When Harry had left the common room to go back to his dormitory, Oliver sat
in the armchair alone, thinking about what happened earlier that day. He
had no idea why, but he felt absolutely on cloud nine. Although he had been
late for the Quidditch practice he had organised, and he had been whacked
by his teammates with their broomsticks, he still felt extremely happy.
Maybe it was because of the fact that he had knocked into Cho Chang that
morning, and she had fallen right on top of him! He had felt her hands
pressing against his torso as she fell onto him, and he had stared right
into those dark brown eyes. He had felt her long brown hair brushing
against his cheek, and although she got up almost immediately, Oliver had
noticed, once again, how beautiful she was.
Oliver blinked. Inside him, a nagging voice said, "She'll never like you, she likes only Cedric Diggory. Give it up, Oliver Wood. How can one like you dream of winning an angel's heart?"
He shook those thoughts away. Even though she liked someone else, it wouldn't stop Oliver from admiring her from afar. After all, what harm could that do? He enjoys watching the way she walks, the way she smiles, the way she scratches her head in frustration when she can't get any problem solved, or when she was thinking hard. He loved the sound of her laughter. It was like music to his ears. Oliver pondered over these thoughts for a little while longer, before leaving the common room to go to his dormitory.
**
Meanwhile, Harry was also confused. He lay on his bed in the dormitory. Ron was still asleep. What a pig, thought Harry. But this gave him time to sort out his thoughts. Why had Oliver asked him about Cho? Did he notice that Harry liked her very much? Did he find out somehow? He had never told anyone. This confused him.
"Oh well," he said quietly to himself. "So what if he knows? It wouldn't hurt anyone."
Ron stirred. Harry got out of bed quickly.
"Oi! Ron! Get up!" He shouted. There wasn't anyone in the dormitory already, although it was a Saturday. Ron was the only one still asleep. He prodded Ron.
"Mfghm?" muttered Ron.
"Get up, you're the only one still asleep," said Harry, poking Ron in the ribs.
"Ow! Okay okay.I'm up." Ron looked at Harry. "What are YOU doing up so early? Normally I have to pull you awake."
"I had Quidditch practice at 5am this morning, remember?" said Harry.
"Oh yeah. Okay. Let's go for breakfast. I'm starving," grinned Ron.
"Yeah, at this rate you're getting changed, there won't be enough food left," said Harry, smiling.
**
Oliver was already in the Great Hall. He was having his breakfast too. Harry and Ron looked around for Hermione, and when they couldn't find her, Harry suggested sitting with Oliver. The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain was sitting alone, chewing his bread distractedly.
I wonder what's wrong with him, thought Harry. He has been like that all morning, since the time I was applying the medicine for him.
"Hey Oliver!" said Harry cheerfully, as he and Ron took up the two spaces beside Oliver. Oliver jumped, startled.
"Oh Harry. Hi," he smiled, and continued to eat his breakfast.
"What's up, Wood?" said Ron conversationally.
"Oh nothing much, Ron. I was late for practice," said Oliver.
"What? The obsessed Quidditch captain late for practice? That's one piece of big news!" Ron grinned.
Oliver smiled in the same distracted way he had smiled at Harry earlier that morning.
Initially, Harry didn't notice anything. But when he followed Oliver's dreamy gaze, he realised that Oliver was staring right at the Ravenclaw table. And from the angle he was looking (Harry didn't take Arithmetic but he still knew how to estimate), he was staring at. . . Cho Chang. Oliver Wood, in love with Cho Chang? That was really strange. But judging from the questions that he asked Harry that morning, and the way he was looking at her, it certainly seems true.
Harry nudged Ron, and pointed in Oliver's direction. Ron looked, and grinned. He understood what Harry was thinking.
"Well Oliver, we'd better be going now. See you tomorrow at Quidditch practice. Don't be late again," chuckled Harry. Oliver nodded.
Harry and Ron left the Great Hall.
Oliver blinked. Inside him, a nagging voice said, "She'll never like you, she likes only Cedric Diggory. Give it up, Oliver Wood. How can one like you dream of winning an angel's heart?"
He shook those thoughts away. Even though she liked someone else, it wouldn't stop Oliver from admiring her from afar. After all, what harm could that do? He enjoys watching the way she walks, the way she smiles, the way she scratches her head in frustration when she can't get any problem solved, or when she was thinking hard. He loved the sound of her laughter. It was like music to his ears. Oliver pondered over these thoughts for a little while longer, before leaving the common room to go to his dormitory.
**
Meanwhile, Harry was also confused. He lay on his bed in the dormitory. Ron was still asleep. What a pig, thought Harry. But this gave him time to sort out his thoughts. Why had Oliver asked him about Cho? Did he notice that Harry liked her very much? Did he find out somehow? He had never told anyone. This confused him.
"Oh well," he said quietly to himself. "So what if he knows? It wouldn't hurt anyone."
Ron stirred. Harry got out of bed quickly.
"Oi! Ron! Get up!" He shouted. There wasn't anyone in the dormitory already, although it was a Saturday. Ron was the only one still asleep. He prodded Ron.
"Mfghm?" muttered Ron.
"Get up, you're the only one still asleep," said Harry, poking Ron in the ribs.
"Ow! Okay okay.I'm up." Ron looked at Harry. "What are YOU doing up so early? Normally I have to pull you awake."
"I had Quidditch practice at 5am this morning, remember?" said Harry.
"Oh yeah. Okay. Let's go for breakfast. I'm starving," grinned Ron.
"Yeah, at this rate you're getting changed, there won't be enough food left," said Harry, smiling.
**
Oliver was already in the Great Hall. He was having his breakfast too. Harry and Ron looked around for Hermione, and when they couldn't find her, Harry suggested sitting with Oliver. The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain was sitting alone, chewing his bread distractedly.
I wonder what's wrong with him, thought Harry. He has been like that all morning, since the time I was applying the medicine for him.
"Hey Oliver!" said Harry cheerfully, as he and Ron took up the two spaces beside Oliver. Oliver jumped, startled.
"Oh Harry. Hi," he smiled, and continued to eat his breakfast.
"What's up, Wood?" said Ron conversationally.
"Oh nothing much, Ron. I was late for practice," said Oliver.
"What? The obsessed Quidditch captain late for practice? That's one piece of big news!" Ron grinned.
Oliver smiled in the same distracted way he had smiled at Harry earlier that morning.
Initially, Harry didn't notice anything. But when he followed Oliver's dreamy gaze, he realised that Oliver was staring right at the Ravenclaw table. And from the angle he was looking (Harry didn't take Arithmetic but he still knew how to estimate), he was staring at. . . Cho Chang. Oliver Wood, in love with Cho Chang? That was really strange. But judging from the questions that he asked Harry that morning, and the way he was looking at her, it certainly seems true.
Harry nudged Ron, and pointed in Oliver's direction. Ron looked, and grinned. He understood what Harry was thinking.
"Well Oliver, we'd better be going now. See you tomorrow at Quidditch practice. Don't be late again," chuckled Harry. Oliver nodded.
Harry and Ron left the Great Hall.
