I'm not sure what Daphne was stirring in her bowl this morning, but it smelled heavenly.

"Pleeeease Daph? Just one teensy little mouthful?" I begged, laying my head on her shoulder.

She raised a condescending brow. "No. You ate two plates of eggs and probably thirty strips of bacon. You've had enough."

I pouted. "Daphneeeeeee!"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Ugh, my stomach's gonna eat it's self! Feel it! It's hungry!"

"You're not hungry you just ate."

"I am hungry!"

"You're not."

"Don't tell me what I feel, woman!"

She rolled her eyes. "I know you're not-"

"Don't tell me i'm not hungry! I feel it in my soul!"

She glanced at me, the corners of her lips twitching up. "You're a mess."

"So, can I have some?"

"No." She smirked.

"Ugh!" I let my head fall onto the table

I heard her chuckle.

"You're so greedy!" I whined, taking Marc's unused spoon and helping myself to a spoonful of whatever deliciousness Daphne concocted.

She tried to swat my arm, but I already had the spoon in my mouth before she reacted.

Lightening fast, my friends.

Whatever this was, it was amazing. Vanilla and cinnamon flavors danced on my tongue.

It was a bit of a soupy substance and slid down my throat with ease.

"Mmmm," I moaned, about to reach in for some more, but in the mist of me being distracted she traded seats with Kara, who's breakfast looked like a salad.

Who does that?

"The bloody hell are you eating?" I asked, now eating half of Cassius's piece of strudel

"Asparagus and zucchini with baby spinach." Kara replied, hastily piling in the greens.

My eyebrows scrunched. Breakfast is a time for deliciousness, not that garbage.

"I wish I wasn't so bloody insecure about my body," Kara complained, "Like for fuck's sake I just want to wear shorts without crying!"

"I can't diet." I said, now working on my own chocolate chip muffins I pulled from the basket.

"Why not?" Kara asked, pinching the little bit of fat under her arm.

"Because, last time I tried I kept eating cookies." I said, using my tongue to reach a bit of loose chocolate that fell below my lip.

"And pizza," Miles chimed from beside me. I smiled.

"Then the kitchen table," I pointed at him.

"And the living room." Miles smirked.

"And an Danish family of four."

"WITH a side salad." I high fived Miles. Cheeky little bugger.

"You two are imbeciles." Daphne groaned. I scoffed and so did Miles.

"Well!" I slung my bag over my shoulder, picked up my muffins and held a hand over the table for Miles to take. "I see we're not wanted here! Good day, !"

"Whatev-"

"She said good day!" Miles shouted back, taking my hand and walking with me with our noses pointed in the air.

So, here me and Miles are- having an imaginary shoot out with our fingers in our potions lesson while Snape droans on and on about the importance of phoenix feathers in modern draughts.

"Pew, pew.." I shot him in the chest and he pretended to stagger back in his seat. "Pew, pew, pew.."

I completely had the upper hand, almost shooting Miles in the forehead as I took cover behind my potions book that was so cleverly stood up on it's bottom.. that is until I felt something hit me on the side of my head.

A small crumpled piece of parchment rolled to the side of the solid oak table and almost fell off the edge.

My eyes narrowed. Someone's declaring war.

In that time my eyes were fixed on the ball, I didn't notice that Miles shot me twenty-three times and I indeed, lost.

My ears caught the almost inaudible tune being whistled under somebody's breath.

I turned my face to the sound and who would have guess, it was Oliver Wood.

I sighed. He was leant back on the table behind him, his arms crossed over his chest while oh so casually whistling the tune to the Goblin's fight song.

He almost looks innocent. Almost.

His stupid little act doesn't fool me.

I know it was him because of the way the corner of his lips keep twitching upward.

As if his mouth is about to turn into that cocky smirk of his.

I glared at the side of his face and he chuckled, his lips finally breaking into that bloody smirk.

I reached for the ball of parchment and swiftly chucked it at his head. Just barely missing his eye.

I smirked. I watched him roll his eyes after he unrolled the parchement.

He scribbled something onto the paper and threw it back to me, this time I caught it.

But just as I did, Marcus ripped it from my hands.

He let out an amused chuckled as Oliver's face darkened. "Read this, Jess."

I took the paper from his hands.

~You better tell Diggory to back off. You know I don't share.

I shot Oliver a disgusted look but inside I felt my belly twist in knots.

He's only playing with your head

I tried reasoning with myself. Shaking my head, I crumpled the ball once more and set it to the side.

