allright guys, I know I said I'd be posting in three part pages, but frankly, it's taking too long and I feel like I'm shunning my fanfic duties, so your going to have to deal with short chappies. sorry all, that's the way it's going to have to be unless you want to wait for like a month for each update. so, yea. enjoy!
disclaimer:I dont own any of it...that belongs to J.K. Rowling...everything else does though. big grin
Chapter 16 – Not Your Average Duel
I had stayed with Robyn over the break since my dad was somewhere on business and my brother was in some kind of college prep course. It had started off great. Then as Christmas started coming near, and the letters came also. She got a bunch, unfortunately, I got more. She started getting sour; I hadn't been sure what to do. The harder I tried, the more she refused me.
The first day back was a blast. The teachers didn't give much homework (except Snape of course) and there was another one of Oliver's games to attend soon. The moment I was back, I waited for him in the common room. I only had to wait about twenty minutes before he came rushing through the door. He looked around anxiously, but when he laid eyes on me his features instantly became soft; he smiled his charming grin and his eyes twinkled in happiness.
"What took you so long?" I asked playfully.
He ran at me, jumped, and wrapped his legs around me, causing me to fall back onto the couch in a fit of giggles. He instantly began stoking my hair and jawbone softly. He ran his slightly calloused hands gently down my neck, arms, and stomach.
"I'm still all here, I didn't loose any limbs don't worry." I whispered with a smile. He looked deep into my eyes.
"I missed you." He breathed. I stared into his big brown eyes and saw he was speaking his heart.
"I've missed you too."
He pressed his body firmly up against mine and held me (kind of like a hug, but laying down). He finally released, still sitting on me, and we locked eyes again. I ran my finger along his jaw, causing him to smile down at me. I held his chin and pulled him gently into a kiss.
I was so entranced by the moment that I didn't hear the portrait door open.
"Ugh...cant you wait till at least the second day before you shag in public?" I heard George say. It started me, and I bucked against Oliver accidentally.
"Whoo! It's getting wild! Can we watch?" Fred taunted. I didn't have time to give a witty response; Oliver was grinding against my hips and kissing me roughly. I waved my hand at the twins, giving them the 'shoo!' motion before wrapping it around the back of Oliver's neck. Thank god most people were visiting friends on the first day back, and the few that passed by didn't say anything.
The heated scene lasted about ten minutes before he wrapped my legs around him and carried me up to his dormitory. He half-threw me on his bed, ripped of his robes and shirt, climbed on the bed and closed the curtains around us. He kissed my neck softly; he knew it was my 'spot'. I gasped. I tried undoing my robes while kissing him but it wasn't working. I swore and broke the kiss momentarily, at which he whimpered and ripped off my blouse, sending a spray of buttons everywhere.
He stopped, stunned. He looked amazed and ran his fingers lightly across my white stomach, over my soft small curves. He grabbed my hips suddenly and thrust against me fiercely again and again. Even though we were still halfway clothed the friction was delicious. I stiffed a moan and heard him do the same soon afterward. He lay on top of me, panting and sweaty. I was sweaty and out of breath too, but I loved feeling his weight on my body, it reminded me that it was real, that he was really here with me. After a few minutes he rolled to my side. I heard him chuckle quietly, still lacking breath.
"What?" I smiled, wondering if I had done it right.
"I've definitely got to change my pants before dinner." I laughed with him. I thought that I had felt something sticky warmth on my thigh, but I had thought it was sweat. Maybe it was, I wasn't going to check and find out.
"Lay on top of me again." I requested.
"You want more?" he asked, obviously bewildered. I laughed.
"Well, not quite yet, I just like feeling your body on me t makes me feel safe." He climbed back on top of me looking at me lovingly.
"Oh Oliver." I sighed.
"shhh..." he began covering me with soft kisses along my face and neck, down my chest and stomach. I tingled through my entire body.
"I love you," I said into his mouth as he was kissing my lips once more.
"And I you" he said, ending the kiss and tracing me with his fingers, inspecting my body again.
"Oh, god Amy... I'm so sorry." He said regretfully. He had a pained look on his face and was stroking my sides.
"What?" I asked concerned that he was now unsure of what we had done.
"I bruised you... I never want to hurt you. Ever." I looked down at the tender area that was my hips. I had long purple oval bruises developing on both sides where his hands had held me. He snuggled into my neck and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight to my body. I felt him stiff against me and without thinking grinded slowly against him. This time he didn't suppress his moan.
