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Chapter Two: Win and Lose

The next morning, dawning bright and early. The day of the Quidditch Cup Final. This game would determine if Gryffindor would finally get the cup after so many years. It would also determine if Oliver Wood were ever to grab the cup for his team. Throughout breakfast, Oliver was pacing up and down the table, telling his teammates to eat a good breakfast, although he never sat down himself. His stomach was in such a knot that he couldn't possibly eat anything. As he paced, he kept looking towards the Entrance Hall as well as up and down the Hufflepuff table. There was no sign of Cameron. Surely she hadn't slept in, not on the day of the Quidditch Final. Oliver needed her in the crowd cheering him on. He needed to see her before the game. He never played without so much as a short, calming talk with her. He would surely lose if he didn't see her. It was an omen. If she broke his pregame routine he'd surely play the worst game of his life. No professional Quidditch talent scout would bother to look at him if he didn't play well, especially now, the one that mattered. It was luck that had gotten his team here, but it would come down to skill in the end. But all Oliver's skill seemed to be locked away safely somewhere and Cameron had the key.

Finally Oliver decided that he could not wait for her any longer. He uprooted his team from their breakfast and marched them off towards the pitch. He analyzed the weather conditions as he always did, but he didn't really have any idea of what he was saying. As the doors of the castle broke open and the students began to flood towards the pitch, he ordered them into the locker rooms. Still no sign of Cameron. Then there was a small knock on the door of the locker rooms. A flurry of hope rushed through Oliver as he opened the door. He nearly kissed Cameron when he saw her. He did settle for hugging her though. She was dressed in her black school robes, but had Oliver's Gryffindor scarf wrapped around her neck and a Gryffindor flag in her hand.

"Sorry! I get held up by Snape in the hallway," Cameron said from within his embrace.

"I was so worried," Oliver confessed.

"You'll do fine," Cameron said. "You've gotten your team this far, haven't you? Now listen, show them right from the start that you're not afraid. You deserve to be here more than they do. They're cheating, rotten slugs and you've earned your way here. They're bigger and they're going to play dirty I can guarantee that, but you just have to keep your composure and hope for some good calls."

"Okay," Oliver said, sighing in relief. He felt much better, despite his earlier anxiety. He turned to rejoin his team.

"And one more thing," Cameron said. Oliver turned back to her, hoping for more advice for his team. But what he got was nothing he had ever expected. She kissed him quickly on the cheek. "Good luck," she said before turning him around and pushing him back into the locker rooms before going to find her seat in the stands. Oliver was in a daze as he walked to his locker. It took him a moment to come to, and the second he did, he marched his team out of the dressing rooms feeling more confident than ever.

It was a close game to say the least. Gryffindor had to hold the Slytherins off by sixty points or they would lose the cup. Gryffindor, although in the lead throughout the game, was not far enough ahead that they had secured the cup. Hovering just sixty points ahead of Slytherin, it all came down to who caught the snitch. The score was eighty - twenty when Harry miraculously out flew the Slytherin seeker and grabbed the snitch right from out of his reach. The entire school, apart from the Slytherins, jumped out of their seats as Harry raised the snitch clutched in his hand above his head. Cameron, who had been sitting in one of the higher stands jumped up, her flag still in midair and began tearing down the stairs. The Gryffindor team were all huddled together, some crying, some smiling the widest they had ever smiled, and some jumping up and down. Cameron pushed her way through the crowd, sliding down the wooden banister to get to Oliver. As the mob made their way towards the scarlet clad team. Shoving people out her way unceremoniously, she ran at Oliver.

"YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed as she threw her arms around Oliver's neck and he picked her up and twirled her around, in spite of the group closing in on them.

"WE WON!!!!" Oliver yelled, tears forming in his hazel eyes. Cameron had never been more proud of Oliver in the eighteen years she had known him. Once they had stopped twirling, Cameron kept Oliver in her embrace. Caught in the emotion that poured over the crowd as they celebrated around the team, Cameron pressed her lips to Oliver's. Pleasantly surprised Oliver held her close to him, despite the sweat and tears that now covered his Quidditch robes. A moment later, they parted. Both were a bit stunned; Cameron at her own nerve and Oliver at the situation in general.

"I'm so proud of you, Oliver," Cameron said, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as well. She stepped back, wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her robes, wiped his tears away and hugged him again.

"Come on Oliver!" Angelina called to her captain. Oliver put his arms around Cameron's shoulders and she hugged him around the middle as they walked towards the platform where Dumbledore awaited the Gryffindor captain with the two-and-a-half foot tall golden Cup.

