Authors note: Forgot to feel in the bloody blanks first time I uploaded this. Looks at hair Yep definetly a blonde.... Oh and Chocolate Bar is just a random place I selected from a NYC travel guide...I like chocoloate and couldn't think of anything else so it got selected. If anyone has a better idea be sure to tell me.

Disclaimer time: Yo, I do not own...that which is not mine....It's Jake's all the time. Okay that's just me being silly. Anything belonging to the Harry Potter realm belongs to the magnificent JK Rowling. Izzy Bella however is mine.

Chapter Two: Bitter girls are hot

Standing up and looking around, Oliver realized he didn't know where he was. At least I know the language, he thought to himself. The whole city seemed to be going somewhere, and here Oliver stood in the middle, not knowing where to go. He looked at the crazy beeping metal cars and decided that no; he did not want to cross the street. He knew the name of the place he was suppose to be going, but he didn't know how to get there. The other guys had been to New York before and had mentioned something called a subway that was an underground train. Praying that someone knew where was Oliver decided that he would have to ask someone.

The first New Yorker he had stopped had not been a pleasant experience. "Where is The Chocolate Bar ? Oliver asked politely.

"I don't know and I don't particularly care. Get out of my face," said the first woman, had quickly brushed him off. The subsequent asking for directions had the same results; "go aways" rude comments, evil glares, and the occasional cussing out.

"Bloody hell! I'm never going to find my way out of this city alive," Oliver muttered as he continued to walk. One woman-- one he didn't even speak to-- was particularly rude, she just said, "Get out of my way," with a few other vulgar words added in. Trying to quickly back away from the rude women Oliver bumped into someone else. He turned with dread on his face to see a young blonde woman with piercings.

"I'm so sorry," Oliver said apologetically, almost pathetically. "It was an accident."

The girl at first glared at him, then said, "You better watch where you walk in this city."

"I'm trying to," he said, still sounding very apologetic, "I'm just lost."

"Ok...say what?" the blonde girl asked quickly.

"I'm lost," Oliver said, "I'm from Scotland. I was here with team and they ran off and left me."

"Did a man just admit he was lost?" the girl asked a little more pleasantly.

"Yes," Oliver gave a slight grin, "I'm bloody lost badly."

The girl rolled her eyes but she couldn't help noticing that the young man had a sincerity that shone through the pitifulness. "Do you know where your friends were going?"

"We were suppose to be heading back to The Chocolate Bar but I think they were going to get some food first."

"Just what I was about to do before you ran me over."

"I'm sorry," Oliver said meekly.

"I heard you the first time. First thing you have to learn about New York that is being polite doesn't always help."

"Oh...um...I would say I'm sorry again, but I don't think you would like that. Can you help me?" Oliver laughed a little. The girl was standoffish but still eased his worry nonetheless. At least he had found someone who would speak to him.

"Yeah after I eat. Starvation isn't my thing," she started to walk into the restaurant.

"What am I suppose to do till then?"

"You have money, don't you?" Oliver nodded meekly. "Then come on. The restaurant's open to everyone." He followed her and they were seated at a table for two.

"I'm Oliver Wood, by the way."

"My name's Izzy," said the girl. When they sat down to eat, Oliver took a good look at the girl for the first time. He was amazed by what he saw. His first reaction to her had been fear because of her piercings and attitude, but now he caught on to her softer features. She had a lovely face, framed by short, almost white, blonde hair with fire red streaks. She had the most pleasant and lovely violet eyes he had ever seen, perfectly outlined with dark eyeliner, even though Oliver could tell she didn't need it. Her eyebrow and her (labret) chin were pierced but somehow it worked for her.

"No last name?" Oliver asked.

"None that I want," said Izzy insinuating that there was something wrong with her last name. "If you want you can call me Izzy Bella," she said sarcastically.

"Isabella!" Oliver laughed. "I like it."

"Good, you better if you want my help."

Oliver laughed. The girl, though bitter, was amusing. Oliver assumed she didn't think too highly of him, but he didn't mind as long as she helped him. He couldn't stand the thought of remaining lost in the world's largest city.

"Believe me, I want it more than you know," Oliver added seriously. Izzy couldn't help but struggle not to smile at the boy's feeble attempts at humour. Yes, he was a boy, and even though he was the same age as herself Izzy couldn't think of him as an adult. She didn't want to like anything about the boy, but his innocence was endearing. He spoke freely and honestly, and she never once caught him looking down at her low cut shirt. In Izzy's world, low cut shirts weren't for attracting men; they were for testing them. So far this stranger was passing the test. Still, Izzy couldn't deny she was drawn to the boy. Ever since he had apologized so freely and admitted he was lost, she had been drawn to him. Everything about him seemed endearing, from his damned naiveté, to his puppy dog brown eyes, to his sexy accent. None of them fit together. Sexy, naive and puppy are not three words that are easily strung together.

Oliver continued to talk, "See I'm a...Qu... rugby player. First trip to New York; first trip to the States actually. Never imagined them to be like this. You see, I'm from a small town and well...this is not a small town. I can't imagine living in a place like this."

