Chapter One:
Oliver circled the goal hoops, practise was long since over but he couldn't go back to Gryffindor tower. It would mean facing her. He knew he would have to at some point but he couldn't get the image of the two of them out of his mind. The familiar warmth of her dewy swin pressed against another boys body, her eyes full of lust gazing into those of someone other than him, her breathless moans ringing in the ears of a person he detested. After all they had been through, everything he had done for her, he had loved her above all things, occasionally even Quidditch, he had done things with her, too her that could get them both expelled, why would she do this to him, how could she and with Malfoy of all people?
The morning he had found out he couldn't, wouldn't believe it.the night before Rowena was supposed to meet him,
they were going to sneak into one of the unused classrooms on the second floor, they went there a lot. Sometimes things got kinda
heavy, sometimes they just talked, but it was private. He liked this quiet time just the two of them, when they would just sit and hold each other and kiss for hours, exploring each others bodies lost in their own intimate little world.
Then he had heard them talking.the slytherin girls in the corridor, about Malfoy coming back to the common room late bragging that he had been doing unspeakable things with that Gryffindor Rowena, Oliver's Rowena in an empty class room on the second floor, and how she had blown off the Gryffindor captain to spend time with the great Draco Malfoy! He didn't want to believe it but too many things fit together for it to be a chance rumour. He hadn't asked her about it, he knew she would deny it. But he couldn't
face it yet the pain was too fresh the wound still to deep, and so he flew until the lights in Gryffindor tower were extinguished and he knew he could slip quietly back to his own dorm.
The next morning he walked into the great hall for breakfast, He deliberately turned up late knowing that she had a
test this morning and would eat early so she could go to the library and study. He smiled to himself for a second he had always been amazed at how studious she was, she was a lot like her cousin Percy in that way, maybe Fred and George were wrong and he wasn't found under a table after all. Whenever he had looked into his future or his fantasy version of it she had always been
there. He was a world famous Quidditch player she had a high profile job, sometimes at the ministry sometimes at Hogwarts but they were always doing well,
Now that bubble had burst and the smile faded. Then he saw him across the hall laughing with his friends/henchmen, trademark sneer firmly in place. Malfoy!
Oliver took a deep breath there was an important game coming up he couldn't afford to be benched for fighting with a
fellow student. After all Quidditch was all he had now. He walked slowly over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed a goblet of pumpkin juice. Downing it in one the rage building in his gut. He looked up meeting Malfoy's eyes; the younger boy chuckled knowingly before turning back to his friends. The image of Malfoy and Rowena together flashed through his mind again, he turned and stormed out of the great hall not knowing whether he wanted to punch Malfoy or cry but sure that neither was a really good idea. He had just gotten to the foot of the stairs when he heard a voice behind him,
"Hey Wood give my love to your girlfriend won't you?"
Malfoy laughed coldly. Oliver willed his feet to move but for some reason they refused to do as they were told, He could feel
a burning rage welling up inside him even before the younger boy spoke again,
"Although it would probably be best if you didn't, she seemed to think I was much better at it than you"
Crabbe and Goyle were so busy laughing at Malfoy's last little dig they were unable to react quickly enough to stop Oliver shoving Malfoy against the wall, his forearm to his throat as his fist connected hard with the slytherins stomach. They soon composed themselves though when they saw their leader slide to the floor, grabbing Oliver by the arms and pulling him away before he could
land any more blows. Malfoy looked around quickly making sure no one was watching.
"You're going to pay for that Wood. Crabbe, Goyle, I think we should give the captain here a tour of the Slytherin changing rooms."
The three slytherins laughed as Malfoy's enforcers dragged the struggling Oliver out of the Foyer and towards the Quidditch pitch.
The changing rooms were dark and musty, with the pungent aroma of sweaty socks infiltrating the senses. Trophies and plaques lined each wall as far as you could see, the highly polished pewter looking oddly out of place in the gloom. An agonizing reminder for Oliver that Malfoy was now in possession of the two things that meant the most to him at Hogwarts. Rowena, and the Quidditch cup.
