My Captain
By: Jess
Summary: OliverOC. So, I'm dating Flint, I mean, I love him. Then... why do I always end up thinking about Wood all the time? Love is so confusing!
A/N: Quick note here... Amy's mom is Jamaican & her dad's Italian. Got it? Okay.
Disclaimer: Dear Ms. Rowling, It seems that almost your male characters have taken residence in your house (don't listen to her, she kidnap--mmfff!) and would like to stay for a while (noooo!!!! save us, Jo! save us!). They're very happy here (bullshit! she's got us strapped to chairs in leather thongs! i want my mummy!) and I promise to feed them and make sure they get exercise. Sincerely From A Huge Fan, Jessica
"Amy, hurry up, you're going to be late!" screamed Mother from downstairs.
"Remind me, Mom," I said as I came downstairs with my duffle bag. "Why are we moving again?"
She just groaned in annoyance. Being from Jamaica, you'd think she'd have more patience. "Love, I got a new job working at the Ministry, so we have to move to England!"
"That's so stupid," my older brother, Craig, mumbled.
"So, this means we're not staying at Beauxbatons?" I asked.
Mother nodded. "You'll be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Your grandmother was good friends with the headmaster."
"Merlin, Mom," Craig groaned. "First Dad takes us away from Salem, then when we finally settle down in France we have to move again? This is crazy! I wanted to spend my last year here!"
Mom just sighed as Dad came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry, but with your grandparents dying I thought we could use the change."
We all loaded into the airport taxi and Mother continued to talk about how "great" this school was.
"Besides, Amy," she told me with that twinkle in her eyes, "Marcus goes there."
My eyes widened. "You mean Flint?" I smiled. Marcus Flint and I had been the best of friends since we were six (our dads went to Hogwarts together). I would always make fun of his teeth, but he'd get me back for my huge feet. He's been head-over-heels for me since our first year of school. I guess I liked him, just not in that way, much to the misfortune to our parents. They expected me to marry him, but it sure as Hell wasn't gonna happen. The only reason we're supposed to marry is to keep the pureblood line going. I really didn't care too much about making sure my kids were purebloods, but it's not like my opinion mattered. I felt like I was in the 1700's. But since I was going to spend an entire school year where he could start to stalk me (just kidding, he's not like that), I might end up dating Flint.
"Honey, how many times do I have to tell you need to STOP calling Marcus by his last name?" Dad sighed.
"Well, it's not my fault, Daddy!" I defended myself. "He hates his name. Besides, everyone calls him Flint."
"Well, I guess you'll be the first not to!"
"Keep tellin' yourself that."
He started talking to himself in Italian, but I heard a few English words like "spoiled", "immature", "ungrateful". Thanks, Daddy, love you too.
When we finally boarded the plane, I realized my seat was somewhere totally different than the family. "It's fine, Mom. No big deal." I went to my seat and opened a book.
I read for about five minutes until I heard a low, mellow voice. "Is this seat taken?"
I looked up from my book, already feeling a blush coming up. When I saw whose voice it was, I gaped.
Mr. Sex On Legs (hee hee hee) had bright red hair , beautiful hazel eyes, and a smile to DIE for. I tried to keep calm (breathe, Amy! BREATHE!) and smiled. "No, you can sit here."
He seemed a bit surprised. "You speak English?"
"That's not a problem, is it?" I joked. He looked a few years older than me, maybe in his early twenties. Wowers, he was cute though.
He shook his head and laughed. "No, it's just you don't find many people in France who speak English."
"Very true," I said as he sat down. "So, where're you headed?"
"England to visit family," he answered. "I live in Romania for my job, but there's no direct flight to London."
"Oh, my family and I are moving. My parents got new jobs."
"You going to miss it here?" the man asked.
I shrugged. "I guess so. I mean, I've already moved from New York, so switching countries isn't a huge deal. I like the culture shock. I learned a lot of Paris's history and famous people. It's a really great place to live."
"So, do you know what school you have to go to?" asked the man.
I almost told him the real school, but then I realized, 'This guy is a Muggle! I can't tell him, then our world will be revealed to them!'
"Uh..." I stuttered. "You know, I'm not exactly sure. Some private school with all sorts of stuffy kids."
"Sounds like fun," he joked.
"I'm Amy, by the way," I said, holding out my hand. "Amy Diggory."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Charlie Weasley," he shook my hand gently and smiled.
'Weasley... where have I heard that name before?' I thought to myself. (A/N: Couldn't resist. Hee hee hee.)
Charlie and I continued to talk about random stuff and what we had done over the summer. By the time we had finished, we had landed in London, which meant Craig and I were headed straight for King's Cross Station to go to school.
"It was nice meeting you, Charlie," I said as everyone poured off the plane. "Hey, you think I could get a quick picture of you?"
"Sure," he nodded.
