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Chapter 3
Not Obsessed, Really
Oliver was in his room when Percy came in. "Hey, Perce."
"Hi, Oliver."
"What have you been up to? Visiting the dungeons again?"
Percy nervously looked around the room and glared at him. "Sh."
"Oh, right, no one knows but me, you, and your hockey partner."
"Shut up."
"Sorry, Ah couldn't help it."
"Sure."
"Ah know, this is why ye don't want anyone to know, so they won't bug ye. How's she doing?"
"Fine. How was practice?"
"It went okay."
"Let me guess, you are devising a whole new strategy."
"Actually, yes, Ah figure if Ah have Fred and George position themselves, you're making fun of me, aren't you?"
"Yes. But please continue."
That's what Oliver liked about Percy. Oliver was into Quidditch, Percy was into being perfect, neither of them was obsessed, and they both knew that. Oliver didn't understand why everyone else seemed to think otherwise. "All right. See this is the way." He showed Percy the plan he had come up with during last practice.
"You know, that just might work."
"That's what Ah was thinking about."
"Have you worked on your essay for Transfiguration yet?"
"No. Ah didn't have time last night. Ah was doing very important things."
"Important things?"
"Yes, important things."
"What were you doing?"
"Quidditch practice, and then Ah was devising this strategy."
"Very important."
"Did you start on yours last night?"
"No."
"Percy, you didn't start on your homework yet?"
"No, I had important things as well."
"What?"
"Important things."
"Oh, that's right you had to have a-" The door opened and Jacob came in. "- an important meeting last night with a Prefect, right?"
"Yes. Exactly."
Both Percy and Oliver became quiet. Percy started his homework, and Oliver continued with his game plan.
-The Next Morning-
Jusea was in the Common Room reading a book. It was a Muggle book, but it was by far her favorite. Then she heard the drawl that was Draco's alone. "What are you reading, and why are you up so early?"
"I'm reading A Tale of Two Cities, and I wanted to get up early to read. What are you doing up? I mean, don't you usually get up later than now?"
"I was hungry, so I figured I could get some breakfast."
"Great, me too."
"I didn't say you were invited."
"Oh, but Draco you didn't have to, I'll come with you anyways."
"Why don't you wait for Flint?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Isn't he supposed to show you around?"
"Yes, but, well, he's not up, and you are. And I'm really hungry. Come on, Draco, I don't want to follow you."
"I suppose I can allow you to walk with me."
"Thank you, Draco, you're so wonderful."
"Thanks," he said coldly. "Let's go. And don't talk that way to me in front of other people."
"What way?"
"The way you're talking to me."
"I'm talking to you like I normally do."
"Look, just watch what you say. Come on."
"All right." They walked in silence to the Great Hall. When they got there they went off to the Slytherin table. They sat across from each other.
"See, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" Jusea asked.
Draco just smirked at her and started eating. Jusea didn't understand why he did this. If he got a better attitude, and smiled more, he would be extremely attractive. Although she bet that he already had girls all over him.
"What are you looking at me for?" Draco said.
"Just thinking."
"Eat. And don't be so cheerful. No one in Slytherin is going to like you if you act like that, trust me."
"Come on Draco, being nice never hurt anyone."
"It's hurt me."
"Whatever." Jusea started eating.
-At the Gryffindor Table-
Oliver stared at his plate intently. George, Fred, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and Harry stared at him. "So, Oliver, what are you looking at?" George asked.
"Sh." Oliver picked up his wand and muttered something under his breathe, then the pieces of bacon started moving around, strangely enough as if they were in a Quidditch game.
"What are you doing?" Alicia asked.
"See, Alicia if you quit talking then you could properly pass the Quaffle to Katie, George will cover you-"
"Katie, can you pass the hash browns, please?" Harry asked.
"Yeah." She handed Harry the plate.
Oliver glared at Harry. "And if you quit eating, you could catch the Snitch. You missed it." Oliver continued 'playing' his imaginary Quidditch game. The rest of the team continued eating.
-Meanwhile-
Marcus walked to the Great Hall. He had waited in the Common Room for half an hour that morning, but Jusea hadn't shown up. Where was she? He turned into the Great Hall. There she was, with Draco. Marcus breathed deeply. Their families are just friends. Their families are just friends. He sat down next to Jusea. "Good morning."
Jusea turned and smiled at him; gosh, her smile was beautiful. "Hi, Marcus. Sleep well?"
"Yes. You?"