"Like what you see, Wood?" Malfoy sneered. "Take a good look it's the closest you're ever going to get!"
Oliver glared at the younger student, a feral hatred burning in his eyes. He rose up slightly on the balls of his feet, putting him a good four inches taller than his tormenter and clenched his fists, trying to extricate himself from the vice like grip Crabbe and Goyle
still had on his arms.
"Don't be so sure," he growled back, anger lacing his every word. "Harry could get to the snitch before you even if he was blindfolded. Gryffindor has the better players and even you know that."
Malfoy's sneer slipped slightly at the unfavourable comparison to Harry potter. "Maybe. But I wonder how well they will do with their captain laid up in the hospital wing." He turned and took a beaters club from the wall, before advancing towards his captive an icy malice clouding his steely grey eyes.
Recoiling the Gryffindor captains eyes fluttered shut as he prepared himself for the inevitable blow, his heart racing. Malfoy
drew back the club and swung it in a brutal arc towards the Keepers ribs, it hit its target with a satisfying crack as Woods legs buckled beneath him. Crabbe and Goyle continued to hold him upright as Malfoy rained down more punishing blows to his red and gold clad body.
After what seemed to Wood to be an age, the enforcers dropped his bloodied broken body to the floor with a dull thud. Malfoy threw the bat to one side and stood over his victim, "You can make your own way back to the school, we're late for potions" He drove his foot into Oliver's stomach for good measure before leaving the changing rooms, Crabbe and Goyle following obediently.
A/N Very short we know but this fic was originally for our own amusement and we thought we would see if people wanted it before we posted the whole thing (not that its finished the whole thing is quite long) If you would like the rest review and we will post if not we will give it a month then hang our heads in shame lol. So if you want us to keep going you know what to do. We would rather write for one person that wants it than lots who don't care. Thanx Rayne n moony.
Oliver circled the goal hoops, practise was long since over but he couldn't go back to Gryffindor tower. It would mean facing her. He knew he would have to at some point but he couldn't get the image of the two of them out of his mind. The familiar warmth of her dewy swin pressed against another boys body, her eyes full of lust gazing into those of someone other than him, her breathless moans ringing in the ears of a person he detested. After all they had been through, everything he had done for her, he had loved her above all things, occasionally even Quidditch, he had done things with her, too her that could get them both expelled, why would she do this to him, how could she and with Malfoy of all people?
The morning he had found out he couldn't, wouldn't believe it.the night before Rowena was supposed to meet him,
they were going to sneak into one of the unused classrooms on the second floor, they went there a lot. Sometimes things got kinda
heavy, sometimes they just talked, but it was private. He liked this quiet time just the two of them, when they would just sit and hold each other and kiss for hours, exploring each others bodies lost in their own intimate little world.
Then he had heard them talking.the slytherin girls in the corridor, about Malfoy coming back to the common room late bragging that he had been doing unspeakable things with that Gryffindor Rowena, Oliver's Rowena in an empty class room on the second floor, and how she had blown off the Gryffindor captain to spend time with the great Draco Malfoy! He didn't want to believe it but too many things fit together for it to be a chance rumour. He hadn't asked her about it, he knew she would deny it. But he couldn't
face it yet the pain was too fresh the wound still to deep, and so he flew until the lights in Gryffindor tower were extinguished and he knew he could slip quietly back to his own dorm.
The next morning he walked into the great hall for breakfast, He deliberately turned up late knowing that she had a
test this morning and would eat early so she could go to the library and study. He smiled to himself for a second he had always been amazed at how studious she was, she was a lot like her cousin Percy in that way, maybe Fred and George were wrong and he wasn't found under a table after all. Whenever he had looked into his future or his fantasy version of it she had always been
there. He was a world famous Quidditch player she had a high profile job, sometimes at the ministry sometimes at Hogwarts but they were always doing well,
Now that bubble had burst and the smile faded. Then he saw him across the hall laughing with his friends/henchmen, trademark sneer firmly in place. Malfoy!
