[AN:] Yes! I have returned! Stupid FanFiction.net suspended my subscription for some odd reason. (By the way, if FanFiction.net even THINKS about suspending it again after what I just said. . .well typed, they would be violating my constitutional rights. I have the right to freedom of speech, according to the first amendment so HA! HAHA!) Well, now I'm back! I bet you all missed me. ; ). Well this chapter is the longest, I believe. Hope you enjoy and see you at the bottom!
Chapter 11
Word Spreads
Oliver whistled as he made his way through the halls. He was in a particularly good mood that day. He didn't know why, but he felt as if nothing in the world could go wrong today.
He rounded a corner and saw Kathy making her way through the halls looking upset.
"Hey there," he said with a huge grin painted on his face.
She just ignored him and kept walking. He thought nothing of it and kept walking himself.
Oliver hadn't even walked five steps before he heard her reply, "George is a dick!"
Oliver turned around. "What?" he asked.
"You heard me," she began, "George Weasley is a dick."
Oliver snorted, "Why what happened?"
She walked back up to him and he knew this would take a while.
"Well," she began, "I was sitting down minding my own business when all of a sudden him and this rather pudgy looking sixth year come up to me and sit down. I thought nothing of it, I mean, guys always crowd around me."
Oliver tried to hide a giggle. Was this girl serious?
"Well anyways," she continued, "We were talking and all of a sudden Cho the Ho walks by and winks at George. And then as soon as she walks away he goes, 'Damn she's hot'. I was like what? All this time that he spent flirting with me, I thought he liked me! And then what happens? He likes the Ho!"
She slammed her fist onto the wall and Oliver jumped back.
"Wow, calm down. You don't wanna hurt yourself."
She turned around to face him. "Why do you care?"
He looked at her as he replied, "Because you're my friend. . ."
She smiled. Then suddenly that smile turned back into a frown and a single tear streaked her cheek.
"Don't cry," said Oliver. "Just forget about that cock. He doesn't know anything."
Kathy sniffled and Oliver put his arms around her.
"Don't worry," he said, "You'll find another hot guy to obsess about soon."
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"So, do you think he's still mad at you?" Hermione asked Harry while they were having lunch.
Harry looked down the table at Oliver who was engaged in a conversation about Quidditch with Lee Jordan.
"I don't know," he said.
"Well, I think you should talk to him. You don't want things to get worse between you two."
Harry looked at Hermione, "Yeah. . .I guess you're right."
"Morning mate," said Fred as he plopped down next to his two brothers.
"Morning," they replied in unison.
"So. . .what are we all talking about?" he asked his brothers, Harry and Hermione.
"Oh," began Hermione, "Not much."
"Yeah, those two are just mumbling to each other," replied Ron angrily.
Fred snorted. Oh how he enjoyed watching his little brother in the middle of one of his love dilemmas.
Pretty soon the Weasleys and Harry got into a heated conversation about which Quidditch team was better. In fact, they were so busy arguing that they didn't notice when Oliver came and sat down next to Harry.
Oliver watched all of them argue before he let out a laugh. This brought all of them back and Harry turned his head to see who was next to him.
"Hey mates," he said, winking at Harry.
'I guess he's not mad anymore' thought Harry.
Fred watched intently as Oliver touched Harry's arm whenever they talked and how Harry kept giving Oliver winks.
Finally Fred had enough. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got places to go and people to see."
He got up and left. Oliver followed him with his eyes until he couldn't see him anymore.
Soon after, Oliver and Harry got up and left too. They were walking by the stair case when, through the corner of his eye, Oliver thought he saw Fred and stopped dead. He turned around to see if he wasn't just going crazy. Unfortunately, it had been George who he had seen.
"Ollie, come on," said Harry, bringing Oliver back from his thoughts, "I wanna go down to the Quidditch field so we could practice our plays.
"Uhuh," mumbled Oliver.
Once they left, a tall, dark haired girl appeared from behind the stair case.
"Ollie?" she asked herself.
"No, no, no!" screamed Oliver. "What were you thinking?"
