Written for Pairing One Hour Challenge at HPFC (prompt: Oliver/Cho, lucky).

Written for September Event at Hogwarts (prompts: (action) Asking someone to a school dance/participating in the school dance, (location) Quidditch Pitch).

Written for Challenges by the Dozen at Caesar's Palace (prompt: write about a minor character).

Written for Life is Just One Huge Song at Caesar's Palace (prompt: controlled chaos, Metal/Punk - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs). Chaos is Oliver. And Oliver is controlled.

WC: 557

"You doin' anything Friday night?" Oliver leans against the side of a red locker, one hand perched on his hip that is jauntily thrust to the side.

A giggle. "Oh, nothing. Thanks for the memories from last time..."

Oliver smirks. "Good, because I was about to ask you-"

"Oliver, what the hell are you doing?" Oliver whirls around quickly, biting back a scream. There, standing with a brilliant grin is one of the Weasley twins, though he can't tell which one.

"Was I interrupting something?" the twin asks.

"Yes, actually," Oliver says, feeling his cheeks warming. "I was practicing to ask Cho out for this weekend if you must know."

"To the swing dance at that Hogsmeade cafe?" The intruder laughs, though not unkindly. "Good luck." Then, he bends down and picks up his muddy duffel bag. As he slings it over his shoulder, Oliver catches a glance at the name embroidered into the side.

"George," he calls after his receding form, "you better not say anything or I'm benching you!"

"Like you'd risk not having me on the field," George retorts, not even turning around.

Somehow, Oliver feels that George is enjoying this way too much.

The next day, Oliver marches right up to the Quidditch pitch schedule sheet and books the slot that he knows the Ravenclaws use every week. He'll talk to the Captain to get the message across that he doesn't mean any hostility, just that he wants to get someone's attention.

"Camille!"

Oliver spots the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain down the hall, her books firmly clutched to her chest. When she looks up, her eyes widen, then slacken as she realizes it's just Oliver.

"Insulting," he mutters. Oliver begins to make strides across the hall to wear Camille is standing, rooted like a tree. Hopefully, she is also blessed with Ravenclaw open-mindedness.

"What do you want, Oliver?" Camille says when Oliver has reached her.

"I just want to explain why I booked your time slot."

"Let's hear it then." Camille raises her eyebrows.

"Can we talk in private?"

"Why?"

"It's a secret. Possibly romantic involving a player on your time. You might want to hear it."

Camille raises eyebrows even higher than Oliver thought possible. "I've a few minutes left til Transfiguration. And before you go off thinking I'm curious, I'm not. I just feel sorry for you." With that note, she turns on her heel and walks towards the nearest alcove that is currently unoccupied, and Oliver follows.

"Okay," he starts. "I booked it mostly in hopes that some Ravenclaw would storm up to me all angry, and then I'd tell her that it was all a prank and she'd be amused."

"What girl is this?"

"Cho."

"First of all, you are absolutely clueless."

"What?"

"Second of all, if you don't cross out your House's name on that schedule I'm going to cross it out for you."

"Hey!"

"Third of all, just ask Cho. She'd be pleased that you're taking an interest."

"Oh, thanks!"

"Wait, what's your date idea? I have a few ideas of what she'd like."

"The swing dance on Friday?"

"Yeah, decent." Camille smiles. "Good luck."

Oliver strokes his chin thoughtfully, but a moment later feels a sting right under his ribs. "Ow, Camille!"

"You're lucky I didn't hex you. Just a reminder to not take our Quidditch spots," she says primly, tucking her wand away.