If there's one thing that will never happen, it's me giving Oliver Wood the opportunity to break me again.

The moment the lesson was over I all but raced to McGongall's room, belting out numerous apologies as I accidentally hit people with my bag and fell over a few second years..twice.

I was outside my second lesson and fell back against the stone wall, inhaling as much air as I could take in.

"You're a quick little bugger."

I jumped at the sound of voice that I tried to escape. He grinned wickedly.

I sighed, then attempted to go around him and into my classroom, but my body was lifted from the ground and over a shoulder.

Fucking Oliver!

"Ah, ah!" He tutted, tapping the back of my thigh twice. "You're not leaving so soon, are you?"

His sickeningly sweet voice made me want to slap him. Hard.

I felt his hands on my hips as he placed me down in the nook just around the corner from my lesson.

"Hi." He smirked. Placing a hand on either side of the walls, trapping me inside.

I gave a bored look at the view under his arm at the portraits watching us with interest.

"Not going to speak?" Oliver crouched down just a bit so he was just above my face.

I rolled my eyes. "Leave me alone."

The way he licked his bottom lip made my chest tighten. "You and I both know that can't happen."

"Well, maybe you should-"

Surprised squeals made both of us snap our heads to the side.

My eyes went wide when I noticed how bad this looked.

And on top of that, they were Hufflepuffs.

And what makes it worse, one of them was Heidi..the girl from Cedric's quidditch team.

Her devious smirk was enough for my mouth to run dry.

Surely she'd tell him. She doesn't even like me.

"No! Heidi! It isn't what it looks like!"

A dark chuckle escaped her lips and she carried on walking around Oliver and I.

I watched helplessly as she retreated, still trapped behind Oliver.

I sighed heavily, placing my head in my hands. "Shit."

"I don't know what you're so worked up for," Kara intertwined her fingers with mine after I told her about my little run in while under Oliver. "Heidi's all talk."

"Yeah?" I gazed up at my friend, chewing my bottom lip. She rolled her eyes.

"Stop this rubbish. You'll be fine." She smiled, leading me into the great hall.

We took our places and I glanced nervously at Cedric, who was annoyingly close to Heidi..

As if he felt my eyes burning into him, he raised a brow, but smiled at me. I smiled back.

Of coarse, Heidi chose that time to look up from her meal and smirked in my direction.

"Oh no.." I whispered, watching as she leaned in closer to Cedric's ear and placing a hand on his forearm.

"Kara.." I said, nervously. She furrowed her eyebrows but followed my gaze to the Hufflepuff table

"I didn't think that little pig would do it!" She muttered to herself.

"Daph, grab as much food as possible. We're eating by the lake."

Daphne just nodded and filled her plate with an assortment since I felt frozen in place.

Kara pulled me up by my arm and led me away before anyone noticed. More importantly before Cedric noticed.

She sat me down on a flat rock and handed me three pieces of a turkey sandwich. I scarfed them down in no time.

"Mind telling me what's going on?" Daphne asked, seated cross legged on the same rock.

"Jessie likes Cedric Diggory, Oliver Wood wants Jess-"

"Ooh," Daphne smirked. "You know, Cesari. What Oliver Wood wants, Oliver Wood gets."

I glared at her. She laughed, taking another bite of her own food. Kara just rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, Jessie likes Diggory, but clearly Wood isn't happy about that considering he's been chasing her down."

"Chasing you down?" Daphne raised a brow. I nodded. "What do you mean?"

"I booked it to McGongall's lesson, which I don't even have with him, and he ran after me! Then he tosses me like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder and traps me in a nook! Then that wretched home wrecking Hufflepuff just had to be there and ruin my chance at ever having my first boyfriend! I know she's told him what she saw! But it wasn't like th-"

"We know!" Daphne said in a 'duh' tone before rolling her eyes.

"Just talk to Diggory. Hufflepuffs are the softies, he'll believe you." Kara smiled, bumping my hips with her own to make room for herself on my rock.

"You sure?" I asked with a mouth full of meat, a small piece falling from my lips.

I stuffed it back in before Daphne replied, "Of course."

"You know, biology is so silly." Miles tapped his chin with his quill. "I already know what I'm made of; candy and disappointment."

I giggled. "Yeah?"

The Muggle Studies lesson fell silent when Ms. Burbage cleared her throat, "We're going to have a quarterly project."

"Girls, I want you to choose a name from this bowl and whoever you pick is your partner."

