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A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic! No evil git Wormtail! Thanks to our reviewers, you guys rule! Sorry this chapter took so long; we have too much college work! Teachers are as evil as Voldemort! OOPS, sorry, I mean you-know-who.
Two Bludgers to the stomach and one to the head
Chapter 2 – The fascination with Quidditch players
"C'mon, Charlotte, wake up!" She groaned in reply, rolling over and snuggling deeper into her covers. This was rewarded with another quick shake. Charlotte was not a morning person, and was about ready to throw the nearest item at her attacker, or reach for her wand (she knew a really nasty hex that could turn skin green for a week).
"If you don't get up right now, we'll be late for class!" That was enough for Charlotte, she was up in a flash and in the bathroom before you could say 'Quidditch'.
"Whoa, chill out! I'll meet you in the Great Hall, OK?" Charlotte's friend Kelli Harper called through the bathroom door. She heard Charlotte's muffled reply and then left the dormitory.
Quarter of an hour later Charlotte was sat at the Ravenclaw table, a piece of toast in one hand and a book in the other. She was oblivious to the conversations going on around her; she was way too engrossed in the novel she was reading. It was a muggle book, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin, which she had borrowed from one of the girls in her dormitory.
She looked up momentarily as some of the fourth years sat at the table, but she didn't see Mandy among them. Charlotte asked Padma Patil if she had seen her and she said that Mandy's curtains were still closed so they all assume she is still asleep. Charlotte was contemplating whether or not to go and see if Mandy was all right or at least wake her so that she wasn't late for class. Just as she was about to leave Tim Matthews entered, that ditzy blond Slytherin on his arm. Charlotte suddenly felt sick and was silently got up from the Ravenclaw table, willing her legs not to collapse. Just when she thought she had passed them without them noticing, she heard a small chuckle of cruel laughter.
"I remember you telling me once, that she was pretty!" The hissing made her freeze in her tracks. "You were very mistaken!" Turning she saw Nina Avery, her worst enemy and, it would seem, replacement. The fact that Tim had nodded in agreement cut at Charlotte. It was ridiculous to still have feelings for him, after he had treated her so bad, but she couldn't help it.
"Not going to cry are we?" Nina mocked, swishing her blonde hair around her shoulders. She laughed once more, this making Charlotte's blood begin to boil. She had always had a rash temper when pushed too far, fortunately this didn't happen often. Grabbing the nearest goblet, she dumped the contents over Nina's 'perfect' hair. The scream alerted most of the Great Hall, unknown to Charlotte.
"I'm not the one crying." She stated this calmly, even though she was seething. "Anyway," she continued in a low voice so only Nina could hear. "I wouldn't give a cheap whore like you the satisfaction!" Turning on her heel, she left.
Leaving the Great Hall, Charlotte rushed up the stairs and along the corridor to the common room.
"Sugar…quill," she breathed out as she reached the suit of amour. As it stepped aside she ran through the entrance and up the stairs leading to the girls dormitories. She knocked on the fourth year girl's door, there was no answer so she entered. Making her way to Mandy's bed, Charlotte pulled back the curtains to find it empty.
Charlotte quickly took her seat in Arithmacy, just as the bell sounded. Dropping her bag by her chair, she flopped in her seat. Kelli gave her a questioning look, as she turned around from her seat in front, but Charlotte shook her head with a look clearly saying 'I'll tell you later'.
Professor Vector was one of the teachers against house rivalry, so for this class had placed everyone Ravenclaw- Gryffindor. Charlotte smiled at Gryffindor Liz Ryan, who smiled back, as they were given their assignments for the lesson. Liz groaned, then leant forward, poking her friend, who was sat at the table in front with Kelli.
"Hey, Sarah. Heard you've been flirting with, Greg Peterson, the Hufflepuff keeper?" There was a distinctive teasing note in her voice. However, Sarah Green did not seem in the least bit embarrassed.
"And what if I have?"
"Nothing, just can't keep up with you, that's all." Liz smirked. "It was that Ravenclaw beater last week." At this Kelli narrowed her eyes at Sarah.
"Relax!" Sarah replied. "I wasn't hitting on your boyfriend, it was the other one." Kelli seemed to calm down, now she knew her boyfriend was out of any immediate danger. Kelli had been dating Robert Connolly (Ravenclaw beater and younger brother of the Ireland beater) for quite a while now. Unfortunately, many girls didn't seem to mind that he had a girlfriend. Although he had remained faithful, Kelli still felt the need to pull out any girl's hair that so much as looked at him. Instead, however, she settled for a glare that had become legendary.
"Yeah, but it didn't work out," Sarah continued, in an off-handed way. "Therefore, I moved on, no big deal!"
