a bone crushing hug, something that always manages to amaze me, considering her tiny, petite frame. Cheyenne is the sweet, kind, never-hurt-a-fly, always concerned with others one of the group. She will always put someone else before herself, part of what makes everyone like her so much. But it's also the reason she gets used by everyone, especially guys. With her pretty blonde hair and gray eyes, Cheyenne looks as nice as she is.

Next up is Rachel Andrews. Rachel is the mother hen type of the group. She's constantly looking out for all of us, making sure that everyone is ok. Rachel's the first one to start comforting Cheyenne when she gets her heart broken. She's an excellent student, prefect for our year, probably Head Girl next year. With her pretty auburn hair and cool, green eyes, Rachel's broken a couple of hearts throughout the years. Of course, she's had her heart broken a fair few times, and when that does happen, we all have her back like she always has ours.

Which brings us to Lauren Dwyer, my best friend of them all. Same height as me, blonde haired and blue eyed, with a golden tint to her skin, she looks nothing like her brother. Lauren is one of those people that you either love to death or can't stand, there's not much of an in between. She says exactly what's on her mind, not caring if it'll hurt whoever she says it to. It certainly lands her in detention a bit. She's smart and sassy, a dangerous combination, and despite her huge (like astronomically huge) crush on Naish, she loves guys just as much as I do.

And then there's me. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, tan, olive toned skin, standing at 5ft. 8 in., well aware of the fact that I'm pretty. If you want to bitch about your boyfriend, I'm the one you come to. I am sure I'll be able to find something to bitch about with you. I'm what Rachel considers 'boy-crazy' and damn proud of it. I mean, I've got this great body now; I might as well use it to my advantage. And you know all about my…wonderful…family.

"Somebody got some over break." Lauren, ever the blunt one, says. "Lucky bitch." She grins as I sit down across from her and next to Cheyenne. "Could this possibly have anything to do with Tristan Davies' black eye?" She smirks at me.

I raise my hands defensively. "Hey, that was Christian, not me." I say, referring to my brother.

Rachel shakes her head, a helpless look on her face. "And what could he have possibly done to deserve that black eye?"

"Ok, so this is what happened." I say. "We were out with a bunch of other people, like hanging out and stuff, and he walked me back to the hotel. And he's like, "hey, why don't you come up and see my room?" and I'm like "Uhh, why, it probably looks exactly like mine.""

"Really, Chan, really?" Cheyenne asks, looking at me like I'm an idiot.

"See that?" I say, pointing at Cheyenne's face. "That's the look he's giving me and I'm like "What?" because I didn't get it and he's like "come on Chandler, it's a fifteen minute fuck." and that's when Christian decked him." I finish, with a grin on my face.

The grins are not mirrored by Cheyenne and Rachel, who look downright worried.

"Oh come on," Lauren says. I knew I could count on her. "Tristan Davies deserves so much more than a black eye. That guy is so much of a tool that he ought to just go climb in a box somewhere."

"I wish we had a shot right now so that we could formally agree to that." I tell her.

She nods in agreement. "We'll rain check it."

"Deal." I grin

Rachel makes a "tsk" at our mention of our drinking for no reason. Sure, Rachel drinks; we all do. But Rachel is the kind of girl who is always in control of what she's drinking and how much she's had. She only really drinks on special occasions anyway.

"Ohhh, I'm in." Cheyenne says, widening her green eyes.

"Justin has some fire whiskey in his trunk." Lauren says, clearly thinking aloud. "I'll snag some after dinner."

"God, food." I say clutching my stomach. Being late this morning, I hadn't had a chance to eat yet. "Where are we going to be there?" I whine.

Rachel rolls her eyes. "Here we go again."

A/N: So, did anyone like that? Like at all? Let me know what you think please!