Angelina lowered her head, "I'm sorry Oliver, It was an accident."
"Well we can't afford these accidents! What if this had been a real game?! We would have lost, Angelina! We would have lost thanks to you!"
"I said I was sorry. . ." said Angelina. "Why do you have to be so mean?"
Oliver sighed. All these things that were going on lately were making him so stressed out.
"Look," he began, "If I am forced to repeat this year then I want to win the Quidditch Cup. If it hadn't been for one of Fred and George's stupid pranks I wouldn't even be here. But, since I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, I am."
Angelina looked up and sighed, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well," Oliver sighed, "It's like a second chance. We lost the last cup, so I wanna win this one really bad since this is my last year.
"Alright, I'll try not to screw up next time," said Angelina.
The rest of the practice pretty much went like that. Someone would make a mistake and Oliver would yell at them. He had yelled at Katie so bad that she ran off crying and he had to end the practice early. All the joy he had had that morning disappeared and he couldn't even believe he had thought this would have been a wonderful day.
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"Don't worry Ollie, it will get better," said Harry trying to make Oliver feel better after practice had ended.
"I don't think so. Everyone has been slacking off lately. The only one who even tries anymore is you."
"That's not true," said Harry, "everyone is trying. They just aren't good enough through your eyes."
Oliver sighed, "Yeah maybe you're right."
Harry put his arm around Oliver's waist as he said, "Don't worry, we'll win. For you."
Oliver looked up. This was one of the moments where he was glad that he had Harry around. He leaned in and gave Harry a kiss.
"Are you sure it was them?" Parvati asked Kathy.
"I'm positive! Anyone can tell Oliver's sexy figure from a mile away! And I was barely five feet from them!"
"No, but that's impossible! I always thought Harry fancied Hermione! Wow, was I wrong. . ."
"Can you picture how surprised *I* was? I mean, first Oliver's flirting with me after the whole George thing by hugging me and then all of a sudden he's snogging Harry! Not to mention Harry is going around calling Oliver 'Ollie'"
"Do you think anyone else knows?" asked Parvati.
"They will soon enough," replied Kathy as they both walked out of the Common Room.
[AN:] So, how do you like? Pretty good huh? Well, please review and if you have any friends that are a member of FanFiction.net please get them to read my story!!! Until next time!
Chapter 11
Word Spreads
Oliver whistled as he made his way through the halls. He was in a particularly good mood that day. He didn't know why, but he felt as if nothing in the world could go wrong today.
He rounded a corner and saw Kathy making her way through the halls looking upset.
"Hey there," he said with a huge grin painted on his face.
She just ignored him and kept walking. He thought nothing of it and kept walking himself.
Oliver hadn't even walked five steps before he heard her reply, "George is a dick!"
Oliver turned around. "What?" he asked.
"You heard me," she began, "George Weasley is a dick."
Oliver snorted, "Why what happened?"
She walked back up to him and he knew this would take a while.
"Well," she began, "I was sitting down minding my own business when all of a sudden him and this rather pudgy looking sixth year come up to me and sit down. I thought nothing of it, I mean, guys always crowd around me."
Oliver tried to hide a giggle. Was this girl serious?
"Well anyways," she continued, "We were talking and all of a sudden Cho the Ho walks by and winks at George. And then as soon as she walks away he goes, 'Damn she's hot'. I was like what? All this time that he spent flirting with me, I thought he liked me! And then what happens? He likes the Ho!"
She slammed her fist onto the wall and Oliver jumped back.
"Wow, calm down. You don't wanna hurt yourself."
She turned around to face him. "Why do you care?"
He looked at her as he replied, "Because you're my friend. . ."
She smiled. Then suddenly that smile turned back into a frown and a single tear streaked her cheek.
"Don't cry," said Oliver. "Just forget about that cock. He doesn't know anything."
Kathy sniffled and Oliver put his arms around her.
"Don't worry," he said, "You'll find another hot guy to obsess about soon."
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"So, do you think he's still mad at you?" Hermione asked Harry while they were having lunch.
Harry looked down the table at Oliver who was engaged in a conversation about Quidditch with Lee Jordan.
