~You're Mine~

Summary: Oliver doesn't like how Ron was praising and gushing over the Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum. It's not like he likes the red head, no way, he just...Viktor Krum was bloody stupid. That's all. Yeah. Right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. You should know this. I wouldn't be here writing adorable shippings and stories if I owned them xD


"Krum," Ron's eyes widened as he then looked at a poster of a very surly face with heavy black eyebrows. The picture was, of course, moving, but all it did was blink and scowl.

"What?" Hermione blinked and then looked to where her best friend was looking.

"Krum!" Ron exclaimed while waving his hands in the air frantically with excitement, "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!"

"He looks really grumpy," said Hermione, looking around at the many Krums blinking and scowling at them. And Harry agreed.

"Really grumpy?!" Ron raised his eyes to the heavens and rolled his eyes, "Who cares what he looks like? He's unbelievable! He's really young too~! Only just eighteen or something. He's a genius, you wait until tonight, you'll see!"

That's what Oliver heard before coming to approach Harry and the two, and he couldn't help but scowl. What's so great about an ugly burly guy like Krum? He isn't all that. Besides, they should be supporting Ireland! He then breathed out, shaking his head. Why was he so worked up about his best friend's baby brother and his obvious crush on the Bulgarian?

"Hey Harry," Oliver called out loudly as the fourteen year olds looked over at him.

"Hey Wood!" Harry smiled brightly up at him, then looked around, then looked disappointed.

Probably looking for Perce. Oliver rolled his eyes but then smiled, "Hey, Harry, come meet my folks,"

And with that, he grabbed Harry's arm before he could protest and was dragging him to his tent, ignoring the cute confused look on Ron's face ('No! He's not cute, stop it brain!' Oliver told himself). Soon the Gryffindor graduate found his parents and introduced Harry, and proceeded to tell Harry excitedly that he had just been signed to the Puddlemere United reserve team.

"That's great Wood!" Harry smiled, "I'm proud of you,"

"All in good work and everything," Oliver was rubbing the back of his head and grinning goofily.

"Percy knows yeah?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I tell my prat of a best friend," Oliver winked as he then chuckled, "Hopefully I can make our house proud,"

"You will, you always do!" Harry nodded his head, "I-I should get back with Ron and Hermione. I'm sure they want me back and to see our other friends,"

"Oh! Maybe I can join you?" Oliver looked to his parents, who nodded, then smiled to Harry, "Let's go!"

"Er..." Harry blinked but then shrugged and let his older friend follow him.

And so, Oliver and Harry met up with Ron and Hermione again, and Oliver was walking side by side with Ron as Harry and Hermione were up ahead of them. Oliver had a nice time, talking to Ron and telling him the news about being in Puddlemere United revserve team and Ron congratulating him. Oliver couldn't help but feel happy and proud to make Ron smile like that.

And soon, they met a lot of people. One of them was Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff fourth year. And a little farther on they saw Cho Chang, a very pretty girl who played Seeker on the Ravenclaw team. She waved and smiled at Harry, who slopped quite a lot of water down his front as he waved back. Ron was grinning at Harry and teasing a little, as Harry blushed, and Oliver was shaking his head a bit. Chang always seem to do that to boys. But he knew better

"Who d'you reckon they are?" Harry suddenly said, breaking Oliver out of his thoughts, as he pointed to some older boys in strange costumes, "They don't go to Hogwarts, do they?"

"'Spect they go to some foreign school," Ron shrugged, "I know there are others. Never met anyone who went to one, though. Bill had a penfriend at a school in Brazil...this was years and years ago...and he wanted to go on an exchange trip but Mum and Dad couldn't afford it. His penfriend got all offended when he said he wasn't going and sent him a cursed hat. It made his ears shrivel up,"

Harry laughed and Oliver just shrugged a little as he recognized who those boys were. Oliver soon was looking at Hermione, who looked utterly unsurprised by the information. No doubt she had run across the news about other wizarding schools in some book or other.

And so they continued going around, and Oliver was becoming closer to Ron than he realized.


"You've been ages," said George when all four finally got back to the Weasleys' tents, "Oh hey Wood, heard the news,"

"Yeah?" Oliver soon was having his ego inflated once more.

"Met a few people," Ron interrupted, making Oliver pout, as the redhead was setting the water down. "You not got that fire started yet?"

"Dad's having fun with the matches," Fred grinned, nodding his head over as everyone looked.

Mr. Weasley was having no success at all in lighting the fire, but it wasn't for lack of trying. Splintered matches littered the ground around him, but he looked as though he was having the time of his life.

"Oops!" He yelped as he managed to light a match and promptly dropped it in surprise.

"Come here, Mr. Weasley," Hermione smiled softly, taking the box from him, and showing him how to do it properly.

At last they got the fire lit, though it was at least another hour before it was hot enough to cook anything. Oliver had to promptly leave, ignoring how Ron was pouting a little and the twins begging for him to stay and 'not be the only older kids here'. And so, Oliver left their tent, but not before freezing when Ron started talking about Krum again.

