Chapter 2 ~ That Girl
"Girls, I can't even know one,
Girls, but I'm gonna need her all the time.
Girls, I don't know 'bout your girl,
Girls, but I know she's judging mine."
- "Boys" by Britney Spears feat. Pharrell
The sun slowly peeked through Oliver's Quidditch curtains which meant a start of another day. "Or the start of another nightmare," he thought as he took his blankets off and sat himself up in his bed. He felt considerably better and could no longer feel the bump on his head.
He half~expected his mum to show up with a plate full of breakfast as usual, but after a while he began to lose hope. He was confused beyond belief on what he should do that day.and the rest of his life.
His father was so obsessed with the concept of Oliver becoming a businessman that it began to make Oliver wonder, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. Because if he did actually become a businessman his life would be dramatically different; he would escape from all of his wild fans and from the publicity and spotlight, but then again, he'd have to wear a suit and carry about a briefcase for the rest of his life and that was something he definitely didn't want to do. And he'd also miss the passion of Quidditch.
If he actually did obey his father, which was a rare thing coming from Oliver, then he certainly wouldn't miss his hysterical fans. It was good to have fans that supported you, but Oliver agreed with that girl ~ they didn't seem to know a thing about him, they just liked him because he could fly a broomstick and look good doing it.
Except for one certain 'fan'. He didn't even know if she was really a fan, more of just a friend who tagged around with her friends who were.just obsessed. But she had a certain point of view that Oliver adored. He wasn't even sure if she liked him at all, or if she hated him, but she certainly wasn't obsessed or adoring over him because he was supposedly good~looking and could catch quaffles really well.
For some weird reason, Oliver couldn't get her out of his mind. He didn't even know her name, and he hadn't even seen her close up, but something about her was different. And different was sometimes very good.
He wanted to see her again, but he didn't know how. If he went to Quidditch practice, which was now in twenty~five minutes, he'd have to face those wild fans again. He'd get to go on his broomstick again, but he'd probably get hit with another quaffle again when a sudden idea struck him. He would go to Quidditch practice and see if that girl was there and if she was he'd try and make a way to talk to her.
"But what if she doesn't even turn up?" he asked himself over and over as he came up with the 'plan'. "She's like the snitch waiting for the seeker to catch it ~ except I'm the keeper. She's the quaffle ~ and I have to catch her and make sure she doesn't slip through. But I don't know how I'm going to do that."
With his last thought still in his mind, he decided to get up. He took a nice cold shower to refresh him and got dressed in his Quidditch robes. He began to approach his door and reached for his broomstick which was near the door when at once, he was reminded of that poster that was hanging on his door. He looked at himself, grinning like an idiot, and Mark by his side. He sighed. "I can't wait 'til photo day this year," he thought sarcastically as he made his way to the kitchen.
The next scene that flashed through his mind dazed him. All he wanted to do in the kitchen was grab a piece of toast before disapparating and then going to the Quidditch stadium, but what happened next was just pure horror.
"MUM?" Oliver cried. "DAD?"
Perhaps it was because Oliver had always seen his parents fighting that he never imagined this to happen. But there it was - his mum and dad were lying on the couch together, cuddling closely. It wasn't a disgusting scene, just a shocking one for Oliver.
"Well, um," Oliver began, noticing that they were both fast asleep, "I'm uh, going to Quidditch practice. I'll see you later."
He closed his eyes and concentrated deeply on the Quidditch stadium and in a flash he appeared in the locker rooms. It was a bit too quiet, Oliver thought, as he walked around the locker rooms. No one was in sight, so he figured that they had already begun practice.
He reached the exit and opened the door a smidge to see what was going on in the field. Sure enough, the team had already started practicing and they were trying hard to do something without a keeper. There were no fans in sight.
