Chapter 3 - Insults, Insults, Insults
I made my way into the Great Hall for breakfast, and sat next to Oliver, Judy(his girlfriend, how could I forget), Fred, George, Ron, Harry, and Alicia. We were all eating happily, well maybe not me. How could I be happy when I should be sad? I forcefully shoved a spoonful of Cornflakes into my mouth as I saw Oliver grab Judy's hand. Why was I feeling so uneasy? Was it the thought of me cheating on Penny? I knew that I would never do that. With all that was going on, all the threats written on the third floor wall next to the lavatory I found Ron and Harry in, talking about mudbloods and the heir of Slytherin. Usually I would always see all my siblings that attended Hogwarts at the table, but today I hadn't seen my little sister, Ginny Weasley. She had been really frightened about the whole petrifying thing.
"Hey Percy!" said a girl from the Ravenclaw table waving at me. Oliver, Fred, George, Judy, Ron, Harry, and Alicia all turned to look at her and they smirked. I turned a little pink and waved back.
"Sheesh Percy!" smiled Fred.
"Wha?" I asked a little off.
"You've turned into such a great ladies man! I didn't even know!" smiled George.
"Our Ickle Percival is growing up so fast!" sighed Fred wiping away a fake tear. George and Fred pretended to console each other. I shook my head and stared at my barely eaten bowl of cereal. Every one else was trying to stifle their laughter. Then all of a sudden Oliver bust out with such rage about Quidditch being canceled.
"I still can't believe it! What rotten luck, I swear! There just had to be a stupid Slytherin monster lurking about the halls!" sighed Oliver frustrated.
"Get off it Wood!" I exclaimed.
"What are you getting at Weasley?" asked Alicia.
"They canceled Quidditch because of it!" Oliver said through gritted teeth.
"Get over it!" I said giving him a look. Judy was looking from me to Oliver and back again. Her expression showed worry.
"Oliver ..." she said pulling at his robes. Oliver, ignoring Judy's attempt to stop him from making a scene, glared at me. He hated when people talked about his sport.
"Oh what do you know Mr. Prefect. You hate flying! You can't even PLAY Quidditch!" I stood up offended.
"I know lots Oliver! Unlike you, you dumb jock! And you know what? You SUCK at Quidditch!" It was Oliver's turn to look offended and his mouth hung open. Everyone at the table around us had their mouths hanging open in shock also. They have never seen me or Oliver fight before. Even if it was about something stupid. Judy suddenly stood up and glared at me. Instead of her nice blue eyes, they were cold and menacing.
"I've only been introduced to you for one day, and I thought you were nice. I actually thought you were nothing your brothers said you were! I was soo naive!" I stood bewildered as she continued to ream me. "Don't you ever, EVER tell Oliver he sucks at Quidditch! You have NO RIGHT to say that! Unless you can be a better keeper than him, then I highly, HIGHLY advise you to keep your mouth shut!" The hall went quiet and I could tell my ears were burning red.
"I-I-I ..." I stuttered trying to come up with some come back. Before I could say anything, Oliver got up and Judy followed. I looked around at the faces of my friends, none of them wanting to look at me.
"Who does he think he is!?!" bellowed Oliver as I practically ran to keep up with him as we made our way up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. In all her life of knowing Oliver Wood, she had never seen him get this way about anything else but Quidditch. He hated it when people criticized him about the way he played his most favorite game. Once they reached the common room, the Fat Lady asked for the password and Oliver yelled it back. The portrait had an aghast expression on her face.
"Oh Fat Lady," I began, "I'm soo sorry! He's in a foul mood." I explained sheepishly as I ran to catch up with Oliver. I found him thrashing about and kicking the rug as I watched him where I was standing. I slowly made my way to him and stood next to the long couch. He looked up at me and stopped.
"Do I really suck at Quidditch?" he asked, his face stricken with sadness. I made my way to his side and put my arms around him, giving him a comforting hug.
"You DO NOT suck at Quidditch. You hear that. Don't listen to that git. He doesn't know what he's talking about." I said lifting up his chin, so he could look at me in the eyes. He leaned down and kissed me gently. We mostly never got time alone anymore. Ever since the attacks started, it felt good to be alone. Oliver put his arms around my waist and lifted me a little off the ground with his strong arms to deepen the kiss. Even though I was taller than most of the girls in Gryffindor, Oliver was still taller than me. I had to be on my tip-toes to kiss him. But I wasn't complaining, he was a good kisser.
"Do you know you make me feel like the luckiest wizard in the world?" he asked as he leaned down and gave me a peck on the lips.
