So I figure the reason no one reads this story is because the chapters are much too lengthy, so I broke them down and will be uploading them bit by bit. The old layout broke down into nine separate chapters, and once I post chapter nine, I'll begin updating with new material. Please review!


Fact: Oliver Wood is obsessed with Quidditch. Lucy knew this even as she sighed, leaning her head against the cool castle wall. Her brown curls flew in all directions as the wind picked up, and the Hufflepuff prefect frowned. Oliver was her boyfriend for three and a half months, and it was great -- except -- when he had to meet her, and he had Quidditch. Like tonight. Lucy knew Oliver had scheduled practice and told him to meet her twenty minutes after, so they can have some of the dessert he missed from dinner, and just chat. Their relationship was casual, but caring; they weren't one of those make-out couples, and only held hands in public. But tonight, as Lucy waited twenty-seven minutes after their meeting time, she was getting fed up. She sighed for the fourth time in twenty-seven minutes.

"Lucy!" a smiling boy called out to her, but it wasn't the one she was expecting.

"Hi Cedric," she waved back to him, smiling slightly. He stopped in front of her, his cheeks glowing from the nippy November air.

"Are you okay Luce?" the older boy examined her, worried eyes scanning her features.

She shrugged, not really sure if she should tell him about her problems. Cedric was a friend and everything, but they weren't extremely close. He was a year above her, and helped her around Hogwarts in her first year. They stayed friends, and he was more than happy to have her as his Keeper this year, and they even stayed up late in the common room, helping each other study (but mostly joking around). Still, it's not like they poured their souls out to each other.

"Don't wait up for him too long, eh?" he winked at her, squeezing her elbow gently before heading off. He was sweet, she thought, and sighed again. Twenty-nine minutes.

"That is it!" she whispered under her breathe and pushed her thick black glasses up her nose. Walking irately, she decided to head for her common room, and forget about Oliver. Obviously he had forgotten about her. As soon as she stepped inside the castle, however, something made her stop. Laughing in the corner was none other than the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, minus three. Oliver, Katie, and Harry Potter were nowhere to be seen, and Lucy was somewhat glad for that. If Oliver was there, she had no idea how she would have reacted. George and Fred Weasley, along with Alicia Spinett were laughing, while Angelina looked at them with a scowl. Lucy felt as if she were invading and began to walk right past them.

"Oi! Lucy!" the girl practically fainted as she turned around to see George Weasley's fantastic grin. "You looking for Ollie? Cause he's still at the pitch with Katie."

"Oh...well, thanks George..." her cheeks were bright red and Angelina snorted. The twin just shrugged and returned to telling his joke to the girls. Lucy mentally kicked herself as she continued to walk to the common room. She always had a crush on George Weasley. It was just something that she couldn't shake off, he was always so funny and sweet. Being Herbology partners for the past four years (Fred and George were partners in their first year) only hightened her feelings for him. Lucy was able to forget about him though when she had begun dating Oliver, and it wasn't until the past few weeks that she began to blush around him again, or get those stupid butterflies fluttering around her stomach. It wasn't until Oliver decided to choose Quidditch over her.

"Oh Godric," she whispered to herself, while descending the staircases. "I still like George!" She couldn't get his smiling face out of her mind's eye, and she completely forgot about her anger towards her boyfriend. Oliver was completely replaced with George, and the brown haired Quidditch Captain stayed out of her mind until she reached the Hufflepuff portrait.

"Jus-" but before she could finish the password, a hand fell heavily on her shoulder. She gasped and jumped around, wand already in her hand.

"Lucy! I am so sorry!" a sweaty and red-faced Oliver Wood stood before her.

Her usually sweet face turned stony as she crossed her arms and stepped away from his hand. The seventh year boy gulped. "I can explain, you see Katie wanted to practice penalty shots, and I really just couldn't say no, what with the match in a couple of weeks..." but his voice trailed as Oliver saw the sad yet menacing look on his girlfriend's face.

"Couldn't say no, Oliver? Because I'm pretty certain I waited outside those doors for half an hour, while the wind practically beat me to a bloody pulp!"

"I know," the boy sighed apologetically, "I promise it won't happen again."

"You said that the last time it happened. Honestly, Oliver, how long to you expect to me to put up with this? I mean this is the third time this month!" she was exasperatted.

"What are you suggesting?" Oliver took a step back, fearing the worst.

"Nothing, I just don't think it's fair that you can't remember me because Katie wants to practice penalty shots, or Harry didn't catch the Snitch in under thirty seconds, or -- or I don't know something else!" she threw her hands up.

"I thought you'd understand of all people. You love Quidditch..."

"I do love it, but I don't let it take over my life. And I certainly don't let it ruin my relationships. So why don't you just go and marry a damned Quaffle?!" Lucy's face was completely red, and her eyes were tearing. Her hands bunched into fists as she threw them down to her sides. Oliver stared at her. Not being able to bear his broken down look, Lucy turned to the portrait.

"Justice," she whispered and the door swung open.

"Luce...are we, is it...over?" Oliver's voice was barely audible.

Turning slightly, she caught him out of the corner of her eye, before she stepped through the hole choking over her words: "Yes, it is."