Summary: I'm not bitter. Really, I am not. After all, I'm just his best
friend. His buddy. His comrade and all that jazz. But is it so hard for
him to notice that I am a girl? –From Angelina's point of view-
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K Rowling and all that jazz.
Author's Note: I got this idea at random. Read and review okay.
I'm not bitter. I'm just contemplating.
~.~
I muttered a swear word that I knew would earn me a good scrubbing with soap on my mouth if my mother had heard me when Oliver pointed to the sky with his hand and let out red spark. It meant that practice had started.
I really hated Oliver right now. Ever since he started going out with Katie Bell, he became all soft and nice. Quidditch even became the second priority in his life. Mind you, he even cuts practice to 3 hour per day! The horror of it all.
I landed my broom with a nice thud on the ground and wiped a strand of hair from my face. Harry Potter landed beside me.
"Gone all soft hasn't he?" Harry asked me from the corner of his mouth with a little grin as he nodded towards Oliver.
I scowled at Oliver's retreating back. He was carrying his Cleansweep 6 and Katie's Comet 260 and held the door to our changing room open for her.
"Yes he has."
"You don't seem too happy about it." Harry commented as we started walking towards the changing room.
My gaze fell to Fred Weasley who was talking to his twin George. He said something that made George laugh out loud and I sighed.
"No," I admitted. "I'm not."
~.~
About half an hour after practice, everyone started to gradually leave the changing room. I noticed that Fred left immediately after a quick shower.
"Probably off to go snog his girlfriend." I thought darkly.
Harry and George followed suit later on, still debating about some broomstick or something like that.
"Coming Angie?" Alicia Spinnet, my roommate and also a chaser for the team asked me.
"You go ahead." I told her. I watched her walk out from the changing room, her wet blonde hair hanging off her shoulder.
"You go ahead pumpkin. I need to check our game plan." I heard Oliver tell Katie.
Never in my life have I heard Oliver call anything or anyone aside from a quaffle 'pumpkin' in that endearing tone he was using to Katie.
"Okay but don't stay up too long okay." Katie bent down and gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving the changing room.
Oliver looked quite smitten and his eyes followed her back until she was no longer in view.
I tied my shoelace and looked at Fred's locker and scowled.
"You are an insufferable prat." I muttered darkly.
"What was that Johnson?" Oliver asked incredulously.
I did not realize I had said that out loud. He looked at me, his eyebrow raised.
I could not stand it anymore.
"You Wood are an insufferable bloody prat!" I exclaimed directing my anger towards him instead.
"Me? What did I do?" He asked standing up.
"Why did you cut down practice to 10 hours a week? 14 hours was good, we were not able to have a life then!" I yelled.
"What?" He exclaimed. "Are you bloody out of your knackers? You people were the one begging me to reduce the practice hour."
I glared at him. Okay, so he had a point.
"But still," I exclaimed defiantly. Yeah I know, I sound like my 7 year old cousin but who cares.
Oliver's face softened.
"What's up Angelina?" He asked. I have never heard him call me by my first name before. I must tell Katie to toughen him up again.
I felt my cheeks turn to go red and I stared at the ground and shuffled my feet.
"Now that we have extra time, Fred went and got himself a snogging mate." I mumbled.
"What was that? I can't really here you." Oliver asked me with a grin on his face. I know bloody well he heard me; he just wanted me to repeat it again. Bloody annoying git.
"That stupid git got him a Hufflepuff bimbo for a girlfriend." I exclaimed angrily.
"Angelina, Angelina, Angelina." He said shaking his head with a grin in that stupid condescending tone. "Are you," He dropped his voice in a mock whisper, "Jealous?"
I punched his shoulder lightly.
"You open your mouth Wood and I'll shove a bludger up your arse." I threatened. His face grimaced at the thought of my threat.
I grabbed my book bag and left the changing room.
I'm not jealous. Honestly!
~,~
Gryffindor Table, Great Hall, next morning
I tilted my head from side to side as if to examine the cream puff that George just handed me.
Seriously, after 5 years of knowing him, did he really think I'm stupid enough to accept something from him without at least a thorough check?
George sighed tiredly.
"I'm telling you Angie, it's the tarts that you have to worry about. Fred and I haven't done anything to the puffs-yet." He finished with a devilish grin.
