A.N.) Sorry if that last chapter wasn't that great, though I heard that those of you that read it enjoyed the 'tree scene' as I now call it (hehe). And I'm afraid that this chapter may be along the same lines of the last. Yet again, I have very few ideas for it. But I hope you still enjoy it.
So here it is.
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Chapter 11
"What time is it?" I mumble to myself, turning over to look at my clock on my nightstand.
"Well, I'm not late. And that's all that matters," I said to no one as I got out of bed and opened my trunk.
After getting my clothes, I went to the bathroom to get myself ready for the day ahead.
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Finally finishing, I walked out to a half-empty dorm room. I guess that there were some who still needed to finish their homework from the night before.
"Buenas días Becca," I said as I woke up my friend.
"Cristina? What are you doing up early? Usually I have to get you up," she mumbled as she got out of bed.
"I know. I just happened to wake up early, that's all," I replied before walking out of our room and down to the Common Room.
It was still a little too early for breakfast, so I decided to sit on the couch and wait. I was hoping to catch Oliver before breakfast, but I figured he was still sleeping.
So, putting one hand on the back of the couch, I propelled myself over the back and landed on something hard that was lying on the couch.
"What the hell?! Get off of me!!" I heard someone say.
Turning my head to my left, I saw that I was sitting on top of Oliver.
"Oh, Cristina.......I didn't know it was you........I'm so sorry" Oliver said to me, both of us blushing like crazy.
As I tried to get up off of him; I had landed on his hip; he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him as he sat up.
"I'm lucky that you're so light," he whispered from behind my neck after pulling my hair aside.
"What, are you afraid that I'd hurt you?" I said mockingly.
"Well, yeah," he replied, un-tucking my shirt.
"Oliver......not here where everyone can see us," I said as he went for the back of my neck.
"Let them see us. I don't care who knows that I love you," he said as he kissed me softly.
"I can't argue against that," I said as he wrapped his legs around mine so that, even if I tried, I couldn't get up.
Not that I wanted to.
Before I knew it, Oliver had me pinned down on the couch. We were just going at it. But were we enjoying ourselves.
"This is a great way to start the morning," I thought to myself.
Hearing a door close, Oliver though nothing of it. But I was a little worried.
"Oliver, what if Rebecca sees us? She might get the wrong idea," I whispered, afraid of being caught by her, one of my best friends, as well as Head Girl and a Prefect.
"Get the wrong idea of what?" I heard someone say from behind us somewhere.
Oliver jumped up so quickly that he bit my lip, again.
"Uh, well......" Oliver started to say, but I cut in.
"I had an eyelash in my right eye and I couldn't seem to get it out. So, since Oliver was down here, I asked him if he could get it out for me. But he insisted on getting it out the hard way," I said before Oliver cut in.
"And since I couldn't see it very well, I had her lay down so that the lighting would be better. But I had to kneel over her to get a good angle at it, so that's........" Oliver said before I cut in again.
"What we were doing!" I finished, hoping our story was believable.
"Sure......an eyelash......that's why your hair looks like it did when you were two months old," Rebecca said as she walked out the door.
Oliver looked towards the door. When he saw that Rebecca had left, he grabbed my hands and pulled me up off of the couch.
Then we walked to the door; Oliver had both of my hands in his, smiling like crazy.
"Cristina? I think you'll want to fix your hair now, before anyone else sees you," Oliver replied, desperately trying to hold back his laughter.
"Why's that? I already did my hair this morning."
Oliver then pulled me into the bathroom near the portrait door and pushed me toward the mirror.
"Oh shit! Accio Cristina's hairbrush!" I called out.
Seconds later, my brush came flying down to me. I then fixed my hair and pinned it up for the day.
"That's the only problem with making out with you Oliver," I said, laughing as we walked out of our Common Room. "I can never keep my hair calm."
"I have a hard enough time staying calm around you," Oliver replied, trying to fix his own hair, seeing as how I had screwed it up even more than it had already been.
"Come on Oliver; let's get down to the Great Hall before anyone else."
"Why? You in a hurry for some reason?" Oliver asked me.
"Sort of. But just wait until we get there," I replied, walking faster.
"Slow down Cristina; your poor, decrepit boyfriend can't keep up with you," Oliver called out.
I stopped and turned around to face him.
"Poor decrepit boyfriend? Where? I just see Oliver Wood in front of me, who hasn't completely come back to his normal standards," I replied as he moved closer to me.
"Come closer, I need to tell you something."
"What?" I asked moving closer to him so he'd be able to whisper in my ear.