"Please tell me, what is the fascination with Quidditch players." Charlotte asked, as to her knowledge every guy that had been mentioned, since she had entered the classroom, was a Quidditch player. Liz was momentarily distracted from her parchment, where she had been doodling 'Liz Wood' and 'Mrs. Oliver Wood', sometimes with little hearts.
"What's not to like? I mean Oliver-" She wasn't given a chance to finish, before she was cut off.
"Come on, Liz. I'm sure the reason you are dating Oliver Wood is because of his Quidditch talent." Sarah turned around in her seat, and continued in a sarcastic voice. "I mean, of course it has nothing to do with his good looks, sweet nature or to-die-for eyes, has it?" Liz now wore a dreamy smile.
"Don't get me wrong, I love Oliver's personality, but Quidditch does have its advantages. I mean, his body is so great it gives me trembles just thinking about it. Especially when he was all wet."
"Eh, Liz. When have you seen Oliver Wood naked and wet?" Sarah asked, causing Liz to go red, and Charlotte and Kelli to try and hide smirks.
"Well, that's actually how we got together, you see."
"I really don't think we should be hearing this."
"No, it's nothing like that!" Liz insisted. "You see. I kinda walked in on him in the prefects' bathroom in nothing but a towel. His body was all glistening wet and he has an amazing torso."
"This is gonna get R-rated in a minute." The other's laughed. Liz rolled her eyes, before continuing.
"It's not! Truth be told, I mumbled 'sorry' and legged it." This caused Sarah to burst into a fit of giggles.
"Let me get this straight. There is a god, in nothing but a towel, stood in front of you and you make a run for it? You could have at least swiped his towel."
"Yeah, well, it's pretty hard to think straight when you're in that situation! Anyway, he came and found me the next day and apologized, then asked me to Hogsmede to make up for it."
"Make up for it? There's nothing to make up for. Hey, that would just be making one of my fantasies a reality! Oliver Wood in just a towel, blimey that would be great. Only other person who I'd wanna see as much is Roger Davies; he could show me his skills with a broomstick any day!" As Sarah declared this, Kelli burst out laughing, this confusing the others. Finally she managed to gasp out what was so funny.
"Next time you make a statement like that, it might help if you said it a little quieter, especially if the guy you are talking about is in the room, only a few tables away!" For perhaps the first time in her life, Sarah looked slightly flustered. The four girls peered over to where Roger Davies was sat, near the back of the classroom.
Roger had half been listening to the conversations around him, when he heard his name and his ears pricked up. Who was talking about him? Raising his eyes from his parchment, he scanned the room, his eyes coming to rest on four girls. They were huddled closely and he recognized them immediately. Liz Ryan (she was that Gryffindor prefect, the one dating Oliver Wood), then there was Sarah Green (acknowledged as the biggest flirt Gryffindor had ever know, and would chase anything male in a Quidditch robe). The other two he knew better, as they were both Ravenclaw's. Kelli Harper (she was the girlfriend of one of his beaters and perhaps his best friend, Rob Connolly), then there was Charlotte Brocklehurst. He stopped his thoughts right there, but gazed at her a little longer than he had the others.
"-in just a towel, blimey that would be great. Only other person who I'd wanna see as much is Roger Davies; he could show me his skills with a broomstick any day!" It was obvious who had said that, and Roger couldn't help but give an amused smile, catching the eyes of Kelli, who suddenly began to howl with laughter. It was slightly weird, though it was oddly flattering. He didn't know girls thought about him like that, or perhaps it was just Sarah Green, after all he was a Quidditch captain and everyone knew what she was like.
After a few moments, four heads turned in his direction; two looking extremely amused, one looking very red and one with an expression he couldn't read. Their eyes met, but she looked away quickly, leaving them both slightly confused.
As Charlotte turned around, her brow furrowed in confusion. Was Roger Davies looking at her? She quickly dismissed this, but then thought to the flutter in her stomach when she stared into his blue eyes. Telling herself she was just upset from earlier and probably a little hungry, she looked down at her blank parchment. Sighing she started on the assignment, all the time unaware of a pair of eyes watching her.
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A/N: What do you think? Wood and Davies just in towels, good eh? This was specifically added in for biggerstaffluver (the lucky girl who gets to be Oliver's girlfriend in our fic). Big thanks to Kravenclaw who is also featured in this fic (Kelli we couldn't resist giving you a Quidditch player – after all everyone wants one!) Keep reviewing and we will not only figure out ways to torture Wormy (he he he), we'll persuade more Quidditch players into towels. Consider the good you'd be doing!
Disclaimer: We don't own anything! Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, we have just borrowed some stuff. Even if we do wish we owned Roger Davies and Oliver Wood (in a towel!)
