CHAPTER ONE: Drunken Parties & Oliver Wood
"Who the hell took my bloody frogs?" I wailed. I frantically searched through my bag, unable to find them. "Who the hell took my bloody frogs!" I repeated, much louder now. I saw Oliver look at me from his locker, and shook his head.
"WHO THE HELL TOOK MY BLOODY FROGS?" I said, now yelling. I heard a few snickers, and I glared at them.
"Bloody hell, Quinn. You're twenty years old." Oliver said.
"Thank you, Captain. I was unaware of my years. Thanks for setting me straight." I spat. He looked at me and rolled his eyes, before slamming his locker shut.
"Open your bloody eyes, Quinn." he said, annoyed. "They appear to be in your locker." he said, "you are a bloody special case."
"Watch your language, Wood. I'm a damned woman. It's rude." I said, before smugly crossing my arms over my chest staring at him. He looked at me for a second, before making a face and heading towards the exit.
Oliver and I did this dance of ours since the first day. I had been on the team for almost six weeks and this was repeated daily. Each day differed, but we constantly were stepping on each other's toes. It amused the rest of the team. They constantly laughed and giggled about how Oliver must like he if he kept arguing with me like this. I just rolled my eyes and said he could fancy me all he wants, I'd never fancy that Quidditch-loving prat. It made them laugh even more.
"I swear one of these days he is either going to fire you or kiss you." I shot a look at the seeker, Reid Harrington.
"I agree, Chocolate." I now shot a look at one of the other chasers, Tanner Muttenfer.
"I don't know about the kissing. I think the only thing Oliver kisses is his bloody broom." I now laughed alongside my favorite team member Addison Kingswettle. She was the third chaser, and by far the one I got along the most with.
"I hate to agree with Addison-"
"No you don't" Reid said, elbowing me.
"Alright, no, I don't. I just agree. Oliver must love that broom above all. I bet he even named it!" I said loudly, giggling.
"He did. He calls it Rocket." I looked up to see Cheryl Adams standing there. I was convinced Cheryl didn't like me much. I think I was too awesome for her. "If you guys are done with the nonsense. I'm leading. Have a nice weekend all, see you on Monday."
"Have a wonderful weekend, Cheryl!" I called cheerfully before waving at her, earning a giggle from Addison.
"Any plans this weekend Quinn?" Reid asked, before finishing packing his bag.
"Not really." I said, before throwing the bag of chocolate frogs into my large bag. "Why?" I asked. He just grinned.
"It's our Captains birthday on Saturday. We're meeting at the Hogshead for a round of drinks. I'm sure you showing up will complete the night."
"Oh, you just want to see us argue."
"Not quite. I want to see a drunken argument between the two of you." Reid said, with a wide grin.
"He thinks it'll end in a kiss. I told him he was mad. It'd end in you punching him in the face." Addison said, before swiftly placing her lips on my cheek, in a friendly matter. Like always, Reid whistled.
"I'm out. Elijah wants to do dinner tonight." she said brightly before grabbing her bag. "I'll see you tomorrow evening. Oh, Quinn? It's a bring a date thing. Good luck finding a date." she said, with a giggle. I returned her joke with a figure gesture.
Since the day we met Addison liked to poke fun at my lack of dating. It wasn't that I didn't like boys, I loved boys. I loved to snog boys, but I hated to be involved with them. I was the love them and leave them kind, but Addison simply didn't understand.
Reid just grinned at me. "Can't find a date, love?" he asked.
"Oh, hush. If I wanted one bad enough I could have one. I never said I was even going to this event, remember that." I said before placing my knitted socks on top of my bag. Tanner laughed.
"Oh Quinn, you and your weird obsessions." Tanner said, lightening the mood. "Anyway, I'm sure mother would flip if I was late." he said, then shot Reid a look. "Mutter and word and you'll meet my favorite hex." he said, before grabbing his bag and leaving. Reid and I sat in there for a few seconds in silence.