I took out my digi camera I got for my birthday and told him to "SMILE!"
Wow, hot smile. I took a few pictures of him, then one last one of the two of us. I guess you could say I liked the guy. He was really sweet. I'd sooo ask him out, but that'd make him a pedophile. Not to mention long-distance relationships. Grrrr.
"Maybe I'll see you some time in England," Charlie said to me. "I think one of my brothers is around your age."
'Only if he's as hot as you,' I thought, but said, "Yeah, that'd be awesome," as I gave him a small hug. "Bye!"
"See you, Amy," he said as he went to baggage claim.
"Who was that, hon?" Dad asked me as I walked back to talk to them.
"His name's Charlie Weasley. I sat next to him on the plane," I told them. "I'm not dating him, don't worry! He's too old for me anyway."
"Weasley?" Dad repeated. Uh, yeah. Is there an echo in here? "I think his father is the man your mother and I will be working with! We're working with the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts."
"Really?" I gasped. "That's cool." I smiled.
"Well, come along," Mother said. "We've got to get you to the train station for school. I shrunk your trunks and they're in my bag. When we get to your platform, we'll get them back to size."
We all began to walk as quickly as we could to the exit. I saw Charlie again at baggage claim, still waiting for his suitcase. I waved at him and then walked through the exit doors. A taxi was there, as if it was waiting for us. How convenient!
"King's Cross Station, please," Mother told the driver.
"Right away, madame," he said.
"Amy, Craig, all of your things are in your trunks, are they not?" Dad asked, smoothing back his thick, black hair.
"Yeah, don't worry about it," said Craig. "We've got everything."
When we reached the station, Mom gave us our trunks and tickets. "Platform 9 3/4?" I looked at my parents like they had grown a second head.
"You'll find it, don't worry," she said before enveloping us in HUGE hugs and kissed us both on the forehead. "Now I want you both to behave yourselves. I don't want any bad reports from the Headmaster."
"Yes, Mother," Craig and I said innocently. Ha, as if. We were the biggest troublemakers at Beauxbatons and Salem. No way we're gonna let up just because we're in England.
"Have fun, you two," Dad said as we hugged him.
"Ciao, Papa! Send us pictures of how you decorate the house, okay?" I told them.
"Of course. We love you!" said Mom.
As we made our way down to the platforms, we saw a group of redheads walking quickly toward Platform 9. When we got closer, I heard the mother say something about "muggles".
"Let's follow them," Craig said as we began to walk faster.
"Excuse me," I said to the woman with her daughter when we reached them. She turned around and smiled. "Can I help you, dears?"
"Yes, we're looking for Platform 9 3/4. We're new here from Beauxbatons," I told her.
"Oh, yes of course. It's Ron's first year too," she said as she smiled at the youngest boy of the bunch. She pointed to the column for Platform 10. "Now, I want you to run straight at the brick wall. That's how you'll get there."
"Are you serious?" Craig said.
She nodded, then turned to her children, her twins to be exact. "Now, Fred you go first. Come on."
The redhead groaned. "Mum, I'm George! He's Fred," he pointed to the other as his twin said, "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother!"
"Sorry George, go on then, off you go," she said.
They all lined up, George first, Fred second, then the oldest boy. Just as George was about to go he turned to his mother and said, "I was only joking. I am Fred!" Then he went running through the brick wall.
"Woah," I whispered as George and his brother followed.
"Go on, dear, you'll do fine," the woman assured me.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and ran into the wall, expecting my head to smack against the wall and my brains to ooze out. The impact never came. I opened my eyes to see myself on Platform 9 3/4.
"Wow," said Craig as he came out from the other side.
"Oi, you two!" called one of the twins, I can't tell which. "You need someplace to sit?"
Craig and I looked at each other, then at the twins and nodded.
"Here, you can come sit with us," said the other boy.
As we all got into the compartment on the train, I already saw a few other people sitting in it, including the other brother of the twins. "Hey, this is Amy Diggory," one of the twins said
"And this is Craig," said the other.
"They're transfers from Beauxbatons," the twins said together. Ha, awesome. The freaky twin thing.
"Nice to meet you," said the twins's brother. "I'm Percy Weasley."
I gasped. "No freakin' way! I think I met your brother! Charlie!" I exclaimed.
"Really, when?" he asked.
"Like, just today! He was on the same plane as me!" I laughed. "He was so hot."
Percy, Fred and George just rolled their eyes. "That's what they all say."
"Well, they're not lying," I told them as I sat down next to Percy.
"I'm Penelope Clearwater," said the girl on Percy's other side. "So, are you related to Cedric Diggory?"
"Guilty as charged," Craig told her.
Just then, the compartment door opened. For the second time today, I gaped. But.... wow. This guy was...
Gorgeous.
