Disclamier: I do not own any of the characters in this story except for Isabella Marie Swaton and Michael Laranzco. All of the other characters belong to the author J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 10: (The rise of the Quidditch Maniac)
I went through the rest of the week all happy and giddy. All due to that one kiss from the mystery guy. By now it was near the end of October which meant…the rise of the Quidditch Maniac a.k.a Oliver Wood.
You could see all of the people on his team hiding behind the first thing they saw when ever he was 20 feet near them. I got stuck with him.
My luck.
I had to go through the whole day listening to drown on and on about his new Quidditch tactics. Even though I like Quidditch almost as much as he does, I've never joined the team. Every year we would go through the same thing, him begging me to join, and me refusing.
But so far, that hasn't happened yet. This is a little odd since Alicia graduated last year and now there is an open spot on the team. So far on his part, he hasn't tried to fill it in yet, which is kind of weird because he went crazy his fifth year trying to find a seeker, he probably made the whole Gryffindor house try out for that position.
Right now I'm walking next to Oliver Wood, 'listening' to him talking. I haven't heard a word he said in the last five minutes.
"…So what do you say Bella?" Oliver asked.
"Huh, oh ok." I answered absent mindedly.
"That's great! So now I have my self a chaser." Oliver said.
"Wait." I stopped walking, "What did I just agree to?"
"So you weren't listening?" Oliver asked.
"If I was listening would I have asked you about what I agreed to?" I retorted.
"No…you agreed to being the new chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team." He pronounced proudly.
"Am I allowed to take it back?" I asked shyly.
"Well, if you can fin someone that plays as well as you do, then sure." He paused and looked me right in the eye, "but let me tell you this, I haven't seen anyone that plays as well as you do." He whispered in a low voice and he continued walking, "Aren't you coming to class?"
I reluctantly followed him. What is he talking about, find someone that plays as well as you do, I'm not that good.
Classes just finished, and I was heading over to the Great Hall for dinner from the lavatory when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder.
I turned around sharply and saw that it was Oliver.
"So how is your search going?" He asked smirking.
"Oliver, its only the end of the day. I don't plan to start my search until tomorrow." I answered him.
"Well good luck with that, because you only have till the end of Friday to find someone suitable to that position, or its all yours." He said dangerously.
"Its bloody Wednesday! You are giving me TWO days to find someone for that spot!" I yelled causing for us to get some attention.
"Yup, first practice is that evening at 7:00pm, you need to bring them with you to practice that day, and when I say seven, I mean seven sharp." He said pointedly, "now lets go get some food, I'm starving."
THURSDAY MORNING
I got up early(5:30) and walked to the pitch. Usually I would be with Oliver right now, getting ready for some one on one practice. But I told him that I wasn't going to that anymore because I need to find a chaser.
It was slightly foggy outside, enough to see through and thick enough to make you trip. I made it to the pitch without falling and I saw a figure flying around. Assuming it was Oliver I was about to turn back around and go back inside because I was in no mood to face him.
But them I realized something about the person flying. It was that they were scoring goals, not blocking bewitched quaffles.
I waslked over to the stands and took a seat there trying to see their face, but so far the fog hasn't cleared up so I could see them. I could distinguish that the person was a male that they were very very good. It only made me hope that they were in Gryffindor.
I grabbed my broom and I was about to fly onto the pitch when who ever it was started to come towards where I was sitting in the stands. They landed and walked over to me. As he kept coming closer and closer I could swear that I've seen him somewhere, he looked really familiar.
"Can I help you Bella?" he asked.
"Um, I'm sorry but how do you know my name?" I asked him curiously.
"Don't you recognize me?" he asked and he answered the question himself, "It's me, Michael Laranzco. A fellow 7th year Gryffindor."
Then it hit me, "You look really different." I pointed out.
"Well, I got my eye sight fixed so I don't have glasses anymore, I got my braces off last month, let me tell you something, that is one problem to having muggle parents. Instead of using magic to fix my teeth, I had to go through that pain and many other things to get my teeth straightened out." He said flashing me a brilliant smile.
"I had braces as well,I got them off over the summer as well." I said. Now it was my turn to flash him a flawless smile, "Sorry that I didn't recognize you. It's a little early in the morning and you look different." I told him.
