Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot! It's not very good but it's my
first HP fic so please be kind and review!
"Haarrrry!" moaned Hermoine "You and Ron shouldn't be doing that, it's cheating!"
"Where not cheating!" replied Ron angrily "Honestly you'd think she was a teacher"
Harry didn't reply his head buried in a Quiditch book that Wood had leant him. There was a big match against Slytherin and Harry didn't want to loose to Malfoy. He and Draco had been enemies since they met there first day of Hogworts (or getting fitted for there robes depends as is said in the book) and after his father payed for him to get into the Quiditch team Harry was determined to prove to everyone why he wasn't actually chosen.
"I am in soooo much trouble," said Hermoine dropping a piece of parchment she had been writing on.
"Why?" asked Ron
"I haven't done the potions assignment!" confessed Hermoine. Ron and Harry's jaws nearly hit the ground. Not only was it shocking that Hermoine hadn't done her assignment but they didn't even know they had an assignment.
"You should've seen your faces!" laughed Hermoine.
"That was NOT funny Hermoine!" said Ron slamming his fist on the desk in the library. Harry didn't say anything. He was becoming used to Hermoine's evil tricks that she had begun playing about a month ago. He just didn't know why. He figured best not to ask and just acted as though it was normal.
"Hey Potter!" called a familiar voice, which made Harry turn around.
"Oh hi Wood! I'm not quite finished with your book!" replied Harry.
"That's not why I'm here," said Wood sitting down next to Harry "I have to ask you something,"
Harry noticed the paranoid look on Wood's face as he looked around frantically.
"Is everything alright Oliver?" ask Harry.
"Well it's like this Harry, I was going to get dressed in the dormitory and discovered someone had stolen my boxers, so I had to pull my pants on like this and go looking for whoever stole them." Said Wood
"So you're not wearing anything under your pants?" asked Harry
"Nope!" replied Wood. Harry Jumped off his seat and held the Quiditch book between him and Oliver.
"Sit down Harry," hissed Oliver "You're drawing attention to yourself, no to mention me!"
"Sorry but your going camando!" replied Harry a look of disgust on his face.
"It's not contagious and anyway even if it was it's a bit late for you to catch it isn't it!" replied Wood, Harry nodded.
"Well?" asked Wood
"Well what?"
"Do you know who stole them?"
"No! I can't say I ask everyone I see if they've stolen Oliver Woods boxer shorts, should I do that in future?" asked Harry sarcastically.
"Well, if you see them, give me a yell!" replied Wood.
"What was that all about?" asked Hermoine
"Quiditch business," replied Harry who continued reading the book.
Before Harry could say Snape's butt is big and ugly, the day of the match had rolled around and Harry was more nervous than he'd ever been in his life. Even more nervous than when he battled Voldermort. In fact if you compiled all his nerves from their 3 encounters that would not come close to the nerves that Harry was experiencing at this very moment. Though the first time he face Voldermort he was to busy perving on his mum (he could see up her skirt) the second time he was attached to the back of his defence against the dark arts teachers head and the third time… Well Harry couldn't really remember the third time, but that wasn't relevant. What was important was that they HAD to beat Slytherin. Harry headed to the Gryffindor change rooms expecting a big motivational speech from Wood, the captain of there team but instead he found him sitting in the corner with Angelina, Alicia and Katie were huddled around him. Harry wondered if Wood had gotten his boxers back. Though if he hadn't that would explain why the girls were crowding him, he'd heard many tales of Wood and his… Wizard- hood.
"Oh hi Harry," said Fred… No George… No Fred… Ah it was one of them.
"Hi!" replied Harry before changing into his Quiditch robe.
"Ready for the big game?" asked Wood after escaping the girls.
"Yeah!" replied Harry half-heartedly
"What's the matter Potter?" asked Wood
"Nothing, just nervous!" replied Harry.
"Well you'll be happy too know I have retrieved my missing boxers," replied Wood.
"Where were they?" asked Harry. Wood didn't say anything but looked over to the three girls who were giggling and waving at Wood like giddy teenage girls who had never seen a cute guy before.
"Well, good luck!" said Wood walking over to the entrance to the field. The Weasley twins, Angelina, Katie, Alicia and Harry soon joined him. Then the gates opened and they flew out onto the pitch. Harry circled over head looking at the crowd, which had become somewhat of a ritual that he did before games. Then the Slytherin team flew out and he saw Draco Malfoy waving to someone in the crowd but he couldn't quite make out who it was.
The game began and Angelina was first to grab the quaffle and flew down to the goal. She narrowly missed a bludger that Fred (or George) had accidentally fired in her direction. She then threw the quaffle into the goal.
"Angelina scores 10 points to Gryffindor!" shouted Lee Jordan, the Hogworts Quiditch commentator. Then Marcus Flint grabbed the quaffle and shot down to the goal and threw the quaffle and he looked like scoring but Wood appeared out of nowhere and saved it. He then did his infamous look that he did Harry's first year at Hogworts when stopping Slytherin from scoring. Girls in the crowd fainted (even some of the guys swooned!).