Oliver sighed and decided that he should just do practice because now he was assured that he wasn't going to get hit with a quaffle, but he was slightly disappointed that the girl who wasn't obsessed with him wasn't there. He was about to open the door wider so he could go out onto the field, when three sudden voices stopped him.
"Oh come on, just one last time!" a familiar voice cried.
Oliver went to the other side of the locker room and opened the entrance door a tiny bit so he could see what was going on. He saw the back of one girls head and two of the girls were facing her and grabbing onto her arms.
"We'll go to the library afterwards!" another girl promised her.
"Parvati and Lavender, NO!" another girl answered.
Oliver was suddenly reminded of his Hogwarts days when he was the keeper and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. He remembered that there were two girls that were also in his house ~ Parvati and Lavender. And the third girl must've been the one from the Quidditch practice yesterday. But who was she?
"Oh come on already!" they begged the third girl.
"No, go on without me," the third girl told them.
"Fine," Lavender said, turning away. "It's your loss." The two girls stalked off to the field, and Oliver knew this was the perfect opportunity ~ and maybe his only opportunity. He decided to take it.
"Um, hey," Oliver greeted as he opened the door wider and stepped out.
The girl apparently looked bored with the thought of greeting him. "If your looking for Parvati and Lavender they went to the stands," she directed him.
"Actually," Oliver began, "I wanted to talk to you."
"M-me?" the girl replied. She looked completely shocked. "Why me?"
"OLIVER!" a girl shrieked.
Oliver turned around and found Parvati and Lavender racing over to him. Oliver groaned quite loudly as they reached him.
"Oliver," Parvati panted. "We've been looking all over the place for you."
"You weren't playing on the field," Lavender continued. "We thought you might be injured."
"Well I did get injured," Oliver reminded them. "I got hit with a quaffle yesterday."
"Oh, right," Lavender said, who apparently had forgotten.
Parvati had just noticed that Oliver was talking with her 'friend'. "Why are you talking to her for?" Parvati asked.
"That's what we were just about to find out," the third girl told her.
"Look and listen, Oliver," Lavender began, "you really are wasting your time. Why the hell would you want to spend time with that kind of girl? She's really not your type."
"But I think we're your type," Parvati assured him. "We're your biggest fans. We simply adore you."
"I think I can tell who's my type and who isn't for myself thanks," Oliver snapped in a nasty tone. Oliver didn't know what had come over him. He was just plain sick of them but afterwards he thought that he sounded a bit too mean if that was possible.
Everyone had shocked looks on their faces and Parvati looked completely stunned. "Excuse me?" she asked in a disbelieving voice. "What did you just say?"
Oliver gulped and swallowed hard. He felt like he was about to start a Quidditch match - anxious and excited. Except this time it was a negative anxiety. He was glad that Mark showed up when he did.
"Hey, Oliver!" Mark cried as he ran over to him. "I heard some chattering, and I figured it was you. What are you playing at, coming in late to practice? If you do that one more time then I'm afraid I'll have to kick you off the team!"
Oliver eyed him carefully and saw in the look in Mark's eyes which were telling him he was definitely less than serious. They both broke in hysterics as the three girls watched them.
"Aye, I'm only joking, you know?" Mark told him. "So are you coming to practice or are you too preoccupied with these three gorgeous ladies?"
Parvati and Lavender both pouted and giggled flirtatiously at Mark and Oliver, but the third girl just stood there, emotionless. Oliver noticed that she was beginning to look familiar too, but he couldn't remember her name. It was as though it was on the tip of his brain, but he couldn't get to that tip.
"I'm coming," Oliver told Mark. "I just need to finish up this conversation."
"Of course," Mark said, bowing a little and turning around. "As you command."
Oliver smiled gratefully and turned to Parvati and Lavender. "I apologize for my rude comment," he began.
"Ooh look he's apologizing!" Lavender cooed.
"He's so sweet.and gorgeous!" Parvati giggled.