"I wanted it too. It didn't hurt, honest." He sat up, still straddling me.
"Good. Because for my first, I want it to be you, just like that." He blushed.
"That's exactly how I want it." He smiled and started stoking my cheek.
Suddenly the curtains ripped back.
"Oliver Wood! What are you doing to that girl?!" a voice demanded to know. It was Percy Weasley. He was obviously stunned at the scene before him. Oliver on top of me bare-chested, me, in my bra and skirt with numerous bruises and love bites, both still very slightly out of breath, both silent in fear.
"Well?" Percy insisted.
"N...nothing! We were just...uh, um..." Oliver stammered nervously.
"We were just finishing. Lets go wash up Ollie." I said coolly, putting on my discarded blouse and holding it shut. I tried my best to look unnerved, but I was mentally sweating bullets. Oliver looked at me stunned. Then he grabbed his things and followed me out.
Oliver looked as embarrassed as when he kissed me for the first time, luckily, it was nearly dinnertime. We sat down at the table together, and I could tell he was trying to appear like nothing unusual had happened. It was convincing, except to myself and his good friends.
"What's up Oliver? You look like your trying to cover up the fact that you slipped off your broom in the championship game." Fred said, plopping down with George across from us.
"No!...I'm great! Percy fine-PERFECTLY FINE! As good as good can get! Superb!" he rambled hysterically.
"What did you do to him?" George asked me suspiciously. "Oliver, speak to me NORMALLY!" he mock-cried, shaking Oliver playfully from across the table.
"quidditch! Yes...I need to make plays...yes...plays..." Oliver mumbled. "I'll be back later." He muttered to me. He kissed me lightly on the forehead in a daze and walked out of the Great Hall. George and Fred looked at me stunned.
"You guys fighting?" George asked sincerely.
"No, he's just...in a mood. Just got to wait for it to pass." I said quite simply. He nodded. Fred on the other hand obviously couldn't take the seriousness of the situation and whispered "hey...look! I can make this chicken leg dance without magic! Dee-doo-doo!" he grabbed a leg and flopped it around the table till it landed in some blood pudding, splashing some girls. They gave him angered looks, but he grinned at them and you could see they had clearly reconsidered their emotions.
After about fifteen minutes, I stood up.
"I've got to go find Oliver, I'm sorry guys." Fred was still grinning but he nodded.
"Do you want me to go with you?" George asked.
"No thanks, I'll be fine." I gave a small smile and waved. I was about to open the door to the Gryffindor quidditch locker room when in burst open in front of me.
"You...YOU!!" and apparently furious girl seethed. Alyssa Reinhold, snooty first year slytherin. What was she doing with Oliver?!
"What's so special about you? What makes you so different, huh?" she sneered at me.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, angry at her blatant verbal attack.
"Oh...you know...you know! I walked into my common room to hear Draco talking about how he'll make you his...the Draco I want! I wanted to hurt you like you were obviously trying to hurt me, which it didn't work of course, so I wanted you to find me and your boyfriend together...to bad, you were just a minute to late...you would have died if you saw how that went." She obscenely licked her lips. Lucky thing I trusted my Oliver.
"You want the Malfoy brat? Have him. I don't want him, never did." I said defiantly. I was getting pissed.
"How DARE you dismiss Draco like that! How COULD you?!" she raged. "Tonight! Meet me on the quidditch pitch. Midnight. If your as great as everyone thinks, then you wont wuss out...even though we both know I'M going to win this duel." She spat at me.
"Fine by me. I'll prove you wrong... witch." I smiled smugly at her shocked face.
"Oh, well, you're the witch, witch!"
"Oh, real original." I snickered as the flustered girl stormed away. I walked into the locker room resuming my quest to find Oliver, he was pacing in front of his play board.
"Ollie?" I asked to announce my presence. He looked up with a smile.
"Ello love." He replied quietly.
"Oh c'mon Ollie. So Percy saw us...doing what couples do. Besides, its not like we were naked or anything."
"Close enough." He sighed. I laughed and wrapped my arms around him.
"Well next time we'll just have to magic the door locked and use a silencing charm, hmm?" I whispered in his ear. He blushed bright red, and even though he was visibly shocked at what I'd said, a smile played across his delicate mouth.
"Don't tempt me." He said huskily.
"Too late!"
"You asked for it!" He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed me against the lockers. I giggled as he started kissing me all over my face and neck. I nibbled on his ear and he gasped.
"Where do you learn all these tricks?" I smiled innocently and kissed him again.
