Disclaimer: Well I shouldn't even have to repeat this but I don't own this, shame, I'd love to own Oliver Wood…mmm….
A/N: Yeah, it has taken me absolutely forever to update. And no I have not had writers block, I've just been really busy…sorry. Anyway, on with the show peoplz!
2 years later…
Oliver Wood, captain of Puddlemere United Quidditch team, paced back and forth in the large spacious locker rooms of his team's home ground. His team watched him anxiously as an array of emotions flittered across his face.
The renowned Harry Potter stared at his former Gryffindor Quidditch captain pace like an agitated cat, watching as a very nervous Oliver searched for the words for his first motivational speech as the team captain.
Amusedly, the other team members simply smiled encouragingly and took pity on him.
"Look guys, you're a magnificent team, and…and if you do as well as you did in practice, I'm sure you'll do great, I have faith in you because….well hell because you're my team!"
The chasers punched the air with pride, while the beaters simply nodded in grim determination. Harry, the seeker, simply rolled his eyes impartially at the fidgeting captain and dragged him to the entrance doors of the stadium and lined up patiently for the announcer to introduce them.
"AND IT'S PUDDLEMERE 110 TO CHUDLEY CANNONS 30! CHUDLEY'S CHASER HEADING FOR OLIVER WOOD, SWERVES, DODGES A BLUDGER! OOO…CLOSE CALL, FEINTS TOWARDS THE LEFT…AIMS FOR THE CENTRE HOOP….AHHH…GOOD CATCH OLIVER! AND IT'S PUDDLEMERE 120. PUDDLEMERE CHASER ROBERTSON IN POSSESION, FLYS FOR THE…POTTER DIVES…AND HE'S GOT THE GOLDEN SNITCH! FINAL SCORE 270 TO 30. PUDDLEMERE WINS!"
Oliver flew down and gave the raven haired seeker a proud whack on the back as the other members of the team came to cheer on their infamous seeker and keeper.
Harry grinned idiotically at Oliver who had turned and was waving at the crowd; silently thanking the God's that his first match as the captain had not gone too badly. Little did he know, a pair of emerald green eyes watched him from the crowd, glowing proudly at him.
Fred, Angelina, George and Alicia stood in Oliver's newly furnished apartment with their champagne glasses raised in a proud toast to the beaming Oliver Wood. "Congrats to our former obsessive Gryffindor Quidditch captain who still continues to torment our poor Harry. Oh yeah, and nice game." The group chuckled at Fred's speech and gulped down the golden liquid.
The group of five good friends collapsed on the cozy couches, laughing at the Weasley twins' antics.
"So how has your business been going boys?" Enquired Oliver.
"Going great Wood, we're outstripping zonko's in nearly everything, they're absolutely furious, been trying to buy us out every single bloody week."
"What about you Ange, how's Auror training going? You're graduating in 2 or 3 months aren't you?"
"Actually Oliver, it's a month, but otherwise, life's going great, I'm married to a wonderful guy with a very enterprising business" at this she turned to smile mischievously at Fred, who smirked back at his wife "and my career is finally coming along. And I do believe George and Alicia have something to tell us."
Alicia simply blushed and stuck out her hand. Everyone leaned in to inspect a gorgeous silver band on her pale slender finger.
Oliver beamed at his friend and instantly asked "when did this happen?" "This morning actually."
Alicia blushed shyly and eased into George's arms, closing her eyes in bliss.
"So Oliver," George raised his eyebrows at the handsome Scot "anyone special that we should know about, someone who has stolen the famous Oliver Wood's heart?"
Oliver scowled at this question and promptly denied any cases of romance in his life claiming that captaining his team was his number one priority. His friends simply rolled their eyes. Some things never change…
Angelina straightened up "speaking of Quidditch, I heard that the famous American team, what's the name…" "The falcons?" "Yes the falcons, I heard they're coming out to England for a couple of friendly games with the local teams."
Oliver frowned; he had not heard of that…he had been so distracted lately. He watched as Angelina fished around in her hand bag and pulled out a copy of Quidditch weekly and handed it to Oliver. "I think you might want to read this…" "Why?" "Just read it."
Oliver scanned over the article on the Falcons:
'The infamous American falcons are coming out to England to compare the talent…a few of the best teams will be chosen to face them in a friendly competition…' Oliver skipped ahead little pointless pieces…bla bla bla …until he came to the line up which he unconsciously read out loud "Their current captain, Rick Alistair (seeker), is bringing out his team consisting of Ewan Parker, Chris Morris (Beaters), Naomi Hodgemen (Keeper), Jude Lewis, Adam Cox and Katie Bell…"
The twins looked up instantly, and stared perplexingly at the pale Oliver Wood. His hands were trembling. That name, that…he could not help but stare at those simple letters which invoked so much emotion inside him. So much pain that he thought he would've forgotten by now resurfaced. The corner of his eyes prickled and he brutally forced down the tears. After all these years, she had finally returned, so long ago…what was happening, why now.
Realising that he had been staring at the same spot for over ten minutes, he quickly looked up to see the faint hope glittering in his friends' eyes. He grimly shook his head and said "We can't be sure it's her, that name could be quite common over there, I mean what are the chances?"
"No, it has to be her; it isn't a coincidence that she plays the chaser position. Flip the magazine over, there's a picture, there is no mistaking, those are Katie's eyes, sure, she's a bit more tanned and her hair is darker colour, but I would recognize her anywhere."
Oliver flipped over the magazine, and indeed, there in the large wizard picture was Katie staring back at him, looking serious one minute then bursting out in silent laughter the next until she regained her composure and looked serious once more with crinkles of laughter still at the edge of eyes. Oliver watched the cycle of the picture repeat over and over again, his eyes glued to the pretty Brunette chaser who would occasionally turn to stare into the camera. God, how he had missed that smile, how he had pined for those eyes during those first few months. Oliver sighed dejectedly, he had thought he would never see her again, but fate, decidedly had other plans.
As the dazed keeper looked up to speak to his friends, he realized they had already left. Feeling slightly aggravated, he looked at his watch and saw that he had been tuned out for over fourty-five minutes. Sighing once more he headed up to his room on the second storey of the apartment. He seemed to be sighing a lot for someone who was celebrating his captaincy.
Oliver strolled into the comfortable café in Diagon Alley, shedding his heavy cloak; he walked towards an empty table while brushing white snowflakes out of his spiky hair. He sat in the corner booth, carefully avoiding any eye contact, should one of his crazed fans/stalkers spot him. When the waitress walked over, he buried his face in the menu and ordered a butterbeer politely.
He slowly peered around the side of the menu to make sure that blond fan girl that was tailing him outside had found his hiding spot. He scanned his surroundings and returned his gaze to the seat opposite. He noticed a pair of slender legs in punky grey faded jeans standing before him. He groaned to himself, hoping that is wasn't that blond from before. He slowly raised his caramal chocolate eyes until they met a pair of sparkling green eyes dancing with suppressed laughter.
Katie studied the shocked face of Oliver Wood and smiled to herself, he still looked adorably messy, but now with an edge of refinement in his black shirt. "Hello Oliver."
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