A.N.) I'm back.........and no one cares, right? Just as I thought. As much as I would have loved to stay away longer, I knew that all of my readers (the few of you that I have) would come after me asking for more (Hint Hint......pass the word of my fic, would you?). So here's more for you. And remember, R&R please!
One last note: after I read about a certain Quidditch match (some of you know what I'm talking about), I now have double meanings stuck in my mind. So yes, you will find a fair amount of double meanings in here, including that one phrase, only it's in Spanish (Becca, Twilight, and Godseyewitness79, the three of you know which phrase that Wood [couldn't help that] be.)
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Chapter 12
The rest of the week went by, nothing unusual worth talking about.
Friday evening came along, slowly of course. But finally it came.
"Finally! I never though we'd reach the end of the week!" I said at dinner Friday evening.
"I know what you mean," Andrew replied. "I never thought homework would end."
"It' not my fault that you wait until the last minute to do your homework," I said in reply.
"Not everyone is like you Cristina," Oliver said, giving me his look that makes me smile every time.
"I know. I'm just special," I replied, knowing exactly what he meant.
"You're special alright," Robin said with a laugh, ducking as I threw a dinner roll at her.
"So Oliver, what time does practise begin," Bethany asked him as the roll flew over her head.
"Well, when did Cristina plan to start it?" Oliver replied.
I stopped throwing food to look at him.
"What do you mean when I planned to start it?" I asked him.
"You are Captain when I'm out, right?"
I nodded in reply.
"Well then, when did you tell the team practise would start?"
"I said ten in the morning, same as always, except when you say otherwise," I replied.
"And that's your answer Bethany," Oliver also replied.
"I would have asked you Cristina, but you were having a little too much fun throwing food at Robin," Bethany said.
"Hey, not all of us are mature!" I replied, laughing.
"Thanks for stating the obvious," Becca said as the roll Robin threw hit her in the face.
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Saturday morning came. I was up early so that I could do some things before practise.
I took a shower first, which was pointless. A heavy rain the night before caused everything outside to become saturated and muddy.
The good news was; it wasn't raining anymore. If it was, I didn't hear it.
After I was dressed and ready, I grabbed my wand and a bag full of stuff and went on down to the field.
I didn't bother with breakfast; I wasn't hungry.
Reaching the locker room, I went over to my office, opened the door, and walked in. Tossing my bag onto the couch in there, I then sat down in the chair behind the desk.
This office is only available to female Captains. Oliver is our Captain, but since he made me Co-Captain, I got my own office. His is located across the locker room on the boys' side.
I like to come here to get away from everyone. It's quiet, except when my teammates are changing outside, and it's full of things I enjoy. If I wanted to, I could even sleep in here, though I much prefer a bed over a couch.
It was full of posters, drawings, pictures, and other random stuff. I had Quidditch posters, of course.
I even had a poster of our team from two years ago when we had won the Cup (A.N. remember, in the 4th book there is no Quidditch.) The best part was that, like all pictures in the wizarding world, our team moved around. Oliver and I were standing next to each other, holding the Cup up high together, smiles beaming brighter than the sun.
I also had posters of soccer teams too. Such as the Colombian National team (a.n. they only have a men's team, which sucks) and United States Women's National Team and, my favorite team of all time, the Atlanta Beat. They play fair and have talent. Muggle pictures don't move, but I've charmed my posters so that they would.
I have tons of pictures around too. Some are of me playing soccer or being a referee, others are me at Quidditch and soccer games. I have pictures of my friends of course, all of us enjoying ourselves as we move back and forth between the others.
Getting up from my chair, I went over to the couch, opened my bag, and took out a scrap of fabric. The fabric was a deep red and gold color, stained with blood.
Holding the scrap in my hand, I walked over to the desk again, but stopped in front of a wall full of moving pictures. This was a favorite wall of mine for one reason: all of the pictures were of Oliver and Andrew, as well as all my other guy friends. But over half of the pictures were of Oliver and me together.
Taking out my wand, I pointed it at the fabric and a blank space on the wall next to picture of Oliver in full Quidditch gear.
"Tackius!" I said as the scrap became pinned in place next to the picture.
I love that spell. I can pin up whatever I want without having to worry about putting holes in the walls or in my stuff. Such as my drawings. I've drawn lots of stuff; Quidditch scenes, soccer scenes, portraits, and other things along those lines.
And about that scrap of fabric: it was the piece of Oliver's robe that he tore off and wrapped around my bleeding fist at our first practise of the season after I had beaten up Flint so nicely.
I probably would have stayed in there forever, except for the fact that I heard the rest of the team walk in. So I walked out and joined them; after all, I still had to put on my armor and uniform.
"Cristina? You're the first one here? That's unusual," Robin said to me as she, Bethany, and I got ourselves ready for a long day of practise.
