I don't own Harry Potter or the sexy Oliver Wood, but if I had lots of money like I don't, I would...

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I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away

I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open

And I don't feel like I am strong enough

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel light when you're gone away

- "Broken" Seether ft. Amy Lee

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Rachel awoke early by rolling off of her warm four poster bed, and onto the floor. "Urgh, nothing like cold stone in the morning," she said pushing herself up off the ground. Walking into the girls' shared bathroom; she quickly splashed some cool water on her face and brushed her teeth. Entering the girls' dorm again, she changed out of her black and yellow smiley pants and her black tank top, into a pair of light gray sweat pants and a SBA Quidditch tee shirt. She squatted in front of her trunk and dug out a pair of Converse Lottery's. She rushed out her straight hair and threw it up into a sloppy bun. Rachel tapped on Hermione's arm, slightly waking her.

"Hm?" the sleepy Brit asked.

"I'm going out for a jog," Rachel said.

"Mm-hm," Hermione mumbled and returned to sleep.

Rachel exited the Gryffindor commons and trotted down the stairs. About 16 flights, 4 hallways and 2 wrong turns later, Rachel stood triumphantly in front of the Slytherin commons. Opening the portrait with Draco's password, she entered and crept up the stairs into the 6th year boys' dorms. Opening it slowly, she saw the sleeping forms of Draco's goons, Crabbe and Goyle. She approached her cousin's bed, kicking it swiftly, he stirred, "Wake up."

"Mm, what time is it?"

"Early," she replied crossing her arms.

"Rachel?"

"Yeah, now get up. I want you to come jogging."

"Why?" he asked sitting up.

"Because, its not quidditch season, and besides," she smirked. "You look like you put on a few pounds."

Before Draco could object, Rachel had thrown a pair of black sweat pants and a matching shirt at him.

"Get dressed," she commanded turning her back to him.

"Rachel," he smirked. "You mind handing me a pair of boxers from that drawer to your left?" he questioned innocently.

"Why?" she grinned. "Little Drakie have an accident?" she laughed.

"Why no," he grinned. "Drakie and I, who is in no way little, sleep in the nude," he smirked as she reached the drawer.

Throwing a pair over her head in haste she shuttered and yelped. "Eww! Draco! T.M.I.!! T.M.I.!!!"

Draco laughed as he quickly got dressed then tapped her on the shoulder.

"You better be dressed or I'll castrate you!"

He laughed again. "Don't worry," he told her.

"And to think, I was gunna sit on you to wake you up," she said mentally shuttering.

"Anyone but you," he said with a disgusted face.

"Aw, come on Drac, incest is best, and besides, am I that bad looking?" she asked putting her arms out at her sides.

He only laughed.

"Anybody?" she asked carefully.

"Anybody," he replied as the two walked out of the dorms and raced into the hallway. As they jogged through the dungeons towards the Great Hall, Rachel turned to him.

"Even Hermione?" she asked happily.

"What about Hermione?"

"You know what I'm talking about," Rachel joked elbowing him and winking.

"I don't know," he said finally.

"What do you mean, you 'don't know'? You mean to tell me, that, if Hermione Granger walked into you bedroom clothed or otherwise, you wouldn't get bored?"

"She does bore me!" he exclaimed.

"I mean horny," she said slowly.

"I know!"

Rachel smiled widely.

Draco blushed looking at her, then he saw her smile. "What are you thinking Rachel?"

"Oh nothing," she grinned.

He shook his head and frowned.

After they had jogged around the quidditch pitch twice Draco turned to her, "You should really go and see him."

"Why? He won't want to see me, remember?" Rachel said.

"What's he got to be mad at you for? You saved his life. He should be grateful! Hell! I'd be groveling at your feet and treating you like Athena!"

"Stop it Draco, you're making me blush," she replied sarcastically.

"Just go talk to him," he tried.

"Fine," she groaned and trotted back towards the school and inside.

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Rachel pushed on the doors to the Hospital Wing. She slowly walked in, looking around at the empty beds, until she spotted his towards the back. Quicken her pace, she walked around to the other side of the bed and sat down in the chair that was provided.

He slept peacefully, his hair lay disheveled on his head, and the rays of the rising sun were shining on his bed.

She reached out to hold his hand, but stopped and withdrew it, folding her hands on her lap and gazing at his beaten form.

The doors opened in the background and Oliver stirred. Smiling at him, Rachel opened her mouth to greet him.

"Oliver!" a female's voice called from down the hall.

Angelina Johnson came running down the Hospital Wing in so fairly expensive muggle clothing. Rachel gave her a once over and didn't seem impressed.

"AJ," Oliver said sitting up in bed.

"Oliver, I'm so happy that you're alright. I've been worried with that report they put out in the Daily Prophet."

Rachel looked back and forth between the two and closed her mouth.

