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The new day dawned in much the same way it always did. There was only two more days of holidays left and the castle was quietly buzzing with excitement at seeing absent friends, and getting back to lessons. The crisp icy air was still caressing the building, leaving a frosty fingerprint, but still, people were outside, embracing winters icy touch. One particular person , with dark hair and green eyes, was pacing back and forth just outside the main entrance, waiting for a particular Quidditch captain.

"Okey, come on Potter, you have left this long enough. Just talk to Oliver about…what? I don't know! O yeah, that's what I am trying to find out by asking him. Maybe I need psychological help? I am talking to myself. But it's the only way I can talk about this! I am still doing it…okay, stop thinking…Now…did it work…did that count as thinking? God I am so confised!"

Luckily , Harry was spared the agony of tearing his hair out when Oliver Wood walked past.

"Hiya Harry! You ok? You look a tad confused there. Anything I can help with?" Oliver cheerful offered. The team captain was dressed in muggle jeans, and a large thick red jumper, that made the other boy seem cuddley and sexy at the same time.

"Huh? No I am fine Oliver, but I would like to talk to you. You got a mo?" Harry asked, straightening out his thoughts and walking along side Oliver, towards the Quidditch pitch. The team captain went there everyday , to check up on the place. Once again , another of Olivers quirks that was never questioned.

"Sure, whats on your mind? I have not got long, said I would meet Dra-Malfoy in about 10 miniets" came Olivers reply.

"More studying?"

"Kinda" was the cryptic response.

Harry's blood suddenly felt hotter. What did he mean by that, were they studying or not? Why was he calling him Draco? Not even Crabb and Goyle called him that. Harry suddenly felt a strong irrational dislike for the popular captain. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Oliver asked ;

"So what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, um…you being tutored by Malfoy. Nothing is …there? Is there?" the Griffindor golden boy asked.

"What do you mean, going on?" came the confused reply.

" Well …um…you know…giving Quidditch hints. Being overly friendly . I mean, it is just tutor and student." Harry bumbled his way through the conversation.

Oliver stopped walking and stared at Harry, and small enigmatic smile on his face. Harry felt his annoyance boil.

"Why should it matter to you?" Oliver questioned.

"Well, I mean… I would be terrible if we lost a match cos you trusted him to much…and at the end of the day he is a Slytherin and they can not be trusted…and..I mean…who would want to be friends with him anyway right?" by the end of the spech hrry was scarlet red, and could barly meet Olivers eyes. The small smile was still there, and all Oliver said , before he walked off was ;

"You need to learn, school houses are not the be-all and end-all of relationships."

Harry was left staring at the older Griffindors back , more questions floating about in his head.

And he was once again pissed off.

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"Morning Draco," rang Olivers cheery voice. He had agreed to meet the blond in the potions classroom, since Snape has asked the blond to take down the Christmas decortions that magically apprear, but fail to disappear. Damn Dumbledor.

"Morning" was Olivers mumbled reply.

"I got news that will make you hoilday!" oliver remarked, before pulling up a chair, leaning his head close to the other boys and whispering it to him.

Draco smiled as Oliver finished. Leaving the dazed blonds side, Oliver got up to the step ladder and said in a cocky, 'I am the ultimate master' voice

"Merry Chistmas blondie"

Draco merly kept smiling.

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