"As tired as I was last night, I found myself getting up early this morning," I replied. "Besides, you know that I'm excited when it comes to Quidditch."
"That's not all you're excited about," I heard Bethany mumble next to me.
"Silencio!" I whispered as I pointed my wand at Bethany.
As Bethany tried to speak, Robin and I fell down laughing while I tucked my wand back into my robes.
"Are you girls done yet? We need to start now!" I heard Oliver call out from behind the door.
"Yes, please hurry before our mighty Captain goes insane," I heard Fred add to Oliver's comment.
That increased our laughter as I took the Silencing Spell off of Bethany while we walked out of our locker room and met the boys.
"Are we finally ready?" Oliver asked us as we walked out onto the pitch, Bethany, Robin, and I still laughing.
"What's funnier than us?" the twins asked from behind us.
"Nothing, we just have our heads stuck in the gutter right now, that's all," I managed to say through giggles.
"Whatever. Who has the balls?" Oliver asked.
"We do!" the twins shouted in reply as Bethany, Robin, and I dropped onto the wet grass and started laughing again.
"Get your bloody heads out of the gutter and let's get on with practise," Oliver said, giving a small laugh and shaking his head.
"I'm ok........really, I am," I replied as I stood up and mounted my broom. "I'm ready now," I added as my laughter died down a little more.
The rest of our team mounted their brooms as well; Oliver was riding one of the school brooms until we go to Hogsmeade tomorrow.
As soon as the rest of the team was into the air, Fred and George let the Quidditch balls into the air, tossing Robin the Quaffle. Then they too were in the air with us.
Circling around the pitch, I saw Madam Hooch sitting in one of the stands, here broomstick next to her in case anything were to happen to us.
Flying back down toward the area of play, I saw Robin and Bethany attempting to score on Oliver, but to no avail. I flew over to them and intercepted a shot at the middle hoop.
"Oliver, you look rather bored. Maybe I can make this more interesting," I said as I moved myself to a position in front of him.
Bethany and Robin started laughing again as they moved in front of me so I could talk to them.
"He's staring at my ass, isn't he?" I asked the two of them while I was grinning.
"You're doing a great job of messing with his mind Cristina because he is most definitely staring at your ass," Robin said through laughs.
"How can he play Quidditch on the same field as you if he's too busy staring at you?" Bethany added.
"Yo no sé. But he better save it for off the field. Right now I've got a great idea for a play though," I replied.
"Please do tell," they said in unison.
"I was working this out last night on paper and I know it will be the perfect way to score. Alright, here's the deal: basically every guy in this school has a little something going for me, right?"
They nodded in agreement.
"What we'll do is this: the three of us will fly in a V-formation, me in the center, Bethany on my left and Robin on my right. I'll have the Quaffle with me. As soon as we are about ten feet from the goals, Bethany, you will fly behind the left goal and wait there for us. Robin and I will continue to fly at the opposing Keeper. The Keeper will never even see the two of you since he'll be too busy staring at me. So as soon as we are five feet away from the Keeper, Robin, you will fly behind the goal on the right and both of you will wait for me. I'll still have the Quaffle. Now, if the Keeper was paying attention, then he would notice the ball. But I have a little something in mind for him: I'll be holding the Quaffle in one arm right in front of my chest. But he'll be too busy paying attention at what's past the Quaffle, you know what I mean?"
They nodded in agreement again. They knew what I meant.
I then continued: "I'll fly right up to the Keeper so that I'm a little above eye-level. While he's still busy staring at what's in front of him, I'll throw the Quaffle through one of the goals. If it's on the left, Bethany, you'll receive it after I score and keep going until the Keeper notices you. The same goes for you if it's on the right side Robin. So, any questions?"
"That was bloody brilliant!" Robin said to me.
"If we do that, we'll definitely be up by five by the time Harry catches the Snitch," Bethany added. "The only problem we will encounter is when a team has a female Keeper."
"In that case, we just play as we usually do," I replied as the three of us flew to the center of the pitch.
"So, you want to try this on Oliver now?" Bethany asked.
"Oh yes. If we can get past Oliver, then we can definitely get past any other male Keeper with this play," I replied.
"This should be good. So what will you call this play, since you came up with it?" Robin asked me.
"I'll name it only after it works the way it should," I replied as I put the Quaffle against my chest.
"Ready to be beaten Oliver?" the three of us called out to him, getting the attention of everyone else on the pitch as well.
"You think you'll actually be able to get past me?" Oliver said in his cocky Quidditch voice.
"Yes, we do!" we shouted back as we took off.
I was immediately aware that we were being watched by our other fellow teammates, as well as Madam Hooch.
As soon as we had left the center of the pitch, we immediately went into our V-formation.
We were closing in on the goals quickly........fifty feet.......forty........thirty........twenty........
