After a quidditch practice that extended well into dinner, Wood finally found a seat at the Gryffindor table between Percy Weasley and Angelina Johnson. Both of whom seemed to be amused with their own conversations by now. It had been a good ten minutes after he let the team go that he himself had finally decided to head in to get some food. Just watching Harry on the Firebolt gave him hope that they could actually win the Quidditch Cup this year.
Looking up from a cracker he was nibbling on, Oliver suddenly turned his attention to the Hufflepuff table to make out the handsome features of Cedric Diggory. He really was nice to look at. A relief from flying quafles and bludgers anyway. But then of course there was the girl across from him that he had learned was named Sarah something or other. He'd been told that he was supposed to meet up with the girl's friend at the next Hogsmeade visit.
Dinner ended soon enough, and Wood made way toward the grand staircase. The big game was tomorrow, and he could think of nothing else. Well, almost nothing. Just as he was about to step onto one of the staircases when it arrived at his feet, a voice called out behind him.
"Hey Wood, wait up!" Cedric called out, jogging up next to him.
"Diggory, you can't keep coming out of nowhere like this," Oliver smiled over to him, watching the staircase move with a sigh.
"Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to wish you luck tomorrow," Cedric declared, sending that charming smile back toward the gryffindor.
"Thanks, it should be an interesting game. You should have seen Davies when he found out Harry had a Firebolt. The look on his face was priceless," he chuckled. "So," Oliver glanced around for a moment. "Where's... what's-her-name?"
"Sarah? She had to go do a little research at the library for a paper," Cedric spoke, watching the stairces now with interest. "Listen, it's not too late if you want to get out of this stupid blind date she has planned."
"Why?" Oliver asked with a confused expression, "She's not some lunatic, is she?"
"No, no. I just didn't think you'd be into... going on a date right now," Cedric responded hesitantly.
"What are you trying to say Diggory?" Wood turned to the Hufflepuff male with a suspicious look on his face.
"Nothing! Let's just drop it." Cedric spoke, moving onto the staircase as it came now.
The now furious Gryffindor wouldn't take that for an answer. Grabbing Cedric by the arm, he pulled him off the staircase and pushed him back into a nearby wall. Using a very little percentage of his mind at this point, Wood pulled out his wand and held it to the other boy's throat.
"No, you're going to tell me what you were implying!" Oliver roared, noticing a few first years running off hurridly at the sight.
"I'm not telling you anything until you get that thing away from me!" Cedric roared back with equal force in his voice.
Slowly Wood dropped the wand to his side, tucking it back into his pocket.
"I just meant that I haven't seen you with anyone lately and I figured you'd find someone on your own time if you wanted to be dating someone. It was stupid of Sarah to get involved in the whole thing," Cedric spoke, standing up straight and trying to compose himself.
"I'm going up to my dormitory," Oliver said blankly, his frustration slowly dying down.
"Let me walk with you," Cedric said with a pleading look in his eyes as they both stepped onto the staircase that suddenly began shifting upward.
"Why?" he asked point blank.
"Because I want to. I like spending time with you," Cedric admitted.
"Standing on a bunch of moving staircases hardly counts as spending time together," Wood spoke with an edge to his voice.
"Well maybe I want to spend more time with you. Maybe I had fun that day in Hogsmeade, and just maybe you did too."
"You have no clue how crazy you're sounding, do you? Go back to your girlfriend Diggory," Oliver spoke, rolling his eyes.
"Shut up," Cedric ordered.
"What did you--"
Before he even knew what was happening, Cedric's lips were against his own. So confused at everything that was happening, Oliver's head suddenly tilted to the side away from the embrace of Cedric's soft lips. He turned away toward the railing and starred down below, not really sure what to say.
"I can't," he finally blurted out as the staircase approached the sixth floor.
Feeling a comforting hans resting on one his shoulders, Oliver just continued starring down.
"I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking. You don't want this...?" Cedric asked, hurt by Oliver's actions that he was still trying to understand. The Gryffindor broke away from the firm grasp as the staircase came to a hault at the seventh floor and he walked off.
"I don't know what I want Cedric. I have a big game tomorrow, and I don't have time for your sick little fantasies. I thought being your friend was enough," Oliver blurted out, his back to the Hufflepuff boy who remained completely silent as the staircase began the process back down.
