Love Actually
Disclaimer: The title is taken from the movie "Love Actually" though the plot is different. The characters belong to J.K. Rowling (though I would have wanted Oliver Wood and Katie Bell).
Prologue:
It was midday on the first day of school that I first noticed Oliver Wood. It was pathetic really, the poor scrawny guy was trying to lift his trunk. Now that we're in our seventh year, I never would have guessed (or even thought) that Wood would eventually become our Quidditch Captain. I mean, come on, sure he was Quidditch-obsessed but he was--well, he was just plain thin. He developed quite nicely though, "nicely" in the sense that he had his fair share of fans (and a lot more?). I, on the other hand, never developed quite "nicely" even if I was very much into Quidditch like Wood. I was and still am a slightly overweight girl. Heck, my weight is on the team's side when it comes to games, I can readily kick Marcus Flint's ass. Going back to Wood, he was never really into academics as I was. He would be out there playing in the Pitch while his ton of homework piles up more than a meter high while I would be happy spending most of my time in library and having my share of Quidditch later on. In short, Wood=purely Quidditch (I wouldn't be surprised if he had a Quaffle for a brain), me, Katie Bell=school+Quidditch later. It's that simple. It's the same thing I don't hang around him much. And that is the main reason why Angelina and Alicia are pushing me to him (and Fred and George pushing Oliver to me). Doubtless to say, despite the occasional "dates" (where Wood and I would stare at our butterbeers for a few splendid hours without a single word said) and tantrums (I throw one every time my so-called friends set me up again), our relationship never really developed into something (at all). Then why the hell are Angelina and Alicia still pushing it?
It's another Hogsmeade Weekend. And yet another "date" with Wood. We sat in our usual booth in the Three Broomsticks, again staring at the fizzing butterbeers plunked down by Madam Rosmerta earlier. I tore my eyes for a moment from the table and looked out the window with a sigh. That's when the unthinkable happened.
"I take that you're as bored as I am." Wood said. WHAT THE--? Is he actually talking???
I mumbled a little, looked away from the wonderful world outside this stupid pub. "Apparently."
"Don't get brainy with me, Bell, it won't do you any good." He said, looking amused. BRAINY??? BRAINY?
"I'm not being brainy Wood." I snapped, looking at him hard, "What gave you that idea?"
He chose it that this was the time to be smart aleck and smirked at me. He actually smirked. Why I ought to strangle the stupid guy. He took a drink out of his glass and surveyed me through bemused eyes. Not ceding to defeat, I stared blankly at him. He chuckled.
"Pray tell what is so funny Wood. I'm just dying to know." I said sarcastically. He still didn't notice that I was trying to insult him. How THICK can a person be???
""It's nothing really, Bell. Now, why don't we give our friends the satisfaction by getting to know each other more, eh?" he said, laughter still twinkling in his eyes. Getting to know each other, BAH HUMBUG. Trying to be witty, eh? Wood? Too bad you can't carry it.
I let out a small sound that was a cross between a sarcastic chuckle and disbelief. "You know me Wood. I've been you're classmate since first year." Damn you Oliver Wood for that stupid secret smile of yours!!! "Fine, what do you want to know about me."
He smiled wider as if he wanted to emphasize his triumph. "Nothing much."
"Then, why don't you start." I said sharply.
"Okay, first question: Why are you so snappish right now?"
"Well, it's a great day outside, the library would be probably deserted. I could to my homework but NOOO, I have to go to Hogsmeade to meet YOU, AGAIN!" I said, sounding more and more irritable with each word said.
"Good point. I could be out at the Pitch again if Fred and George hadn't threatened to resign as Beaters." He said, nodding in agreement. Needless to say, this irritated me even more. "Second question: Why are you so obsessed with schoolwork?"
"I plan to become the Minister of Magic." I said shortly.
"You could do that without being too submerged in schoolwork, y'know. And why don't you loosen up a little, have some fun?"
"That's why I'm in the Quidditch Team."
"Last question: Have you ever been into a real date?"
"No." I looked at him queerly. "Is that all you wanted to ask?"
"No further question, your Honor."
"Riiight. I see you've been listening to Muggle Studies."
"I try." he smiled. What the HELL is WRONG WITH ME??? Why do I have those weird lurches when he smiles like that??? This is not normal. I have to get out of here now. He was still smiling that weird secret smile of his. It's like he was having some sort of inside joke or something. It's like I wanted to be in on that joke (A/N: that description of Wood's smile is not mine. I got it from "The All American Girl" by Meg Cabot). Oookay, I think he's finally growing on me. BAH.
A/N: Sooo. what do you guys think. It's my first fic so it's not very--uhm-- flowy yet. Please tell me if I should still continue it. Please R/R. Thank you.
