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Chapter One

Isabella

"Riccardi, get down here!" I rolled my eyes as I turned heavily on the broom, heading back towards the hoops.

"What?" I asked impatiently, wanting to get back to training.

"You missed." I smirked at him.

"No I didn't." He raised and eyebrow, confused as ever.

"Uh, yeah, you did. It hit me in the chest, you almost knocked me off my broom!" I grinned at him.

"Who said that wasn't what I was aiming for?" I sped back to Alicia and Angelina, ignoring Oliver's yells to "Get over there or die."
"You know he's gonna be pissed, right?" I rolled my eyes at Angelina.

"Is he ever any other way?"
"Is who any other way?" I turned to face Harry, who looked slightly worried about what my answer might be.

"Oliver. Is he any other way than pissed at me?" He shrugged and flew a few meters away as Oliver started to approach.

"Alright, that's enough. Get inside the lot of you." I grinned at Al and Angie, thinking I had gotten off Scot-free. "Except you." No one turned around, we all knew whom it was he was talking to.

"What?" I groaned as they all landed and started walking to the castle with many shouts of "Bye Izzy!" echoing after them.

"Land." I followed his lead and sighed when I planted my feet onto the hard ground of the Quidditch pitch. "Now, run three laps of the pitch."

"What! You can not be serious! I was only joking about the Quaffle thing!" He shrugged.

"Actually I needed to talk to you and since you missed yesterdays practise this is to keep you fit." I looked at him in shock. Keep me fit? What the hell was that meant to mean?

"I'll even run with you." I smirked at him.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you actually run." He grinned at me and pushed me forward, forcing me to run. "So what did you want to talk to me about?"

"I want help with a few Quidditch plays." I stopped running.

"You mean, Oliver Wood, chief captain stubborn ass, needs my help?" He rolled his eyes at my shocked tone. "I knew you weren't as smart as you looked."

"Hey! I'm plenty smart. I lured you here didn't I?" I raised an eyebrow.
"'Lured' me?" His eyes widened and his gaze focused on his shoes, his face flushed.

"I didn't…I didn't mean it like that." I grinned at him.

"Oh I know. I just love watching you squirm. It's really rather fun." He glared at me and tried to push me forward again but I stayed still. "Oliver you know I was just teasing right? I didn't mean it. Well, I meant the stubborn bit but the rest I didn't. I mean, you ace like, every test." A small smile grew onto his face.

"I know you didn't, but did you have to get all mushy on me?" I grinned at him.

"I just had to make sure I didn't offend you or anything." He raised an eyebrow.

"You? Offend me? I don't think you could. I mean, look how tiny you are!" He grabbed my hands and held them into the air. I smirked at him, thinking of a comeback.

"Bradley Collins didn't seem to mind them." He shook his head.

"You bring that up whenever anyone says something. You really need to get a new comeback." I pulled my hands out of his and sprinted away, only for him to catch up to me a few meters later. We ran the last lap and sprinted into the change rooms as it started to rain.

"Some weather huh?" I rolled my eyes.

"You've known me for almost five years and the only thing you can talk about is the weather?" He glanced down then back up. I glanced down and realised our Quidditch jumpers were almost completely see through from the rain, and plastered to our skin.