"Well, I'm fine now," he smiled as she took his hand, "now that you're here."

Rachel rolled her eyes, 'That corny line? Nice try Wood,' she thought folding her arms.

"Oliver," she smiled and patted him playfully.

Rachel stare her mouth agape in misbelieve. 'What the?!?!'

"AJ, I'm happy you came to see me, but I have to tell you something," he started.

'Finally,' Rachel thought and stood up.

"I mad a bad mistake by playing for Puddlemere," he said, but Rachel caught him thinking 'And by joining the Order."

She shook her head and listened.

"But my worst mistake was ever leaving you," Oliver said taking both of her hands in his.

'Urgh,' Rachel thought and plopped down loudly in her seat. Sprawling out and resting her one arm on an armrest and holding her chin in her hand on the other, she bounced her leg relentlessly. 'Whatever.'

Angelina stared at him happily, "Oliver,"

"But wait, I need to ask you something."

She searched his chocolate eyes, "Well, go on, what is it?"

"Can you give us another try?" he asked sincerely.

Rachel's ears perked up and that one but she only sighed loudly in frustration and called out in her head, 'Draco get your lying ass to the Hospital Wing before Wood's "lover" leaves,' she commanded angrily.

AJ face dropped slightly, "Oliver I can't. I can't just jump back into a relationship with you after what happened between us. I'm sorry," she said slowly detaching her hands from his and walking away.

Oliver sighed as the door shut behind her.

The window behind Oliver's bed opened and slammed loudly.

"Whoa," Oliver jumped in his bed and looked around, seeing Rachel perching on the chair next to his bed. "Rachel, how long have you been here?"

"Well good morning to you too," she replied sourly. "I was here, oh, about five minutes before Miss Johnson decided to check in on you."

"Oh, well then you've met her? What do you think?" Oliver asked smiling.

Rachel only glared at the now opening door, spotting Draco's form coming in, she mentally shoved him back out and slammed the door.

"Why was joining the Order such a mistake?" Rachel asked angrily.

"You were in my head?!" Oliver asked hotly.

"No, you were projecting it loud enough a telepath in America could've heard you," she growled. "Now why?"

"That's none of your business," Oliver seethed.

"Well it must involve me in some way," she glared, "since you're all bent out of shape."

"I'm not, I was just trying to get back with Angelina. She was the best thing that ever happened to me! And I let her slip away," Oliver said exasperated.

Rachel swallowed and looked at him indifferently, "Next time that you try and get a date, make sure you're manhood is still there," she said slowly. "You could've," she paused thinking, "nevermind," she said and simply stood and left the Hospital Wing.

Oliver's eyes widened quickly and he peered under the covers, then sighed in relief. Then realizing what she said he shouted out, "I could've what?" but she was already gone.

Rachel walked out to see Draco sitting on the floor across from her.

"So how'd it go?" he asked lazily.

Rachel just shook her head and slid to the floor beside him. "I don't understand your side of the species, you say one thing and then do it, but then suddenly change you minds. Fickle," she sighed.

"Sometimes, I don't understand me either. Like one minute I hate someone with a passion, then I have one fucking dream about them and I wake up all, well," Draco said.

"Well what?"

"Wet," he finished.

"Urgh, I shouldn't of asked," she said standing up. "I'm going to get some breakfast, and I have a Potions quiz to study for," she declared walking down the hall.

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Rachel lay calmly on her bed, shifting through her Potions notes. She bit into the apple she grabbed for her breakfast that day and rolled over to grab her book.

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"Surely you wouldn't believe that they would get away with it Dumbledore," Lucius Malfoy sneered as he and Dumbledore spoke off to the side.

Rachel stood with her arms folded in front of Oliver who sat with his legs dangling over the side of the hospital bed.

Dumbledore only nodded his head, "Surely Malfoy, you didn't believe that I wouldn't let them do it," he countered.

"Good day, Dumbledore, Wood, Ms. Rivers," he growled before exiting the room.

FLASH

"Death Eaters!" someone shouted.

"How'd they get in?!" another one asked.

"Who cares?" Harry asked raising his wand.

Everyone else around him did the same.

"On my count. One. Two. Three!"

FLASH


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"Whoa," Rachel said dropping the notes and her apple, she bolted upright and rushed to Dumbledore's office.

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"Dumbledore?!" she called as she entered the Headmaster's office. Searching around, she couldn't see him anywhere. "Dumbledore?" she tried again.

"He isn't here dear," a voice said behind her.

Rachel whirled around to see one of the portraits speaking to her.

"He's in the Hospital Wing visiting Mr. Wood," he said.

"Thanks," she said quickly and rushed out.

"I wonder what she's in a hurry for?" one portrait asked another.

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"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" Rachel called as she sprinted towards the Hospital Wing. Throwing open the doors she ran towards the Headmaster and Quidditch Star.