He had short, brown hair, dark eyes, and a well-built body, obviously toned from some sport. AMAZING SMILE too. It must be looove, babe!
"Hey, Wood," said Penelope. "We have some transfers from Beauxbatons, Amy and Craig Diggory."
Mr. Hot Stuff smiled AT ME. "As in, Cedric Diggory?"
"Yup," said Craig. "Our dads are cousins."
"Cool," he said in his cute accent as he sat NEXT TO ME. Yesss! Yes yes yes yes yes! "I'm Oliver Wood. I'm captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."
"Really? I play Quidditch too," I said. "What's your position?"
"Keeper," he said proudly. "What about you?"
"I'm a Chaser usually. But I'm known to be a great Beater too. Craig's always a Seeker though. He sucks at everything else."
"Hey, Seeker's a hard position!" he retorted.
"By the way, Fred and George," Oliver said, "I need to give you the schedule for practices."
The twins got wide-eyed and started to freak. They threw themselves at Oliver's feet and started to kiss his feet. "O, Almighty Wood!" cried... Fred? "Have mercy on our pathetic souls!"
"I've got a family, Wood!" begged George. "They need my brother and I! Please, we want to survive this year! We beseech you!"
Oliver and Percy just rolled his eyes at the twins's antics, while Penelope and I laughed out heads off. That was so brilliant, I love them already.
"Get up, you two!" Percy said all tight-lipped.
"Oh, lighten up a bit, love," Penelope giggled, causing Percy to blush. Ooh, someone's got a crusshhh. Hee hee.
"So, what year are you two in?" Percy asked, still trying to get the red off his face.
"Well, Craig's in his seventh, and I'm in fifth," I told them.
"We're in fifth too!" Penelope squealed. "This year is going to be great!"
"But we're in third," the twins said together. Then Fred winked at me and said, "Don't worry, we still like older women."
I started to laugh and simply said, "Well that's sweet, but unfortunately for you, I don't date younger men!" Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Oliver starting to glare a little at the twins. I've seen that look before, it's the one Flint gave to every one of my guy friends he ever met. Like he was saying, "Keep off, she's mine!" Not that I wouldn't mind being with Oliver, but I barely know him.
"Oi, not even us?" George pouted a bit.
I shook my head and smiled. "Sorry, boys."
"Do you know what house you're in?" asked Percy.
"Nah, it's probably gonna be Ravenclaw or Slytherin," I told him. "My dad was in Slytherin. Besides, we're friends with most of the families there. Like the Malfoys and Zabinis."
"Makes us sound kinda stuck-up, but it's our dad's fault," Craig said. "He hates all muggle-born wizards and looks down on most wizarding families. Kinda sucks, but we're definitely not like that at all."
The door to the compartment slid open, to show a tall, buff guy with some crazy-ass teeth. It was Flint! "What do you want, Flint?" Oliver growled.
"Just came to see my friends, Wood, not that it's any of your business," he shot back with a glare.
I shot up from my seat. "Flint?!?" I smiled as I walked over to him and gave him a small kiss on the lips.
"Hey, babe, how've you been?" he laughed.
"Okay, I guess. How was your summer?"
"It was amazing! We visited my family in Ireland, then went skiing in Switzerland," he told me as he wrapped an arm around my waist. Surprisingly, I didn't stop him like I used to. I guess I was thinking about giving him a chance. He seemed sweet, once you got past those teeth. Braces, anyone? "Wanna come meet my friends? I can tell you the story there."
I smiled. "Sure," I turned around and waved to everyone. "I'll see you later, alright?"
A group of collective nods came from everyone, looking a bit shocked. I guess they all hate Flint, from the way Oliver was talking to him. Speaking of Wood, he looked pretty crestfallen and disappointed. It's almost like he wanted me to stay. I've only just met him though. I can't date someone I've just met! And why do I keep thinking about dating him? SHUT UP, BRAIN!
I walked out with Flint, still trying to figure out why he was so sad. At least until Flint took me into an empty compartment.
"Where are your friends?" I asked him. "Or was this just an excuse to get me away from Oliver and the rest of them?"
He just smiled. "You didn't give me a chance to talk."
I tapped my foot impatiently as a joke. "Well, hurry it up. I'm extremely busy and important."
Flint laughed a bit before he started. I could even see a little blush creeping up his cheeks. Adorable! "Well, you know I've had a thing for you for a while, right?"
I nodded.
"And since we'll be seeing more of each other and you'll more than likely be put into Slytherin..." he started. Aaaw, this is sweet. I know what he's asking!
"I'll go out with you, Flint, if that's what you're asking," I smiled.
"Really?"
"Yup, someone's got to love you and your abnormally large teeth," I teased.
"Like you need someone whose feet you won't step on while you dance?" Flint laughed.
