Summary:

Everyone knows that Oliver Wood has his eye on the prize, seeing that it's his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. They just never specified what prize: Ravenclaw Chaser, Roselyn Lane, or the Quidditch Cup.

Roselyn Lane always thought her seventh year would include winning the Quidditch Cup. She never thought it would include sneaking around with the Gryffindor Keeper.

"Eye on the prize, Lane!" Roselyn was constantly told by her father. He never said that the prize couldn't be a certain Scottish boy.

This Quidditch season is definitely going to be like no other.

Chapter Two:

The next morning in the Great Hall Oliver couldn't peel his eyes off of the girl that had dared to try to hit him yesterday on the pitch. She really is something, he thought to himself. He watched as she pressed her body into another seventh year, Jeremy. Her blue eyes lit up when she laughed at a joke that he had just told, and frankly, it made Oliver green with jealousy. Must be a territorial thing, for he was very territorial.

"Wood, what are ya lookin' at?" George asked from across the table. He looked around Oliver to see what he was looking at, but frowned when he came up with nothing.

"Nothing," Oliver responded quietly, turning around in his seat to face the twins. He looked back over his shoulder once more, catching Rose's eye as he did so. She rolled her eyes at him and turned back to her friends.

"Is it a girl, Wood?" Fred asked curiously. "Are you planning on using your lady killer ways? What's it for this time?"

"Is she pretty?" George asked, eyes growing wide. "I bet she is. You never go after a lady that isn't."

"I said it was nothing," Oliver hissed. "And I'm not a lady killer." He got up from his spot at the table and stalked out of the Great Hall. Thankfully the twins didn't follow him, but the person he met on the stairs was someone he wanted to see less.

"Did you see something you liked, Wood?" she asked, an amused tone in her voice.

"Just a prat," he hissed. He glanced over at the brunette and saw a smirk plastered on her face.

"Sure, now I'm the prat. You know, I can't figure you out. One minute you act like you hate me, and the next you look at me like you-"

"Like I want you," he cut her off and finished her sentence for her.

"Well, I was going to say like you actually have a heart, but sure, let's go with what you said." Awkward. Oliver had been almost positive that they were thinking the same thing. "Anyways, I just wanted to say good luck today against Slytherin. As mush as I can't stand you, I can't stand Slytherin even more."

"Match got cancelled because of Malfoy. We play Hufflepuff instead," he responded, emotionless. Oliver turned to her and looked at her expressionless face curiously. "Didn't you date a Slytherin in our fifth year?"

She chuckled and looked over at him, smiling at him for the first time in four years. "Higgs? That was for like a month, and it was only because he asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him a few times. I had to give in sometime, didn't I?"

"So basically, you're easy after a little bit of persuasion?" he asked, flashing her his charming smile.

"When someone is relentless as Higgs was, then yes, but it was just because he was good company," she admitted.

"Hell, Lane, if you wanted good company I would've been better than that git," Oliver replied. He couldn't believe that she had really dated a Slytherin, even if it was for only a month.

"Is that an offer, Wood?" she asked jokingly.

"Listen, Lane. I'm sorry about fourth year," Oliver said, running his hand through his hair. "I guess I just did it because... Well, I was jealous."

"Jealous? Of me? Why would you be?" she asked incredulously.

"Well, yeah. Your dad is Gregory Lane. He's like a legend!" Oliver exclaimed, earning a giggle from Rose. He smiled at the overwhelming sensation her giggle brought to him.

"I'd be happy to trade parents. You seem like you would get along with Dad pretty well. He doesn't really like my choice to join the Order once I'm done with school. He wants me to play professional quidditch like he did," she explained.

"The Order?" Oliver asked. He had only heard of it briefly, but he still wasn't sure of what it was exactly.

"The Order of the Phoenix. It's like a bunch of people that are joined together to fight the dark arts. My mom was a part of it before she moved to the United States.

"Isn't that dangerous?" Oliver asked, suddenly worried for her safety.

"Yeah, but so is quidditch, and I don't see you quitting that any time soon," she observed. "Well, this is where we part ways. Oliver?"

"Yeah?" he turned to face her, seeing she had a disappointed look on her face.

"Thanks, for apologizing, you know. But, um, I really enjoyed arguing. It helped me relieve some stress, so, uh, do you think we can still do it sometimes?" she asked, blushing slightly.

Oliver chuckled and nodded. "Sure, plus, we were meant to argue. We're to opposing captains both after the cup."

Rose smirked at him as she made her way up the steps backwards. "Game on, Ollykins." She turned around and walked up the remained of the steps before coming to a landing. She turned around and gave Oliver a fake, sweet smile before she turned and walked away once more.

"You bet, Rosie," he called back as she disappeared into a corridor.