At that moment, Oliver stuck his tongue into my ear and then took off down the hall.
I ran after him.
"Poor decrepit my ass!" I yelled down the hallway as I ran after him. "You better keep running Wood! You don't want to know what I'll do when I catch you!"
I was running so quickly that I didn't see anyone walk out in front of me until I ran into them.
"Damn my luck," I said to myself as I looked up to see that I had run into none other than Marcus Flint.
Getting up to my feet, I said, "Get the hell out of my way Flint."
"Why? I never did get the chance to thank you for my injuries our first weekend back," he replied, showing me his horrible smile.
"Yeah? Well consider that an early Christmas present," I growled as I moved around him to leave.
But then, as I was about to take off after Oliver, Flint grabbed my waist.
I suddenly felt very sick.
"I DON'T THINK SO!" I yelled as I kicked my right leg up, allowing my foot to reach its target.
"He won't be getting up for a while," I thought to myself, smiling as I ran off.
You see, coming from a soccer playing background, I have a very lethal kick. But my right foot inflicts the most damage. Just ask all of the other guys that have pissed me off. And when I have cleats on.........let's not go there, shall we?
Finally reaching the Great Hall, I saw Oliver waiting for me at our table.
"What took you so long?" he asked me as I sat down next to him.
"You don't want to know," I replied, still feeling really sick.
"Yes I do. What kept you? I know that you can catch up with me at any given time; so what kept you?" Oliver asked.
"Alright, but you won't like it. I was trying to catch you and I literally ran into Flint and......." I said, "he tried to make a move on me."
"WHAT?!" Oliver yelled, jumping up at the same time.
Everyone in the Great Hall looked at him, and then resumed what they were doing.
"Oliver, don't worry. I took care of that problem. So let me put it this way: my right foot, his sensitive area."
After hearing me say that, he sat back down and looked at me.
"If he ever tries anything again......"
"Don't worry. I don't think he'll mess with me again," I replied, cutting him off before he could finish. "In fact, I'll be amazed if he can move ten hours from now."
That made Oliver smile. Seeing him smile made me smile.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'd like a little breakfast before class," I said as I attempted to fill my plate, not being very hungry after what had happened in the hall.
"You're going to eat more than that, aren't you?" I heard someone ask me as they sat next to me.
"Buenas días Andrew," I said as he began to fill his own plate. "And how much I choose to eat is not a matter of yours," I added.
"Whatever you say. So Oliver, where were you last night? We were wondering what you could possibly be doing wrong. I mean, you're not that bad in Transfiguration. So what kept you?" Andrew asked him.
"Yeah, I was going to ask you that earlier, but you ran off," I added, giving Oliver my own look that he never seems able to turn away from.
"If you really must know, then I'll tell you. I told you yesterday that I was to stay after and tell Professor McGonagall about what happened at our first Quidditch practise, and so I did. Then I had to make up Transfiguration lessons almost all night, which is why I fell asleep on the couch. I was too tired to go upstairs," Oliver said between mouthfuls of food.
"Sounds like you had a very late night then. I'll just tell everyone that we don't have a Quidditch meeting after dinner so you can get some sleep," I said, grinning at my own sarcasm.
"Since when has a loss of sleep kept me from Quidditch?" Oliver asked me with his own sarcasm.
"Never. But I never know," I replied, rolling my eyes. "By the way, I called the meeting for seven tonight."
"Good. I have news for the entire team to hear," Oliver said to me.
"How about telling me first?" I said, showing him his own sad-eyes look.
"Well........you can wait till tonight too," Oliver replied, grinning.
"Damn you!" I said as I slapped his arm while he laughed.
"Hey, save your aggression for Quidditch!" Oliver said while still laughing.
"Sí Captain," I replied, rolling my eyes again as the bell rand for classes to begin.
"Come on you two. Quit talking about Quidditch now so that we can get to Arithmancy on time," Andrew said, walking ahead of us.
"You're lucky that we haven't covered much in class Oliver. You'll have a hard enough time making up what was covered," I said to Oliver as we reached the classroom.
"Don't remind me," Oliver mumbled in reply as we took our seats.
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"I couldn't be more relieved to have that class over with. It's so boring," Krista said as we all walked away.
Krista, Bianca, and Lillie then left us for whatever classes they had next.
"Where are you going Rebecca? The entrance is this way, remember?" I said as Rebecca began to walk away from us.
"Actually, I promised Brian that I'd meet him somewhere and we'd walk down to the Greenhouse together," she replied as she hurried off.
