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: Now, incase you do or do not know, I realized Penelope is a Ravenclaw and I put her in Gryffindor. And Flint is a year above Wood, but he's in 5th in my fic. CREATIVE LICENSE, BITCHES!!! BOOYA! :D Thanks for the reviews.

Disclaimer: Hmm, can't think of a witty disclaimer this time. Sorry, guys.

Penelope and I walked down to the Great Hall with Percy. It was morning, we were all well rested and dressed for school, and nobody could be more excited about classes than Percy. Except maybe that first year girl. The one with the weird hair... Hermolilly? Something like that.

"So, our schedules come with our post this morning, right?" I asked.

"Yes," Percy confirmed. "And usually everyone in the same house is put in a class with another house. Like you might have Potions with the Ravenclaws or Herbology with the Slytherins."

"Okay, I think I get it," I said as I saw Marcus laughing at Kevin, who spilled his food all over his new robes. When Marcus saw me, he waved. I waved back and went to sit with Fred and George, who were already stuffing their faces with Ron.

"Hey, dorks," I greeted the twins. "And Ron." I smiled at the eleven year old as his face turned a little pink.

"You like school so far, Ron?" Penelope asked with a smile.

He nodded. "I like the food. It's almost as good as my mum's."

"Just you wait, Ronnie," George mumbled between bits. "You'll start hating this place the second your professor steps into the class."

"Gee, way to be positive." I rolled my eyes and went into my bag to make sure I had everything. I usually had my quill and ink bottles at the bottom of the bag, so I began fishing around for them and pulled out my rose Marcus gave me last night.

"Where'd you get this?" Penelope asked.

"Marcus," I answered nonchalantly. I put my ink bottle in a small pouch of my bag, so it wouldn't spill all over the books.

Fred and George made gagging noises, while Penelope just started gushing. "Oh, how sweet of him! Wasn't that sweet of him, Percy?"

He just blushed and nodded while Penelope continued to go on and on about how "thoughtful" and "loving" Marcus was and how she wanted someone like him. Helloooo! One sitting right next to us! It was almost too obvious Percy had a thing for Penelope, but I'm not sure she noticed. Maybe she had a thing for him too. Hmm, must do something about this. I honestly couldn't believe they weren't going out!

By the time we had begun to eat, everyone else started coming downstairs for breakfast. Angelina went to sit down next to me and we started chatting about just random things, like what foods we liked, hobbies, that kind of stuff. Fred and George joined our conversation, telling us how they were planning on opening their own joke shop after they finish school.

"Sounds brilliant, you two, you should go for it!" Angelina told them.

"Yeah, but our mum wants us to do something in the Ministry like our dad," Fred said disappointedly.

"And at this rate, she'll want us to turn loopy and start collecting plugs too," his twin added.

"He collects plugs?" I repeated. "Why?"

They both shrugged. "He's old."

"Hey, Oliver." Alicia smiled at the Quidditch captain as he sat down.

"The O-Man is in Da House! For shizzle!" I announced and made Oliver give me a high-five. No really. I grabbed his hand and made him give me a high-five. I'm like that after a good night's sleep. WOOOOOOOOO!!!

"Amy, stop scaring Oliver!" Craig groaned. "Haven't I suffered enough in your fifteen years of life?"

"Uhh, na?" I said obviously as I put my finger to my head in a "d'uh!" motion. (A/N: have u seen "My Wife & Kids"? that's what one of the people does AALL the time on the show. v. funny)

"I'm actually excited for my classes!" I smiled. "When does this happen? Beauxbatons was filled with stuffy, annoying French bimbo chicks and hot guys who ignored me to flirt and snog the bimbos! Now there's actually someone pining over me and he speaks English! No more French!"

"Point taken, Amy," Craig said. "But no need to totally spazz out like that."

With that, we all went back to eating, with the occasional burp coming from the twins (and me... I've always had certain manly qualities). Oliver continued to talk about Quidditch, the team, how they needed a new seeker and chaser, until Craig just had to stop him.

"Let's calm down, Wood," he said. "It's only the first day of school! You haven't even had tryouts yet!"

"No use trying, Craig," Fred began.

"He's obsessed with Quidditch," George finished.

"You should see him the day of our first match," Fred continued.

"He's a complete wreck," George said.

"Then he goes into a state of depression after the season's over--"

"Making new plays--"

"Going over old ones--"

"I am not obsessed!" Oliver cut the twins off.