Draco started laughing.
"What's wrong?" Marcus snapped.
"Nothing." The boy continued eating.
"I'm glad you got down here."
"Oh, it was no problem."
"Yeah, Marcus, we walked down together."
Marcus glared at Draco.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Jusea asked.
"Yes." Marcus turned to his plate, determinedly not looking at Jusea or Draco.
-The Next Saturday-
Oliver paused at the bottom of the steps to look around the Common Room; no one was there. He went towards the girls' side. Percy wouldn't catch him. The prefect had had a late night with Penny, so he was still asleep. He went to the door and tried to open it. It threw him down the stairs. He got up and tried again. He had to get to his girls; they needed to practice. Practice was life. After being thrown down the stairs four times, he started pounding on the door. The door was opened by Ginny Weasley. "Good, go wake up them."
"Who?"
"Who? What do you mean who? Angelina, Alicia, and Katie. Now!"
"All right."
He liked this Ginny. She must understand the importance of Quidditch, for she had run off very fast to get them. That was good enough for him. He went back to the guys' side and went into the fourth years' room. He went to one of the Weasley twins' bed and shook him, then did the same for the other one.
"Come on you two, up, up, up. You're wasting the day away."
One of the twins looked at Oliver. "We're not here right now, come back later though."
"This isn't funny. We need to go. Ah have a whole new game plan that we need to go through. Let's go."
"Fine." The two started getting up, and Oliver smiled and left. He went into the second years' bedroom. He found Harry's bed quickly and went over and started shaking him. He had come up with a new plan and they needed to practice it right away.
"Whatssamatter?" said Harry groggily.
He seemed a little sleepy, although Oliver didn't understand why. The idea of playing Quidditch was sure to get one excited.
"Quidditch practice! Come on!"
Harry looked out the window. Now he would see how perfect it is for Quidditch practice.
"Oliver, it's the crack of dawn."
"Exactly." Didn't Harry see how important this was? "It's part of our new training program. Come on, grab your broom, and let's go. None of the other teams have started training yet; we're going to be first off the mark this year-" Harry got out of bed. Why was he going so slowly? However, he started putting on his Quidditch robes. "Good man. Meet you on the field in fifteen minutes."
I'm writing this story with krenyaalenak.
Chapter 3
Not Obsessed, Really
Oliver was in his room when Percy came in. "Hey, Perce."
"Hi, Oliver."
"What have you been up to? Visiting the dungeons again?"
Percy nervously looked around the room and glared at him. "Sh."
"Oh, right, no one knows but me, you, and your hockey partner."
"Shut up."
"Sorry, Ah couldn't help it."
"Sure."
"Ah know, this is why ye don't want anyone to know, so they won't bug ye. How's she doing?"
"Fine. How was practice?"
"It went okay."
"Let me guess, you are devising a whole new strategy."
"Actually, yes, Ah figure if Ah have Fred and George position themselves, you're making fun of me, aren't you?"
"Yes. But please continue."
That's what Oliver liked about Percy. Oliver was into Quidditch, Percy was into being perfect, neither of them was obsessed, and they both knew that. Oliver didn't understand why everyone else seemed to think otherwise. "All right. See this is the way." He showed Percy the plan he had come up with during last practice.
"You know, that just might work."
"That's what Ah was thinking about."
"Have you worked on your essay for Transfiguration yet?"
"No. Ah didn't have time last night. Ah was doing very important things."
"Important things?"
"Yes, important things."
"What were you doing?"
"Quidditch practice, and then Ah was devising this strategy."
"Very important."
"Did you start on yours last night?"
"No."
"Percy, you didn't start on your homework yet?"
"No, I had important things as well."
"What?"
"Important things."
"Oh, that's right you had to have a-" The door opened and Jacob came in. "- an important meeting last night with a Prefect, right?"
"Yes. Exactly."
Both Percy and Oliver became quiet. Percy started his homework, and Oliver continued with his game plan.
-The Next Morning-
Jusea was in the Common Room reading a book. It was a Muggle book, but it was by far her favorite. Then she heard the drawl that was Draco's alone. "What are you reading, and why are you up so early?"
"I'm reading A Tale of Two Cities, and I wanted to get up early to read. What are you doing up? I mean, don't you usually get up later than now?"
"I was hungry, so I figured I could get some breakfast."
"Great, me too."
"I didn't say you were invited."
"Oh, but Draco you didn't have to, I'll come with you anyways."
