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Freezing Wood
Alright, I get it.
I'm obsessed with Quidditch, but that's normal…right?
I mean, how could anyone not be?
Say, I'm getting off topic now. Like that never happens anyways.
Alright, back to square one:
You see, I've pissed off my best friend. Yes, yes I know, you're going 'Oh no big deal, everyone's done that before! Now shut your whiny trap!'
Yes well, it's just a smidgen more complex than that.
This year is my final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Therefore, the only time left that I get to actually see my best friend on a daily basis.
Plus, it's only the second week of October! Yet I've already dug myself into a very, very large philosophical pile of dragon dung.
Just how do you believe my best friend is at the moment?
Getting along just dandily without me.
-No kicking
-No screaming
-No hair pulling
Well, to the last one it's not like I have that much hair anyway…
With all of my stressing over Quidditch I should be bald by now!
Oh yes: The Great Bald Oliver Wood; Keeper of the Ages.
Pssh, I wish!
…For the latter I mean.
I don't want to go bald!
Again, I'm getting off topic.
So I digress:
Katie Bell, my best friend since we were wee young Quidditch fans is now socks off ready to shoot me into oblivion on my broomstick bloody enraged.
Shall I commence my happy dance?
I think not.
So what's a drop dead sexy Scottish Keeper to do?
Beg for mercy.
On my knees.
Kiss the very ground if I have to.
It's a hellish day in the halls of Hogwarts…
A hellish day in the Common Room…
Won't you kill me…won't you kill me?
You know, I really ought to stop flipping through that Telly thing at Katie's house when I come over in the summer and holidays.
Oh bloody hell here comes the Terrible Twins of Utter Chaos and Whimsy… copyright 1998 Squirrel in the Laundry Basket number 28.
Damn them and transfiguring my dirty laundry into talking squirrels
Those bright bushy tails, big black watery eyes and little nose twitches…it makes me sick.
So what you may ask are these two up to?
Asking me how my day was…Uh oh.
The worst sign.
"What are you two up to now?"
"Nothing, dear oh-Almighty-Quidditch-Captain-of-the-Sore-Players!" Fred and George chorused in unison.
I hate it when they do that…
Sighing, Oliver ran his hand through his scraggly hair, mussing it up further.
"Listen, I'm trying to do some homework. If there really is something that is about Quidditch, grades, or a life or death situation you're in -which it doesn't look like you are right now-, then I'm all ears. But if not, I'm going to wring your scrawny freckled twin necks."
Glaring at the twins with all he could muster, Oliver smirked inwardly with satisfaction as the two red heads shrank back step.
George looked at his twin and voiced, "Why Forge, I do believe that our ickle Captain here is a bit miffy tonight. Perhaps over a certain five foot seven blond haired feisty Chaser?"
Said miffed Captain dropped his gray spotted quill onto his half-done half-arsed essay.
"Ah, I believe we've struck Snitch my clever half…wait…I mean. Oh whatever." Fred finished with a roll of his eyes.
"So Wood, are you just going to sit there forever, never solving anything and torturing us with too many Quidditch Practices?"
Great, Angelina and Alicia just joined in this nice right little fray.
"Agh! Leave me alone! It's not my fault! I can't make her stop being mad at me! I don't even know what I did!" I slammed my already aching head onto my Potions Text, leaving a red mark in the engraved lettering of '-ntroduct-'onto my forehead.
Quite sexy if you ask me.
"Assuming that once you get that ridiculous red mark off of your face Oliver, why don't you go talk to Katie? She's in the library…I think. Or somewhere. Just go find her! Apologize for what you did." Angelina rolled her eyes as she started to lecture her Captain.
"And if that doesn't work; kiss her senseless."
Everyone, minus George looked at the red headed twin with wide eyes.
Alicia sputtered, nearly choking on her mug of tea while Angelina smacked Fred upside the head and shouted,
"That is not the way to get Katie back into a good mood! Well…" Angelina rolled her eyes and trailed off.
Oliver packed up his books, "That's it; I'll just go find her and apologize until my voice runs out even though I don't even know what I did!"
With that, Oliver Wood slammed his way out of the Gryffindor Common Room with the Portrait of the Fat Lady yelling at him to be less harsh on her frame…
Ah…The silence of the library.
How peaceful.
The great solitude one can experience.
Oh whatever this was hell in a hand basket…
Katie pushed her essay aside, placing her elbows on the table as she put her chin on her palm.
"So what shit have I dug myself into now?" She whispered to herself aloud.
"You? I thought I was the one in deep shit."
Katie spun around, tipping over her chair in shock and falling on her bottom. Oliver had come up to her table as she sat alone and had listened to her complaint.
He offered her a hand to help her up, smirking as her skirt flipped up a bit to show her rather racy pair of underclothing.
Her face went red as she realized just what Mr. Wood was looking at.
"Pervert!" She hollered at her Captain, drawing Madam Pince's stern glare and demands to leave the library at once.
Katie flipped her skirt back down, not taking Oliver's proffered hand in the process of getting up…
Just as soon they were both being shoved out of the library, both massaging their abused ears.
"You know what? I'm going to kill you." The fifth year glared at her Gryffindor housemate.
"You know what…?" Oliver grinned, walking past the frustrated girl and flicking her skirt just a bit with his book, "I don't really mind."
Oliver gave a devilish grin as he took off at a dead sprint away from the now very red faced, very murderous Chaser.
Oh how tomorrow would be a very interesting day.
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And thus ends the first installment of Freezing Wood.
I hope you liked it; it was very fun to write this little chapter, I can't wait to start on the next.
And to anyone who's reading my K/K stories of my InuYasha fiction, don't worry, they shall keep updating. School is hell and so is my mother. Therefore it is tough to find the time to type things up and post them.
And I swear; Taking So Much will be the next one to update.
I even have most of the chapter typed…I just need a place to leave off at.
And add more
Well, please review! It really does keep me posting.
The nagging helps, but be gentle boys and girls ;D
xD
Menolly