Oliver sighed and continued, "I didn't mean to say it too rudely, but you've been quite rude yourself. I appreciate you being fans, but you shouldn't try to insult a girl that I've just met and make bad impressions of her."
The third girl looked up at him, amazed.
"Now," he said slowly, clearing his throat and smiling, "I have to get to Quidditch practice but it was nice um.meeting you all." He leaned in closer to the third girl which made Parvati and Lavender gasp as Oliver whispered, "Can I talk to you later today? After the practice, right here at the entrance?"
The girl nodded and smiled slightly, not knowing what to do.
"Well see you later!" he said, almost directly to the third girl. Parvati and Lavender didn't seem to notice that it was to the third girl however and began to giggle and coo and talk about how they adore him.
Oliver walked back into the locker room to retrieve his broom and stepped out onto the field to begin the practice. He hopped onto his broomstick, feeling like he hadn't flown in days, and kicked off of the ground as hard as he could, swooping up to the posts.
Mark flew over to him and tried to catch the snitch, which was right in front of Oliver. Oliver watched as he held it in his hands for a few seconds and let it go again.
"The girls just fawn over you, don't they?" Mark asked him as he chuckled.
Oliver chuckled as well. "Yeah I suppose."
"And how does it feel Mr Wood?" Mark inquired. "How does it feel to be the sexiest man in Quidditch today?"
Oliver felt like he was about to fall off his broomstick from laughing so hard, but then reminded himself that his father would certainly tell him to quit if he had two accidents in two days, and he stopped himself from falling off. "I guess it feels pretty good Mark," Oliver replied in a sarcastic voice.
Oliver's stomach suddenly rumbled as they continued to practice. "And how does it feel Mr Wood?" Mark repeated. "How does it feel to be so preoccupied with gorgeous girls that you have no time to feed your wee stomach?"
"It guess it feels.pretty bad Mark," Oliver replied as he caught the quaffle once again. "Damn! I forgot my bloody toast!"
Mark laughed. "What distracted you this time?" he asked. "Was it the girls? Was it your father? I told you, just hex the lad. I'm sure he won't mind!"
"And I'm telling you, I won't do that no matter how much he annoys me," Oliver replied. "And it wasn't the girls or my father.it was my father AND my mother!"
"Huh?" Mark said, halting his broomstick for a minute. "What do you mean.both of them?"
"Yea," Oliver answered, ducking as a bludger came swerving his way. "They were lying on the couch together sleeping and that, I think, is a rare thing."
"Wow!" Mark exclaimed. "Now that IS a rare thing.amazing, really."
"You're going crazy Mark!" Oliver told him. "You don't have to be that concerned about my parents, all right?"
"All right, all right," Mark said. "You don't have to get so uptight. Anyways, let's change the subject. What's up with those three birds?"
"Their girls Mark!" Oliver cried. "GIRLS! Not birds!"
"Right right," Mark said, although he didn't appear to be listening. "But what is up with those three birds? They don't seem in the stands but why were they talking to you earlier?"
"I don't know," Oliver replied. "I mean two of them are just crazed fans but the other one is.different."
"And different is sometimes very good," Mark finished for him.
Oliver looked up, amazed. "How is it that you know my thoughts?" he asked, puzzled. "Are you turning into Professor Trewlaney?"
"Let's hope not," Mark answered. "She's hideous! And she's a fraud. I guess I just know you too well, mate."
Practice eventually ended and Oliver hopped off his broom refreshed and ready for his little chat with that mystery girl, even though during that little chat he hoped to find out her identity.
Oliver ran into the locker room and took a quick shower before going to talk to her. He wrapped a white towel around his lower half and sighed as he looked at his reflection once more in the mirror. Melanie whistled as she walked by.
"Nice six pack," she complimented.
Oliver blushed but at the same time felt infuriated. "Is that all you care about? The skin? Because if so, I'll be glad to rip it off!" he yelled.