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic! No evil git Wormtail! Thanks to our reviewers, you guys rule! Sorry this chapter took so long; we have too much college work! Teachers are as evil as Voldemort! OOPS, sorry, I mean you-know-who.
Two Bludgers to the stomach and one to the head
Chapter 2 – The fascination with Quidditch players
"C'mon, Charlotte, wake up!" She groaned in reply, rolling over and snuggling deeper into her covers. This was rewarded with another quick shake. Charlotte was not a morning person, and was about ready to throw the nearest item at her attacker, or reach for her wand (she knew a really nasty hex that could turn skin green for a week).
"If you don't get up right now, we'll be late for class!" That was enough for Charlotte, she was up in a flash and in the bathroom before you could say 'Quidditch'.
"Whoa, chill out! I'll meet you in the Great Hall, OK?" Charlotte's friend Kelli Harper called through the bathroom door. She heard Charlotte's muffled reply and then left the dormitory.
Quarter of an hour later Charlotte was sat at the Ravenclaw table, a piece of toast in one hand and a book in the other. She was oblivious to the conversations going on around her; she was way too engrossed in the novel she was reading. It was a muggle book, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin, which she had borrowed from one of the girls in her dormitory.
She looked up momentarily as some of the fourth years sat at the table, but she didn't see Mandy among them. Charlotte asked Padma Patil if she had seen her and she said that Mandy's curtains were still closed so they all assume she is still asleep. Charlotte was contemplating whether or not to go and see if Mandy was all right or at least wake her so that she wasn't late for class. Just as she was about to leave Tim Matthews entered, that ditzy blond Slytherin on his arm. Charlotte suddenly felt sick and was silently got up from the Ravenclaw table, willing her legs not to collapse. Just when she thought she had passed them without them noticing, she heard a small chuckle of cruel laughter.
"I remember you telling me once, that she was pretty!" The hissing made her freeze in her tracks. "You were very mistaken!" Turning she saw Nina Avery, her worst enemy and, it would seem, replacement. The fact that Tim had nodded in agreement cut at Charlotte. It was ridiculous to still have feelings for him, after he had treated her so bad, but she couldn't help it.
"Not going to cry are we?" Nina mocked, swishing her blonde hair around her shoulders. She laughed once more, this making Charlotte's blood begin to boil. She had always had a rash temper when pushed too far, fortunately this didn't happen often. Grabbing the nearest goblet, she dumped the contents over Nina's 'perfect' hair. The scream alerted most of the Great Hall, unknown to Charlotte.
"I'm not the one crying." She stated this calmly, even though she was seething. "Anyway," she continued in a low voice so only Nina could hear. "I wouldn't give a cheap whore like you the satisfaction!" Turning on her heel, she left.
Leaving the Great Hall, Charlotte rushed up the stairs and along the corridor to the common room.
"Sugar…quill," she breathed out as she reached the suit of amour. As it stepped aside she ran through the entrance and up the stairs leading to the girls dormitories. She knocked on the fourth year girl's door, there was no answer so she entered. Making her way to Mandy's bed, Charlotte pulled back the curtains to find it empty.
Charlotte quickly took her seat in Arithmacy, just as the bell sounded. Dropping her bag by her chair, she flopped in her seat. Kelli gave her a questioning look, as she turned around from her seat in front, but Charlotte shook her head with a look clearly saying 'I'll tell you later'.
Professor Vector was one of the teachers against house rivalry, so for this class had placed everyone Ravenclaw- Gryffindor. Charlotte smiled at Gryffindor Liz Ryan, who smiled back, as they were given their assignments for the lesson. Liz groaned, then leant forward, poking her friend, who was sat at the table in front with Kelli.
"Hey, Sarah. Heard you've been flirting with, Greg Peterson, the Hufflepuff keeper?" There was a distinctive teasing note in her voice. However, Sarah Green did not seem in the least bit embarrassed.
"And what if I have?"
"Nothing, just can't keep up with you, that's all." Liz smirked. "It was that Ravenclaw beater last week." At this Kelli narrowed her eyes at Sarah.
"Relax!" Sarah replied. "I wasn't hitting on your boyfriend, it was the other one." Kelli seemed to calm down, now she knew her boyfriend was out of any immediate danger. Kelli had been dating Robert Connolly (Ravenclaw beater and younger brother of the Ireland beater) for quite a while now. Unfortunately, many girls didn't seem to mind that he had a girlfriend. Although he had remained faithful, Kelli still felt the need to pull out any girl's hair that so much as looked at him. Instead, however, she settled for a glare that had become legendary.