"I don't know," he said.
"Well, I think you should talk to him. You don't want things to get worse between you two."
Harry looked at Hermione, "Yeah. . .I guess you're right."
"Morning mate," said Fred as he plopped down next to his two brothers.
"Morning," they replied in unison.
"So. . .what are we all talking about?" he asked his brothers, Harry and Hermione.
"Oh," began Hermione, "Not much."
"Yeah, those two are just mumbling to each other," replied Ron angrily.
Fred snorted. Oh how he enjoyed watching his little brother in the middle of one of his love dilemmas.
Pretty soon the Weasleys and Harry got into a heated conversation about which Quidditch team was better. In fact, they were so busy arguing that they didn't notice when Oliver came and sat down next to Harry.
Oliver watched all of them argue before he let out a laugh. This brought all of them back and Harry turned his head to see who was next to him.
"Hey mates," he said, winking at Harry.
'I guess he's not mad anymore' thought Harry.
Fred watched intently as Oliver touched Harry's arm whenever they talked and how Harry kept giving Oliver winks.
Finally Fred had enough. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got places to go and people to see."
He got up and left. Oliver followed him with his eyes until he couldn't see him anymore.
Soon after, Oliver and Harry got up and left too. They were walking by the stair case when, through the corner of his eye, Oliver thought he saw Fred and stopped dead. He turned around to see if he wasn't just going crazy. Unfortunately, it had been George who he had seen.
"Ollie, come on," said Harry, bringing Oliver back from his thoughts, "I wanna go down to the Quidditch field so we could practice our plays.
"Uhuh," mumbled Oliver.
Once they left, a tall, dark haired girl appeared from behind the stair case.
"Ollie?" she asked herself.
"No, no, no!" screamed Oliver. "What were you thinking?"
Angelina lowered her head, "I'm sorry Oliver, It was an accident."
"Well we can't afford these accidents! What if this had been a real game?! We would have lost, Angelina! We would have lost thanks to you!"
"I said I was sorry. . ." said Angelina. "Why do you have to be so mean?"
Oliver sighed. All these things that were going on lately were making him so stressed out.
"Look," he began, "If I am forced to repeat this year then I want to win the Quidditch Cup. If it hadn't been for one of Fred and George's stupid pranks I wouldn't even be here. But, since I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, I am."
Angelina looked up and sighed, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well," Oliver sighed, "It's like a second chance. We lost the last cup, so I wanna win this one really bad since this is my last year.
"Alright, I'll try not to screw up next time," said Angelina.
The rest of the practice pretty much went like that. Someone would make a mistake and Oliver would yell at them. He had yelled at Katie so bad that she ran off crying and he had to end the practice early. All the joy he had had that morning disappeared and he couldn't even believe he had thought this would have been a wonderful day.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Don't worry Ollie, it will get better," said Harry trying to make Oliver feel better after practice had ended.
"I don't think so. Everyone has been slacking off lately. The only one who even tries anymore is you."
"That's not true," said Harry, "everyone is trying. They just aren't good enough through your eyes."
Oliver sighed, "Yeah maybe you're right."
Harry put his arm around Oliver's waist as he said, "Don't worry, we'll win. For you."
Oliver looked up. This was one of the moments where he was glad that he had Harry around. He leaned in and gave Harry a kiss.
"Are you sure it was them?" Parvati asked Kathy.
"I'm positive! Anyone can tell Oliver's sexy figure from a mile away! And I was barely five feet from them!"
"No, but that's impossible! I always thought Harry fancied Hermione! Wow, was I wrong. . ."
"Can you picture how surprised *I* was? I mean, first Oliver's flirting with me after the whole George thing by hugging me and then all of a sudden he's snogging Harry! Not to mention Harry is going around calling Oliver 'Ollie'"
"Do you think anyone else knows?" asked Parvati.
"They will soon enough," replied Kathy as they both walked out of the Common Room.
[AN:] So, how do you like? Pretty good huh? Well, please review and if you have any friends that are a member of FanFiction.net please get them to read my story!!! Until next time!