"Well then I guess it's just the four of us then," I said as Andrew, Oliver, Tommy, and I walked to the Entrance Hall together.
Harry, Hermione, and Adrianna had already gone outside.
"So, what is the creature of study now?" Oliver asked me as we went out onto the grounds.
"Um, well, actually, yo no sé. I slightly missed last week's classes, so this will be a surprise to me too," I replied as I blushed and looked down.
"Why did you miss class last......." Oliver began before he was interrupted by Andrew.
"You really want to know what we're studying? Trust me, you won't like it," Andrew said, saving me from Oliver's question, though I know he'll find out soon enough.
"But what is it?" Oliver asked.
"Well, we happen to be learning about griffins. Lucky for us though, they aren't full grown yet. Though that's not saying they aren't fierce still," Tommy replied as we reached Hagrid's hut.
"WHAT?!" Oliver and I exclaimed in unison.
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"I'm so glad that our griffins were sleeping today," I said as we walked to lunch together.
"Yeah, you have no idea what it's like watching them shred raw meat in front of you," Tommy said as we sat down to lunch.
"So what do we have next?" Oliver asked me.
"We have Charms next," I replied. "Too bad you missed when we learned Spongify. That was awesome!"
"What exactly does Spongify do?" he asked me.
"Watch this: Spongify!" I said as I pointed my wand at a floor tile.
My timing was perfect: a Slytherin student came running into the Great Hall at that time, ran onto the now bouncy floor tile, and went flying until they hit a wall.
Our table erupted into a roar of laughter.
"...........did you see the way they hit the wall?!......"
"........finally found where they belong.........."
"........I want an instant replay!........"
Our laughter finally died down when the bell rang for classes to start again.
"Come on Oliver. You too Andrew, let's go to class before one of you busts from laughter," I said as I pulled them to their feet since they were still laughing.
"Yeah sure Cristina," Andrew said as we walked away, still laughing quite hard.
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"I'm so glad that we learned Skurge," I said as we walked out of Charms class.
"Yeah, maybe now you'll clean José's cage more often," Lillie said to me.
"What, are you saying that my guinea pig smells bad?" I asked sarcastically.
Oh yes, I knew he smelled bad. It's not easy cleaning a guinea pig in a castle. And no one else was willing to help, so yeah, he stank.
"Fine, I'll clean him this weekend, just as long as someone holds him for me," I added. "Maybe I can 'predict' who will hold him during our Divination class."
At my saying that, I got many groans from those that had that class with me next. Someone, please feel sorry for us.
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As usual, I took the table next to the window. Andrew, Oliver, Kevin, and Harry all came to join me.
"It's that time of the week again," Kevin said.
"Oh yeah, I know it," I replied as I took out a small, short roll of parchment and quill.
I then divided the paper with my quill by writing out our names on it like this:
Galleons Sickles Knuts
Cristina
Oliver
Andrew
Kevin
Harry
"Alright, the betting starts now!" I said.
"5 Sickles says Harry's dead by the end of the week," Andrew said.
"1 Galleon on Oliver saying something will happen to him again soon," I said.
"10 Sickles says you leave us Cristina," Harry replied.
"20 Knuts says Harry gets poisoned by Friday," Kevin said.
"3 Galleons says Cristina leaves us," Oliver said.
We all stopped long enough to stare at Oliver.
"AND 15 Sickles says Harry falls to his doom from his broomstick playing Quidditch," Oliver added.
"I put 26 Knuts on what Oliver just said about Harry," I said.
"11 Sickles on Harry living this week after his 'poisoning'," Kevin said.
"1 Galleon says nothing happens this week to me," Harry said, laughing about his own bet.
"1 Galleon says Cristina falls from broomstick again, but meets her doom this time," Andrew said.
"Thanks for the kind thought Andrew," I said, giving him a small kick from under the table. "Any last bets?" I asked.
They all shook their heads.
"Alright then. Bets are now final. Results will be dealt with at dinner since we have to sit through this class first," I said as class began.
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"Well, there were some interesting fates today," Oliver said as we headed down to dinner.
"'Don't worry dear, the poison won't kill you. But the fall you take from your broomstick during Quidditch practise will.' Yeah, thanks for the lovely fate-of-the-week professor," Harry said, imitating Professor Trelawney quite nicely.
"'You will fall from your broom during Quidditch, poor dear. I'm afraid that you share a similar fate with Harry. Then you will leave us shortly after that. Your disappearance will be quite mysterious.' Like that makes a lot of sense," Andrew said, also imitating Professor Trelawney.
