Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters. Sadly no Cormac or Wood For me *Cries*.

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Dear Diary.

Merlin, I hate my life. I'm failing in every one of my classes, I have detentions till the end of next month AND I have Quidditch practises at the crack of dawn nearly every day. How can that get any worse. Well I'll tell you how! Having to spend the whole of the Christmas holidays at none other than my quidditch captains stately home in blooming Scotland! Yeah, so what if our Mums are best mates,We don't need to spend every bloody holiday together!

There is just something about him that I can't stand but I just can't put my finger on it. It could be his love for quidditch, which i don't really get. Its just a game but for some reason Wood makes it a life-style. I admit, it is a really fun game but come on Wood, It's not a God. I bet he dreams about having sexual relationship with it. "WOOD MAKES LOVE WITH QUAFFLE", I can just picture it now... bad idea, that's put a gross picture in my mind, I'm gonna have nightmares for weeks!

My mother loves him! She acts like he's her own son. Its all Oliver this and Oliver that, Why doesn't she marry him for Merlin's sake! But she wouldn't do that, she wants me to marry him. ME! Honestly that women is mad. Why would I marry the boy I want to use as my punch bag! That's far from a loving relationship shes after. Wood doesn't know this, I hope but when our parents meet, I bet the first thing they talk about is us.

I hate the bloody prat! He is a ignorant, annoying Scottish speaking bastard and I hate him SO MUCH!! But I can't fault his looks... I mean his just so...so handsome. Okay that was weird... but I still want to kill him.

So anyway back to today...

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I was standing in the Entrance Hall with my luggage thinking I was off to my parents house back home in Yorkshire ( We moved there from Ireland when I was like five, Its alright... Too many cows though...) oh how wrong I was.

I was standing there chatting away to Leesh and Ang, a little gossip here and there never hurt anyone, we were discussing Fred and Ang and how he was in love with her but all she did was smile and blush, when the whistle blew for the carriages. I was just about to set off walking when I heard the voice I hate so much but which also sounds so good at the same time.

"Where you going, Bell?"

"Home, Wood"

"Oh no you don't" He said grabbing my arm, I gave him The Look,you know the one you give to get your own way, I was the master of it, in fact I invented it. I knew exactly what he was going to say but I wanted to think I wasn't Going to spend my holiday with him just for a little while longer " Your coming home with me".Shit.

I groaned.

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So here I am, sitting across from him in the Common Room, lounging on the sofa,watching my every move...so annoying,I feel like I have fifthty cameras on me! I better go now cos he is tring to see what I'm writing, this guy acts like he is five. I hate him so much!

"What you writing there?"He says in his goregous thick scottish accsent of him tring to sound sweet so I would tell him.

Looks innocent."Nothing"

"Ye right, you were probably writing how darn sexy I am" Pft you wish.

"And why would I write that exac-" I was cut off.

"Not interrupting ought am I,"My mother interrupted, she was smiling like we were up to something...inappropriate, we just stared at her" Good, come on, Anne's got the car ready" We both groaned knowing it will be a long ride to the muggle train station that was like, one thousand miles away from here. Wood stood up and held out a rough hand to help me up which make my mum grin like a six year old.I didn't accept it. Mother Glared at followed my Mother to the car out front, her and Wood small talking all the way. Wood's rich so we had a really posh car to come and pick us up so posh I didn't know what make it was, I'm only used to Volvo and the more common ones. There was like three different bits too it. The drivers bit, I think he was called Rodger, nice bloke, The middle bit, where my mother join his and the back where I got stuck with the devil himself.

Wood slid across and Mum pushed me in after him a little too hard that I landed on top of him."Opps, sorry, did I push you too hard"Our Mum's grinned like five year olds one sugar while me and Wood just my arse!

"Er...Sorry 'bout that" I smiled apologetically.

" 's OK" I heard his mum cast Muffliato and Wood also muttered it under his breath after also hearing that our parents want to listen in while talking about us behind own backs.I know there trying to stay young at heart but that's a little bit too far.

"So..." There was an awkward silence between us and I needed to break that silence. " Why am I being dragged along to your house, Wood"

"Don't call me that, Kates"

"Don't call you what?"

"Wood"

"Well it is your name..."

" Ye but its the holidays we are not on surnames terms anymore"

"Fine, Woo- I mean ....Oliver" It was painful for me to say his name, like so sort of flu comes out of me when I say it.

"Now That's A lot better" Our eyes meet for the first time in years any we stay like that for a few seconds not wanting the moment to end, this ain't right, I hate the boy." Erm...We're here" He says breaking the little 'connection'.

"Great"He got out and ran round to my door and opened it for me which made our mums giggle and laugh and make us feel uncomfortable.

"He's such a charmer" My mum whispered

"He takes after his father" Ann giggled back,Oliver roll his eyes.

Wow,This is going to be a long holiday.

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Next time: The Parents have got a surprise of there own which is bound to make the kids more uncomfortable.

Only a short chapter sorry. BTW Wood is in 7th year Bell in 6th. Please Review.