Then Harry saw something gold flickering over near where the Gryffindor supporters were sitting Harry shot towards it at 100 miles an hour and strangely enough Malfoy didn't follow him. When Harry got closer he saw it wasn't actually the snitch but Hermoine holding up a piece of shinny gold paper and laughing evilly to herself when she saw the look of disappointment on Harry's face. Harry turned around and headed back to where he normally waited but then Madam Hooch's whistle blew and he heard Lee Jordan shout, "Malfoy has caught the golden snitch"
"Slytherin wins!" shouted Madam Hooch. Harry felt like crying, in fact he did much to the amusement of Malfoy and Flint who were circling him singing "Harry didn't catch the snitch, Harry didn't catch the snitch!"
"Harry, Harry!"
Harry could hear voices calling him and he slowly opened his eyes to find himself in the Gryffindor change room and Wood was leaning over him.
"Alright there mate?" he asked.
"I'm really sorry Wood, I should've caught the snitch I wasn't paying attention!" said Harry quickly trying to think of an excuse before Wood bashed the magic out of him.
"Harry we haven't played yet! You fell asleep!" replied Wood. Harry looked around to see he was sitting in the Library with his head in the Quiditch book.
I probably should've warned you that if you read that book for a long period of time and don't take a break it makes you dream about loosing a Quiditch match. Happened to me a couple of times. I was reading in bed and I fell asleep and I was so angry I tore all the curtains around my bed down.
"Phew!" sighed Harry.
" I just came to tell you that I have recovered my boxers!" said Wood holding up a pair of pink boxers with lil' teddy bears all on them.
"AAHH!" he shouted when he saw what he was holding. Harry nearly fell off his chair laughing.
"There…They're… Not mine I swear!" stuttered Wood in disbelief. He could here someone sniggering behind him and turned to see Hermoine holing his actual boxers in one hand and her wand in the other. Wood then snatched his boxers threw the teddy ones at her and stormed off.
"What's gotten into you?" asked Harry looking at Hermoine in shock.
"No-one!" replied Hermoine sounding very guilty.
"I didn't ask who was…" began Harry before he trailed off when he saw Malfoy (with his Crabbes and Goyles) walk in with a smug look on his face.
"Hi Hermoine!" said Malfoy putting his arm on her shoulder. Harry's jaw hit the ground as Hermoine and Draco walked away arm in arm like they'd be friends (or more) for years!
And until next time my furry friends (damn Alz-chan) if you review I'll update quickly!
"Haarrrry!" moaned Hermoine "You and Ron shouldn't be doing that, it's cheating!"
"Where not cheating!" replied Ron angrily "Honestly you'd think she was a teacher"
Harry didn't reply his head buried in a Quiditch book that Wood had leant him. There was a big match against Slytherin and Harry didn't want to loose to Malfoy. He and Draco had been enemies since they met there first day of Hogworts (or getting fitted for there robes depends as is said in the book) and after his father payed for him to get into the Quiditch team Harry was determined to prove to everyone why he wasn't actually chosen.
"I am in soooo much trouble," said Hermoine dropping a piece of parchment she had been writing on.
"Why?" asked Ron
"I haven't done the potions assignment!" confessed Hermoine. Ron and Harry's jaws nearly hit the ground. Not only was it shocking that Hermoine hadn't done her assignment but they didn't even know they had an assignment.
"You should've seen your faces!" laughed Hermoine.
"That was NOT funny Hermoine!" said Ron slamming his fist on the desk in the library. Harry didn't say anything. He was becoming used to Hermoine's evil tricks that she had begun playing about a month ago. He just didn't know why. He figured best not to ask and just acted as though it was normal.
"Hey Potter!" called a familiar voice, which made Harry turn around.
"Oh hi Wood! I'm not quite finished with your book!" replied Harry.
"That's not why I'm here," said Wood sitting down next to Harry "I have to ask you something,"
Harry noticed the paranoid look on Wood's face as he looked around frantically.
"Is everything alright Oliver?" ask Harry.
"Well it's like this Harry, I was going to get dressed in the dormitory and discovered someone had stolen my boxers, so I had to pull my pants on like this and go looking for whoever stole them." Said Wood
"So you're not wearing anything under your pants?" asked Harry
"Nope!" replied Wood. Harry Jumped off his seat and held the Quiditch book between him and Oliver.
"Sit down Harry," hissed Oliver "You're drawing attention to yourself, no to mention me!"
"Sorry but your going camando!" replied Harry a look of disgust on his face.
"It's not contagious and anyway even if it was it's a bit late for you to catch it isn't it!" replied Wood, Harry nodded.
"Well?" asked Wood
"Well what?"
"Do you know who stole them?"
"No! I can't say I ask everyone I see if they've stolen Oliver Woods boxer shorts, should I do that in future?" asked Harry sarcastically.
"Well, if you see them, give me a yell!" replied Wood.