"C'mon, we've got to get back to the tower, its nearly dark." I said. He put me down and pretended to pout, then laced his fingers through mine and we walked back to the gryffindor tower together hand in hand.
"I've got to study, I'll meet you tomorrow at breakfast. Love you." Oliver said as we entered the common room, and with a quick peck he turned to go up the stairs.
"Don't forget to research that silencing charm!" I called after him. He stopped in mid-step, then waved to show he'd heard me.
I saw Hermione at a table with a candle to assist her while she was pouring over a very large text. I asked her to borrow some supplies (because quite frankly I didn't feel like going to get my own) and she gave them to me grudgingly, muttering something about 'being unprepared'. I took the parchment, quill and inkbottle back to a squishy chair by the fire and began my potions essay. I got about a foot through it when Fred and George slinked through the portrait door. They bypassed an unnoticing Hermione and headed for the stairs.
"What fun were you to up to?" I asked with a mischievous tone to my voice. They whipped around at the same time...such a Fred'n'George thing to do.
"Nothing. That you need to be concerned with anyways." Fred winked.
"Oh, really? Well, George, you better wipe that icing off your mouth."
"Oh, thanks." George said, reaching to clean away the imaginary evidence. "Huh?" he looked at his hand.
"You were in the kitchens again? And you didn't bring me anything? Psh..." I grinned.
They both returned the look.
"Sorry bout that" Fred said still smiling.
"We will next time!" George promised.
"Hey! What are you doing up at 11:30 at night? Writing wedding arrangements?" Fred taunted. My eyes popped wide open and I felt my jaw drop.
"You know, if you are, it's alright...a little creepy, but still alright." He tried pathetically to reassure me.
"How long will it take to get to the quidditch pitch...unnoticed?" I nearly whispered.
"What do you need to go there for?" George asked, mischievous wonder shining in his eyes.
"Reinhold challenged me earlier tonight. I'm supposed to meet her at midnight."
"Oh...and I thought you two were best friends." Fred mocked me smartly.
"It'll take us about fifteen minutes instead of the usual seven." George offered. "But only...if you know the way to go."
"Which we do." Fred added.
"Take me?" I begged, fluttering my lashes at them.
"With a face like that? How stupid would we be to resist?" George smirked, cupping my chin between his thumb and first finger.
"Plenty smart, looking at the size of her body guard-I mean, boy friend." Fred piped in. I playfully smacked him and after a moment of laughter he rose his fingers to his lips and said a silent "follow me" and we left quietly out the portrait door.
I had to admit, just getting to the quidditch pitch had gotten me pumped. Sneaking down hallways very foreign to me and nearly getting caught by Peeves gave me a rebellious thrill. As we reached the quidditch field I beamed at the two beautiful redheaded twins.
"Thanks so much!" I nearly tackled them with a hug.
"No problem...as long as we can watch?" Fred asked suggestively.
"Of course you can watch, watch me win!" I said cockily.
"Oooohh! I'm scared! George said wiggling his fingers in my face. I slapped them away and started skipping towards the pitch when I remembered I was about to duel. Alyssa and I arrived at the same and I looked over to see six slytherin girl onlookers. I chuckled.
"Did you invite them to carry your cursed body back up to your sleazy tower?" I said calmly.
"No, I brought them to vandalize ours when I'm done with you." She hissed.
"Now now, why are you so angry? Cant we play nice?" I smiled sweetly.
"Are you begging me to take it easy on you?"
"Of course not. But you didn't answer my question." I stated plainly. It was so fun getting her so furious that her face was turning purple.
"Why? WHY?! Because your you! My Draco wants you, and he's too stubborn to give it up! I know you hi him you bitch! You're a challenge for him, that's all! He doesn't really want you! You wont have him!" she ranted furiously.
"But I already said I don't want him. Take him, please." I said almost sincerely. Almost.
"Forget YOU! You and your stupid boyfriend! Yeah, who does he think he is, refusing me? NOBODY refuses me, ever." She looked like a rabid dog, her eyes were big and angry and she looked like shed be frothing at the mouth at any moment. I felt stupidly reassured even though I trusted Oliver.
"He doesn't think he knows who he is, he just plain knows. And he knows he's mine." I said smugly. "Lets do this."
We met back to back.
