Disclaimer: I own nothing but a few original characters and the plotline! If I did own it all, do you think I'd be scrounging for enough money so that I can eat lunch at college everydayHmm? No…if you recognize the characters, they belong to JKR. If you don't, they belong to me.

As the term progressed, everyone grew more and more excited about the first Quidditch match of the season. Even the Gryffindor Prank War slacked off, due to the fact that no one wanted to distract Albus or Ted, who were both on the Gryffindor team. The tension built and built, and exploded frequently. It exploded even more frequently once the announcement came about who they'd be playing. The very first match of the season would be Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. The rivalry between the two Houses increased until the other Houses completely avoided any place where Gryffindors might come into contact with Slytherins. Many of them began taking their meals in their rooms. Professors played favorites, and it was rumored that Professor Ginny had hexed Professor Malfoy for merely suggesting that Slytherin might win. The only ones seemingly unaffected were the headmaster and Professor Percy. If anything, Professor Percy seemed more lenient when he graded essays.

No one thought tensions could get any higher. They were wrong. Everyone knew something was up when the headmaster decreed that all Houses come to the Great Hall for dinner one evening. When everyone was seated, the headmaster stood up.

"If I may have your attention, please?" he asked, tapping his glass on the table and somehow making it sound as if he were banging a gavel. "You may be wondering why I've called all of you to dinner this evening. I wish to make an important announcement, and I only wish to make it once. A former student of Hogwarts and one-time Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team wishes to visit Hogwarts and attend our Quidditch matches. So with no further introductions, I give you…" he trailed off dramatically, grinning widely. "…Chudley Cannons Keeper OLIVER WOOD!"

The Great Hall's rafters rang with the screams and cheers of the students. Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors alike clapped and cheered, hooted and hollered as Oliver Wood entered the Great Hall. Professors grinned at each other, remembering their school days when Wood had been Captain of the Gryffindor team and looking forward to reliving old times later on. Professor Malfoy was smirking reminiscently, and even Professor Snape was seen with his lips twitching suspiciously.

Oliver Wood walked to the head table, and took an empty seat next to Professor Percy, who was grinning idiotically. He waited for the applause to die down, then stood up.

"Thank you for that wonderful introduction, Professor Potter. And thank you, Hogwarts, for the wonderful welcome. Primarily, I'm here for my own enjoyment. However, when my coach heard I was coming to Hogwarts for the season, he asked me to keep an eye out for any new talent that may be useful to the team. So I'm also here as sort of a talent scout, as well. I'm telling you this to explain the reason behind a favorite saying of mine: play hard, play fair, and play to win. That's all I'm asking of you this season. Have fun and play your best! Thank you." He sat back down as the headmaster stood up.

"And now," he said. "The speeches are over, so let the feast begin!"

The food appeared magically, and everyone dug in, talking excitedly. That night, no one could sleep. And in the weeks to come, tensions would rise higher than ever. Many of the Quidditch players took to wandering the halls, simply to escape the pressure from their Houses that they faced in the common rooms.

Angel occasionally went with Ted on his wanderings. They walked, they talked, they held hands. Ted never had to ask her, she simply knew when he wanted company and when he didn't. Lounging in the common room one day though, Ted stood up and held his hand out to Angel.

"Walk with me?" he asked simply.

She took his hand and they left the common room. They wandered the halls aimlessly, and chatted just as aimlessly. Angel knew Ted had something more important on his mind than meaningless chatter, though. Just outside the empty History of Magic classroom, she stopped and turned to Ted.

"Why did you ask me to come with you today?" She asked. "It wasn't for this. I know you better than that, Ted."

Ted sighed. "You're right. I wanted to talk to you, but it's…kind of personal. Do you mind…maybe…taking this in there?" He motioned toward the History of Magic classroom.

"Sure, no problem." Angel took his hand and opened the door. She walked into the classroom and stopped, staring in shock. Ted, not paying attention, walked straight into Angel.

"What the…" he muttered.

"Shh. Look." Angel pointed into a dark corner of the room. Ted looked, and almost gasped in shock. Oliver Wood had backed Professor Percy into a corner and was snogging him senseless! What made it worse, in Ted's mind, was the fact that Professor Percy was snogging him back, obviously enjoying it. Then Ted noticed Oliver was grinding his hips into Professor Percy's. If they'd been naked, Ted would have thought they were having sex, what with the movements and noises they were making. Ted stumbled backwards toward the door, taking an entranced Angel with him. Once outside the classroom and safely away from the door, Ted burst out laughing uncontrollably. Angel, who'd been holding her breath since the first glimpse of her professor and his male lover, let it all out on a long, wistful sigh.