"Ms. Rivers, what is the matter?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she approached the three.

"I just need to speak with Professor Dumbledore," she panted gasping for air.

Madam Pomfrey took her leave to aid a student who had been burnt during a Potions lesson.

"Dumbledore I-" Rachel heaved.

"Shh, catch your breath child," Dumbledore commanded.

Rachel shook her head; "Lucius is coming.. And—and then D--Death Eaters," she huffed.

"How far did you run Rivers?" Oliver said patting her on the back as she coughed.

"Too far," she said normally. Taking deep breaths she sat on the bed next to Oliver.

Lucius Malfoy broke in the doors of the Hospital Wing and strode down to where Dumbledore sat with the two. Lucius's hair was tied hastily back by a black ribbon and his steel gray eyes shone harshly into Oliver's.

"Dumbledore, Mr. Wood, Rachel," he acknowledge.

Oliver only looked. "Uncle Lucius," Rachel nodded.

Lucius smirked at his niece and produced an envelope. Handing it to her, she put it in her sweatpants pocket.

"What is it, that you want Lucius?" Dumbledore asked.

"A word," he motioned off to the side.

Dumbledore followed him, but the two could still hear their conversation.

"Surely you wouldn't believe that they would get away with it Dumbledore," Lucius Malfoy sneered as he and Dumbledore spoke off to the side.

Rachel stood with her arms folded in front of Oliver who sat with his legs dangling over the side of the hospital bed.

Dumbledore only nodded his head, "Surely Malfoy, you didn't believe that I wouldn't let them do it," he countered.

"Good day, Dumbledore, Wood, Ms. Rivers," he growled before exiting the room.

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Family," she sighed.

Oliver stared at her, quite miffed. "You're related to Malfoy?"

"Which one? Draco is my cousin and Lucius is my uncle. Narcissa was my mom's twin sister, so yes, I am related to Malfoy," Rachel said as if it were common knowledge.

"You never told me that," he growled angrily.

"Well, Mr. Wood, you never seemed to ask or care for that matter. You only seemed to be interested in getting laid after you could've been killed," she scolded.

"How close was I really?" he asked concerned.

Rachel sighed and turned to look him in the eye, "Near death."

Dumbledore approached the couple and opened his mouth to speak when someone burst in the doors. "Professor Dumbledore! Dumbledore sir!" Neville said as he closed in on them. "The school is under attack. It's Death Eaters sir!"

Dumbledore gave Rachel a nodded and turned to Neville, "Where have they entered?"

"Through the dungeons, sir!" Neville pointed to the door and turned back to them.

"Thank you Mr. Longbottom, now please join your classmates, whether in the dungeons defending the school, or in your common room, keeping everyone calm," Dumbledore ordered.

"To the dungeons," Neville said proudly and grabbed his wand from his robes.

"I'll need to get my wand Professor," Rachel declared and began to walk out.

"No, you must stay here. Use the Accio spell," Dumbledore suggested.

Rachel paused, "Accio Wand." A few seconds later her wand flew through the door and into her hand.

"Good, now you must stay here and protect Oliver," Dumbledore commanded and began walking out.

"Why me Professor? Why not you?" she questioned stepping towards the old man.

"Because, if anything were to happen, and they would get in here, you are the only one who would know, and be able to get him out," Dumbledore reasoned, turned on his heel and left the Hospital Wing, closing the door behind him.

"So you don't want to stay here with me?" Oliver asked lying back on his bed.

Rachel sighed and refused to turn and look at him, "No, I'd rather be fighting Death Eaters, and who-ever the hell it is, Valor-wart or whatever," Rachel said hotly.

Oliver shook his head, "Voldemort," he corrected.

"Yeah, him," Rachel said absently.

"How can you know what a Death Eater is and not who Voldemort is?" Oliver asked.

"Easy," Rachel said turning to face him, 'Big mistake,' she thought. "Voldemort isn't a big threat where I'm from. Mostly his goons are the ones you have to worry about. I've been faced with more Death Eaters than I can count," Rachel said.

"How?" Oliver asked in utter shock and surprise.

"For one that's how I got this," Rachel said showing her exposed left forearm.

Oliver hissed as if he felt the pain of it too.

"This," Rachel said showing what looked like an IV went bad scar on the back of her right hand. "And this," she said pointing to a forced scar down her jaw line.

"Ouch, but what about your nose?" Oliver asked pointing to it.

"Oh, third year, quidditch, I do a move where I dive through the hoop and somersault onto my broom, and I dove too low and smacked my nose off of the rim."

"And your shoulder?"

"How'd you know about my shoulder?"

"I've seen you throw lefty, it pops when you do it."