"Oh yes, of course you're not!" Fred rolled his eyes. "Just like Percy's not an uptight, annoying git."

Before anyone else could say anything, the owls started coming in with our schedules. When we finally finished figuring out which class we had first, we decided to get up and go there, incase our professor got mad at us for being late. Especially since I had Potions first. Percy warned me that Snape discriminates the other houses other than Slytherin.

The four of us were walking to the Slytherin Dungeons and Penelope and I were talking about these cute outfits we bought over the summer.

"Oh! I got a new Little Black Dress!" I practically squealed. "It hugs my waist a little bit and has this little jewel on it so I don't have to wear a huge necklace... it's soo great!"

"So did I!!!" Penelope smiled. "It's a halter dress, and my mum said it really brings out my eyes."

"That's so cute!"

"What is a Little Black Dress?" Percy and Oliver asked at the same time.

Penelope and I looked at them like they'd been living under a rock for thousands of years. "You don't know what a Little Black Dress is?!"

They shook their heads.

I groaned and put my head in my hands. "Honestly, are you two this slow?"

"A Little Black Dress is something every girl from age twelve and up should have!" Penelope told them. "It's supposed to be worn to a fancy dance or banquet or something with your date that you really like!"

"The Dress is supposed to be sexy, somewhat showoff-y without looking like a slut, and obviously, black," I continued. "No tights are allowed. This dress means, 'Boy, I mean business. I want you and I know you want me. I own you,'." (A/N: i took it from someone's fic.. i forget whose. i'm sorry!)

Oliver just sort of rolled his eyes and mumbled something like, "You women and your daft ideas..."

"Oh, please, Wood," I smiled. "You know you'd love to see me running around in a skimpy little dress at some Halloween Ball or something."

Ha! Made him blush a little bit. Am now officially a boy magnet.

"We could probably wear them to the Yule Ball!" Penelope said.

"Yeah! Oh my gosh, this year is gonna be great," I agreed. I started to walk backwards and started humming.

"Are you always like this?" Penelope asked, smiling.

"Like what?"

"So happy! I think your mood is contagious, Amy!" she laughed.

"Well, that's good! Everyone seemed so dark and gloomy at breakfast! I'm everyone's pick-me-up in the morning!"

When we finally reached the Potions classroom, we saw we were one of the first people there. There were a few nameless Slytherins I had seen and a blonde bimbo who was flirting with one of them. I sat next to Penelope and we continued to talk about our Little Black Dresses.

"When I had tried it on with my friends, I didn't have any money with me so I wasn't sure if I wanted to buy it," I told her, "but there was this really hot guy who kept staring at me with it on! So it was like a slap in the face. 'Duh, get the dress, stupid. See how that guy's checking you out?' So I went back the next day and got it with my mom. I wanna try it on and show you, but that'll ruin the magic of it!"

"So now there's a magic to it?" Oliver teased.

"There's always been a magic about it, hun," I told him. "You just don't notice until you're more mature."

"So, when does the Little Black Dress plan on making it's debut?"

"At the Yule Ball," Penelope answered. "At the Halloween Ball, we're all wearing costumes."

We kept talking about some of the events coming up here, while the rest of out class started to come in, including Marcus and his friends. He smiled my way and called me over. How could I say no? He was of course, my new sweetie.

"Hey, is it okay if I go sit with Marcus?" I asked The Gryffies.

"Go on!" Penelope smiled. "I'll keep Oliver and Percy company for you."

I laughed and went to sit next to Marcus. "So, when does the professor come?"

"Should be coming soon," he said as he kissed my neck. "You look absolutely stunning this morning, Amy."

"Thanks, love," I smiled. "Oh, do you have Divination next?"

He shook his head. "Trelawney's a freak," he told me. "Thinks she knows how to talk to the dead."

"Well, that is part of the whole Divination thing," I said. "I've met loads of people who can actually do it."

The loud crashing of a door made the whole class quiet. There was a pale man wearing all black, with a 'Drop dead, I hate you all' look. Must be Snape. I've seen worse at Beauxbatons.

"Open your books to page three hundred and ninety four," he said in a sharp voice. (A/N: anyone remember that from the movie? funny stuff! lol) His eyes scanned the room, until they landed on me. "Oh, and who have we here? A new student?"

I smiled. "Yeah, my older brother and I came from Beauxbatons. I'm Amy Diggory."

