So sorry that it took so long to update but I went on a two week vacation. Now, wait, before you called my a lucky bitch and start getting all hot and bothered.. (lol I know you are!) it was terrible! Two family vacations in a row was enough to make me wanna take a "short drop and a sudden stop" (PotC) off our first floor balcony at the condo we stayed at! Anyways, I got a lot of writing done, so here is Chapter 10 of A Crazy Little Thing Called Quidditch..
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I think I'm breaking out,
I'm gonna leave you now.
There's nothing for me here, it's all the same.
And even though I know,
That everything might go,
Go downhill from here, I'm not afraid.
Way away, away from here I'll be.
Way away, away so you can see.
How it feels to be alone and not believe, (Feels to be alone and not believe).
Feels to be alone and not believe anything.
Way Away – Yellowcard
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"Wait, let me get this straight, so Oliver asked Angelina out in front of you again?" Hermione asked in the Gryffindor commons.
"No, he asked her out again in front of me," Rachel corrected.
"Ah, so much of a difference," Sarah smirked.
"And she declined," Hermione clarified.
Rachel nodded her head.
"Why is she telling us this anyway?" Ron asked Sarah who shrugged.
"Because I care and I don't know why!" Rachel exclaimed.
The portrait hole opened and they all silenced themselves.
"Sh, it could be Harry," Hermione warned.
"No," Rachel said straightening out her sweatpants and SBA tee shirt with a futile attempt to calm her fly-away's. "Its Fred and Oliver," she smirked.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked over at Ron, who sat on one of the couches, with his left arm around Sarah, and the other on the back of the couch. He had an eyebrow cocked at Rachel.
Fred and Oliver walked in talking about some new Quidditch plays involving Rachel. "Hullo Rachel," Fred greeted cheerily. "Oliver and I were just talkin' about you!"
"I know," Rachel said wiggling her finger in her ear. "So it was all good stuff I hope?"
"Only if you've been a good girl," Oliver smiled at her.
Rachel ignored his comment, didn't blush and gave her full attention to Fred.
"We were thinking of some new Quidditch plays for you," Fred explained.
"Oh, great. So, do you wanna show me those plays out on the pitch, and maybe go for a butterbeer after?" Rachel smiled shyly.
"Slytherin has the pitch until 8:00," Oliver provided.
"Damn, that's two hour from now," Rachel complained looking at her wristwatch.
"Well, maybe another night then," Oliver said patting Fred on the back.
"Or you could show me some of those moves in the secluded corner of Three Broomsticks?" Rachel asked slyly.
Fred beamed, "Would you like me to accompany you Ms. Rivers?"
'But, but, quick Rachel decline. Please!' Oliver thought desperately, knowing that she heard his thoughts. More that likely because she sneered quickly and then wiped it off.
"I'd love you to," Rachel said slowly.
"Alright," Fred smiled opening his arm for her.
She glided over to him and he draped his arm around her shoulder.
"But no students are allowed out of the castle because of the raids!" Oliver pleaded.
"Shh, don't tell anyone," Fred winked looking back, as Rachel laughed while they rounded the corner and headed towards the short cut to Honeydukes.
Oliver gave an uncertain look at the ground and sat himself down on the chair that Rachel had previously been occupying.
Ron, Hermione and Sarah all looked at each other questioningly. Hermione opened her mouth to speak.
"I don't get it. Why would she practically throw herself at Fred Weasley's feet, no offense Ron."
"None taken mate," Ron shook his head.
"Urgh! She's confusing the bloody hell out of me!" Oliver exploded.
"Confusing the bloody hell out of you?" Hermione asked skeptically while Sarah sat shocked over her choice of words.
"She's makin' me brain feel like scrambled eggs!" Ron exclaimed.
"Eggs?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah! Scrambled!" Ron said with some hand motions towards his head.
Hermione shook her head. "Well Oliver, have you even thought about revenge?"
"Yeah, against the Slytherin teams, Death Eaters, etc."