"Yeah, but it didn't work out," Sarah continued, in an off-handed way. "Therefore, I moved on, no big deal!"
"Please tell me, what is the fascination with Quidditch players." Charlotte asked, as to her knowledge every guy that had been mentioned, since she had entered the classroom, was a Quidditch player. Liz was momentarily distracted from her parchment, where she had been doodling 'Liz Wood' and 'Mrs. Oliver Wood', sometimes with little hearts.
"What's not to like? I mean Oliver-" She wasn't given a chance to finish, before she was cut off.
"Come on, Liz. I'm sure the reason you are dating Oliver Wood is because of his Quidditch talent." Sarah turned around in her seat, and continued in a sarcastic voice. "I mean, of course it has nothing to do with his good looks, sweet nature or to-die-for eyes, has it?" Liz now wore a dreamy smile.
"Don't get me wrong, I love Oliver's personality, but Quidditch does have its advantages. I mean, his body is so great it gives me trembles just thinking about it. Especially when he was all wet."
"Eh, Liz. When have you seen Oliver Wood naked and wet?" Sarah asked, causing Liz to go red, and Charlotte and Kelli to try and hide smirks.
"Well, that's actually how we got together, you see."
"I really don't think we should be hearing this."
"No, it's nothing like that!" Liz insisted. "You see. I kinda walked in on him in the prefects' bathroom in nothing but a towel. His body was all glistening wet and he has an amazing torso."
"This is gonna get R-rated in a minute." The other's laughed. Liz rolled her eyes, before continuing.
"It's not! Truth be told, I mumbled 'sorry' and legged it." This caused Sarah to burst into a fit of giggles.
"Let me get this straight. There is a god, in nothing but a towel, stood in front of you and you make a run for it? You could have at least swiped his towel."
"Yeah, well, it's pretty hard to think straight when you're in that situation! Anyway, he came and found me the next day and apologized, then asked me to Hogsmede to make up for it."
"Make up for it? There's nothing to make up for. Hey, that would just be making one of my fantasies a reality! Oliver Wood in just a towel, blimey that would be great. Only other person who I'd wanna see as much is Roger Davies; he could show me his skills with a broomstick any day!" As Sarah declared this, Kelli burst out laughing, this confusing the others. Finally she managed to gasp out what was so funny.
"Next time you make a statement like that, it might help if you said it a little quieter, especially if the guy you are talking about is in the room, only a few tables away!" For perhaps the first time in her life, Sarah looked slightly flustered. The four girls peered over to where Roger Davies was sat, near the back of the classroom.
Roger had half been listening to the conversations around him, when he heard his name and his ears pricked up. Who was talking about him? Raising his eyes from his parchment, he scanned the room, his eyes coming to rest on four girls. They were huddled closely and he recognized them immediately. Liz Ryan (she was that Gryffindor prefect, the one dating Oliver Wood), then there was Sarah Green (acknowledged as the biggest flirt Gryffindor had ever know, and would chase anything male in a Quidditch robe). The other two he knew better, as they were both Ravenclaw's. Kelli Harper (she was the girlfriend of one of his beaters and perhaps his best friend, Rob Connolly), then there was Charlotte Brocklehurst. He stopped his thoughts right there, but gazed at her a little longer than he had the others.
"-in just a towel, blimey that would be great. Only other person who I'd wanna see as much is Roger Davies; he could show me his skills with a broomstick any day!" It was obvious who had said that, and Roger couldn't help but give an amused smile, catching the eyes of Kelli, who suddenly began to howl with laughter. It was slightly weird, though it was oddly flattering. He didn't know girls thought about him like that, or perhaps it was just Sarah Green, after all he was a Quidditch captain and everyone knew what she was like.
After a few moments, four heads turned in his direction; two looking extremely amused, one looking very red and one with an expression he couldn't read. Their eyes met, but she looked away quickly, leaving them both slightly confused.
As Charlotte turned around, her brow furrowed in confusion. Was Roger Davies looking at her? She quickly dismissed this, but then thought to the flutter in her stomach when she stared into his blue eyes. Telling herself she was just upset from earlier and probably a little hungry, she looked down at her blank parchment. Sighing she started on the assignment, all the time unaware of a pair of eyes watching her.
Fan fic managed!
A/N: What do you think? Wood and Davies just in towels, good eh? This was specifically added in for biggerstaffluver (the lucky girl who gets to be Oliver's girlfriend in our fic). Big thanks to Kravenclaw who is also featured in this fic (Kelli we couldn't resist giving you a Quidditch player – after all everyone wants one!) Keep reviewing and we will not only figure out ways to torture Wormy (he he he), we'll persuade more Quidditch players into towels. Consider the good you'd be doing!