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: I wrote this over the Thanksgiving Break, and there's NOTHING to do at my g.parents's house. Except EAT.

Disclaimer: Yes, I own them. At least I will soon. RIGHT, Ms. Rowling? (Rowling is tied to a chair surrounded by buff bodyguards, forcing her to sign a lease giving away characters to a "Commodores R Ppl 2"...?)

"So, should I go with the first years or what?" I asked MY NEW BOYFRIEND, Flint, as we got off the train. (We never went to visit his friends... too busy making out. Mmm.)

He put his arms around me and said, "No, I don't think I wanna let you out of my sight. Let's go over to the horseless carriages. They're much easier."

I laughed a bit and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. As we continued to walk, I noticed everyone's shocked faces to see Flint with a girl. Especially one as bee-yoo-ti-ful as me! I even got a few whistles and hollers from the guys here, but an icy glare from Flint made them stop. My hero!

"Oi, Amy!"

I turned around and saw Cedric running towards me. "Hey, Cedric! How are you?" I asked as I gave him a quick hug.

"Pretty good," he said. He nodded at Flint in greeting. "Alright, Flint?"

"Diggory," he replied. Cedric saw how Flint was holding me and raised an eyebrow.

"You two going steady then?"

I nodded as Flint held me closer.

Cedric smiled. "That's great. Congrats, you guys."

"Thanks," I smiled, but Flint grunted in response. Lovely, isn't he? What a social butterfly.

"Well, you should go get a carriage, they go fast," my cousin said. "I'll see you later!"

"Bye!" I smiled and waved as Flint and I walked to the carriages.

When we reached them, Flint opened the door and helped me in. "Why, thank you," I laughed as he got in and closed the door.

He lifted me up and placed me in my lap and kissed my neck lightly. "You're quite welcome."

We sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company, with the occasional peck on the lips.

"So, what's school like here?" I asked him (after a v. v.g. makeout session).

"Horrible," he sighed. "The teachers are the worst, the only people worth talking to are the Slytherins, then there's the O.W.L.S, so the only good thing about this place is Quidditch, which doesn't even last all year."

"Sounds great," I joked and gave Flint a quick kiss. But he didn't let me get away. He just flipped me over in his lap so I was straddling him. (A/N: Honestly, now. What a horny little bastard...)

"But then you're here now," he smiled.

"Mmm... very true," I started to kiss his neck, causing him to groan and grip my waist even tighter. My tongue traced his neck, jaw and lips before we were making out... again. I shifted my waist so I was more comfortable, but I realized what my... "wiggling" did to Flint. (A/N: Ew... I can't believe I wrote this) He groaned into my mouth loudly and rested his hands on my larger-than-life butt. Oh, geez. This feels so good. But... weren't we rushing things? I mean, we only started going out, right? And I'm no slut. Agh, damn you, logic!

"Flint," I stopped suddenly and looked him in the eyes. He looked a little frustrated with me stopping, but was more confused. "How come we're all of a sudden so... like this?" I gestured our provocative position. "I mean, we've known each other forever and we're just now doing this?"

He shrugged. "I don't really know, Ams," he sighed as he ruffled my hair. "We did only start dating. Maybe we should slow down a bit?"

I smiled. "I guess so. Cos then our relationship turns into a 'friends with benefits' thing, right?"

"And your brother would murder me." We both laughed as he gave me a quick kiss and helped me off his lap. "Good, now that that's settled, do you know what classes you'll be taking?"

I shrugged. "Dunno. I know I'm taking a higher level Transfiguration, but that's because that's my best class."

"Hate that class," he said. "Professor McGonagall is out to kill me."

I laughed. "Oh please, Flint. No teacher is out to kill you. You're just paranoid. And if she is, I'll save you, don't worry about it."

Just then the carriages stopped and we got out, walking with everyone else to the enormous castle. Wow, it's pretty! All the dome-type thingys and the nice trees and plants. I like it. I saw Craig with Oliver & Co., so I went over to talk (not with Flint, he saw his little posse and went to see them).

"Hey, Craigggg," I said sweetly and gave my brother a hug. "What a beautiful day, huh? I mean, the birds are singing, the sun is shining, isn't it great to be alive?!?" I exclaimed.

He just laughed. "Okay, so did Flint give you some kind of Ecstasy or something?"

I shook my head. "Noo, but we're going out now!" I sighed. "I love life."

Everyone else just sort of gaped at me. The twins looked at me like I'd been dropped on my head too many times when I was little. Well, it's not like it's my fault. My mom was always a Butterfingers....

"You're dating Flint?" Fred & George shouted.

I nodded and raised an eyebrow. "Is that a bad thing?"

They gave me that look again. "Flint is a-- mmfg!" Percy covered Fred's mouth before he could say anymore.

"Flint is a... great choice!" Percy filled in for his brother. "Congratulations, Amy."

"Okay... right," I looked around at everyone, who seemed somewhat distressed. Especially Oliver. He really does have a thing for me. Oh, crap. "So, do any of you know where the transfers go?"

