A/N: Yes, I know I haven't updated in a really long time, but, hey, I'm bored, and I really don't know what to write most of the time... so, here we go again!
And by the way if I specified that it was a different year, after 3rd, when Oliver left, then, I really don't care -- I needed him to be there, so he's there....
Chapter 7
"Oliver!" George exclaimed angrily, storming into the Quidditch dressing rooms. Oliver, who had been sitting in the corner, making out with a short hair Ravenclaw, looked up, startled.
"Yes, George, did you need something?" he asked annoyed, though still blushing slightly, as he pulled his hand from the girl's blouse.
George stopped short, startled. Since when had Oliver turned into a jiggalo?
"Well?" Oliver pushed annoyedly, playing idily with a strand of the girls hair.
The girl, sensing the tension, leaned over and gave Oliver a kiss. "I'll talk to you later, baby," she smiled, standing up and straightening her skirt.
As she left, George turned and angrily grabbed Oliver's shirt front, which was more difficult, as it was unbuttoned about half way down his chest (::drools::). He pulled him up to where their noses were practically touching.
"Stay away from my WOMAN!" George growled, his face turning an angry color of red.
"Who, her? See she's just a random fan -- means nothing -- "
"No, not her! MORGAN!"
"Oh.. oh, Morgan! Yeah, I remember that..."
"Stay away from her," George growled, tightening his grip.
"What do you care? Since when do is she "your" woman -- I saw you guys at that party -- spin the bottle, you know that isn't exactly the ideal hook up game... real meaningful connection there, Georgey -- " he stopped talking as George dealt him a sharp blow across the face.
"It doesn't matter how we connected -- we probably connected more than any of you and your little sluts do -- "
"Then why're you worried about it?" Oliver asked, attempting to smirk, though a searing pain in his surely bleeding lip stopped him, along with the look George gave him.
"Stay away from my girl," George repeated.
"Why? Give me one good reason."
"Because.... because I love her, you asshole," George replied, dropping Oliver and quickly exiting the dressing room.
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A/N: Ok, here's another dreadfully short chapter, I'm sorry... ::shrugs:: I'm updating because once again I was threatened into submission... j/k, I did this cause I was bored, and to make Morgan happy... :)
And by the way if I specified that it was a different year, after 3rd, when Oliver left, then, I really don't care -- I needed him to be there, so he's there....
Chapter 7
"Oliver!" George exclaimed angrily, storming into the Quidditch dressing rooms. Oliver, who had been sitting in the corner, making out with a short hair Ravenclaw, looked up, startled.
"Yes, George, did you need something?" he asked annoyed, though still blushing slightly, as he pulled his hand from the girl's blouse.
George stopped short, startled. Since when had Oliver turned into a jiggalo?
"Well?" Oliver pushed annoyedly, playing idily with a strand of the girls hair.
The girl, sensing the tension, leaned over and gave Oliver a kiss. "I'll talk to you later, baby," she smiled, standing up and straightening her skirt.
As she left, George turned and angrily grabbed Oliver's shirt front, which was more difficult, as it was unbuttoned about half way down his chest (::drools::). He pulled him up to where their noses were practically touching.
"Stay away from my WOMAN!" George growled, his face turning an angry color of red.
"Who, her? See she's just a random fan -- means nothing -- "
"No, not her! MORGAN!"
"Oh.. oh, Morgan! Yeah, I remember that..."
"Stay away from her," George growled, tightening his grip.
"What do you care? Since when do is she "your" woman -- I saw you guys at that party -- spin the bottle, you know that isn't exactly the ideal hook up game... real meaningful connection there, Georgey -- " he stopped talking as George dealt him a sharp blow across the face.
"It doesn't matter how we connected -- we probably connected more than any of you and your little sluts do -- "
"Then why're you worried about it?" Oliver asked, attempting to smirk, though a searing pain in his surely bleeding lip stopped him, along with the look George gave him.
"Stay away from my girl," George repeated.
"Why? Give me one good reason."
"Because.... because I love her, you asshole," George replied, dropping Oliver and quickly exiting the dressing room.
******
A/N: Ok, here's another dreadfully short chapter, I'm sorry... ::shrugs:: I'm updating because once again I was threatened into submission... j/k, I did this cause I was bored, and to make Morgan happy... :)