A/N: As we start a new chapter, I hope that the last few have been interesting for you…because it sure as heck was interesting to me! I liked the reviews that I got…so far, but I must encourage you…I need to know how to improve here!

Oliver raced out of the Great Hall and tried to tail Cho. "Hey! You!" he called over the crowd. Several girls looked over their shoulders, and giggled at the sight of Oliver and his swollen eye. Cho was one of those girls, and she was surprised to see that Oliver was looking for her. "Oi, the one with a red bag!" Oliver called, coming closer to her. "Can I help you?" Cho asked, confused. "Yeah. Hi, I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Oliver Wood…" he began, slightly out of breath. "Hang on, I know you. You're the team captain of the Gryffindor team." Cho said. "Well, yes I am. But it's not Quidditch I want to discuss with you today. I've got a mate…can't say who because he'll kill me. But anyway, my mate really rates you, and he wants me to talk to you for him." Oliver said. "Is he someone I know?" Cho asked. "Well, I don't know. But he's a nice guy and all, but a little shy. I'm sure that he would be of interest to you once you get to know him." Oliver replied. "Well, I'd love to meet your mate, but not now. I've got a class to get to. But before I go, whatever happened to your eye? You should see Madam Pomfrey about that." Cho hinted. "Oh, I got this somewhere. I'll take care of this. And I'll see you around okay? I've also got a class to get to." Oliver said. Cho waved, then walked away.

That morning, Oliver had a class in Herbology with the Ravenclaws. He did not expect to see Mae there, since she had a habit of skipping this particular class, saying that she had a bad case of 'monthlies'. But one could only use that excuse once a month though. Nevertheless, Oliver was still surprised to see Mae in the front row of the greenhouse. Professor Sprout, with her tousled hair and all was chattering merrily with the hydrangeas that seem to have sprouted mouths and teeth. "Move along chaps, we've got an interesting lesson this morning. We're tackling interspecies breeding today, and for an example we've got some Muggle hydrangeas interbred with some talking zinnias. You may notice that the body and petals of these flowers resemble those of hydrangeas, but the color is distinctly zinnia. Now, can anyone give me a quick history of interspecies breeding?" she asked.

Oliver saw a tall, lanky guy with brown hair raise his hand. "Mr. Smith?" Sprout called. "Uh, early Greek horticulturists accidentally allowed two kinds of flowers to interbreed, and as a result, got a very interesting combination of flowers. What we see now are evolved products of what other horticulturists have managed to produce." He said. The class murmured it's approval, and Sprout clapped her hands and said "Good boy Mr Smith. Five points to Ravenclaw. Mr. Smith is right, this branch of Herbology is absolutely mistaken…" she went on. Apparently, this wasn't exactly a favorite subject for these students, because he noticed everyone drifting off as Madam Sprout talked about the history of interbreeding species.

Towards the end of the lesson though, Oliver saw a flash of white sail through the air and land in front of him. He discreetly unfolded it and it read:

Wood-

Lesson's a bore…I'll see you later in detention. At least that will be more fun.

Mae

Oliver's eyes nearly bugged out. He snuck a glance up front and saw Mae grinning at him. Again, he felt his heart twang…Harry certainly had a way with the ladies.

A/N: Guys, I'm really sorry this chapter took such a long time to get posted. You see, schoolwork is starting to come in by the truckload, and that hardly leaves me any time to put in chapters like I used to. But don't worry, I will finish the fic, and I promise that the ensuing chapters will be really good. Thanks for putting up with me like this.ü