"Yeah well, imagine how Rachel feels. She saves you from almost certain death, visits you in the Hospital Wing only to have you ask out you ex-girlfriend in her presence," Hermione exclaimed.
"But who cares about that!" Oliver said leaning back and bringing his hands up to bury his face.
"Rachel does, and she doesn't know why. But we're guessing she figured, the prefect revenge was to give you some of your own medicine," Sarah suggested.
"So what are you saying?"
"Why do you care Oliver?" Ron asked. "So what if Rachel and my brother went for a drink?"
"Or that I dated Harry for all of what? Three weeks? Three weeks, you did nothing but ignore and avoid me not to mention death glare Harry every chance you got! If anyone one here needs to answer that question its you Oliver," Rachel said sternly with her arms folded, standing in the common room portrait hole.
"Why aren't you with Fred?" he asked glaring slightly.
Rachel glared back, "Rain check. George came up with some brilliant idea and desperately needed Fred's help to do so," she explained.
"Are you jealous that I asked Angelina out again? You said that you would help set us up!" Oliver exclaimed.
"That was before I knew you were getting some extra ass on the side, doin' the wild thang with Ms. 'I'ma-Slut' Bell!" Rachel shouted.
"And you care about that too, don't you?" Oliver said slowly smirking as he came to realization.
"What I care about is none of your concern Wood," Rachel said stiffly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to accomplish something with Hermione's help," she said and walked over, grabbing her friend's wrist and leading her towards the girls' dorms.
"What are you doing Rachel?" Hermione asked apprehensively.
"I need your picture, for a friend," Rachel explained. "I'm sending some pictures home."
"Okay, I guess," Hermione said standing awkwardly as Rachel pulled out her Polaroid camera. "How should I stand?" Hermione said smoothing out her clothes and hair.
"Just smile," Rachel commanded and held the camera up, quickly snapping the button and grabbing the picture disposed from the end. "Great!" Rachel smiled and set the camera on her bed.
"Hope the photo turns out alright for you!" Hermione shouted after Rachel as she bound down the stairs and out of the portrait hole.
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A/N: short I know, but it was somewhat of a filler, THANK YOUS to all those of you who reviewed! I really appreciate it, but now I'm gunna go ice my shoulder down...
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I think I'm breaking out,
I'm gonna leave you now.
There's nothing for me here, it's all the same.
And even though I know,
That everything might go,
Go downhill from here, I'm not afraid.
Way away, away from here I'll be.
Way away, away so you can see.
How it feels to be alone and not believe, (Feels to be alone and not believe).
Feels to be alone and not believe anything.
Way Away – Yellowcard
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"Wait, let me get this straight, so Oliver asked Angelina out in front of you again?" Hermione asked in the Gryffindor commons.
"No, he asked her out again in front of me," Rachel corrected.
"Ah, so much of a difference," Sarah smirked.
"And she declined," Hermione clarified.
Rachel nodded her head.
"Why is she telling us this anyway?" Ron asked Sarah who shrugged.
"Because I care and I don't know why!" Rachel exclaimed.
The portrait hole opened and they all silenced themselves.
"Sh, it could be Harry," Hermione warned.
"No," Rachel said straightening out her sweatpants and SBA tee shirt with a futile attempt to calm her fly-away's. "Its Fred and Oliver," she smirked.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked over at Ron, who sat on one of the couches, with his left arm around Sarah, and the other on the back of the couch. He had an eyebrow cocked at Rachel.
Fred and Oliver walked in talking about some new Quidditch plays involving Rachel. "Hullo Rachel," Fred greeted cheerily. "Oliver and I were just talkin' about you!"
"I know," Rachel said wiggling her finger in her ear. "So it was all good stuff I hope?"
"Only if you've been a good girl," Oliver smiled at her.
Rachel ignored his comment, didn't blush and gave her full attention to Fred.
"We were thinking of some new Quidditch plays for you," Fred explained.
"Oh, great. So, do you wanna show me those plays out on the pitch, and maybe go for a butterbeer after?" Rachel smiled shyly.