The professor held a dark blue bowl about waist high but held her hand up so she could finish speaking.

"There are no partner trades, whoever you choose is going to be your husband for the next eight weeks. The first two are going to be you getting to know one another, the third week, I'll be adding in a baby."

She moved to the first desk and held out the bowl for a Gryffindor girl to take, she unfolded the piece of parchment. "Marcus Flint."

You could practically hear the sorrow in her voice. Poor little Gryffindor.

I patted Marc's back. "Aye, get 'em Marc!" He sneered and flipped the bird. "Fuck off."

So far, Marcus, Miles, and Graham had their 'wives', all from Gryffindor. Poor boys..

Professor Burbage held the bowl out for me to take and I pulled out a piece of parchment after swirling my hand in a few times. Unfolding the paper, I cried. "NO! No! I can't! No!"

Burbage raised a brow, taking the paper that I threw on the other side of the desk. "Oliver Wood."

I saw his smug smirk out of the corner of my eye, strolling toward me with his supplies in arm.

He took his place next to me, leaned over and whispered, "I'll have mum send me a ring so we can make this official."

"Let's not." I rolled my eyes, scooting farther away with my chair.

"Let's not." He mimicked.

"Shut up." I hissed.

"Shut up."

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

I huffed as sat quietly for a while until..

Poke.

Poke.

My jaw clenched as he poked me in the cheek with his quill once again.

Poke.

Just ignore him. Ignore him and he'll eventually get tired and go away..

Poke, poke, poke,poke,po-

I ripped his quill out of his hand and tossed it to the other side of the room.

He chuckled. "What's wrong, honey bunny?"

Sharp intakes of breath were heard from the students around us.

"Did I make you upset, sugar lips?"

I sucked my lips in and bit them to prevent giving him any type of verbal satisfaction.

"My lovee?" He sang. I closed my eyes.

The pair of girls infront of us began whispering furiously to the couple before them.

Ignoring all of the morons surrounding me, I dug in my bag and pulled out a box of licorice wands.

"Sugar buns?" Oliver raised a brow as I shoved my second wand all the way in my mouth.

"Pumpkin?" My eyes remained fixed on the back of the box as I pretended to read the ingredients.

"Cupcake?" Swallowing the remainder of the sweets, I folded another one in my hands and popped it in my mouth.

"Are you ignoring me, baby girl?" No, Oliver. What gave you that idea?

"You of all people should know it's not wise to ignore me." Whatever.

"You want to play games, honey bear?" Where the hell are you getting these names?

He sighed. "I guess tough times call for tough measures."

Oliver snatched the box from my hands and tossed it back in my bag, then pulled me roughly into his lap, nuzzling his face in my neck.

"Get off!" I squealed, slapping him the best I could with my restricted limbs.

Where the bloody hell are all the professors when I need them?

"She speaks!" He mocked, laughing lightly against my cheek.

Oliver moved his face back down to my neck and kissed it gently.

I felt my whole body heat up from the touch of his lips and the stupid sound of surprised students once more.

"C-can you let go of me?" I barely managed to get out. I felt his smile on my collar bone.

Is he really doing this in a classroom?

"I could," He replied flatly.

"Well?" I said expectantly, wiggling around on his leg trying to find an opening out.

"Well what, babe?" He pulled his face from my neck and pulled me by my waist back to my original position.

Oliver held onto me tight with one arm and used the other to run up and down my exposed thigh.

A slight shiver ran up my spine as he inched his hand right below the hem of my skirt. "Can you let me go?"

"Of coarse I can." We remained in the same position. I groaned.

"If.." He smirked. "You pay the toll." His finger tapped his lips.

"No." I struggled against his chest, but it was no use. He wouldn't budge.

"Well, looks like we're going to be here for a while then. Huh, beautiful?" I whined.

"There's only one way out," Oliver teased, using his first two fingers to trail up my arm

No. Hands down no. Absolutely not. I refuse.

His hand moved around to the back of my neck and he squeezed gently, making my head tilt back to look him in the eye. Bastard.

My breath hitched. Where are my boys? Nobody's ever around when I need help!

"Okay.." He licked his lips and smirked.

"Okay, what?" My eyebrows knitted together and It took everything I had in me to pull my eyes from his.

"I'll k-"

"What's going on here?" Thank God for Cassius!

"He was harassing me!" I shouted, hopping a fair distance away as he released his vise grip.