"What was that all about?" asked Hermoine
"Quiditch business," replied Harry who continued reading the book.
Before Harry could say Snape's butt is big and ugly, the day of the match had rolled around and Harry was more nervous than he'd ever been in his life. Even more nervous than when he battled Voldermort. In fact if you compiled all his nerves from their 3 encounters that would not come close to the nerves that Harry was experiencing at this very moment. Though the first time he face Voldermort he was to busy perving on his mum (he could see up her skirt) the second time he was attached to the back of his defence against the dark arts teachers head and the third time… Well Harry couldn't really remember the third time, but that wasn't relevant. What was important was that they HAD to beat Slytherin. Harry headed to the Gryffindor change rooms expecting a big motivational speech from Wood, the captain of there team but instead he found him sitting in the corner with Angelina, Alicia and Katie were huddled around him. Harry wondered if Wood had gotten his boxers back. Though if he hadn't that would explain why the girls were crowding him, he'd heard many tales of Wood and his… Wizard- hood.
"Oh hi Harry," said Fred… No George… No Fred… Ah it was one of them.
"Hi!" replied Harry before changing into his Quiditch robe.
"Ready for the big game?" asked Wood after escaping the girls.
"Yeah!" replied Harry half-heartedly
"What's the matter Potter?" asked Wood
"Nothing, just nervous!" replied Harry.
"Well you'll be happy too know I have retrieved my missing boxers," replied Wood.
"Where were they?" asked Harry. Wood didn't say anything but looked over to the three girls who were giggling and waving at Wood like giddy teenage girls who had never seen a cute guy before.
"Well, good luck!" said Wood walking over to the entrance to the field. The Weasley twins, Angelina, Katie, Alicia and Harry soon joined him. Then the gates opened and they flew out onto the pitch. Harry circled over head looking at the crowd, which had become somewhat of a ritual that he did before games. Then the Slytherin team flew out and he saw Draco Malfoy waving to someone in the crowd but he couldn't quite make out who it was.
The game began and Angelina was first to grab the quaffle and flew down to the goal. She narrowly missed a bludger that Fred (or George) had accidentally fired in her direction. She then threw the quaffle into the goal.
"Angelina scores 10 points to Gryffindor!" shouted Lee Jordan, the Hogworts Quiditch commentator. Then Marcus Flint grabbed the quaffle and shot down to the goal and threw the quaffle and he looked like scoring but Wood appeared out of nowhere and saved it. He then did his infamous look that he did Harry's first year at Hogworts when stopping Slytherin from scoring. Girls in the crowd fainted (even some of the guys swooned!).
Then Harry saw something gold flickering over near where the Gryffindor supporters were sitting Harry shot towards it at 100 miles an hour and strangely enough Malfoy didn't follow him. When Harry got closer he saw it wasn't actually the snitch but Hermoine holding up a piece of shinny gold paper and laughing evilly to herself when she saw the look of disappointment on Harry's face. Harry turned around and headed back to where he normally waited but then Madam Hooch's whistle blew and he heard Lee Jordan shout, "Malfoy has caught the golden snitch"
"Slytherin wins!" shouted Madam Hooch. Harry felt like crying, in fact he did much to the amusement of Malfoy and Flint who were circling him singing "Harry didn't catch the snitch, Harry didn't catch the snitch!"
"Harry, Harry!"
Harry could hear voices calling him and he slowly opened his eyes to find himself in the Gryffindor change room and Wood was leaning over him.
"Alright there mate?" he asked.
"I'm really sorry Wood, I should've caught the snitch I wasn't paying attention!" said Harry quickly trying to think of an excuse before Wood bashed the magic out of him.
"Harry we haven't played yet! You fell asleep!" replied Wood. Harry looked around to see he was sitting in the Library with his head in the Quiditch book.
I probably should've warned you that if you read that book for a long period of time and don't take a break it makes you dream about loosing a Quiditch match. Happened to me a couple of times. I was reading in bed and I fell asleep and I was so angry I tore all the curtains around my bed down.
"Phew!" sighed Harry.
" I just came to tell you that I have recovered my boxers!" said Wood holding up a pair of pink boxers with lil' teddy bears all on them.
"AAHH!" he shouted when he saw what he was holding. Harry nearly fell off his chair laughing.
"There…They're… Not mine I swear!" stuttered Wood in disbelief. He could here someone sniggering behind him and turned to see Hermoine holing his actual boxers in one hand and her wand in the other. Wood then snatched his boxers threw the teddy ones at her and stormed off.
"What's gotten into you?" asked Harry looking at Hermoine in shock.
"No-one!" replied Hermoine sounding very guilty.
"I didn't ask who was…" began Harry before he trailed off when he saw Malfoy (with his Crabbes and Goyles) walk in with a smug look on his face.
"Hi Hermoine!" said Malfoy putting his arm on her shoulder. Harry's jaw hit the ground as Hermoine and Draco walked away arm in arm like they'd be friends (or more) for years!
And until next time my furry friends (damn Alz-chan) if you review I'll update quickly!