"Oh, well, during this one game in fifth year, against Power, Sadie Parkinson, yes Pansy's cousin, shoved me off my broom while I was jogging a bludger, and I fell into these rocks at the base of the pitch. Well, I tried to dive and roll, but my arm got pinned between two rocks, and then I rolled into the tide, it dislocated."

He smiled at her broadly.

"And this one," Rachel said pulling on her sweatpants revealing a faded scar on her hip. "Got that from a surfing accident. I was paddling out and some jackass came and nailed me with the tip of his board."

"Damn Rivers, what are you? Unbreakable?"

"Far from it," she replied smiling.

Oliver suddenly smirked, "Rachel, are you wearing any underwear?"

Rachel stared at him amazed, "why would you want to know?"

"Cause I want to know my chances," Oliver smirked leaning back on his bed.

"Chances of what?" Rachel asked insidiously.

"The chances of me getting lucky."

Rachel smacked his arm hard and he hopped back laughing.

"What can I say Rivers, You make me bored, baby," he said placing his arms behind his head.

"Oliver Wood, your 'boredness', is going to get your dick one of these days," Rachel scolded.

"Oh, so you want my dick," Oliver grinned all knowing.

"I didn't say that!" she pointed.

"Yeah but you're not denying it!" he laughed.

"Urgh!"

"Show me."

"Show you what?"

"Your knickers," he grinned.

"Wood!" she whined.

"Oh yeah Rivers," moaned.

"Oh, so we're gunna play this game are we?"

"I love games," Oliver said with bright eyes.

"Ooo! Oliver!" she growled and lunged at him on the bed.

He rolled out the way and she landed next to him. "Hey!" she shouted when he rolled. Therefore she wrapped her legs around his waist when he grabbed her arms.

"Are you going to play nice?" he smiled.

"Do I ever?" she replied.

"Only when I'm not around."

"Well then, maybe just this once," she smiled detaching her legs. "Or not," she smirked and rolled on top of him.

"Haven't we been in this position before?"

"Uh-huh."

"And I'm still gunna get you on bottom."

"Not this time Wood," she smiled straddling his midsection.

"Am I interrupting something?" Madam Pomfrey asked from around the curtain.

"Um, no Ma'am, I was just teaching Ms. Rivers some self-defense moves," Oliver said quickly.

"Well, by the looks of it, she has mastered them," Minerva said as she entered with Dumbledore.

"And quite quickly as we can see," Dumbledore smiled as Rachel climbed off of him and he sat up in bed, swinging his legs over the side.

"So what's the damage report?" Rachel asked crossing her arms under her chest and observing the three adults.

"No one was injured, thankfully," said Minerva.

"Good," Madam Pomfrey said and returned to her office.

"What did the Death Eaters want?" Oliver asked.

"More than likely to get you," Rachel said glancing over her shoulder.

"They raided the Potion's lab, and the all of the House Common Rooms," Dumbledore announced.

"There can be no guarantee that they didn't install any surveillance," McGonagall said.

"Voldemort, using surveillance? That'll be the day. No, he'll more than likely get some of his Death Eaters' kids to join, willingly or not, unfortunately," Rachel frowned.

"What can we do about this Albus?" McGonagall asked worried.

"Not much I'm afraid, not much at all."

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"Ah," Rachel sighed plopping down on her bed.

Dear Phoenix,

Hey girl! How's Santa Barbara? Warmer than England I hope.

anyways, the reason I'm writing is to ask a favor. And I know as

you read this, you'll be like, 'oh my gods!' And I hate to do this,

not that owing you is a bad thing; it's just that the favor doesn't

help me in the end. Well enough of my ramblings and shit, and

onto the favor: I need you to ask your cousin, Angelina Johnson,

why she won't date Oliver Wood again. It's for him, not me. And

none of your crazy matchmaking notions again! I don't like him!

anywayz, hope your havin a blast girl! And that Jed Flaraski is

sucking balls! Lol!

Ly!

Rachel Annabelle Wood


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Rachel appeared at the owlery and browsed for her possible owl. Spotting a large brown barn owl, she walked over and tied the letter to it's leg at he pecked at her ear.

Taking him from his stand she walked over to the window, and tried releasing him, but his claws dug into her skin.

"Okay buddy, you can let go now!" she said as she shook her arm and the owl took flight, pecking at her head one last time and soaring out the window.

"Who was that letter to? Jed Flaraski?" BV asked from the doorway.

"Hell no. Phoenix Myers," Rachel said walking towards the exit.

"Where do you think you're going Rivers?" BV asked blocking her way.

"To my commons Reinhart," Rachel said brushing shoulders.

"Stupid American."

"Hey I think I finally know why they call you BV. Bitchy Veela!" Rachel laughed.

"Go back to your surfing school where you belong!" The Austrian shouted down the hall.

"Can't Half-breed, my mind's too warped to survive anywhere else," she quipped striding back towards the Gryffindor commons.

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A/N: And there is Chapter 9! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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