He gave me a worried look, "Not it a bad way. You look nice." I assured him.
"Thanks." He said grinning.
Down to business.
"I saw you playing out there. You are bloody brilliant." I exclaimed, "How come you've never tried out for the house team?" I questioned him.
"Well, the thought of facing large crowds scares me a little." He replied.
"Have you ever played Quidditch in a large crowd before?" I asked him.
"Well…not exactly. But…" I cut him off.
"If you've never in front of a large crowd before, you would never know how that feels." I told him.
"I guess your right." He gave in.
"Come on, let's go see what you've got." I told him while jumping onto my broom and flying out onto the pitch.
This guy is AMAZING! If he doesn't play professionally I will be surprised.
I explained to him about what's going on between me and Oliver and he told me that he would gladly come with me to practice and 'tryout' for the team.
I was sitting in the common room waiting for everyone to get downstairs so they we could go down to breakfast.
"So how is the hunt going." I head a Scottish accent say behind me.
"Fabulous." I told him turning around in my chair to face him on the couch.
There was a surprised look on his face, "Really now, and who might it be?"
"Do you really think I'm going to tell you?" I asked him getting up from my chair and walking and over to the portrait hole.
"Yes." He answered sharply; he was walking next to me with a eager look on his face.
"Can I help you?" I asked smartly because I knew that it annoyed him a lot.
"Actually you can." I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, which led to my back getting contact with the wall in an empty corridor, and Oliver Wood's face dangerously close to mine. "Could you please tell me who this great Quidditch player might be who could be better than you." He said, his hot breath grazing against my lips.
It sent a shiver through my backbone and I felt like I was going to loss consciousness. "I could, but you can wait till tomorrow." I'm surprised I was able to say that loud enough.
"I have other ways to getting it out of you, you know?" He said smirking.
"Try me." I breathed.
All of the sudden I felt his lips crash down onto mine. I couldn't help it, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to him. I could tell that he wasn't expecting that type of reacting because he was about to back away from me at that moment. But my reaction must have encouraged him because he slid his arms around my waist and pulled my body closer to him.
I pulled away to breath.
"Tell…"kiss "me…" kiss "now" kiss. The last one lasted for who knows how long but by the time we pulled back I was dizzy and my lips were tingling.
"Wait," I looked into his dazed eyes, "you were the one that kissed me that one night, weren't you?" I accused him.
"Yes, it was me. I couldn't help my self, like now." He paused, "you just looked so tempting." He admitted.
"Um, thanks?" I said,
"But there is one other thing I need to confess to you." Oliver said looking deeply into my eyes
"What might that be?" I asked curiously.
"I want us to be more…more than we are now, more than friends." He said, "Isabella, will you be my girlfriend as well as my best friend?"
I was shocked, but because of the blush creeping onto my face and the sudden happiness I was feeling I was about to scream in joy. "Yes." I whispered into his ear making him smile larger than anything, "But, I have a condition."
"What might that condition be?" He questioned.
"I want to keep our relationship a secret. The whole school doesn't need to about something going on between us. They'll find out when they do."
"Not even our friends?" Oliver pouted.
"Sorry, not even our friends." I smiled at his silliness, "let's go before someone sees us." I told him while releasing my grip around his neck to fix my hair and messed up clothes.
I straightened my self out and I looked over at Oliver and saw how messed up he looked. I couldn't help it, I cracked up in fits of giggles.
His hair was sticking up in every direction, his cloak was half of , and his white button up shirt was now all wrinkled and it was coming out of his pants. I walked over to him and fixed it while attempting to control my laughter.
"Alright lets go to breakfast." Oliver said grabbing my hand and leading me towards the Great Hall. We walked to the Great Hall together and just when we were about to enter I saw that we were still holding hands, and I stopped walking.
"Why did you stop?" He asked, instead of answering him I just pulled my hand out of his and walked past him into the Great Hall, it took him a couple of seconds but he caught up with me and smiled at me.
"Remember, we are still in the competition, in everyone one else's view I'm still mad at you." I whispered barley moving my mouth.
"Yeah." That was all he said before he walked away from me to sit next to George. I walked a little further away and I sat next to Angelina.
Author's note:
The next one will be out by the end of this week. I PROMISE!