Melanie looked taken back. "That's not all I care about," she replied softly. "I was just complimenting you because it seems that you work out a lot. You have a charming personality, Wood, but not when your yelling at me for three words!"
"I'm sorry," Oliver replied, feeling extremely stupid. "I didn't mean to take my anger out on you. It's just."
"He's sick and tired of girls just wanting him because he has looks and because he's famous," Mark finished for him as he, too, walked out of the showers with a towel wrapped around him.
Oliver glared at him with a small smirk on his face and nodded. "Yeah, what he said," he told Melanie. "Anyways, do you forgive me?"
"Yeah, I forgive you," Melanie smiled. "See you at tomorrow's practice!"
Oliver piled on some regular Muggle clothes and looked at Mark. "Time for my meeting," he informed him.
"Yeah, good luck lad!" Mark called after him as Oliver went to the other end of the locker room.
Oliver sighed nervously as though trying to calm him down. He slowly opened the door with his eyes closed and walked out.
Taking another step he opened his eyes to face the girl and was about to greet her when he realized.there was no girl facing him. He looked in the dark hallway. To his left he could see some lush green grass from the Quidditch pitch but it was empty. To his right he spotted the exit to the stadium, and there was no one there either.
He felt like collapsing on the ground, but instead he ran to the exit of the stadium and walked into the Muggle streets of London. Instantly, the Quidditch pitch faded and was replaced with a very large mansion as a disguise for the Muggles. He looked around and didn't see the girl anywhere.
Oliver felt like breaking down right there in the Muggle streets, but he was already receiving odd looks from the Muggles from exiting the "mansion" so suddenly.
Where was that girl? And would he ever see her again? Miserably, he walked back inside the stadium to retrieve his broomstick. Everybody else had already left and he decided that he would ride his broomstick once more before going back home.
He climbed on and kicked off of his broomstick hardly once again. He flew as high as he could, above the posts, and into the clouds. He felt at peace here, and tried to think about other things than that girl, but he couldn't stop thinking about her and why she didn't show up like she said she would.
After a while he decided to reach back to the ground and head home since it was getting fairly late. He swooped down again and did a few loops before setting down on the ground again with his eyes closed as though he was reflecting.
It wasn't until he heard a few footsteps on the soft grass that he opened his eyes again.
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A/N: OOH! Cliffhanger, right? *lol* Well, I'm sorry it took me so long, I've just had writer's block for so long *hits muse in the.head?* But anyways, I managed to get Chapter 2 up and I hope I can do as well with the rest. THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! They really overwhelmed me! Thanks for all the encouraging thoughts, especially from Loverina (used to be Juvenus), and I'm glad everybody likes it! Chapter 3 will be up.um, I'm not too sure, but it'll be up in a shorter period of time than the time that it took to get this chapter up, if that makes any sense! See you all later! Here's my individual thanks (I really didn't expect 17 reviews!):
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CHAPTER 3 WILL BE UP.SOMEDAY SOON!
"Girls, I can't even know one,
Girls, but I'm gonna need her all the time.
Girls, I don't know 'bout your girl,
Girls, but I know she's judging mine."
- "Boys" by Britney Spears feat. Pharrell
The sun slowly peeked through Oliver's Quidditch curtains which meant a start of another day. "Or the start of another nightmare," he thought as he took his blankets off and sat himself up in his bed. He felt considerably better and could no longer feel the bump on his head.
He half~expected his mum to show up with a plate full of breakfast as usual, but after a while he began to lose hope. He was confused beyond belief on what he should do that day.and the rest of his life.
His father was so obsessed with the concept of Oliver becoming a businessman that it began to make Oliver wonder, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. Because if he did actually become a businessman his life would be dramatically different; he would escape from all of his wild fans and from the publicity and spotlight, but then again, he'd have to wear a suit and carry about a briefcase for the rest of his life and that was something he definitely didn't want to do. And he'd also miss the passion of Quidditch.