"Right up there with the first years," Penelope pointed to the stairs where there were a bunch of small children talking and whispering.

Craig and I waved goodbye to everyone and walked up the stairs. I heard this little conversation between them in the front. It was a little blonde boy, a redhead, and a boy with glasses.

"So it's true then," said the blonde one, "What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts!"

Oh my giddy god's trousers! Harry Potter? He's like... the most famous wizard of our time, isn't he? He's the one that defeated... You-Know-Who. Here? At Hogwarts? Everyone else had the same reaction to hearing his name. I mean, it was pretty big news.

"This is Crabbe, and this is Goyle," the blonde said in an extremely snooty voice. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Hey, I remember Draco! Our parents are friends! Craig and I baby-sat Draco a few times when we visited. What a spoiled little brat! Ooh, I couldn't stand him!

The redhead snickered and Draco turned and gave him the iciest glare a kid could give someone. Woah, I didn't know eleven-year-olds could be so evil! "Think my name's funny, do you?" Draco began to look the redhead over. "Red hair, hand-me-down robes? You must be a Weasley." He spat out the boy's last name like it was some type of poison. The redhead hung his head in embarrassment. What does that little brat know?! The Weasleys are so great! Oh, that's Ron, isn't it? From the train? Poor thing. I almost ran up to little Draco and told him what's what, but Craig stopped me.

"Calm down, Amy," he said as he gripped my arm tighter. "We don't want Mom to hear about you beating up a little snot like him."

"But that's so mean of him! The Weasleys are so nice!"

Craig nodded. "I know, but if he does it again we'll do something about it. We could probably tell Percy or something too."

"Mr. Malfoy, that's enough," came a sharp, elderly voice. It was an old witch with half-moon shaped glasses on her nose, and a hat with a feather in it. She was dressed in rich robes and gave Draco a stern glance as he went back to stand with his cronies.

The professor went on to talk about the houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, told us what we should expect as we go into the Great Hall, and how we would get sorted. With that, we walked in and stood in a line near the tables where the teachers sat. I saw Flint with his friends and smiled at him. He winked my way and patted an empty seat next to him, indicating he thought I'd end up in his house. I blew him a kiss and waved a bit his way.

"Pst, Amy!"

When we walked by the Gryffindor table, the twins started imitating Flint, making kissy faces and acting like they have buckteeth. I just stepped on George's foot as I passed by. Haha. I looked back at them and winked. George just winced and kept rubbing his sore foot.

The professor brought out a stool with a worn-out hat on it and rolled out a list. "Now, when I call your name, you will sit in the chair and be sorted into your houses.

"Hannah Abbott."

A girl went up to the chair, and the professor put the hat on her head. The seams in front of it began to move and it spoke. "Hmm. right then. Rightt.... better go... HUFFLEPUFF!"

The girl smiled and went to sit at the Hufflepuff table, where everyone was hooting and yelling and cheering for Hannah.

"Hermione Granger."

A girl with some crazy-ass frizzy hair went up to sit, all the while saying, "Stay calm, don't get nervous. Breathe. Breathe."

"Mental, that one," I heard Ron whisper to Harry.

The hat was on Hermione's head for a few seconds before it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" She jumped down and sat at her table, near Penelope and everyone else.

"Draco Malfoy."

Little Drakie went up to sit in the chair. Before the hat even went on his head, it sent him to Slytherin. Huh, yeah, obviously!

"Ronald Weasley."

Ron went up to the chair and the hat was placed on his head. The hat said, "Another Weasley? I know what to do with you! GRYFFINDOR!"

Ron sighed in relief and went to join his brothers and Hermione when the professor called, "Harry Potter."

The entire Hall went quiet. Whispers from every table, about the famous Harry Potter as he went to sit in the chair. The Sorting Hat has a short conversation with The Boy Who Lived before putting him in "GRYFFINDOR!" All the houses (except Slytherin, duh) began to cheer as Harry went to sit with Ron at the Gryffies's table.

"Amelia Diggory."

Oh, shit. That's me! Craaapppp. DON'T FREAK OUT! They're only wizards. Besides I'm dating one of the most powerful guys here, and I'm cousins with one. And friends with two others. So I'm okay. Phew. The professor put the Sorting Hat on my head and it began to talk to me in my head.

"Hmmm, so, even you don't know what house you want to be put in, hm? Slytherin maybe, your father was there too. But putting you in Gryffindor will allow you to understand what you're destined for. Where to put you?"

"I dunno," I told him in my head. "It's your call."

"Right, better put you in..."

A/N: Gah! I dunno where to put Amy! Where, where, where? Slytherin or Gryffindor. No questions asked, ladies. One or the other. Tell me in your review. I already have the Gryffindor one written up and I'm working on the Slytherin one.

Oliver: Put her in Gryffindor! Then she'll get to spend some time with her real love interest!

Flint: Shove it, Wood. Put her in Slytherin! We have way more fun than those goody-goody-Gryffies do!

So you see my dilemma. Both have excellent points. Help!

Lots O' Love,

Jess & T3H BOYSSS