Sandy whipped open her curtains, glancing at the clock, which now read 'get up… no seriously, get up.' The real time was six-forty, as she saw on her mobile phone, which she'd been given as a birthday present from her Muggle aunt in Sussex. She'd been fascanated with it since she got it, and had taken it apart with Oliver Wood at least three times. They'd been friends since first year, but since fifth, when Sandy had joined the Quidditch team, they'd become more like best friends. And today was a good day, Oliver was coming to stay, for three whole days.

She took a quick shower and got dressed. Spending a good twenty minutes at her wardrobe, choosing what to wear. In the end she chose a long t-shirt on with her skinny jeans. She didn't want to appear as if she'd dressed up for him or something. Sandy jogged down the stairs, alomost running head first into her younger brother, Daniel. She jumped backwards.

"What the -?" He looked her up and down. "What you doin' up so early?" He asked, his voice sounding dazed. Dan was still in his pyjamas and his hair was sticking up all over the place.

"Oliver's coming, remember?"

"Ahhh, yeah, I gotcha now," He replied slowly, then looked up, grinning at her. "Haha, Oli's coming, huh? You gonna play some Quidditch?"

"Umm… I guess…" Sandy answered slowly, wondering what sick joke she just knew her brother had come up with.

He laughed. "You gonna ride his broomstick, huh?" He laughed again, he just couldn't stop himself. "You got owned, sister," He clicked his fingers and ran past her up the stairs. Sandy rolled her eyes at his level of immaturity.

Dan was in fifth year, Sandy was in sixth. Considering there was only one year difference age wise, these was about five in maturity levels.

Sandy opened the door to the kitchen. There was a loud bang as Macey, the cat, jumped down from the kitchen units. Macey was a grey tabbey cat, one who had lived with their family for four years, and was very much a friend to Sandy, even though, for obvious reasons, they didn't really make conversation.

"Hey, Macey," Sandy said sweetly, as the cat purred around her ankles. "Oliver's coming today, Mace," She told the cat, who looked up at her as if to acknowledge this.

A loud roaring sound issued from the fireplace, making both Macey and Sandy jump back. Sandy clutched her hand to her heart, as she did when things made her jump.

A guy stepped out of the fireplace, dusting the soot off his grey shirt and blue jeans. Oliver Wood.

"Did I catch my name there?" He asked, looking up at Sandy. She stuttered her reply, as she realised that her heart beat wasn't slowing down.

"I…" She composed herself. "Yeah, I was just telling the cat you were coming," She said it as if it were a normal thing to do.

"Of course you were," He smiled at her, then knelt to the floor as Macey scurried over to him, purring loudly as he ran his hand over Macey's fur.

Oliver had always loved animals, but his parents had never had any except the family owl, and the one he had been given last year as a present for passing his OWL exams. He glanced up from the cat, then had to double take. Sandy was stould right in front of him, and he just couldn't help but follow her legs with his eyes. Oliver cleared his throat and tried to re-gain a bit of self control. Sandy put her hands on her hips, shifting her weight onto one foot. Oh God, please don't do that… Oliver thought, that just makes it harder not to look. He forced his eyes onto her face as he stould up.

I swear he was looking at my legs, Sandy thought. Yeah, but I was standing right in front of him. She told herself.

"Erm, so," Oliver said, sort of awkwardly. Had she noticed? "What are we doing today?"

"Oh," Sandy snapped back into reality. "Right, I dunno, wanna go into town for a bit later?" She asked, thinking on the spot for something to do.

"Yeah, sure," He replied. "How bout we play a bit of Quidditch first, though? You still got my old broom in your shed?"

They both left through the back door and Sandy kicked open the shed door, coughing as the dust whirled around her. She stepped back.

"Be my guest," She held her hand out to the shed.

"Coward," He laughed, reaching into the shed and pulling out his old broomstick and shutting the shed door. Sandy grabbed hers, which was balanced against the far side of the shed.

"How can you just leave that there, in plain sight?" Oliver asked her, turning around to see the close proximety in which Sandy lived to her Muggle neighbours.

"Ha, it's fine, really," Sandy explained the situation. "One of our neighbours, Mrs Morris, asked to borrow it to sweep her yard, I had to tell her it was an heirloom and it was very valuable!"

Oliver laughed as he placed his arm over her shoulder in a friendly kind of mannor. Sandy practically sank into his chest. He didn't know how much she loved it when he did that. To him it was friendly gesture, but to her, it made her feel like she was walking on air.

They left the garden together, through a small pathway between bushes at the back of the garden. It led to a dirt track which, if you followed it, took you to an abandoned, old Quidditch pitch. The hoops were somewhat lob-sided and the set of Quidditch balls in the hole in the tree had seen better days, but it kept them entertained.

Sandy went to open the hole in the tree. Oliver put his arm in front of her, a smile on his face.

"I got it," He told her, leavering the hatch open in the tree. Sandy couldn't help but watch the muscles in his arms as he pulled it open, she found herself wishing she could watch without having to look through his shirt. She shook her head to get the image from her mind. He turned around. "You okay?" He asked her, lowering his head to look at her square on.

"Yeah, I'm fine," She giggled, brushing her hair off her face with her hand. He grinned at her.

"Good," He said. Oliver then turned away and dragged the box out of the tree.

"Here, let me help you," She offered, grabbing one end of the box.