"Six paces." She sneered. "Begin." I took six steps out and turned, wand raised and eyes narrowed I focused in on her. I struck a stance, as did she, glaring at one another. Luckily I had liquid smooth reflexes, because I had just enough time to side step and roll out of the way. I looked up at her angrily, she had attempted a full-body bind on me...that bitch. That did it. I could have been Harry on his broom with how fast I was charging at her. She didn't seem to know what was going on until after I had tackled her. I straddled her waist twisting my calves under her thighs so she couldn't kick; I also had her wrists pinned above her head with my left hand and my right was holding my wand a hairs width from her nose. I could see the uncertainty and fear in her eyes. But mostly fear. And strangely I liked it.
"What are you doing?" she squealed as she struggled. I dropped my wand.
SLAP!
Sadly enough I also liked hitting her.
"You ever try-"
SLAP!
"-To screw with me or ANY of my friends-"
SLAP!
"I wont only me smacking you around."
She was crying, and I could see where my hand had hit her on both cheeks; I had forced her to flip her face with every stinging blow.
"DON'T screw with me. Ever. Again." I got up, brushed off my robes and turned on heel to strut away. I beamed up at Fred and George who looked down at me awestruck. I hopped up the stairs to where they had been sitting halfway up the stands and they gawked at me my entire journey up.
"Oh my god... you violent little witch!" Fred joked. I laughed and glowed with pride.
Clink. Clink.
"Watch out!" George shouted. I whipped around to just barely miss a punch to the back of the head. Unfortunately, the spin was a bit too fast for the small width of the seat and I clung to her, causing us to fall backwards. We rolled painfully down approximately thirty sets of stairs and were fighting the whole way down. Luckily this girl had never participated in muggle brawling, or didn't appear to have any skill. I landed on the ground with a hard thud and she was ripping at my hair.
"Who's got the uppper hand now?" she scowled through the sweat and tangled hair. I worked one hand under her knee and the other clasped to her opposite shoudler; then flipped her over.
"I think I do." I smiled madly with my fist raised. I didn't hold back anything as I drove my curled hand into her jaw again and again. I only stopped when I saw the blood on my knuckles and leaking from her swollen lips...and when Fred and George pulled me off.
"NEVER! Try to mess with my boyfriend again!" I screamed and spit blood in her face (I had split my lip sometime during the tumble down the stairs). By this time her friends had come down and were trying to help her up, throwing me horrified glances all the while. One of them looked like she was trying to be threatening, but I could clearly see she was terrified.
"I'm telling the headmaster!" she hissed. I whispered to Fred and George to let go, and when they didn't I wrenched out of their grasp. I sauntered over to the group of them and they huddled together in fear.
"Hahaha! Go for it! If any ONE of you open your mouths, I'll break each of your jaws." I smiled with a sick pride about me. "And plus... you want your slytherin name dirtied by the fact that you couldn't beat a gryffindor? In a muggle fight? Ha! There goes your reputation...keep your mouths shut, and I'll keep this to myself." I said, raising my slightly bloodied fist and still smiling smugly. They all turned pale and held their mouths open in a frightened 'o'.
"Fred, George, lets go." They just looked at me as I cat walked towards the exit. "C'mon!" I said encouragingly, and they fell in behind me.
As soon as we got to the hallway I stopped. And bawled.
"What's wrong?" the twins whispered.
"Ow it hurts!!" I whimpered.
"Where?" George asked, gently wiping the hair out of my face and the tears from my cheeks.
"I bet it would! You guys were really at it! Remind me to never piss you off!" Fred remarked. "Show us." He added more sincerely. I eased out of my robe and took off my shirt with great caution. They both stared at me in shock, although I wasn't sure if they were looking at my near naked chest or the welts I had developed.
"Oh my god Amy... oh..." George reached out to touch one of my bruises but withdrew quickly when I winced from the burning pain of his touch. "Sorry!" I looked at my torso, it was bruises and swollen across my hips and ribs. I was splotched purple, blue, and green. Realizing I had stopped crying, I forced a smile.
"Its okay. It feels better without that extra weight...really." I pointed to the clothes. "Fred? Can you carry that...for...me...?" I paused and everything was spinning around. I looked at George and saw worry on his face.
"Oliver can't know...George? I think...I think I'm...falling." I whispered before I felt my knees buckle and Georges arms slip under mine catching me delicately.
"Fred! Grab it! We gotta go!..."
Then everything faded to black.
I really hope I didnt ruin Amys innocence... I explian the bloodlust in the next chappie don't worry! Bikky grin ( if you dont read the manga Fake, then you don't know who Bikky is. but you should pick it up. If you like yaoi that is, lol.)