If he actually did obey his father, which was a rare thing coming from Oliver, then he certainly wouldn't miss his hysterical fans. It was good to have fans that supported you, but Oliver agreed with that girl ~ they didn't seem to know a thing about him, they just liked him because he could fly a broomstick and look good doing it.
Except for one certain 'fan'. He didn't even know if she was really a fan, more of just a friend who tagged around with her friends who were.just obsessed. But she had a certain point of view that Oliver adored. He wasn't even sure if she liked him at all, or if she hated him, but she certainly wasn't obsessed or adoring over him because he was supposedly good~looking and could catch quaffles really well.
For some weird reason, Oliver couldn't get her out of his mind. He didn't even know her name, and he hadn't even seen her close up, but something about her was different. And different was sometimes very good.
He wanted to see her again, but he didn't know how. If he went to Quidditch practice, which was now in twenty~five minutes, he'd have to face those wild fans again. He'd get to go on his broomstick again, but he'd probably get hit with another quaffle again when a sudden idea struck him. He would go to Quidditch practice and see if that girl was there and if she was he'd try and make a way to talk to her.
"But what if she doesn't even turn up?" he asked himself over and over as he came up with the 'plan'. "She's like the snitch waiting for the seeker to catch it ~ except I'm the keeper. She's the quaffle ~ and I have to catch her and make sure she doesn't slip through. But I don't know how I'm going to do that."
With his last thought still in his mind, he decided to get up. He took a nice cold shower to refresh him and got dressed in his Quidditch robes. He began to approach his door and reached for his broomstick which was near the door when at once, he was reminded of that poster that was hanging on his door. He looked at himself, grinning like an idiot, and Mark by his side. He sighed. "I can't wait 'til photo day this year," he thought sarcastically as he made his way to the kitchen.
The next scene that flashed through his mind dazed him. All he wanted to do in the kitchen was grab a piece of toast before disapparating and then going to the Quidditch stadium, but what happened next was just pure horror.
"MUM?" Oliver cried. "DAD?"
Perhaps it was because Oliver had always seen his parents fighting that he never imagined this to happen. But there it was - his mum and dad were lying on the couch together, cuddling closely. It wasn't a disgusting scene, just a shocking one for Oliver.
"Well, um," Oliver began, noticing that they were both fast asleep, "I'm uh, going to Quidditch practice. I'll see you later."
He closed his eyes and concentrated deeply on the Quidditch stadium and in a flash he appeared in the locker rooms. It was a bit too quiet, Oliver thought, as he walked around the locker rooms. No one was in sight, so he figured that they had already begun practice.
He reached the exit and opened the door a smidge to see what was going on in the field. Sure enough, the team had already started practicing and they were trying hard to do something without a keeper. There were no fans in sight.
Oliver sighed and decided that he should just do practice because now he was assured that he wasn't going to get hit with a quaffle, but he was slightly disappointed that the girl who wasn't obsessed with him wasn't there. He was about to open the door wider so he could go out onto the field, when three sudden voices stopped him.
"Oh come on, just one last time!" a familiar voice cried.
Oliver went to the other side of the locker room and opened the entrance door a tiny bit so he could see what was going on. He saw the back of one girls head and two of the girls were facing her and grabbing onto her arms.
"We'll go to the library afterwards!" another girl promised her.
"Parvati and Lavender, NO!" another girl answered.
Oliver was suddenly reminded of his Hogwarts days when he was the keeper and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. He remembered that there were two girls that were also in his house ~ Parvati and Lavender. And the third girl must've been the one from the Quidditch practice yesterday. But who was she?
"Oh come on already!" they begged the third girl.
"No, go on without me," the third girl told them.
"Fine," Lavender said, turning away. "It's your loss." The two girls stalked off to the field, and Oliver knew this was the perfect opportunity ~ and maybe his only opportunity. He decided to take it.