"So uh," I asked nibbling the side of the cream puff. "Where is your partner in crime?"
"Where else? Probably in the broom closet or something." George said wiggling his eyebrow suggestively but I saw that he was looking at me intently, well the cream puff intently. I squinted at him suspiciously and smashed the cream puff with my fist. Just as I had expected, pink liquid began to ooze out.
I glared at him.
"I only have to worry about the tarts?" I mimicked him crossly. He looked guilty.
"Well you know.." He said shifting uncomfortably.
"Hullo," A deep voice behind me said. I knew that voice by heart. It was Fred's.
He took a seat next to me, which was a rare thing because he usually sat next to George who was on the opposite of me.
No reason to be nervous at all. But I followed his line of vision and my shoulder slumped dejectedly. Of course, my seat had the perfect view of the Hufflepuff table.
"What happened here?" He asked looking at the mashed table.
"Your git of a brother decided to test your inventions on me. What's this supposed to do anyways?" I asked glaring at George.
"It was supposed to make your tongue all lizard-y. You know pointed and all." Fred said proudly. Oh, gross.
"Is there an antidote?" I asked him.
"Not yet." George admitted sheepishly.
"And you wanted to test it on me. Prick." I said throwing some crumbs at George.
"I didn't think you'd mind see. Lizards tongues are cool, don't you think." Fred said and I felt as though someone splashed me with cold water.
"You wanted to test it on me?" I asked incredulously, my voice raising a few octaves. I saw that Oliver and Katie were watching us with interest. My stupid bloody captain must have told his other half, I concluded from the way Katie was staring at me half knowing, half pitying. Fred looked surprised by my outburst.
"Yeah." He said. "You never minded it before."
Well, that's true. That was also when I thought Frederick Peter Weasley was immune to the opposite sex. When had I become so touchy?
"I'm going to Herbology." I muttered darkly grabbing my book bag and left the Great Hall.
Some stupid enchanted Knight in Armor tried to follow me but I whacked him with my book bag.
I'm not bitter. Really, I am not. After all, I'm just his best friend. His buddy. His comrade and all that jazz. But is it so hard for him to notice that I am a girl?
Author's Note: Review!!
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K Rowling and all that jazz.
Author's Note: I got this idea at random. Read and review okay.
I'm not bitter. I'm just contemplating.
~.~
I muttered a swear word that I knew would earn me a good scrubbing with soap on my mouth if my mother had heard me when Oliver pointed to the sky with his hand and let out red spark. It meant that practice had started.
I really hated Oliver right now. Ever since he started going out with Katie Bell, he became all soft and nice. Quidditch even became the second priority in his life. Mind you, he even cuts practice to 3 hour per day! The horror of it all.
I landed my broom with a nice thud on the ground and wiped a strand of hair from my face. Harry Potter landed beside me.
"Gone all soft hasn't he?" Harry asked me from the corner of his mouth with a little grin as he nodded towards Oliver.
I scowled at Oliver's retreating back. He was carrying his Cleansweep 6 and Katie's Comet 260 and held the door to our changing room open for her.
"Yes he has."
"You don't seem too happy about it." Harry commented as we started walking towards the changing room.
My gaze fell to Fred Weasley who was talking to his twin George. He said something that made George laugh out loud and I sighed.
"No," I admitted. "I'm not."
~.~
About half an hour after practice, everyone started to gradually leave the changing room. I noticed that Fred left immediately after a quick shower.
"Probably off to go snog his girlfriend." I thought darkly.
Harry and George followed suit later on, still debating about some broomstick or something like that.
"Coming Angie?" Alicia Spinnet, my roommate and also a chaser for the team asked me.
"You go ahead." I told her. I watched her walk out from the changing room, her wet blonde hair hanging off her shoulder.
"You go ahead pumpkin. I need to check our game plan." I heard Oliver tell Katie.
Never in my life have I heard Oliver call anything or anyone aside from a quaffle 'pumpkin' in that endearing tone he was using to Katie.
"Okay but don't stay up too long okay." Katie bent down and gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving the changing room.
Oliver looked quite smitten and his eyes followed her back until she was no longer in view.
I tied my shoelace and looked at Fred's locker and scowled.