"It's none of your concern, Warrington. Run along now." Oliver pushed himself to stand.

"She is my concern. So, YOU run along."

"You're dismissed! Take one of the packets at the door before you leave. I'll expect them on my desk by Monday morning!" Burbage instructed, potentially saving the boys from a bloody mess.

Oliver turned to me, smirking. "See you later, Mrs Wood."

I groaned.

I decided to be disgusting and stay to watch Cedric and his team practice just as I finished my own.

I know what you're thinking- 'you could take their ideas, yadda, yadda' but no. I have my own, thank you.

I'm here strictly for the purpose of fan girling and apologizing on my behalf. That's it. Promise.

Even though it was chilly, the moment Cedric spotted me he tore off his jumper and ran a hand through his hair.

And no, i'm not ashamed to say I was drooling. I was flabbergasted. I was all, 'take the bloody jumper off and finger comb your hair, you piece of beautiful ass'

Honest to god, I couldn't take my eyes off his manly body. The way it flexed when he reached for the snitch he'd chase or how his arms would bulge when he did a push up.

I might have even been hyperventilating internally at a point in time. Don't judge me.

"What are you going to do about Wood?" Daphne asked. Eyes fixed on her nails as she filed them to perfection.

Graham has her whipped. She won't even glance at another man. Not even a teacher. Poor soul.

But, that's another topic for another time. I shrugged. I really had no idea how to get him back for this one. The amount of emotional scarring he's done so far should be illegal. "I don't know.." I whined. "I don't know why he's being such a pain in the tookus."

"Tookus?" Kara giggled. Watching one of the Hufflepuff beaters who was a bit too close with that bat for my liking.

I nodded, peering down at my new black and white trainers.

The sound of a throat clearing made my head shoot up. My eyebrows rose.

"Care to explain why you ran out on me yesterday?" Cedric asked, positioned on the side of his broom, his legs dangling in the air.

The girls raised a brow and smirked.

"I'm sorry, it's just- well I don't know. I felt- ugh- I'm sorry.."

He chuckled. "You gotta make it up to me now."

"How?" The corner of my mouth twitched up

"Hogsmeade. Saturday."

The small smile that was forming instantly dropped.

I sighed, "I can't.."

His face scrunched in confusion. "Why not?"

I scratched the back of my neck. "I, erm, well.."

How does one exactly explain to the guy she likes that she has a 'date' with someone he doesn't like?

"Oh, that's right." He scoffed. "I heard you and Wood had something going on."

My ears perked up, "It isn't like that! I have to-"

He held one hand up, turning his face. "It's fine. Have fun."

My eyebrows knitted together and I let out a defeated sigh, "Are you joking right now?"

"I'm not." He called over his shoulder. "Have fun with your boyfriend!"

I scoffed, then shouted, "He's not my boyfriend!"

I heard his sarcastic, "Ha!" from a distance.

"Somebody's jelly." Kara grinned, watching Cedric zoom back to the bottom of the pitch.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not looking forward to thissss," I sing songed along side Cassius as he walked me to my detention. He chuckled.

"Do you think if I ate a whole package of biscuits, and let all the crumbs just fall onto a plate or something,then used the 'repairo' charm, do you think i'd get a whole other biscuit?" I asked as we climbed up the third set of stairs.

He shook his head and replied, "No."

I raised a brow. He's been giving me the short answers since I left lunch with the girls.

"Cass?" I stopped in place, pulling him back by his forearm. "What's wrong?"

He smirked. "Nothing."

Cassius went to pull out of my grip but I hopped on his back. "Tell me what's wrong or i'll put you to sleep!"

He laughed out loud. "It's nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing." I grumbled.

I didn't have to see his face to know he rolled his eyes.

"Tell meeeee," I whined in his ear.

"Noooooooo," He mocked. I huffed as he bounced me off his back. "We're here."

Then he walked away. "Cassius!" I shouted at his retreating figure.

No answer.

"Cassius Warrington!" I shouted again.

No answer.

He turned the corner to get to the stairs.

"Get your arse back here Cassius Warrington or you'll have thirty extra laps for tomorrow!"

No answer again.

Fine. He wants to play hard ball? Okay. We'll play.

I stomped into McGongall's room and groaned at the sight in front of me.

"Fancy seeing you here, Mrs Wood." Oliver Wood smirked.

I just can't catch a break.

OOOH!

What's up with Cassius?

& Anyone remember Heidi? lol .. She's backkkkk

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