"Why don't you wait for Flint?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Isn't he supposed to show you around?"
"Yes, but, well, he's not up, and you are. And I'm really hungry. Come on, Draco, I don't want to follow you."
"I suppose I can allow you to walk with me."
"Thank you, Draco, you're so wonderful."
"Thanks," he said coldly. "Let's go. And don't talk that way to me in front of other people."
"What way?"
"The way you're talking to me."
"I'm talking to you like I normally do."
"Look, just watch what you say. Come on."
"All right." They walked in silence to the Great Hall. When they got there they went off to the Slytherin table. They sat across from each other.
"See, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" Jusea asked.
Draco just smirked at her and started eating. Jusea didn't understand why he did this. If he got a better attitude, and smiled more, he would be extremely attractive. Although she bet that he already had girls all over him.
"What are you looking at me for?" Draco said.
"Just thinking."
"Eat. And don't be so cheerful. No one in Slytherin is going to like you if you act like that, trust me."
"Come on Draco, being nice never hurt anyone."
"It's hurt me."
"Whatever." Jusea started eating.
-At the Gryffindor Table-
Oliver stared at his plate intently. George, Fred, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and Harry stared at him. "So, Oliver, what are you looking at?" George asked.
"Sh." Oliver picked up his wand and muttered something under his breathe, then the pieces of bacon started moving around, strangely enough as if they were in a Quidditch game.
"What are you doing?" Alicia asked.
"See, Alicia if you quit talking then you could properly pass the Quaffle to Katie, George will cover you-"
"Katie, can you pass the hash browns, please?" Harry asked.
"Yeah." She handed Harry the plate.
Oliver glared at Harry. "And if you quit eating, you could catch the Snitch. You missed it." Oliver continued 'playing' his imaginary Quidditch game. The rest of the team continued eating.
-Meanwhile-
Marcus walked to the Great Hall. He had waited in the Common Room for half an hour that morning, but Jusea hadn't shown up. Where was she? He turned into the Great Hall. There she was, with Draco. Marcus breathed deeply. Their families are just friends. Their families are just friends. He sat down next to Jusea. "Good morning."
Jusea turned and smiled at him; gosh, her smile was beautiful. "Hi, Marcus. Sleep well?"
"Yes. You?"
Draco started laughing.
"What's wrong?" Marcus snapped.
"Nothing." The boy continued eating.
"I'm glad you got down here."
"Oh, it was no problem."
"Yeah, Marcus, we walked down together."
Marcus glared at Draco.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Jusea asked.
"Yes." Marcus turned to his plate, determinedly not looking at Jusea or Draco.
-The Next Saturday-
Oliver paused at the bottom of the steps to look around the Common Room; no one was there. He went towards the girls' side. Percy wouldn't catch him. The prefect had had a late night with Penny, so he was still asleep. He went to the door and tried to open it. It threw him down the stairs. He got up and tried again. He had to get to his girls; they needed to practice. Practice was life. After being thrown down the stairs four times, he started pounding on the door. The door was opened by Ginny Weasley. "Good, go wake up them."
"Who?"
"Who? What do you mean who? Angelina, Alicia, and Katie. Now!"
"All right."
He liked this Ginny. She must understand the importance of Quidditch, for she had run off very fast to get them. That was good enough for him. He went back to the guys' side and went into the fourth years' room. He went to one of the Weasley twins' bed and shook him, then did the same for the other one.
"Come on you two, up, up, up. You're wasting the day away."
One of the twins looked at Oliver. "We're not here right now, come back later though."
"This isn't funny. We need to go. Ah have a whole new game plan that we need to go through. Let's go."
"Fine." The two started getting up, and Oliver smiled and left. He went into the second years' bedroom. He found Harry's bed quickly and went over and started shaking him. He had come up with a new plan and they needed to practice it right away.
"Whatssamatter?" said Harry groggily.
He seemed a little sleepy, although Oliver didn't understand why. The idea of playing Quidditch was sure to get one excited.
"Quidditch practice! Come on!"
Harry looked out the window. Now he would see how perfect it is for Quidditch practice.
"Oliver, it's the crack of dawn."
"Exactly." Didn't Harry see how important this was? "It's part of our new training program. Come on, grab your broom, and let's go. None of the other teams have started training yet; we're going to be first off the mark this year-" Harry got out of bed. Why was he going so slowly? However, he started putting on his Quidditch robes. "Good man. Meet you on the field in fifteen minutes."