"Slytherin has the pitch until 8:00," Oliver provided.
"Damn, that's two hour from now," Rachel complained looking at her wristwatch.
"Well, maybe another night then," Oliver said patting Fred on the back.
"Or you could show me some of those moves in the secluded corner of Three Broomsticks?" Rachel asked slyly.
Fred beamed, "Would you like me to accompany you Ms. Rivers?"
'But, but, quick Rachel decline. Please!' Oliver thought desperately, knowing that she heard his thoughts. More that likely because she sneered quickly and then wiped it off.
"I'd love you to," Rachel said slowly.
"Alright," Fred smiled opening his arm for her.
She glided over to him and he draped his arm around her shoulder.
"But no students are allowed out of the castle because of the raids!" Oliver pleaded.
"Shh, don't tell anyone," Fred winked looking back, as Rachel laughed while they rounded the corner and headed towards the short cut to Honeydukes.
Oliver gave an uncertain look at the ground and sat himself down on the chair that Rachel had previously been occupying.
Ron, Hermione and Sarah all looked at each other questioningly. Hermione opened her mouth to speak.
"I don't get it. Why would she practically throw herself at Fred Weasley's feet, no offense Ron."
"None taken mate," Ron shook his head.
"Urgh! She's confusing the bloody hell out of me!" Oliver exploded.
"Confusing the bloody hell out of you?" Hermione asked skeptically while Sarah sat shocked over her choice of words.
"She's makin' me brain feel like scrambled eggs!" Ron exclaimed.
"Eggs?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah! Scrambled!" Ron said with some hand motions towards his head.
Hermione shook her head. "Well Oliver, have you even thought about revenge?"
"Yeah, against the Slytherin teams, Death Eaters, etc."
"Yeah well, imagine how Rachel feels. She saves you from almost certain death, visits you in the Hospital Wing only to have you ask out you ex-girlfriend in her presence," Hermione exclaimed.
"But who cares about that!" Oliver said leaning back and bringing his hands up to bury his face.
"Rachel does, and she doesn't know why. But we're guessing she figured, the prefect revenge was to give you some of your own medicine," Sarah suggested.
"So what are you saying?"
"Why do you care Oliver?" Ron asked. "So what if Rachel and my brother went for a drink?"
"Or that I dated Harry for all of what? Three weeks? Three weeks, you did nothing but ignore and avoid me not to mention death glare Harry every chance you got! If anyone one here needs to answer that question its you Oliver," Rachel said sternly with her arms folded, standing in the common room portrait hole.
"Why aren't you with Fred?" he asked glaring slightly.
Rachel glared back, "Rain check. George came up with some brilliant idea and desperately needed Fred's help to do so," she explained.
"Are you jealous that I asked Angelina out again? You said that you would help set us up!" Oliver exclaimed.
"That was before I knew you were getting some extra ass on the side, doin' the wild thang with Ms. 'I'ma-Slut' Bell!" Rachel shouted.
"And you care about that too, don't you?" Oliver said slowly smirking as he came to realization.
"What I care about is none of your concern Wood," Rachel said stiffly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to accomplish something with Hermione's help," she said and walked over, grabbing her friend's wrist and leading her towards the girls' dorms.
"What are you doing Rachel?" Hermione asked apprehensively.
"I need your picture, for a friend," Rachel explained. "I'm sending some pictures home."
"Okay, I guess," Hermione said standing awkwardly as Rachel pulled out her Polaroid camera. "How should I stand?" Hermione said smoothing out her clothes and hair.
"Just smile," Rachel commanded and held the camera up, quickly snapping the button and grabbing the picture disposed from the end. "Great!" Rachel smiled and set the camera on her bed.
"Hope the photo turns out alright for you!" Hermione shouted after Rachel as she bound down the stairs and out of the portrait hole.
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A/N: short I know, but it was somewhat of a filler, THANK YOUS to all those of you who reviewed! I really appreciate it, but now I'm gunna go ice my shoulder down...