"Thanks," Oliver smiled, as they lifted the box out of the tree and put it onto the grass. He knelt down and unhooked the latch, Sandy got down next to him, lifting the lid. They both reached for the Quaffle lock at the same time, their hands breifly touching.

"Sorry,"

"Sorry," They said it at the same time, and nervous laughter following it. They did it again, and once more their hands touched.

"You know what, I think you can do that," Sandy muttered, embarassed.

"I… sure," Oliver said, his face turning slightly pink.

Sandy stould up. She whipped around to see they had company, again making her jump.

"Oh, for Goodness sake! Can people stop doing that!" Sandy yelled out, making Oliver jump, releasing the Snitch by accident.

"And could you not do that!" He laughed, watching the Snitch hover beside her ear. He stould up quietly, and moved forwards until he was standing within inches of her, then grabbed the Snitch. "There," He said softly.

"Sorry, are we interupting?" A voice called from across the field.

Oliver turned around on his heels. "Harry Potter," He said called back to him. "Why is Harry Potter everywhere I look?" He said quietly to her. She giggled.

Harry was with his friend, she could never remember his name, the ginger one. His brothers were on the Quidditch team, Fred and George, they were the Beaters.

"Well hey there," Harry walked across the grass, the ginger one at his heels.

"Hey, what's the other one called?" Sandy muttered to Oliver.

"Uh, Weasley? I don't know," He whispered back.

"Damn you, Wood," She laughed. He nudged her playfully. Sandy nudged him back.

"Honestly, you two just can't keep your hands off eachother," Harry commented. Oliver swiftly removed his hand from his friend, and they took an awkward step away from eachother. Harry and the ginger one exchanged glances.

"Anyway," Oliver stopped the silence. "How's your summer been?" He asked the boys.

"Great, thanks, Wood," Harry replied. "Ron and his brothers turned up in a flying car and took me to their house. All is good," Harry laughed.

"Ron!" Sandy exlcaimed, at remembering his name. The ginger boy stared at her. "I mean… Ron! How are you?" Oliver put his hand to his mouth to hide the laughter.

"I'm good… um, thanks," Ron answered un-surely, giving her a rather funny look, but smiling none the less.

Oliver couldn't stop laughing, knowing he shouldn't be laughing, only made it worse. He rested his hand on Sandy's shoulder to steady himself, and maybe try to re-gain composure.

Harry laughed. "Stop touching eachother!" He called to them.

"Oh, come on, she doesn't mind," Oliver smiled, putting his arms around Sandy's waist. He didn't know that she'd never mind that, and she'd actually rather he did that more often.

"Uh, yeah," Harry said, not really knowing what exactly to say to them. "Wanna play some Quidditch?" He asked tentitively.

"Sure," Sandy replied, removing her friends arms from her. She removed the Quaffle from the case and threw it to Ron. It hit him in the chest and fell to the ground. "Nice one." Sandy muttered sarcastically.

"Oh, right, sorry," Ron mumbled, picking up the Quaffle again. Harry hit him lightly in the arm.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked him quietly.

"Nothing!" Ron whispered heatedly back. Oliver and Sandy exchanged a glance, and almost burst out laughing again.

"What are we doing then? Pair up and do some chasing?" Oliver asked them, although mainly his attention was focused on Sandy.

"Foget Keepers then, let's shoot some!" She laughed.

They four of them kicked off their brooms, and soared into the air. In haste to get rid of it, Ron chucked the Quaffle at Harry, who had to lean right off his broom to catch it.

"Oh, hey, Wood," Harry said, noticing who was marking him. "Why can't Sandy mark me? I mean… she's actually a Chaser…" Harry grinned at Sandy. She grimaced and looked away.

"Don't be cheeky, just throw the damn thing!" Oliver told him warningly. He hated it when anyone said things like that about Sandy. He wasn't even her boyfriend, but he was protective enough to be.

Harry did as he was told and threw the Quaffle to Ron again. He didn't really seem to know what to do with it and aimed badly at the slanted goal hoop. Sandy swerved in front of him and grabbed it mid-flight. She passed it directly to Oliver at the other end of the field. He caught it. Sandy dived underneath both Harry and Ron's brooms to catch the Quaffle just as Oliver tossed it back to her. She scored precisely through the central hoop.

"Good one!" Oliver called to her. She high-fived him as she flew in the opposite direction.

"Now that, my small friends, is style," She said to the two second years.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry muttered.

"Sorry, Mr Potter, did you say something?" She said back to him, smiling knowingly.

"Nah," Harry told her, beaming back at her.

"Hey, we'd better get back, Sandy," Oliver said, glancing at his watch. The three boys landed their brooms. Sandy stayed and hovered above them, leaning across her broom to talk to them.

"Aw, come on, we can still a bit longer," She pleaded with Oliver. He looked up at her. Oh my God… he thought. Look away, be polite, look away. He didn't look away.

"Erm, Sandy don't do that, you can see up your top," He told her, still not quite able to avert his eyes. She bolted upright and flew to the ground, one hand on her broom, the other protectively on her t-shirt.

"You shouldn't have been looking then," She muttered, dis-mounting her broom. Oliver smirked at her. Ron Weasley's face was priceless, as he simply stared at Sandy, his jaw slightly open. Harry nudged him back into reality.

They said a quick 'bye' to their teammate and his friend, then headed back to Sandy's house.