"Well Mr. Lucky Wizard, we have got to get to class, I have McGonagall first, and if she finds out that I made you late for your first class, I'll have to write up a nice long essay about something. So lets go!" I said kissing him on the cheek and dragging him out of the common room.
On my way to McGonagall's class I had left Oliver at Divination, and was now rounding the corner of the hallway when I noticed someone was waiting at the door for me. As I got closer, I saw that it was Percy.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly.
"I just came to see ... to see how Oliver was." he said looking sad.
"He's just peachy after having a fight with his BEST FRIEND!" I said incredulously. "How do you think he feels?" I asked turning red.
"Well, maybe if he got over his obsession with Quidditch and actually cared about something else, he wouldn't leave himself wide-open!" he snapped back. I gave him a piercing glare.
"So did you just come to insult my boyfriend some more? Just go away you P-I-N-H-E-A-D P-R-E-F-E-C-T!" I said the last part slowly and loudly. Percy turned red and stalked off. I scoffed at him and then walked into McGonagall's class and sat down infront of the twins. They both gave a low whistle.
"Are you okay Judes?" asked Fred from behind me. I turned around and sighed.
"I just called your brother a Pinhead Prefect to his face." George and Fred smirked.
"Serves him right." smiled Fred. "No one insults Judy's dear ol' Ollie."
"You learn so fast. I'm so proud of you Judes!" grinned George. "Now Fred, you were saying we had no influence on her! She's starting to pick it up!" he smiled warmly.
"You should have seen the way Ron and Harry were looking at you when you defended Oliver. They were practically beaming!" laughed Fred.
"Really?" I asked giggling.
"Yea, I saw it! I thought they were petrified!" George laughed. I couldn't help but laugh myself.
"Wow, The-Boy-Who-Lived has a crush on me! I feel soo loved!" I giggled as McGonagall walked in and we all quieted down. Class went by fast and we had gotten out twenty minutes early so we could get walked to our next class, Potions. As we were walking, Fred, George, and I were talking about Quidditch. Oliver had tried to get me to try out for the Quidditch team ever since I came to Hogwarts. I always played as the position of one of the Chasers, but my fear of not being good enough had stopped me from going to tryouts. Oliver had said he was okay with everything, but I knew he was disappointed in me for not trying out at least. We got to Snape's class and took our seats, he came in a minute later and started the lesson on some draught that contained Wolf's Bane. I stifled a yawn and started to lazily write down some notes.
I made my way into the Great Hall for breakfast, and sat next to Oliver, Judy(his girlfriend, how could I forget), Fred, George, Ron, Harry, and Alicia. We were all eating happily, well maybe not me. How could I be happy when I should be sad? I forcefully shoved a spoonful of Cornflakes into my mouth as I saw Oliver grab Judy's hand. Why was I feeling so uneasy? Was it the thought of me cheating on Penny? I knew that I would never do that. With all that was going on, all the threats written on the third floor wall next to the lavatory I found Ron and Harry in, talking about mudbloods and the heir of Slytherin. Usually I would always see all my siblings that attended Hogwarts at the table, but today I hadn't seen my little sister, Ginny Weasley. She had been really frightened about the whole petrifying thing.
"Hey Percy!" said a girl from the Ravenclaw table waving at me. Oliver, Fred, George, Judy, Ron, Harry, and Alicia all turned to look at her and they smirked. I turned a little pink and waved back.
"Sheesh Percy!" smiled Fred.
"Wha?" I asked a little off.
"You've turned into such a great ladies man! I didn't even know!" smiled George.
"Our Ickle Percival is growing up so fast!" sighed Fred wiping away a fake tear. George and Fred pretended to console each other. I shook my head and stared at my barely eaten bowl of cereal. Every one else was trying to stifle their laughter. Then all of a sudden Oliver bust out with such rage about Quidditch being canceled.
"I still can't believe it! What rotten luck, I swear! There just had to be a stupid Slytherin monster lurking about the halls!" sighed Oliver frustrated.
"Get off it Wood!" I exclaimed.
"What are you getting at Weasley?" asked Alicia.
"They canceled Quidditch because of it!" Oliver said through gritted teeth.
"Get over it!" I said giving him a look. Judy was looking from me to Oliver and back again. Her expression showed worry.
"Oliver ..." she said pulling at his robes. Oliver, ignoring Judy's attempt to stop him from making a scene, glared at me. He hated when people talked about his sport.
"Oh what do you know Mr. Prefect. You hate flying! You can't even PLAY Quidditch!" I stood up offended.
"I know lots Oliver! Unlike you, you dumb jock! And you know what? You SUCK at Quidditch!" It was Oliver's turn to look offended and his mouth hung open. Everyone at the table around us had their mouths hanging open in shock also. They have never seen me or Oliver fight before. Even if it was about something stupid. Judy suddenly stood up and glared at me. Instead of her nice blue eyes, they were cold and menacing.