Oliver took a deep breath there was an important game coming up he couldn't afford to be benched for fighting with a
fellow student. After all Quidditch was all he had now. He walked slowly over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed a goblet of pumpkin juice. Downing it in one the rage building in his gut. He looked up meeting Malfoy's eyes; the younger boy chuckled knowingly before turning back to his friends. The image of Malfoy and Rowena together flashed through his mind again, he turned and stormed out of the great hall not knowing whether he wanted to punch Malfoy or cry but sure that neither was a really good idea. He had just gotten to the foot of the stairs when he heard a voice behind him,
"Hey Wood give my love to your girlfriend won't you?"
Malfoy laughed coldly. Oliver willed his feet to move but for some reason they refused to do as they were told, He could feel
a burning rage welling up inside him even before the younger boy spoke again,
"Although it would probably be best if you didn't, she seemed to think I was much better at it than you"
Crabbe and Goyle were so busy laughing at Malfoy's last little dig they were unable to react quickly enough to stop Oliver shoving Malfoy against the wall, his forearm to his throat as his fist connected hard with the slytherins stomach. They soon composed themselves though when they saw their leader slide to the floor, grabbing Oliver by the arms and pulling him away before he could
land any more blows. Malfoy looked around quickly making sure no one was watching.
"You're going to pay for that Wood. Crabbe, Goyle, I think we should give the captain here a tour of the Slytherin changing rooms."
The three slytherins laughed as Malfoy's enforcers dragged the struggling Oliver out of the Foyer and towards the Quidditch pitch.
The changing rooms were dark and musty, with the pungent aroma of sweaty socks infiltrating the senses. Trophies and plaques lined each wall as far as you could see, the highly polished pewter looking oddly out of place in the gloom. An agonizing reminder for Oliver that Malfoy was now in possession of the two things that meant the most to him at Hogwarts. Rowena, and the Quidditch cup.
"Like what you see, Wood?" Malfoy sneered. "Take a good look it's the closest you're ever going to get!"
Oliver glared at the younger student, a feral hatred burning in his eyes. He rose up slightly on the balls of his feet, putting him a good four inches taller than his tormenter and clenched his fists, trying to extricate himself from the vice like grip Crabbe and Goyle
still had on his arms.
"Don't be so sure," he growled back, anger lacing his every word. "Harry could get to the snitch before you even if he was blindfolded. Gryffindor has the better players and even you know that."
Malfoy's sneer slipped slightly at the unfavourable comparison to Harry potter. "Maybe. But I wonder how well they will do with their captain laid up in the hospital wing." He turned and took a beaters club from the wall, before advancing towards his captive an icy malice clouding his steely grey eyes.
Recoiling the Gryffindor captains eyes fluttered shut as he prepared himself for the inevitable blow, his heart racing. Malfoy
drew back the club and swung it in a brutal arc towards the Keepers ribs, it hit its target with a satisfying crack as Woods legs buckled beneath him. Crabbe and Goyle continued to hold him upright as Malfoy rained down more punishing blows to his red and gold clad body.
After what seemed to Wood to be an age, the enforcers dropped his bloodied broken body to the floor with a dull thud. Malfoy threw the bat to one side and stood over his victim, "You can make your own way back to the school, we're late for potions" He drove his foot into Oliver's stomach for good measure before leaving the changing rooms, Crabbe and Goyle following obediently.
A/N Very short we know but this fic was originally for our own amusement and we thought we would see if people wanted it before we posted the whole thing (not that its finished the whole thing is quite long) If you would like the rest review and we will post if not we will give it a month then hang our heads in shame lol. So if you want us to keep going you know what to do. We would rather write for one person that wants it than lots who don't care. Thanx Rayne n moony.