"Um, hey," Oliver greeted as he opened the door wider and stepped out.
The girl apparently looked bored with the thought of greeting him. "If your looking for Parvati and Lavender they went to the stands," she directed him.
"Actually," Oliver began, "I wanted to talk to you."
"M-me?" the girl replied. She looked completely shocked. "Why me?"
"OLIVER!" a girl shrieked.
Oliver turned around and found Parvati and Lavender racing over to him. Oliver groaned quite loudly as they reached him.
"Oliver," Parvati panted. "We've been looking all over the place for you."
"You weren't playing on the field," Lavender continued. "We thought you might be injured."
"Well I did get injured," Oliver reminded them. "I got hit with a quaffle yesterday."
"Oh, right," Lavender said, who apparently had forgotten.
Parvati had just noticed that Oliver was talking with her 'friend'. "Why are you talking to her for?" Parvati asked.
"That's what we were just about to find out," the third girl told her.
"Look and listen, Oliver," Lavender began, "you really are wasting your time. Why the hell would you want to spend time with that kind of girl? She's really not your type."
"But I think we're your type," Parvati assured him. "We're your biggest fans. We simply adore you."
"I think I can tell who's my type and who isn't for myself thanks," Oliver snapped in a nasty tone. Oliver didn't know what had come over him. He was just plain sick of them but afterwards he thought that he sounded a bit too mean if that was possible.
Everyone had shocked looks on their faces and Parvati looked completely stunned. "Excuse me?" she asked in a disbelieving voice. "What did you just say?"
Oliver gulped and swallowed hard. He felt like he was about to start a Quidditch match - anxious and excited. Except this time it was a negative anxiety. He was glad that Mark showed up when he did.
"Hey, Oliver!" Mark cried as he ran over to him. "I heard some chattering, and I figured it was you. What are you playing at, coming in late to practice? If you do that one more time then I'm afraid I'll have to kick you off the team!"
Oliver eyed him carefully and saw in the look in Mark's eyes which were telling him he was definitely less than serious. They both broke in hysterics as the three girls watched them.
"Aye, I'm only joking, you know?" Mark told him. "So are you coming to practice or are you too preoccupied with these three gorgeous ladies?"
Parvati and Lavender both pouted and giggled flirtatiously at Mark and Oliver, but the third girl just stood there, emotionless. Oliver noticed that she was beginning to look familiar too, but he couldn't remember her name. It was as though it was on the tip of his brain, but he couldn't get to that tip.
"I'm coming," Oliver told Mark. "I just need to finish up this conversation."
"Of course," Mark said, bowing a little and turning around. "As you command."
Oliver smiled gratefully and turned to Parvati and Lavender. "I apologize for my rude comment," he began.
"Ooh look he's apologizing!" Lavender cooed.
"He's so sweet.and gorgeous!" Parvati giggled.
Oliver sighed and continued, "I didn't mean to say it too rudely, but you've been quite rude yourself. I appreciate you being fans, but you shouldn't try to insult a girl that I've just met and make bad impressions of her."
The third girl looked up at him, amazed.
"Now," he said slowly, clearing his throat and smiling, "I have to get to Quidditch practice but it was nice um.meeting you all." He leaned in closer to the third girl which made Parvati and Lavender gasp as Oliver whispered, "Can I talk to you later today? After the practice, right here at the entrance?"
The girl nodded and smiled slightly, not knowing what to do.
"Well see you later!" he said, almost directly to the third girl. Parvati and Lavender didn't seem to notice that it was to the third girl however and began to giggle and coo and talk about how they adore him.
Oliver walked back into the locker room to retrieve his broom and stepped out onto the field to begin the practice. He hopped onto his broomstick, feeling like he hadn't flown in days, and kicked off of the ground as hard as he could, swooping up to the posts.
Mark flew over to him and tried to catch the snitch, which was right in front of Oliver. Oliver watched as he held it in his hands for a few seconds and let it go again.