"I've only been introduced to you for one day, and I thought you were nice. I actually thought you were nothing your brothers said you were! I was soo naive!" I stood bewildered as she continued to ream me. "Don't you ever, EVER tell Oliver he sucks at Quidditch! You have NO RIGHT to say that! Unless you can be a better keeper than him, then I highly, HIGHLY advise you to keep your mouth shut!" The hall went quiet and I could tell my ears were burning red.
"I-I-I ..." I stuttered trying to come up with some come back. Before I could say anything, Oliver got up and Judy followed. I looked around at the faces of my friends, none of them wanting to look at me.
"Who does he think he is!?!" bellowed Oliver as I practically ran to keep up with him as we made our way up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. In all her life of knowing Oliver Wood, she had never seen him get this way about anything else but Quidditch. He hated it when people criticized him about the way he played his most favorite game. Once they reached the common room, the Fat Lady asked for the password and Oliver yelled it back. The portrait had an aghast expression on her face.
"Oh Fat Lady," I began, "I'm soo sorry! He's in a foul mood." I explained sheepishly as I ran to catch up with Oliver. I found him thrashing about and kicking the rug as I watched him where I was standing. I slowly made my way to him and stood next to the long couch. He looked up at me and stopped.
"Do I really suck at Quidditch?" he asked, his face stricken with sadness. I made my way to his side and put my arms around him, giving him a comforting hug.
"You DO NOT suck at Quidditch. You hear that. Don't listen to that git. He doesn't know what he's talking about." I said lifting up his chin, so he could look at me in the eyes. He leaned down and kissed me gently. We mostly never got time alone anymore. Ever since the attacks started, it felt good to be alone. Oliver put his arms around my waist and lifted me a little off the ground with his strong arms to deepen the kiss. Even though I was taller than most of the girls in Gryffindor, Oliver was still taller than me. I had to be on my tip-toes to kiss him. But I wasn't complaining, he was a good kisser.
"Do you know you make me feel like the luckiest wizard in the world?" he asked as he leaned down and gave me a peck on the lips.
"Well Mr. Lucky Wizard, we have got to get to class, I have McGonagall first, and if she finds out that I made you late for your first class, I'll have to write up a nice long essay about something. So lets go!" I said kissing him on the cheek and dragging him out of the common room.
On my way to McGonagall's class I had left Oliver at Divination, and was now rounding the corner of the hallway when I noticed someone was waiting at the door for me. As I got closer, I saw that it was Percy.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly.
"I just came to see ... to see how Oliver was." he said looking sad.
"He's just peachy after having a fight with his BEST FRIEND!" I said incredulously. "How do you think he feels?" I asked turning red.
"Well, maybe if he got over his obsession with Quidditch and actually cared about something else, he wouldn't leave himself wide-open!" he snapped back. I gave him a piercing glare.
"So did you just come to insult my boyfriend some more? Just go away you P-I-N-H-E-A-D P-R-E-F-E-C-T!" I said the last part slowly and loudly. Percy turned red and stalked off. I scoffed at him and then walked into McGonagall's class and sat down infront of the twins. They both gave a low whistle.
"Are you okay Judes?" asked Fred from behind me. I turned around and sighed.
"I just called your brother a Pinhead Prefect to his face." George and Fred smirked.
"Serves him right." smiled Fred. "No one insults Judy's dear ol' Ollie."
"You learn so fast. I'm so proud of you Judes!" grinned George. "Now Fred, you were saying we had no influence on her! She's starting to pick it up!" he smiled warmly.
"You should have seen the way Ron and Harry were looking at you when you defended Oliver. They were practically beaming!" laughed Fred.
"Really?" I asked giggling.
"Yea, I saw it! I thought they were petrified!" George laughed. I couldn't help but laugh myself.
"Wow, The-Boy-Who-Lived has a crush on me! I feel soo loved!" I giggled as McGonagall walked in and we all quieted down. Class went by fast and we had gotten out twenty minutes early so we could get walked to our next class, Potions. As we were walking, Fred, George, and I were talking about Quidditch. Oliver had tried to get me to try out for the Quidditch team ever since I came to Hogwarts. I always played as the position of one of the Chasers, but my fear of not being good enough had stopped me from going to tryouts. Oliver had said he was okay with everything, but I knew he was disappointed in me for not trying out at least. We got to Snape's class and took our seats, he came in a minute later and started the lesson on some draught that contained Wolf's Bane. I stifled a yawn and started to lazily write down some notes.
