To the ruler of FanFiction-Land; if this story sucks, please don't send the wrath of angry readers. Thankies!
A/N: For the purposes of this story, Oliver is only a year ahead of Harry and his crew. And, as you'll probably come to guess in later chapters, the Second War has been fought. Guess who won. w00t!
Disclaimer: For something totally new and different, I don't own Harry Potter! Wow, how retro.
Surrounded by his usual band of followers, Oliver Wood tried to walk the halls of Hogwart's towards the Great Hall. Lunch was only a few corridors away, and his growling stomach reminded him of it. But with the knot of girls practically stepping on him, it'd be a miracle to get there before Christmas Break.
"Excuse me ladies, I need to stop off here." Oliver slightly shouted over the group, trying to be heard. He was pointing to the bathroom, the only place he could think of where they would leave him alone. Forget a miracle, he could unite the four houses. The girls anyway.
"Aaawwww…" Came the chorus of replies, as he sauntered to the bathroom doors.
He could still hear them fawning over his departing figure as he closed the doors. Heading over to a sink, he rinsed his face and looked in the mirror.
A recognizable voice came from behind him.
"Just the person I wanted to see. Hello Oliver"