"The girls just fawn over you, don't they?" Mark asked him as he chuckled.
Oliver chuckled as well. "Yeah I suppose."
"And how does it feel Mr Wood?" Mark inquired. "How does it feel to be the sexiest man in Quidditch today?"
Oliver felt like he was about to fall off his broomstick from laughing so hard, but then reminded himself that his father would certainly tell him to quit if he had two accidents in two days, and he stopped himself from falling off. "I guess it feels pretty good Mark," Oliver replied in a sarcastic voice.
Oliver's stomach suddenly rumbled as they continued to practice. "And how does it feel Mr Wood?" Mark repeated. "How does it feel to be so preoccupied with gorgeous girls that you have no time to feed your wee stomach?"
"It guess it feels.pretty bad Mark," Oliver replied as he caught the quaffle once again. "Damn! I forgot my bloody toast!"
Mark laughed. "What distracted you this time?" he asked. "Was it the girls? Was it your father? I told you, just hex the lad. I'm sure he won't mind!"
"And I'm telling you, I won't do that no matter how much he annoys me," Oliver replied. "And it wasn't the girls or my father.it was my father AND my mother!"
"Huh?" Mark said, halting his broomstick for a minute. "What do you mean.both of them?"
"Yea," Oliver answered, ducking as a bludger came swerving his way. "They were lying on the couch together sleeping and that, I think, is a rare thing."
"Wow!" Mark exclaimed. "Now that IS a rare thing.amazing, really."
"You're going crazy Mark!" Oliver told him. "You don't have to be that concerned about my parents, all right?"
"All right, all right," Mark said. "You don't have to get so uptight. Anyways, let's change the subject. What's up with those three birds?"
"Their girls Mark!" Oliver cried. "GIRLS! Not birds!"
"Right right," Mark said, although he didn't appear to be listening. "But what is up with those three birds? They don't seem in the stands but why were they talking to you earlier?"
"I don't know," Oliver replied. "I mean two of them are just crazed fans but the other one is.different."
"And different is sometimes very good," Mark finished for him.
Oliver looked up, amazed. "How is it that you know my thoughts?" he asked, puzzled. "Are you turning into Professor Trewlaney?"
"Let's hope not," Mark answered. "She's hideous! And she's a fraud. I guess I just know you too well, mate."
Practice eventually ended and Oliver hopped off his broom refreshed and ready for his little chat with that mystery girl, even though during that little chat he hoped to find out her identity.
Oliver ran into the locker room and took a quick shower before going to talk to her. He wrapped a white towel around his lower half and sighed as he looked at his reflection once more in the mirror. Melanie whistled as she walked by.
"Nice six pack," she complimented.
Oliver blushed but at the same time felt infuriated. "Is that all you care about? The skin? Because if so, I'll be glad to rip it off!" he yelled.
Melanie looked taken back. "That's not all I care about," she replied softly. "I was just complimenting you because it seems that you work out a lot. You have a charming personality, Wood, but not when your yelling at me for three words!"
"I'm sorry," Oliver replied, feeling extremely stupid. "I didn't mean to take my anger out on you. It's just."
"He's sick and tired of girls just wanting him because he has looks and because he's famous," Mark finished for him as he, too, walked out of the showers with a towel wrapped around him.
Oliver glared at him with a small smirk on his face and nodded. "Yeah, what he said," he told Melanie. "Anyways, do you forgive me?"
"Yeah, I forgive you," Melanie smiled. "See you at tomorrow's practice!"
Oliver piled on some regular Muggle clothes and looked at Mark. "Time for my meeting," he informed him.
"Yeah, good luck lad!" Mark called after him as Oliver went to the other end of the locker room.
Oliver sighed nervously as though trying to calm him down. He slowly opened the door with his eyes closed and walked out.