"So, what does this bring the bets for today up to?" Kevin asked me, seeing as how Oliver, Andrew, and Harry were laughing too hard to speak.
"Mmmm......I'm not sure yet. I'll need to finish adding everything up at dinner. I did write down the 'predictions', so I don't have to worry about mixing anything up.
Finally reaching the Great Hall, I sat between Andrew and Oliver, as usual.
I then took out the small roll of parchment out that contained our bets for the week.
"Alright then, let's see what we have for the week: I just earned 4 Galleons and 10 Sickles. Harry gained 31 Sickles and 46 Knuts. Alright, here's who owes what: so pay up," I said as I put the parchment in front of them so they could see the results.
I then took out the 26 Knuts I was to give to Harry. And that I did.
"How many more times do you think you and Harry will die before she finally says something good will happen?" Oliver asked me.
"Only she knows," I replied, laughing.
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Soon enough, dinner was over and we headed back to the Common Room. While everyone else went about their own ways, we, the Gryffindor Quidditch team, stayed in the Common Room for our meeting.
I was pretty tired, so I decided to stretch myself out on the couch. As soon as the meeting was over, and only Oliver knew when that would be since he controlled it, I was going to bed.
"Nice to have you back Captain," Robin said, laughing at her comment.
"Glad to be back. We have a lot to do before the first game of the year," Oliver began.
"But the first game isn't for another six weeks!" Bethany said.
"Oh come on Bethany: you know our mighty Captain better than that," I replied as I tried to hold back a yawn.
"I know we have six weeks left. That's why we have to have practise three times a week: Saturdays, all day; Tuesdays after dinner; and Thursdays after dinner. This goes into effect this Saturday. Practise will end, as always, when I say it's over," Oliver said.
*Groans coming from the team*
"I've already talked this over with Madam Hooch and she said......." Oliver began before he was interrupted.
"Why did you talk to Madam Hooch about our practises? We've never had to talk to her about it," Fred said to Oliver.
"I know that. But Professor McGonagall said that after what happened at our first practise, it would be safer for the entire team if we have Madam Hooch oversee practise from now on," Oliver replied.
"But why can't we just risk our safety? It's not like we haven't been in the hospital before," George said.
"I too asked about that. We won't be allowed to practise if we don't do it this way. But there is a bright side to this," Oliver said.
We all leaned in closer.
"The other teams won't be allowed near the field unless we invite them to come," he finished.
"At least something good came out of this," Harry mumbled as Oliver ended the meeting.
The rest of the team went their own ways just as the rest of our House had done. I was still stretched out on the couch when Oliver sat down at the end my feet were at.
"Watch it! I'll have no form of defense if you sit on my feet!" I said as Oliver stretched out on the couch the opposite way from me. "So now I get to smell your feet? Thanks a lot Oliver."
"Sorry, I'm just really tired still," Oliver replied, grinning at me from the other end.
"Well then maybe we should get off to bed," I said. "In our own dorm rooms," I added.
"Try and make me then," Oliver replied as he grabbed my feet.
"God no, not the feet!" I said as he began to tickle the bottom of my feet. "If I kick you, it's your fault because I can't control this!"
"Cristina? Are you still down there?" I heard Rebecca call from above.
"Oliver......stop for a minute, would you?" I whispered to him.
You see, he had progressed from tickling me to kissing me, not that I would ever mind or anything. But Rebecca obviously heard us.
"Yes Rebecca, I'm still down here," I replied, sitting up now.
"Thought so. It's almost 10p.m. So get yourself up here now. Not the best way to set an example for the First years," Rebecca said.
"Yo sé, yo sé," I replied. "I'll be up there in a few minutes."
I then heard our dorm room door close.
"Come on Oliver. We better get up there before she goes insane."
Pulling Oliver to his feet, we walked up to our dorm rooms together, my hand in his.
When we reached our doors, he gave me one more long, very passionate kiss goodnight.
"I love you Cristina," he said as he opened his door.
"I love you too Oliver," I replied as we closed our doors for the night.
"Have fun Cristina?" Rebecca asked me as I got into bed.
"Cállese Miss Prefect," I said, laughing as I closed the curtains around my bed.
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A.N.) Alright, I have to end it there. I'll be going back home for a visit for a few days. I swear I'll start writing another chapter as soon as I get back. So that's why I'm leaving you with such a long chapter. But I hope ya liked it! Till the next chapter......keep reviewing/reading/spreading the word of my fics.