"I suppose that means you're related to that Hufflepuff, Cedric, no?" he asked. My smile faded. I had to admit, this guy was pretty good at intimidation. I'm never one to be afraid of a teacher, I think this guy's a first. But as the old saying goes, 'Fight Fire With Fire'.

"Uh, yeah," I said and rolled my eyes. "You done interrogating me yet? I kinda came here to actually learn something."

I could hear all these gasps and feel all wide eyed Gryffindors staring at me. I had just done the unthinkable! I talked back to Professor Snape!

"Well, aren't we so over confident," he sneered. "May I ask what thinks you have the right to talk back to me in such a manner?"

"Cos I'm me, that's why," I smirked. "I've got friends in high places. If I so much as snap, I could have five people on you faster than you could say, 'eye of newt'."

Three detention threats, and sixty glares later, Potions was over. I swear, Snape would've given me eighteen detentions if I hadn't been sitting with Marcus. Plus, I think my "friends in high places" comment gave him a bit of a scare. I was now officially a Gryffindor Hero. Hurrah!

"Amy, you're amazing!" Penelope told me after we started walking to Divination. "I cannot believe you said that to Snape!"

"No big, I've done worse," I said.

"Hellooo, ladies," I heard two identical voice from behind us.

"¡Hola, amigos!" I smiled at Fred and George. "What class do you have next?"

"Potions," Fred answered.

"Snape should be in a particularly good mood, ready to torture us--"

"--so we're going to have to be careful about when we put the--"

"--surprise in his desk."

"Don't do it, you guys," Oliver warned them. "Amy and Snape had a huge spat in class. We barely got anything done from all their fighting."

"Really?" they asked, very interested. "Do tell."

"Well, he started asking me all these questions about me and such, so I tell him to stop interrogating me. He gets pissed, then I tell him I've got some very powerful friends, and he shuts up," I said. "He threatened to give me detention too, but never did. I think it was because I was sitting with Marcus." I smiled as I said, "I think he's scared of me."

The twins started hooting in laughter. "Are you joking? I think you're our new hero, Amy." They both put an arm around me and started singing "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow", but said 'lady' instead of 'fellow'. I'm so loved!

STAR

The rest of September was the same way I guess. A few classes with Marcus, the rest with Penelope, Percy, and Oliver. We had some good laughs, like in Quirrel's DADA class. He was always stuttering and twitching. Really quite funny. I've taken my Nimbus 2000 out for a ride a few times, just to check out how Hogwarts looked from in the sky. It was a beautiful school, with it's towers and all the woods surrounding it. The weather was still pretty decent, so I would stay out longer.

I was doing well in all my classes, except for Herbology. I've never really had a passion for that kind of stuff, like the way I do in Transfiguration. It's just much easier. I'm great with the spells McGonagall gives us. I think I'm doing better than Percy in that class.

Penelope and I had definitely gotten closer over the week since we have so many classes together. I think I'll bring up her relationship with Percy later next week. I would have a few tête-à-têtes with Alicia and her friends. We all agreed that Oliver was probably the hottest guy in school. They liked Cedric too, but I couldn't say anything about it, since we're related. That'd just be wrong. Everyone seemed pretty cool. Ron and Harry even came to me with some homework help. Percy and I have had a few debates about different subjects, like the use of Divination in the real world and stuff. I've even helped Fred and George pull a few pranks. I got a detention for one, but it was totally worth it. The look on Filch's face! HA!

As for Oliver, I'm not so sure. Whenever I'd try talking to him about something by ourselves, he'd walk away, muttering something about Quidditch or homework. But when we were around other people, it was like there was nothing wrong. I have no idea what's wrong with him. Why he won't talk to me? Maybe because I'm dating Marcus? Oh, please, Amy. Get real. Oliver can't be that immature, can he? Just because I'm dating his arch-enemy, he can't talk to me. Maybe I should ask him. Yeah, that's a good idea. I'll ask him.

A/N:

Yay! Sorry it took me so long, blame my English teacher, assigning a stupid Frankenstein essay. I made Percy proofread it, but he was no help. What a retard. I used to think he was smart too!

Percy: I haven't even read the book!

Excuses, excuses! Fred and George were more help than you!

Fred and George: Really? Alright!

Hey, just a question for those of you who have read the book. Do you think Victor Frankenstein or the monster deserves sympathy? I think the monster does. And I can't really say why, or else I'll go on a long rant about it. Just tell me in your review, PLEASE!

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