Taking another step he opened his eyes to face the girl and was about to greet her when he realized.there was no girl facing him. He looked in the dark hallway. To his left he could see some lush green grass from the Quidditch pitch but it was empty. To his right he spotted the exit to the stadium, and there was no one there either.
He felt like collapsing on the ground, but instead he ran to the exit of the stadium and walked into the Muggle streets of London. Instantly, the Quidditch pitch faded and was replaced with a very large mansion as a disguise for the Muggles. He looked around and didn't see the girl anywhere.
Oliver felt like breaking down right there in the Muggle streets, but he was already receiving odd looks from the Muggles from exiting the "mansion" so suddenly.
Where was that girl? And would he ever see her again? Miserably, he walked back inside the stadium to retrieve his broomstick. Everybody else had already left and he decided that he would ride his broomstick once more before going back home.
He climbed on and kicked off of his broomstick hardly once again. He flew as high as he could, above the posts, and into the clouds. He felt at peace here, and tried to think about other things than that girl, but he couldn't stop thinking about her and why she didn't show up like she said she would.
After a while he decided to reach back to the ground and head home since it was getting fairly late. He swooped down again and did a few loops before setting down on the ground again with his eyes closed as though he was reflecting.
It wasn't until he heard a few footsteps on the soft grass that he opened his eyes again.
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A/N: OOH! Cliffhanger, right? *lol* Well, I'm sorry it took me so long, I've just had writer's block for so long *hits muse in the.head?* But anyways, I managed to get Chapter 2 up and I hope I can do as well with the rest. THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! They really overwhelmed me! Thanks for all the encouraging thoughts, especially from Loverina (used to be Juvenus), and I'm glad everybody likes it! Chapter 3 will be up.um, I'm not too sure, but it'll be up in a shorter period of time than the time that it took to get this chapter up, if that makes any sense! See you all later! Here's my individual thanks (I really didn't expect 17 reviews!):
sparkly-glossy-girl - I'm glad you like it! I love Oliver Wood stories too! And about the pairing that you mentioned? Well.you'll find out!
Loverina - Sorry it took me so long to post but I'm glad you like it!
LOTR&HPLver - Yeah, I think it's great that someone likes him because of something else besides his looks but um.sorry to say, I'm not that girl. *lol*
Oliver Lover - thanks for the cheese! It was a bit moldy because it took me so long but anyways.*lol* I'm really glad that you review all my stories, you really are too kind!
hunny - My dad constantly bugs me as well and so I know how it irritates Oliver. I wish I could hex my dad though.
Riley - Tell you more? What's more to tell? It's OLIVER!
Kim - here you go! You found out.hope you enjoy it!
fdshfsdf - you tend to right "w/e" for all my fics.why? *lol*
Slytherin Angel - wow!! I'm blushing too much! "The best I've ever seen"? Wow, don't keep your hopes up because I don't know if it's really that good but I guess you can see for yourself! I like your fics as well!
Ollie Wood's QT - Sorry it took me so long but I agree with you - everybody's obsessed with the looks (including me) and I just wanted to write this. Even though, you know, you were talking about Sean, I understand. *pats you on the head awkwardly* Anyways, glad you like it!
HPGal - Hmm."written with great detail"? "This is a really great story"? You've got me blushing too! And for the question about "do we know the third girl?", here's my answer: maybe, maybe not! Hee hee.I love being mysterious.
HyperKat - Sorry, I didn't reveal the third girl in this chapter but don't worry I will!
HPGal - you reviewed twice and I thank you! Yeah, Oliver IS hot! ^_^ Anyways.*lol*
L5 - Sorry it took me so while (so many apologies).but here you are!
i luv oliver - Here you are! I've continued! *Cheers*
Loverina - glad you understand and of COURSE I remember you! Who wouldn't? Thanks for the bit about liking all my stories! Cheers to you as well and thanks!
Oliver's gurl - thanks!
CHAPTER 3 WILL BE UP.SOMEDAY SOON!