A Roundabout Way
A/N:
Shambles: Ciaossu~ now for the disclaimer!
Oliver: Shambles does not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters mentioned in thid story.
Lyra: Except me!
"A roundabout way"-speaking
" Oliver! Why the bloody hell did you wake me up to practice at five am in the bloody morn?!"
This was quite normal for the Puddlemere United quidditch team to hear, and ignore. Oliver Wood, one of the scouted recruits from Hogwarts was more than likely dragging Lyra Anderson (Another recruit from Hogwarts) into a rather lengthy session of quidditch practice.
"C'mon Lyra, the more practice we get the better we'll play right? This extreme practice will make us the best team in Europe! And after this w…."
Sighing Lyra stopped trying to argue against the quaffle crazed male and resigned herself to endure the long grueling practice ahead.
*Two hours later*
" All right! I think that was a good start to the day~ we should head inside for breakfast now!"
Being utterly exhausted Lyra could only nod. Taking a seat at the now empty seat of the teams communal kitchen she downed half a cup of very strong tea before sending a glare at the man across the table.
" Oliver…Why do you keep on dragging only me; and not the rest of the team for these blooming morning practices?"
A pause before he gave her an all to cheerful grin.
" So I can spend more time with you love!"
With that he stood, walked over to her side of the table, gave her a quick peck on the lips and strolled out of the kitchen.; softly humming. Leaving poor Lyra shell-shocked and blushing like mad.
" …To kill him for all the practices, or to kiss him for being sweet?…"
Needless to say Oliver no longer dragged Lyra out at five am for practice anymore.
Extra Ending ;)
" Now then... Captain cough up fifteen quid you bet."
Sighing he handed over the money.
" I didn't think the lad would confess like that..."
The End
Hope that was satisfactory. This was just a little drabble that a friend requested. Thanks for reading!