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A/N: And now it begins. Oh how I love drama!
Our break was over. We enjoyed ourselves immensely. I still heard Fred and George rambling on and on about it. Telling everyone in sight that they went to Middle Earth.
I was in my dorm, waiting for Oli to come get me. He wanted me to help him with his practice. He was planning on winning the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindore.
"Ready?" Oli called as he knocked on my door.
"Coming." I hopped off the bed and opened the door.
"Sorry I took so long." He apologized.
"No sweat. Common, I'm dying to kick your ass at sports." I laughed.
"Is that so?" He grinned.
"If I say so." I started.
"Then it is so." He finished.
"Exactly." I kissed his cheek.
I giggled and started to run. "Last one on the field is a rotten egg!"
* * * * * * * * * * *
We'd been on the field for over an hour and I'd gotten the quaffle past him eight times. He was getting a little tired, and I was too.
"Wanna call it a day and head on in." I suggested.
"Sure." He nodded.
We both sat down and rested.
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
"About what?" He looked over at me.
"Next weeks Quidditch match against Slytherin?" I questioned.
"A little, but we have Harry, the fastest seeker Griffindore has ever had. Fred and George, the best beaters. And Alicia, Angelina, and Katie, the fastest chasers." He smiled confidently.
"And don't forget Oliver Wood, the strongest, fastest Keeper I've ever seen, and keeper of my heart." I kissed his cheek.
"I love you Darlene." Oliver kissed me. Again, and again.
"And I you Oliver. You lutha nin. Im estel, mil, anira, baur & gaur you." I whispered.
"You've said that before. What does that mean?" He asked.
"In Sindarin it means, You enchant me. I trust, love, desire, need, and have you" I repeated.
We were unaware of two people watching the whole thing. They crept up behind us and grinned. "How cute. How disgustingly cute."
I turned around and faced Marcus Flint and a friend of his. He grinned, exposing his crooked teeth. He was the foulest creature I'd ever encountered after orcs.
"What do you want?" I hissed.
"Power, wealth, and a lot of other things, but I'll settle for winning the next Quidditch game." He smirked.
"Fat chance. You're going down." I snarled.
"I don't think so." He seized a bat an aimed for my head.
"Don't you dare touch her Flint!" Oliver growled.
"No, I think I will." He swung and I was frozen in place. I don't know what he did to me, but I knew he did something. I pushed and pushed. The bat came closer and closer.
"No!" I heard Oli yell.
He was pushing me out of the way. I fell to the ground. Oliver was hit in the head.
"No!" I shrieked.
I forced myself up. I pushed Flint onto the ground.
"You asshole! How could you do this to me?" I screamed.
"Marcus Flint in my office now!" A stern voice yelled from across the field.
It was Dumbledore. He apparently had seen him hit Oliver. He grabbed the two boys, and sent Oliver to the hospital wing. I wasn't allowed in yet, and spent the night with my friends in the common room in tears.
A/N: And now it begins. Oh how I love drama!
Our break was over. We enjoyed ourselves immensely. I still heard Fred and George rambling on and on about it. Telling everyone in sight that they went to Middle Earth.
I was in my dorm, waiting for Oli to come get me. He wanted me to help him with his practice. He was planning on winning the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindore.
"Ready?" Oli called as he knocked on my door.
"Coming." I hopped off the bed and opened the door.
"Sorry I took so long." He apologized.
"No sweat. Common, I'm dying to kick your ass at sports." I laughed.
"Is that so?" He grinned.
"If I say so." I started.
"Then it is so." He finished.
"Exactly." I kissed his cheek.
I giggled and started to run. "Last one on the field is a rotten egg!"
* * * * * * * * * * *
We'd been on the field for over an hour and I'd gotten the quaffle past him eight times. He was getting a little tired, and I was too.
"Wanna call it a day and head on in." I suggested.
"Sure." He nodded.
We both sat down and rested.
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
"About what?" He looked over at me.
"Next weeks Quidditch match against Slytherin?" I questioned.
"A little, but we have Harry, the fastest seeker Griffindore has ever had. Fred and George, the best beaters. And Alicia, Angelina, and Katie, the fastest chasers." He smiled confidently.
"And don't forget Oliver Wood, the strongest, fastest Keeper I've ever seen, and keeper of my heart." I kissed his cheek.
"I love you Darlene." Oliver kissed me. Again, and again.
"And I you Oliver. You lutha nin. Im estel, mil, anira, baur & gaur you." I whispered.
"You've said that before. What does that mean?" He asked.
"In Sindarin it means, You enchant me. I trust, love, desire, need, and have you" I repeated.
We were unaware of two people watching the whole thing. They crept up behind us and grinned. "How cute. How disgustingly cute."
I turned around and faced Marcus Flint and a friend of his. He grinned, exposing his crooked teeth. He was the foulest creature I'd ever encountered after orcs.
"What do you want?" I hissed.
"Power, wealth, and a lot of other things, but I'll settle for winning the next Quidditch game." He smirked.
"Fat chance. You're going down." I snarled.
"I don't think so." He seized a bat an aimed for my head.
"Don't you dare touch her Flint!" Oliver growled.
"No, I think I will." He swung and I was frozen in place. I don't know what he did to me, but I knew he did something. I pushed and pushed. The bat came closer and closer.
"No!" I heard Oli yell.
He was pushing me out of the way. I fell to the ground. Oliver was hit in the head.
"No!" I shrieked.
I forced myself up. I pushed Flint onto the ground.
"You asshole! How could you do this to me?" I screamed.
"Marcus Flint in my office now!" A stern voice yelled from across the field.
It was Dumbledore. He apparently had seen him hit Oliver. He grabbed the two boys, and sent Oliver to the hospital wing. I wasn't allowed in yet, and spent the night with my friends in the common room in tears.