"You get use to it," Izzy said honestly, then scolded herself for it. "It's a place like any other, and I'm tired of the idiotic tourists who don't seem to comprehend that."

"I'm sor.....nevermind," Oliver laughed. The entire meal he talked to the beautiful New Yorker and he could tell she was gradually easing into talking to him. When she had met him she had been rude, but gradually she was becoming a little more comfortable and a little less defensive. Oliver was enjoying it, Izzy on the other hand, wasn't. She was enjoying his company, but couldn't stand the "niceness" she was exuding. She wasn't a bad person, but she wasn't a "nice gal" like she was acting.

"God Oliver quit being so easy to get along with," she said crossly with a laugh, "You and your accent and eyes, you're messing up my New York attitude."

"Can't help who I am, Miss. Must be a Scottish thing," he smiled.

"Well that's one less place I want to visit," Izzy said rudely. Still, she couldn't help but be a little disappointed when the check came and dinner was over. She didn't let Oliver know that, "Thank goodness I can finally get rid you!" she said as the check arrived but inside she had to admit she'd enjoyed the company and the conversation. She even hadn't minded having to help Oliver with the money because he was use to "ummm....pounds," as he put it.

As the walked through the streets Oliver was still amazed by all the sites. Izzy rolled her eyes. He was so easily distracted that it was annoying. Against her own will she grabbed his hand to lead him through the city. It was warm in her hand. One part of Izzy hated it; she hated being vulnerable. At the same time, however, if it were anyone's hand she was forced to hold on to might as well be him. Damn it, she thought, He's making me go soft. To the hard edge Isabella, the gentle Oliver seemed like a child. Maybe that was just perspective, though, because to Oliver Izzy seemed stuck as an angry teenager.

The Chocolate Bar was just a block away and Izzy was fighting her desire to take the long route. She could spend hours getting to this one places, when in actuality it only took five minutes. As always, she hid her emotions behind annoyance and anger. "Damn this traffic," she muttered as they crossed a busy street. Damn this feeling, she said to herself. I never feel anything; I never want to feel anything, dammit! Suddenly she stopped. "Ok, I hate to say this, but here's my number if you are actually a decent guy and not some scam artist, call me. Otherwise The Chocolate Bar is just around the corner and I hope you burn in hell," she glared at him.

Oliver stifled a small laugh. "Well, I am a decent guy, and I'll call you when I get home. As for hell, you don't really want me to go there do you?"

"Do I have to be honest?" She rolled her eyes, "No, you're a decent guy and if you call me I'll stop cursing you to hell, but if you don't I can't think of a better place for you."

"Don't worry Izzy Bella, I'll call as soon as I can. Thanks for getting me here in one piece. I wouldn't have survived this city without you," Oliver kissed her hand, "Farewell for now."

Izzy would never admit it, but her heart fluttered and skipped a beat when Oliver kissed her hand. She watched as he waved to his teammates across the street and crossed to join them.

Damn him, she thought turning away, He's too damn perfect

As Oliver left with his team he glanced back at the aggressive, angry, and beautiful girl he had just met. Strange, he thought. She sure is a strange one. Strange as she might be, he couldn't help smiling to himself. He secretly admitted to himself how much he had liked her.

"How'd you get here, Oliver?" Rance asked, "We didn't realize we'd lost you till it was too late."

"Were you with that woman?" Farren asked, wide eyed.

Oliver rolled his eyes, "She helped me navigate this city." The wheels of Farren's mind were turning. Of course, he was thinking something completely inappropriate. "It wasn't a big thing Farren."

"Sure sure," the Muggle-born wizard laughed, "Did you get her number?" Immediately Oliver cheeks turned bright red. It was a reaction only an inexperienced boy such as Oliver would have and it immediately answered his question. "You did! Aw, our little Oliver is growing up." All his teammates joined in the good-natured teasing.

"You're becoming a man," Rance wiped away a fake tear, "I never thought I'd see the day." Then he added in a serious tone, "Really, I never thought I'd see the day, Mr. Innocent." Mr. Innocent was a new name for Oliver. Even though he wasn't experienced he never considered himself innocent, only focused. He wasn't sheltered. He'd never dated merely because he'd never wanted to. Quidditch had always, and would always be the focus of his life.

"It's just a number! It doesn't mean..." Oliver fumbled over his words. It wasn't just a number and it did mean something. Everyone else just continued laughing as Oliver turned a violent shade of red.

"Come on guys, give the kid a break," Rance brought the teasing to an end. Even if he always was the comedian, he was also always a friend to Oliver. Even with the age difference he respected Oliver and knew when to stop.

As the team walked away Oliver hung behind the rest. Rance fell back from the crowd to join him. "You alright kid?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks," he gave Rance a slight smile.

"Just answer me one thing kid. Do you like her?" Rance gave a big toothy grin and a gentle nudge with his elbow in the ribs

"Yeah, actually I do." Oliver couldn't help grinning, "Actually I think I do a lot." Rance just nodded and the two caught up with the group. Finally Oliver felt like he was connecting with at least one member of the team. He'd have to thank Izzy for that later. As for now, it was a guy's night out.

Authors Note: Okay I'm a ditz. I just got that the restruant/bars name was really witty laughs