Moving into the Gryffindor Common Room past anyone that tried to confront him, Wood continued up the stairs to his dormitory. Moving to his bed, he sat down and pulled the curtain shut. Oliver buried his head in his hands and tried to clear his mind of everything that had just happened. It wasn't until he finally sat up straight and removed his hands that he realized that tears were streaming steadily down his face.
Looking up from a cracker he was nibbling on, Oliver suddenly turned his attention to the Hufflepuff table to make out the handsome features of Cedric Diggory. He really was nice to look at. A relief from flying quafles and bludgers anyway. But then of course there was the girl across from him that he had learned was named Sarah something or other. He'd been told that he was supposed to meet up with the girl's friend at the next Hogsmeade visit.
Dinner ended soon enough, and Wood made way toward the grand staircase. The big game was tomorrow, and he could think of nothing else. Well, almost nothing. Just as he was about to step onto one of the staircases when it arrived at his feet, a voice called out behind him.
"Hey Wood, wait up!" Cedric called out, jogging up next to him.
"Diggory, you can't keep coming out of nowhere like this," Oliver smiled over to him, watching the staircase move with a sigh.
"Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to wish you luck tomorrow," Cedric declared, sending that charming smile back toward the gryffindor.
"Thanks, it should be an interesting game. You should have seen Davies when he found out Harry had a Firebolt. The look on his face was priceless," he chuckled. "So," Oliver glanced around for a moment. "Where's... what's-her-name?"
"Sarah? She had to go do a little research at the library for a paper," Cedric spoke, watching the stairces now with interest. "Listen, it's not too late if you want to get out of this stupid blind date she has planned."
"Why?" Oliver asked with a confused expression, "She's not some lunatic, is she?"
"No, no. I just didn't think you'd be into... going on a date right now," Cedric responded hesitantly.
"What are you trying to say Diggory?" Wood turned to the Hufflepuff male with a suspicious look on his face.
"Nothing! Let's just drop it." Cedric spoke, moving onto the staircase as it came now.
The now furious Gryffindor wouldn't take that for an answer. Grabbing Cedric by the arm, he pulled him off the staircase and pushed him back into a nearby wall. Using a very little percentage of his mind at this point, Wood pulled out his wand and held it to the other boy's throat.
"No, you're going to tell me what you were implying!" Oliver roared, noticing a few first years running off hurridly at the sight.
"I'm not telling you anything until you get that thing away from me!" Cedric roared back with equal force in his voice.
Slowly Wood dropped the wand to his side, tucking it back into his pocket.
"I just meant that I haven't seen you with anyone lately and I figured you'd find someone on your own time if you wanted to be dating someone. It was stupid of Sarah to get involved in the whole thing," Cedric spoke, standing up straight and trying to compose himself.
"I'm going up to my dormitory," Oliver said blankly, his frustration slowly dying down.
"Let me walk with you," Cedric said with a pleading look in his eyes as they both stepped onto the staircase that suddenly began shifting upward.
"Why?" he asked point blank.
"Because I want to. I like spending time with you," Cedric admitted.
"Standing on a bunch of moving staircases hardly counts as spending time together," Wood spoke with an edge to his voice.
"Well maybe I want to spend more time with you. Maybe I had fun that day in Hogsmeade, and just maybe you did too."
"You have no clue how crazy you're sounding, do you? Go back to your girlfriend Diggory," Oliver spoke, rolling his eyes.
"Shut up," Cedric ordered.
"What did you--"
Before he even knew what was happening, Cedric's lips were against his own. So confused at everything that was happening, Oliver's head suddenly tilted to the side away from the embrace of Cedric's soft lips. He turned away toward the railing and starred down below, not really sure what to say.
"I can't," he finally blurted out as the staircase approached the sixth floor.
Feeling a comforting hans resting on one his shoulders, Oliver just continued starring down.
"I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking. You don't want this...?" Cedric asked, hurt by Oliver's actions that he was still trying to understand. The Gryffindor broke away from the firm grasp as the staircase came to a hault at the seventh floor and he walked off.
"I don't know what I want Cedric. I have a big game tomorrow, and I don't have time for your sick little fantasies. I thought being your friend was enough," Oliver blurted out, his back to the Hufflepuff boy who remained completely silent as the staircase began the process back down.
Moving into the Gryffindor Common Room past anyone that tried to confront him, Wood continued up the stairs to his dormitory. Moving to his bed, he sat down and pulled the curtain shut. Oliver buried his head in his hands and tried to clear his mind of everything that had just happened. It wasn't until he finally sat up straight and removed his hands that he realized that tears were streaming steadily down his face.