"Congratulations, Wood," Dumbledore said as he handed Oliver the trophy. Oliver shook the Headmaster's hand and raised the Cup above his head, tears still streaming down his face. The crowd cheered and screamed, especially the other Gryffindors and Cameron.

"You know there's going to be a party in the Gryffindor common room," Oliver remarked as he and Cameron made their way back towards the castle, the enormous Quidditch Cup under Oliver's right arm.

"Oliver, I know I spend a lot of time at the Gryffindor table, but you must remember that I don't actually belong there," Cameron said. "Besides, you've never let me into your common room before."

"This is a special occasion," Oliver said as he led the way to Gryffindor Tower. As they entered through the portait of the Fat Lady that Cameron had waited outside of so many times, the room exploded into applause as the Gryffindor Quidditch heros made their way to the party. Butterbeer and sweets of all types had been set out on the tables that under normal circumstances would have been covered in homework, books or playthings. The party began. Someone turned on the WWN and the butterbeer was passed throughout the room, while everyone recounted a version of the game that had been blown completely out of proportion.

"So after Flint nearly killed Angelina, I threw my bat at his head, just as a bit of a warning, mind. And she calls it a penalty shot!" Fred complained. Oliver and Cameron found a couch by the window that was slightly removed from the insanity of the party to talk.

"That really was an amazing game. You should be very proud."

"Thanks, but if you hadn't won that game, it would have been easier," Oliver teased.

"Shut up! We tried to call for a rematch, but even you said it was a fair finish," Cameron retorted, smiling.

"I know. Do you want another butterbeer?" Oliver asked.

"Sure." As Oliver left, a little fourth year girl came up to Cameron, a look of suppressed fury on her pointed little face.

"Are you his girlfriend?" she asked pointedly.

"Are you representing his fan club?" Cameron challenged.

"Yes."

"No."

"Thank you," the girl said as she skipped back over to a group of fourth years. Cameron, still a little surprised at the sudden confrontation, thought about her response. She had said flat out that she was not his girlfriend, but who was to say that she couldn't fill that role in the near future. She had surprised both herself and Oliver with her impromptu good luck and congratulatory kisses. Then after the game he had invited her to the common room for the first time in her seven years at Hogwarts and lifetime of knowing him. It was a night of firsts, and who was to say that it wouldn't be the night of a first romance between the two. Cameron looked around the warm room decked in scarlet and gold, probably more than usual due to the justification for the party. As she did, Oliver returned with two bottles of amber liquid after a little trouble from the Weasley twins. He passed one to Cameron and she took a sip.

"Do you fancy a walk?" Oliver asked. He had suddenly become very serious, much unlike the Oliver that had left. Cameron glanced at the Weasley twins that he had been chatting with, both of whom were watching the two closely, but looked away when she saw them. She then returned her gaze quickly to Oliver.

"Sure," Cameron said, not quite sure what to expect. The two of them made their way out towards the grounds as they had done so many times on the way to their late night Quidditch practices. They retraced their steps towards the Quidditch pitch, its towering stands casting long shadows in the crescent moonlight. The two were silent until they reached the pitch. Instead of walking out towards the grassy field of the pitch, they moved up to the stands. Oliver was the first to sit down, taking his seat in the Gryffindor section.

"What's going on between the two of us?" Oliver blurted out, disrupting the peaceful silence of the night.

"I'm not sure, Olly," Cameron answered.

"By chance were there any feelings behind those.... you know..." he trailed off, blushing profusely.

"Kisses?"

"Yeah."

"I don't really know what came over me, Oliver."

"I've been thinking about this since that stupid fan club started," Oliver confessed.

"Olly, that fan club's been meeting regularly since our fifth year," Cameron pointed out.

"I know," he said. "Since people started to find interest in me, try to catch my attention, I realized that the only eye I ever wanted to catch was yours." Cameron sat silent, waiting for more. When no explanation came she spoke.

"You've always had my eye, Olly. I've been here for you since the day I was born."

"But not the way you were today. Today was different than any other day that I've known you. You showed interest in me as more than a friend. I've wanted this since fifth year."

"Are you kidding?!" Cameron said loudly, not sounding amused at all. "Did the Weasley's put you up to this?! Some ruse to take advantage of something as simple as a good luck kiss?"

"No! Of course not, Cam."

"Then you're saying that you want to risk the possibility of something ruining nineteen years of friendship for a little romance?! A little action perhaps?!" Cameron was on her feet by now. She stood over Oliver, her anger mounting.

"You're blowing this out of proportion, Cam. Cam!" Oliver called, but Cameron had already run off. She sprinted back to the castle and didn't stop running until she was safely beneath her gold and black bedcover, tears flowing silently down her cheeks.