Disclaimer: The title is taken from the movie "Love Actually" though the plot is different. The characters belong to J.K. Rowling (though I would have wanted Oliver Wood and Katie Bell).
Prologue:
It was midday on the first day of school that I first noticed Oliver Wood. It was pathetic really, the poor scrawny guy was trying to lift his trunk. Now that we're in our seventh year, I never would have guessed (or even thought) that Wood would eventually become our Quidditch Captain. I mean, come on, sure he was Quidditch-obsessed but he was--well, he was just plain thin. He developed quite nicely though, "nicely" in the sense that he had his fair share of fans (and a lot more?). I, on the other hand, never developed quite "nicely" even if I was very much into Quidditch like Wood. I was and still am a slightly overweight girl. Heck, my weight is on the team's side when it comes to games, I can readily kick Marcus Flint's ass. Going back to Wood, he was never really into academics as I was. He would be out there playing in the Pitch while his ton of homework piles up more than a meter high while I would be happy spending most of my time in library and having my share of Quidditch later on. In short, Wood=purely Quidditch (I wouldn't be surprised if he had a Quaffle for a brain), me, Katie Bell=school+Quidditch later. It's that simple. It's the same thing I don't hang around him much. And that is the main reason why Angelina and Alicia are pushing me to him (and Fred and George pushing Oliver to me). Doubtless to say, despite the occasional "dates" (where Wood and I would stare at our butterbeers for a few splendid hours without a single word said) and tantrums (I throw one every time my so-called friends set me up again), our relationship never really developed into something (at all). Then why the hell are Angelina and Alicia still pushing it?
It's another Hogsmeade Weekend. And yet another "date" with Wood. We sat in our usual booth in the Three Broomsticks, again staring at the fizzing butterbeers plunked down by Madam Rosmerta earlier. I tore my eyes for a moment from the table and looked out the window with a sigh. That's when the unthinkable happened.
"I take that you're as bored as I am." Wood said. WHAT THE--? Is he actually talking???
I mumbled a little, looked away from the wonderful world outside this stupid pub. "Apparently."
"Don't get brainy with me, Bell, it won't do you any good." He said, looking amused. BRAINY??? BRAINY?
"I'm not being brainy Wood." I snapped, looking at him hard, "What gave you that idea?"
He chose it that this was the time to be smart aleck and smirked at me. He actually smirked. Why I ought to strangle the stupid guy. He took a drink out of his glass and surveyed me through bemused eyes. Not ceding to defeat, I stared blankly at him. He chuckled.
"Pray tell what is so funny Wood. I'm just dying to know." I said sarcastically. He still didn't notice that I was trying to insult him. How THICK can a person be???
""It's nothing really, Bell. Now, why don't we give our friends the satisfaction by getting to know each other more, eh?" he said, laughter still twinkling in his eyes. Getting to know each other, BAH HUMBUG. Trying to be witty, eh? Wood? Too bad you can't carry it.
I let out a small sound that was a cross between a sarcastic chuckle and disbelief. "You know me Wood. I've been you're classmate since first year." Damn you Oliver Wood for that stupid secret smile of yours!!! "Fine, what do you want to know about me."
He smiled wider as if he wanted to emphasize his triumph. "Nothing much."
"Then, why don't you start." I said sharply.
"Okay, first question: Why are you so snappish right now?"
"Well, it's a great day outside, the library would be probably deserted. I could to my homework but NOOO, I have to go to Hogsmeade to meet YOU, AGAIN!" I said, sounding more and more irritable with each word said.
"Good point. I could be out at the Pitch again if Fred and George hadn't threatened to resign as Beaters." He said, nodding in agreement. Needless to say, this irritated me even more. "Second question: Why are you so obsessed with schoolwork?"
"I plan to become the Minister of Magic." I said shortly.
"You could do that without being too submerged in schoolwork, y'know. And why don't you loosen up a little, have some fun?"
"That's why I'm in the Quidditch Team."
"Last question: Have you ever been into a real date?"
"No." I looked at him queerly. "Is that all you wanted to ask?"
"No further question, your Honor."
"Riiight. I see you've been listening to Muggle Studies."
"I try." he smiled. What the HELL is WRONG WITH ME??? Why do I have those weird lurches when he smiles like that??? This is not normal. I have to get out of here now. He was still smiling that weird secret smile of his. It's like he was having some sort of inside joke or something. It's like I wanted to be in on that joke (A/N: that description of Wood's smile is not mine. I got it from "The All American Girl" by Meg Cabot). Oookay, I think he's finally growing on me. BAH.
A/N: Sooo. what do you guys think. It's my first fic so it's not very--uhm-- flowy yet. Please tell me if I should still continue it. Please R/R. Thank you.