Hey guys, so sorry for my inactivity. I'm doing marching band which is time consuming. And exhausting. Enough of my excuses. Here's a little oneshot. Angsty, I suppose. Please R&R, constructive criticism is welcome as always.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.


She was out of my league. She was beautiful. Clever. Sarcastic. Talented. Merlin, it hurt just to look at her sometimes. Mostly when I saw her with him.

Roger Davies.

When did this happen? I didn't know. One day she was laughing with her friends over breakfast and the next Davies was under her skin like an urchin. A dopey, gooey, stupid, vacant - okay I was pretty bitter about it. I trudged out of the locker room, half an hour early to quidditch practice so I could get my thoughts in control.

"Oliver!" Katie waved at me as she sauntered down from the castle. Damn.

"Hey Kates," I gave her a wave, my heart pressing uncomfortably under my ribs as though it was hoping to slip away.

"Isn't it a lovely day?" She said once she was close, beaming up at the sky. It was a cloudy morning, but her grin lit up the world. I swallowed thickly, nodding.

Katie was already in her practice gear, her cloak flapping in the wind like a bird. A very cute bird.

"How's Davies?"

Her smile faded, a guarded expression sliding over her eyes, "He's good. We're good."

I opened my mouth to let some false congratulations tumble out, but she cut me off.

"Merlin, Oliver, just give us a chance before you chase him away, that's all I ask." That look she gave me. My mood darkened.

I clenched my jaw in irritation. Of course she thought I was going to jump down her throat about it. A morning's worth of frustration rose to the surface, bubbling and churning angrily.

All of the false congratulations evaporated.

"Before I chase him away?" I growled, "What about Davies? Honestly, I didn't think you were the type that went for blokes like that."

"Blokes like what?" She seethed.

Ah, bollocks.

"You know, the arrogant ones," I shrugged, trying desperately to disappear from under the fire of her gaze.

"Arrogant?" She scoffed, "The only arrogant bloke I see here is you. Not Roger. Get over yourself, Captain, you can't control my life like you control the team. Just because he's the Ravenclaw captain doesn't make him any less of a person. I should've known you would be a prat about it."

Her words stung. I let my eyebrows furrow, staring down into her visage.

There was a sheen of hurt in her eyes. That I caused. I hated myself. Oliver you fucking arse.

Her face was tinged red. I was ashamed. With a final look of disgust, Katie turned and marched back to the castle.

I watched her retreating figure until the flapping red wings returned to the castle. Then I let my fist fly, punching the side of the locker room. My hand stung, splinters digging into my skin. Bruises would show tomorrow. But I didn't care.

Roger Davies. I hated him. I hated myself more.

She was out of my league. It hurt.


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