Author's Notes: After two months of nothing I've finally got another chapter ready for you. Sorry it took so long but I really just had to do a little connecting to get the rest of the story going. So it really shouldn't be another two months before the next chapter. Although I can't guarantee when you'll get more as I leave next week on holiday... again. But enough of that, I'm sure you'd rather just get on with reading.

Disclaimer: All characters respectively belong to J.K Rowling, etc, etc. Any "original" characters which may appear in this story as just random people in the background however, ARE my creations. Not that that's important though.

Nasty Little Buggers
Chapter Five: Poor Ickle Ollie

Fred and George were quite surprised when Oliver didn't return later that evening. They hadn't expected Oliver to REALLY hang out long with Bletchey… the two hated each other. Or so they had thought. Then again, maybe they had finally set the captain up with a girl, a task everyone had thought to be impossible. So when Oliver still wasn't back for breakfast, the twins assumed he had been busy with her all night.

What they didn't know was that Oliver was still tied up in the Quidditch locker rooms, hanging upside down from the ceiling thanks to Flint. He had long ago passed out from the blood rushing to his head… and exhaustion from keeping awake all that time trying to get someone to hear his calls.

Luckily, the Ravenclaw Quidditch team had practice that day. So shortly after breakfast, Oliver was discovered… by the all too pompous Roger Davies.

"Bloody hell, Wood, just what are you doing?" the Ravenclaw captain cried, upon entering the room.

Oliver snapped awake. "Thank the Almighty someone decided to come in!"

Roger untied the ropes and let Oliver crash to the floor with a thud. "Now, I know you're not quite right in the head but… just WHY were you pretending to be a bat?"

"I wasn't pretending to be a bat!" snapped Oliver.

"Oh you weren't?" smirked Roger. "Then just what were you doing? Is this how you prepare for a Quidditch match?"

"No, I don't even know what Quidditch is… and I certainly don't play it," said Oliver, brushing himself off. As he left the locker rooms, he failed to notice the shocked look on Roger's face. Oliver Wood, not playing Quidditch? There was something wrong with that.

Oliver was welcomed into the castle by an enchanting aroma wafting down the corridor. As his stomach gave a rather loud growl, Oliver realized just how hungry he really was. He wandered down the hall, following the smell until he came to a large hall that seemed to open up to the sky. There were a few people scattered at the four tables, still picking at the remnants of what looked liked a large breakfast feast. Fred and George had told Oliver to avoid crowded places… but he was so hungry… and the hall wasn't crowded, no one would notice him, right?

Oliver decided to go inside, the temptation of food was too much for him to bear. He spotted Fred and George at one of the table and went over to sit next to them. He was lucky to find an empty seat in between the twins and a small dark haired boy with glasses.

"Rough night?" asked Fred.

"You have no idea," sighed Oliver, reaching for a plate of bacon.

"I'll bet it was fun though," said George.

"Fun? Fun?!" Oliver glared at the twins. "If you call being beaten and hung from the ceiling fun, then it was a WONDERFUL night!"

Fred and George blinked. What was he talking about? "Care to explain what happened?"

Oliver told the twins all about walking in on Bletchey and Flint. How Flint had attacked him and hung him from the roof of the Quidditch locker room until he had been found this morning.

Oliver suddenly had a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach that this had all been some sort of a set up. There was something not right about the twins. "Cassandra never was my girlfriend, was she?"

"We don't know what you're talking about," said Fred. "Of course she was your girlfriend!"

"Although we always knew she fancied Flint," continued George. "I guess that's what comes from trusting a Slytherin, Oliver."

Oliver noticed the three younger children next to him laughing. He highly doubted this situation was funny in the least bit. So what were they on about?

"What's so funny?" asked Oliver.

"Just the fact that you're actually believing what my brothers are telling you," replied a freckle faced, red haired boy.

"What do you mean?" asked Oliver. Fred and George were glaring at the boy behind his back.

"Oh come off it, boys," lectured the bushy haired girl. "How you've gotten away with this so far is beyond me but don't you think you aught to tell Oliver the truth?"

"What truth?" asked Oliver.

"There's nothing to tell," snapped Fred. "Now pipe down, you're going to confuse him."

"He's already confused!" said the red head. "He thinks you two are his best friends."

"But aren't they-?" asked Oliver.

"We are his best friends," insisted George. "Don't go putting ideas into his head."

The boy laughed. "The next thing we know, you'll be telling him Snape's his father."

Oliver stared at him. Fred and George grinned. The twins younger brother's eyes went wide and his friends were forced to contain their laughter. The bespectacled boy began to cough. The girl did not look pleased.

"You two are so mean!" she said.

"Oh shove off, Hermione," dismissed George. "We're not doing any harm."

The twins continued to argue with Hermione about Oliver. Oliver just sat there, trying to make sense out of all of this. The twins were lying to him… no they were telling the truth… no it was all a lie… no it was the truth… well what was it? The truth or just a bunch of lies? Oliver didn't know who to believe. And all of this was giving him a headache.

"You should tell him the truth!"

"We have!"

"No, you're just messing with his head!"

"Are not!"

"Stop being so childish!"

"Who are you? McGonagall?"

"Knock it off!" The arguing stopped. Oliver stood up from the table. "I can't take this! I still haven't got my memory back and you lot AREN'T HELPING!!!" Oliver sighed, rubbing his temples. He had a ringing in his ears. "I need some air…"

Oliver turned around and left the hall. The twins sighed. The idiot first year had to ruin their fun. No matter, as long as they found Oliver after things wouldn't change… they hoped.

Oliver, meanwhile, had decided to make his way over to the only place he felt comfortable; the Quidditch pitch. He still didn't know why but something about that place seemed welcoming. He wanted to just be alone to think right now…

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Well that's it. Sorry if this chapter wasn't really humorous in your point of view but it WAS necessary for other things. Just be thankful I updated, k? Kewl.