And somehow, Oliver felt himself punch a nearby tree.


"Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaand — Krum!"

"That's him, that's him!" Ron squealed with a big smile, following Krum with his Omnioculars that Harry bought him.

Oliver rolled his eyes as he was huffing next to Ron. He had joined the Weasleys (The older three siblings were here now, that included Oliver's best friend) and them (including Cedric and his Dad) up in the Box seat, since Oliver's family was also invited up. The Puddlemere United newbie then glanced over to the Bulgarian team, particularly the Seeker. Viktor Krum was thin, dark, and sallow-skinned, with a large curved nose and thick black eyebrows. He looked like an overgrown bird of prey. It was hard to believe he was only eighteen.

The Gryffindor graduate scoffed. I'm better looking AND more talented than that bloody idiot.

"Theeeeeeeey're OFF!" screamed Ludo Bagman. "And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"

Oliver snapped out of it as he then focused on the game, his Quidditch strategy mind playing up. He was happy to ignore Ron's gushing over Krum, and how Harry was arguing with him about some player in Ireland. They had a good play so far. And then it was happening...

"Dimitrov! Levski! Dimitrov! Ivanova — oh I say!" roared Bagman with wide eyes.

One hundred thousand wizards gasped as the two Seekers, Krum and Lynch, plummeted through the center of the Chasers, so fast that it looked as though they had just jumped from airplanes without parachutes. Oliver's eyes widened then blinked as he felt Ron suddenly grabbed his arm and squeezed it. The brunet couldn't help but flush and feel a spark with that touch.

"They're going to crash!" Hermione let out all of a sudden and Oliver felt bad that he wished Krum would get injured.

She was half right — at the very last second, Viktor Krum pulled out of the dive and spiraled off. Lynch, however, hit the ground with a dull thud that could be heard throughout the stadium. A huge groan rose from the Irish seats.

"Oh wow," Cedric murmured from Wood's other side with a wince.

"Fool!" Mr. Weasley shouted in disappointment, "Krum was feinting!"

"It's time-out! As trained mediwizards hurry onto the field to examine Aidan Lynch!" Bagman announced once more as Ireland were murmuring to themselves.

"He'll be okay, he only got ploughed!" Charlie Weasley said reassuringly to his baby sister, who was hanging over the side of the box, looking horror-struck. "Which is what Krum was after, of course..."

"Obviously," Oliver muttered as Ron looked up at him in confusion, letting go of him.

He takes it back.

He wished Krum would've crashed instead of Lynch.


"There's no one like Krum!" Ron suddenly said once they were all settled in the tent and Oliver and Cedric decided to hang out with them.

"Krum?" The twins chorused with fake bewildered looks, "Dumb Krum?"

Ron stood on the table and then passionately was saying as the twins were mockingly acting like birds and sounding like a bunch of monkeys, "He's like a bird the way he rides the wind! He's more than an athlete!" He then sighed dreamily, "He's an artist!"

Ginny was walking passed them as she giggled, "I think you're in love, Ron,"

Something about that sentence made Oliver's heart stop.

Ron flushed then murmured to her, "Shut up!"

George grinned and grabbed one of Ron's hands and begins singing, with Fred joining in on his other side.

"Victor, I love you!"

"Victor, I do!"

"When we're apart my heart beats only for you!" Harry and Cedric had managed to join the twins and the four started laughing.

But Oliver wasn't laughing. If anything, he wanted to scream.

Wait! I hear screaming...He thought and looked over out of the tent.

"Looks like the Irish are celebrating hard eh?" Cedric teased but soon stopped as Mr Weasley was shushing them and looked serious.

Oliver's eyes widened at the mention of 'danger' and 'gotta get out of here'.

And soon he apparated to his parents and saw they were safe. He told them to go on ahead as he'll help with anyone else around. He then rushed out the tend and looked around, seeing men in black cloaks and had masks on their faces. He then bit his lower lip as he then spotted Ron and Harry running the other way. Hermione and the other Weasleys must've separated during the chaos. He soon was rushing to them, meeting Percy halfway as the two caught up with the fourteen year olds, helping them to safety. But soon they were almost hitting one group of the blokes in black and Oliver looked at Percy and nodded. Percy ended up going one way with Harry and Oliver took Ron the other way.

"Wait! We can't just leave them!" Ron protested as Oliver held onto Ron's hand.

"They'll be fine Ron. Perce is a lot stronger than you think," He assured him and soon was pulling Ron nearby a huge tree and held him close, ducking down together as explosions and screams erupted around them.

I will protect you Ron. I'll make sure of it. Always. You're mine.


Thought it was going to be fluffy and cute with some funnies right? Ahhhhh well this is just supposed to be a oneshot. Just to get a feel for it. Should I even make more or continue this? Who knows? Anyways this is just another experimenting pairing I wanted to do so...yeah, hope you liked it. Reviews would be appreciated :D Thank you for reading once again.