"You know, Quinn-" he started, and I turned to look at him. "I'd be your date tomorrow. No strings attached, I swear." he said. "You're a dear friend, but I don't fancy you." he said with a chuckle. "It's just Renee and I split, and I haven't had desire to move on. I just haven't let the other know this." he said.
"I'll go with you Reid." I said, then giggled. "Just know, I don't have sex on the first date."
"I would never." he said. "If I did Wood would kill me. And not for sleeping with a team member. For sleeping with you."
"Oh, bugger off" I said, rolling my eyes while he laughed.
Saturday night came a lot quicker then I thought it would. I had changed my mind about going at least half a dozen times. It wasn't that I didn't want to go, but I didn't want to go. I didn't hate Oliver, but I didn't actually like him either. He was just… a prat. He took things to seriously and mocked me at very given chance. He was rude, and got on my nerves. I respected him as my captain, but that was about it.
Still, a birthday party was a birthday party, and I agreed to go. I smiled as I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to see a smiling Reid. "Hello." I greeted him. I grabbed my purse and we both apparated to the Hogshead. When I saw Oliver sitting there, I couldn't help but laugh. He already had one too many drinks, and he wore this large red hat on his red.
"Reid, Quinn!" he exclaimed, standing up. He patted Reid on the back and just slugged my shoulder, like I was one of his buds. Drunken Oliver was defiantly my favorite.
"Happy birthday Oliver." Reid said, before excusing himself, grabbing him and I each a glass of brandy.
"Here is your present." I said, handing him a small red box. He grinned at me, shaking the box.
"Is it knitted socks?" he asked, before chucking. It was odd, I never seen Oliver this happy. I just laughed and shook my head. "If you got me chocolate frogs I will raid your stash of them next week." he said with a wide grin.
"Just open the bloody present, Wood."
"Watch your mouth, you're in front of a damned gentleman. It's rude." he said, then grinned again. I couldn't help it. I laughed.
"You're drunk." I accused. He just nodded.
"You are bloody right." he said, shaking the box again, before tearing into it. "Damn. Broom cleaning kit." he said, then quickly wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "Thanks." he said.
"Uh, you're welcome." I said, taken back by this hug.
"You smell lovely." Oliver said, before stepping away from me.
I saw Reid coming towards us, and I smiled as he handed me my glass of brandy. I quickly shot it back, before grabbing myself another.
Before long, I was almost as drunk as Oliver was. I never realized how much fun Oliver was, until we sat there laughing like idiots. Reid, of course played the perfect date and sat with us laughing.
"I think you've had too much, Oliver." Cheryl said, as Oliver went to grab another shot of brandy. He shot her a look and I giggled.
"I'm a big boy, Cheryl." he said, and she just glared.
"Atta boy." I said, patting him on the back. After sometime the ridiculous hat Oliver was wearing ended up on my head, and I was sure it clashed awfully with my red locks. I didn't care.
As the hours dragged on, the crowd slimmed down. Around midnight it was just me and Oliver left. I wasn't ready to leave, and it appeared neither was he.
"Let's go on a walk." he suggested. By this time, we were both wasted. I laughed, grabbing my shoes and carried them as we paid for our drinks and left.
"Where are we going?" I asked, before spreading my arms and spinning. I was surprised to still see Oliver laughing. "You know, until tonight, I didn't think you knew how to laugh."
"Quidditch is important to me, Quinn. I, unlike you, don't make a mockery of it. It's important, and I don't find anything about it amusing. I strive to be the best, and I will be."
"I do not make a mockery of it!" I said, before crossing my arms.
"your impression of me and my love for my broom last week?" he asked. "just because I was showering doesn't mean I'm deaf." he said, taking several steps closer to me. "Despite what you believe, I have made love with a woman. Oh, and I do not enjoy my broom where the sun doesn't shine." he said, moving even closer to me.
"Oliver, what are you doing?" I asked. He was so close I could feel his breath on me.
"I haven't the foggiest. But, I think this is what will happen." he said. Then he kissed me.
Oh, how I loved snogging boys. And this kiss, was defiantly in my top ten.