His name was Oliver, AKA the biggest flirt in all of Hogwarts, in only his fourth year. I was just a loser first year when I met him. Completely out of my league. Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about him. His warm chocolate brown eyes and the way his accent made every girl melt. Sadly, I was the kind of girl that ran in the other direction when he tried talking to me, which probably didn't help. I nearly forgot how to breathe the first time he talked to me. He quickly noticed me running whenever he got close, so, he started sneaking up on me to talk. Or just terrorize me.
I was innocently reading my Transfiguration book in the Common Room so I was ahead for class the next day. Oliver vaulted over the couch I was sitting on, landing inches from me.
"Heya." He smirked as I nearly flew into the table in front of us. I mumbled a hello, trying not to look into his eyes so I could focus on what he was saying. "So, you've been here a few months already. Do you really not have friends yet?" This was not true, Angelina and Alicia had already gone up to bed. I decided to play along and said airily.
"Why do you care? You not want to share me with anyone?" He laughed heartily at this, I glanced up to his face and nearly forgot what we were talking about.
"I like your sass, Bell. We should hang more." He winked at me as he got up, still laughing, leaving me to grin into my book. A little while later, I headed up to bed. Oliver weaved in and out of my dreams; his eyes, his laugh, everything, causing me to want to sleep even after I had to go to classes.
The next day was hell. Double Potions and double Transfiguration with the Slytherins. Thankfully, it was a Friday, so I decided to go out to the Pitch and fly around on my broom for a while after classes ended for the day. I ran up to my dorm to drop off my stuff then hurried out to the grounds.
I kicked off the ground hard, shooting off towards the far goalposts. I circled then a few times before flying as fast as I could to the other posts on the far side of the Pitch. Suddenly, I saw something flying some twenty feet below me, calling my name. In that irresistible accent.
"Oi, Bell!" I sighed and slowed my broom to where it was hovering where I was. I took deep breaths as I waited for him to reach me; falling to my death wouldn't be the best way to react to this. He flew up to where I was, his usual grin on his face. Only something was different about it. A slight maniac sparkle in his eyes.
"You're one hell of a flier, there Bell. You think of trying out for the team next year?" Of course. Quiddich. Heh, what was I thinking? I nodded, more to get myself out of my daydreams than to answer his question. He took it as an answer anyway. His grin grew just as a breeze blew his fringe very slightly out of his eyes. Okay, breathe. I lost my voice as I watched his fringe dance in the wind.
"Of course. You can count on it." As long as you take me out first. I wish I had actually said that last part. It never made it from my brain to my mouth though. If only.
"Thanks Kates." I smiled as well, hearing his nickname for me, unknowing how many times he would use it before he graduated. I figured he noticed my goofy, nervous grin and speechlessness because he nodded and turned his broom back towards the entrance to the Pitch. I stared after him, trying to regulate my breathing, still not believing the conversation we just had. THE Oliver Wood just pretty much said he wanted me on his team next year. I laughed to myself and did a few more victory laps before flying off to tell my best friends what had just happened.