"You are an insufferable prat." I muttered darkly.
"What was that Johnson?" Oliver asked incredulously.
I did not realize I had said that out loud. He looked at me, his eyebrow raised.
I could not stand it anymore.
"You Wood are an insufferable bloody prat!" I exclaimed directing my anger towards him instead.
"Me? What did I do?" He asked standing up.
"Why did you cut down practice to 10 hours a week? 14 hours was good, we were not able to have a life then!" I yelled.
"What?" He exclaimed. "Are you bloody out of your knackers? You people were the one begging me to reduce the practice hour."
I glared at him. Okay, so he had a point.
"But still," I exclaimed defiantly. Yeah I know, I sound like my 7 year old cousin but who cares.
Oliver's face softened.
"What's up Angelina?" He asked. I have never heard him call me by my first name before. I must tell Katie to toughen him up again.
I felt my cheeks turn to go red and I stared at the ground and shuffled my feet.
"Now that we have extra time, Fred went and got himself a snogging mate." I mumbled.
"What was that? I can't really here you." Oliver asked me with a grin on his face. I know bloody well he heard me; he just wanted me to repeat it again. Bloody annoying git.
"That stupid git got him a Hufflepuff bimbo for a girlfriend." I exclaimed angrily.
"Angelina, Angelina, Angelina." He said shaking his head with a grin in that stupid condescending tone. "Are you," He dropped his voice in a mock whisper, "Jealous?"
I punched his shoulder lightly.
"You open your mouth Wood and I'll shove a bludger up your arse." I threatened. His face grimaced at the thought of my threat.
I grabbed my book bag and left the changing room.
I'm not jealous. Honestly!
~,~
Gryffindor Table, Great Hall, next morning
I tilted my head from side to side as if to examine the cream puff that George just handed me.
Seriously, after 5 years of knowing him, did he really think I'm stupid enough to accept something from him without at least a thorough check?
George sighed tiredly.
"I'm telling you Angie, it's the tarts that you have to worry about. Fred and I haven't done anything to the puffs-yet." He finished with a devilish grin.
"So uh," I asked nibbling the side of the cream puff. "Where is your partner in crime?"
"Where else? Probably in the broom closet or something." George said wiggling his eyebrow suggestively but I saw that he was looking at me intently, well the cream puff intently. I squinted at him suspiciously and smashed the cream puff with my fist. Just as I had expected, pink liquid began to ooze out.
I glared at him.
"I only have to worry about the tarts?" I mimicked him crossly. He looked guilty.
"Well you know.." He said shifting uncomfortably.
"Hullo," A deep voice behind me said. I knew that voice by heart. It was Fred's.
He took a seat next to me, which was a rare thing because he usually sat next to George who was on the opposite of me.
No reason to be nervous at all. But I followed his line of vision and my shoulder slumped dejectedly. Of course, my seat had the perfect view of the Hufflepuff table.
"What happened here?" He asked looking at the mashed table.
"Your git of a brother decided to test your inventions on me. What's this supposed to do anyways?" I asked glaring at George.
"It was supposed to make your tongue all lizard-y. You know pointed and all." Fred said proudly. Oh, gross.
"Is there an antidote?" I asked him.
"Not yet." George admitted sheepishly.
"And you wanted to test it on me. Prick." I said throwing some crumbs at George.
"I didn't think you'd mind see. Lizards tongues are cool, don't you think." Fred said and I felt as though someone splashed me with cold water.
"You wanted to test it on me?" I asked incredulously, my voice raising a few octaves. I saw that Oliver and Katie were watching us with interest. My stupid bloody captain must have told his other half, I concluded from the way Katie was staring at me half knowing, half pitying. Fred looked surprised by my outburst.
"Yeah." He said. "You never minded it before."
Well, that's true. That was also when I thought Frederick Peter Weasley was immune to the opposite sex. When had I become so touchy?
"I'm going to Herbology." I muttered darkly grabbing my book bag and left the Great Hall.
Some stupid enchanted Knight in Armor tried to follow me but I whacked him with my book bag.
I'm not bitter. Really, I am not. After all, I'm just his best friend. His buddy. His comrade and all that jazz. But is it so hard for him to notice that I am a girl?
Author's Note: Review!!