"Oh…my…god! I cannot believe I just saw that!" Ted giggled, still half in shock. "I must have been hallucinating. Yes, that's it. I was hallucinating, and I didn't really see the famous Oliver Wood snogging Professor Percy!" He grinned at having worked this out.

"If you were hallucinating, then it was a mass hallucination, because I saw it too. Only I saw a lot more than just the two of them snogging like their lives depended on it." Angel laughed shakily.

Ted frowned at her. "Damn, you saw it too. That means it wasn't a hallucination. And bloody hell, I was trying to forget that other part! Burn it from my mind or whatever!" He groaned, cradling his face in his hands.

"Oh but why?" Angel asked, smiling. "That was so damn hot I couldn't breathe!"

"It was but…wait, what did I just say? Did I just agree with you?" Ted looked confused for a moment. "No I didn't just say that…I couldn't have. I'm straight for goodness' sake!"

Laughing openly, Angel hugged him. "Does this mean I have to worry about you dumping me for some really hot guy, or do we get to share him between us?"

"Wait…what? You're…okay with that possibility? You're not the least bit freaked out by it? I mean, just like that, you're okay with it?" Ted looked at her shyly, hope shining in his face.

"Yes, just like that, you dolt! Hell, Ted…I'd even give away all of my computers if it would make you happy. I'm going to go out on a limb here, because if you don't know it already you're a numbskull…I love you, Ted. I am in love with you, and I'd do just about anything if it meant making you happy. If you go and decide you're bisexual, that's fine by me as long as you don't leave me for some guy. You can have your men as long as you share. Besides, didn't I just say I thought that little scene was so damn hot? What makes you think I'd object to you being bi?"

"Merlin, Angel, I…don't know what to say, other than…I love you too, I'll never leave you for another guy, and thank you for supporting any choice I may make. Though give me a little time to think about this whole bisexual thing. I'm not sure, and until I'm sure, don't say anything to anyone, okay?" Ted leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss.

"Okay," Angel agreed. "But we'd better get back, before the others send out a search party after us."

They walked back the way they'd come and when they passed the History of Magic classroom, they opened the door and peeked in. Both of them were disappointed when they found the classroom was empty. They looked at each other, grinning. They knew why the two men had left the classroom, and they figured they knew where the men had gone. They continued on to the common room, knowing without saying that each would keep the professor's secret.

If Ted was quiet or tense over the next few days, everyone attributed it to the coming match. After all, the fate of the match rested square on Ted and Albus's shoulders. Ted, as the Keeper, was responsible for seeing that the other team didn't score any goals. Albus, as the Seeker was responsible for catching the Golden Snitch, which would end the game and give their team 150 points. No one, not even Albus and Keven, suspected the truth.

The day of the match finally came. Everyone was on the Quidditch pitch early; no one wanted to miss a second of the all-important first match. The Slytherin team was an intimidating bunch, chosen more for size than brains or strategic ability. The Gryffindor team, however, was chosen for skill and strategy. Both teams wanted victory, and both teams were willing to do whatever it took (inside the rules) to win. It promised to be a good match, and was. The game had been going for a solid hour before anyone scored, and every Gryffindor was disappointed to see it was Slytherin that scored. Soon Gryffindor was twenty points behind, and no sign of the Snitch. The crowd roared as Albus suddenly went into a dive. He pulled out of the dive, racing around the pitch, chasing something only he could see. He stretched out a hand, then stopped abruptly, throwing his arm in the air. He'd caught the Snitch! The Gryffindor side of the crowd went nuts, screaming and cheering when they realized they'd won. They poured onto the field, hoisted Albus, Ted, and the rest of the team on their shoulders, and carried them into the locker rooms. There would be a celebration that night in Gryffindor Tower.

Due to all the excitement, no one noticed the pair of figures that snuck away from the field and up to the Gryffindor common room. And no one noticed the other pair of figures that snuck away from the field and up to the teachers' chambers.

When the exuberant Gryffindors finally got back to their common room, the first thing they noticed was that the Fat Lady was just a bit tipsy. The second thing they noticed was that there were four cases of Firewhiskey sitting beneath her portrait. The older students grinned, then confiscated all four cases. Couldn't let the younger students get into such potent stuff, after all.

Angel grinned at Ted. "I'll be right back," she said, and then peeled off from the back of the group and headed down the hallway.

"Where are you going?" he asked her.

"My little secret. Suffice to say I'll be back in a few minutes."

She waited until everyone had entered the common room, then took out the Marauder's Map. She tapped it with her wand.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," she whispered, and checked the map. She headed off down the hall. A few minutes later, she burst through the portrait into the common room, arms laden with food.

"Where did you get all this?" Albus asked, amazed.

"My little secret," laughed Angel.