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They had won the match, Oliver is going to be beyond happy. He'd been training for this all his life. His first year playing off the benches on a professional team and they won their first qualifier for the European Quidditch League Cup for the first time in 7 years.

Who am I? I'm just the best friend. I'm average, I guess. One of the boys. I like sports, I like fixing up muggle cars like my dad does for a living, I like flying. I like my brown hair pulled out of my face in a ponytail, I like my blue eyes free of make up, and I like my jeans. Muggle-born, Muggle raised. Ravenclaw for 7 years, Oliver Woods neighbor for 17 years growing up, and his best friend for 16 years so pretty much since we were 7.

"Maggie!" Oliver came up and hugged me. "We did it! We won!"

"I know! I know! I'm so proud of you!" I yelled smiling my head off. A girl came up and talked to Oliver while I congratulated the other guys. They all knew me. I was Oliver's only good friend outside his team. I went to the practices when I could. I went to all the games. I went to the parties when I could. I was a potions maker at the hospital I kept my own hours based on what positions I was brewing. I was clinging to hope I'd get the position of potions master when Slughorn decided to stop tormenting students.

"Maggie, hey, you remember Jenna from school she was in Gryffindor with me," Oliver said introducing me to a girl I barely remembered, and likewise I'm sure.

"Oh of course. Hey Jenna, how have you been doing?" I replied.

"Fine, I'm a writer for the Prophet now," she tossed some hair over her shoulder.

"Yeah she's going to come celebrate with us tonight," Oliver said. "You coming Maggie?"

"No, I've got a potion brewing at the lab that needs my love but I'll wait til you all come back out to say goodbye," I told him. My smile fading slightly.

"Alright, you two talk til I get back," He practically floated into the locker room. They were all walking on air.

"That was a smart choice Maggie, deciding not coming," Jenna said beside me.

I looked at her, "Could you explain that please?"

"Well I mean everyone at Hogwarts knew about your crush on Oliver. I mean seriously how long are you going to follow him around?"

"Just some friendly advice between two girls Jen," I said. "Don't expect Oliver to care for you more than Quidditch if you two become something. I've been friends with him for 16 years and I'm used to being second on his list of priorities and I know I'll drop down to third once he finds himself a proper girl but that girl is not you. I go to all the games, never miss one. I spent all day today with him at warm ups and everything. Now you want to know the difference between you and me?"

"What?" She bit out.

"You would have gotten mad at him for forgetting that today was your birthday. Me? I don't. This was the biggest game of his life and I know that I will never be able to win over that. So if he forgets a birthday fine. He's still my best friend. You, you would throw a tantrum. You would be angry that he forgot you. I've grow to expect it. So like I said, just a warning. Get used to being second to a sport. Everyone always will be when it comes to Oliver."

She turned to face me, her shading red, "You know what-"

"Hey I'm back," Oliver said appearing out of nowhere his smile still on his face.

"Hey Oliver, I'm heading out now. Great game, I'm so proud," I said smiling. My face not betraying an ounce of the trouble with Jenna only seconds earlier. He hugged me and I hugged him back. "Tell the boys I said the same. I'll see you all soon."

"Yup, we'll go out just the guys," Oliver said not realizing what was wrong with that statement.

"Totally." I replied and walked towards the floo system.

Yup, that was me. Maggie O'Bryan. One of the guys, tomboy, and totally in love with my best friend. I was right when I said there is a difference between girls like Jenna and I, she would have gotten angry that he forgot her 23th birthday, she would have told him. And she would have gotten his attention. He would have felt bad, apologized, and done something to make up for it. And that's why the girls like Jenna always get the guy and the best friends are the ones a the weddings pretending their tears are of happiness.

If my math is off just let me know. -Author.