"Touché, mon chére," I giggled as he planted a soft, but firm kiss on the lips. Mmmm, he was a GREAT kisser. I never expected Flint to be from his lack of experience (not like I'm that much of a kisser anyway), but WOAH. I moaned a bit into his mouth as he pulled me closer. Flint slowly but surely slid his tongue into my mouth, meeting with mine, making my head was spinning. I could see fireworks, hear a band playing a grand melody, and I felt like Flint and I were the only two people in the world. It was... magic!
When we finally pulled apart, gasping for breath, Flint put our foreheads together and smiled. "This is going to be a great year, I can tell."
I giggled and nodded as I brought my hand up his well-muscled arm to his cheek, where it stayed for a moment. "Now, where were we?" I asked as seductively as I could. When he leaned in for another kiss, I could tell my parents would love me for this.
(A/N: I bet you're grossed out... making out with Flint?! eeeeew!!! Personally I don't think he's that bad. Just his teeth.)
--Oliver's POV--
When I first stepped into the compartment, I saw Amy. Her shoulder-length black hair, beautiful dark skin, and her amazing hazel eyes... I almost asked her if she had lost her way to Heaven. I mean sure, there were loads of pretty girls at school, but Amy seemed so different. All the others were too busy worshipping the ground I step on, always staring at me in my classes, giggling like hyenas if I look their way to actually try to get to know me. (A/N: I know hyenas aren't magical creatures... work with me!)
But when I saw Amy go over to Flint, I knew she was out of my reach. Not that I cared if Flint had a girl or not, but from the way she kissed him, no matter how innocent, I could tell she had a thing for him. Once they had gone, Craig looked ready to kill something.
"If that bastard does anything to her..." he started.
Penelope gave his hand a quick squeeze. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure she won't let Flint do anything to her. She seems like a smart girl."
"Come on now, Penelope," Percy said. "This is Marcus Flint we're talking about!"
She hit Percy on the arm while she said, "Well excuse me for trying to make Craig feel better! Fred, George, Amy knows what she's doing, doesn't she?"
"Oh, yes of course!" Fred smiled.
"Wouldn't doubt her for a second!" George agreed. But anyone could tell they weren't too sure either.
"Oliver?" Penelope said. All eyes were on me. "Amy won't let Flint do anything to her, will she?"
Would Amy do that? Is she like that? I don't know if she would, but I had only just met her! Even though I do fancy her a bit, I can't say anything about it. I mean, look how hard a time Craig is giving Flint and he's knows Amy for much longer than me! What would he do if I said something? What if--
"Wood, you still there?" George waved his hand in front of my face.
"What?" I asked, still a bit dazed.
"Forget it," Penelope rolled her eyes and looked at Craig. "Even from Oliver's lack of focus, Amy seems fine! She knows what she's doing."
"I guess you're right," he sighed. "I just want her not to make any decisions she's gonna regret. She's my baby sister, ya know?"
"I know exactly what you mean," Percy agreed. "The twins and I have a little sister, Ginny, she's starting next year, but I'm pretty protective of her." He gave the twins a glare and said, "Too bad I don't have any help from the rest of the family!"
They just groaned. "Perc, Ginny's a big girl, she's not in diapers anymore," Fred said.
"She knows the difference between right and wrong!" George nodded.
"Besides, we don't want another Percy around the house, one is enough," they said together.
"Don't start, you three, I had enough of this last year," Penelope said. "Besides, Percy's a prefect now, so don't do anything I know that'll end up in detention."
"So, Wood, what kinds of plays do you have for your team?" Craig asked. "From what I've heard from Cedric, he says you're an amazing captain."
I started showing him a few of my simple plays, not wanting to give away too much, and told him about our practice schedules. Soon enough, my mind was off Amy, and focusing on my first love, Quidditch.
A/N: Ta Da. Aaaaallll done.
Oliver: (rolls eyes) But really, Jess. Let's be reasonable here. Amy likes FLINT over ME? Come on now.... common sense here!
Hush, notice it's an OLIVEROC. Not FLINTOC. Hope you guys had a great Turkey Day! The boys loved it at my grandparents house, didn't you?
Fred: Yeah, but what was that weird carrot stuff your grandma gave us? Those raisins gave me indigestion!
It was carrot salad, you fruit. And you shouldn't have eaten the raisins!
Charlie: That turkey was really good!!!
Yeah, but even the dark meat was dry. Nobody likes DRY dark meat! Even if it is a turkey. Ha, guess what we watched after we ate??? Three guesses.
Draco: Lord of the Rings!
Harry: Van Helsing!
Ron: Ummm... Pretty Woman?
o.O Are you that retarded?!?
Fred: Only on Tuesdays.
But it's not Tuesday! Whatever, I'm not gonna ask. Cookies to whoever guesses what movie we watched. (Gee, this should be hard...) Review!
Wuvvv,
Jess & The Boys