"NOW!" I shouted.
Bethany flew left and stopped behind the left goal. Seconds later, Robin was behind the right goal.
Now it was my turn.
I began to slow as soon as Robin had left, which was when we were five feet away from Oliver. My play was going the way I had planned it: Oliver never even noticed Bethany or Robin because he was busy looking for the Quaffle.
He found it alright. But that's not all he found.
As I had planned, he kept staring at my chest until I was a foot away from him. I then moved myself so that I was above eye-level so he wouldn't lose sight of the, uh, Quaffle.
And he most certainly didn't let his eyes stray. Moving my broom closer to him, his face was inches from my chest.
I was driving him INSANE!
I took advantage of that time to toss the Quaffle through the left goal. Bethany caught it and was able to score eighteen more times before Oliver finally blinked back to reality.
"Beat you, didn't I?" I whispered to him.
"I'll talk with you later," he replied, smirking.
"Fine. Until then," I said, giving him a small peck on the cheek.
"Until then," Oliver replied, returning my kiss before I flew off to join Bethany and Robin.
"That was a most brilliant play Cristina!" Bethany said as I joined her and Robin.
"Guess this means I should give it a name, huh?" I said to them.
"It worked, so you should," Robin replied.
"Hmmmm........what do you think about this for a name; Weaker Keeper because of the fact that they let their guard down since they become very distracted," I said, thinking over the name.
"Has a nice sound to it. Definitely a perfect name when we play against Slytherin, though I don't think their Keeper could be any weaker," Bethany said as the three of us laughed.
"I'm ready for you this time!" we heard Oliver call out to us.
"Is that a challenge?" I replied as we got into position again and took off.
Before you knew it, I had just scored again. I tossed the Quaffle to Robin this time since she was closer. She too scored another eighteen times before Oliver realized that we had tricked him again.
"Give up yet Oliver?" I asked in my own cocky voice as I continued to fly in front of him, only at eye-level now.
"No. You know that I never give up. But I do want you to go work on your Reverse Pass. You still have trouble with your accuracy," Oliver replied.
How cute. Our winning-obsessed Captain is pretending to not be distracted by me. It's not working though.
"I know you never give up. You're obsessed with winning."
He smiled at my comment.
"Alright, I'll go work on my Reverse Pass, if it will make you happy," I added.
"That's not all that would him happy," Robin whispered to me, trying hard not to laugh.
"What would make me happy is if I were to pull out my wand and put the Silencing Spell on YOU this time," I replied as I knocked the Quaffle out of her hands. "Now come on, let's practise!"
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Finally, practise was over right before dinner started. I stayed behind to do some things while everyone else ran off to dinner.
Though still quite dirty (muddy and wet) from practise, I went into my office still wearing my uniform and armor and got onto the couch. I then removed my leather gloves which protect our hands. The padding in the fingers makes it really hard to do a lot of things; makes me wonder how anyone can catch the Snitch with those on.
Pulling out my bag, I removed its contents: a sketch book and the best art supplies in both the wizarding and Muggle worlds.
Opening the sketch book, I flipped through a few pages until I found an empty page. Still lying on the couch, I began to sketch a figure out on the paper. I wasn't trying to draw anything in particular; I was just going with whatever came to my mind.
But before I knew it, I saw what was on my mind: my drawing looked just like Oliver's head, sort of. Half of it looked like Oliver's face; the other half looked like Andrew's face.
My thought about my new drawing was that it showed my feelings: I was split between them. I mean, yes, I love Oliver so much; but I also love Andrew. I truly don't know what to do.
I was trying to think everything over when I heard a knock on my office door.
"It's open," I called out.
Seconds later, Oliver opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind him.
"¿Que pasa Oliver?" I asked, forgetting about my choice of words.
Pretending not to notice, he sat down at the opposite end of the couch.
"Nice little play you made up on the pitch today," Oliver said, grinning at me.
"Oh, did you like it? I call it Weaker Keeper," I replied, returning his grin.
"Weaker Keeper?"
God I love hearing him say Keeper. It's just the way he says it; I mean, with that sexy accent of his and all.......lo siento, anyway.......
"Sí. I call it that because of the fact that they let their guard down since they become very distracted by the attractive female Chaser in the middle who happens to be holding the Quaffle," I replied, my grin becoming even wider now.
"I'm guessing you'll be using that play against Slytherin eh? Oliver said to me.
"Sure will. But we decided it would be best to try it against you because if it worked on you, then it would definitely work on any other male Keeper," I replied, laughing.
"So are you saying I'm good or weak?" Oliver asked me, also laughing.
"I'm not saying anything like that."
"Sure you're not."
"Believe what you like. But for right now, could you help me take my armor off?" I asked him.
Oliver wasn't about to say no. If anything, it looked like someone had turned lights on in his eyes. Those amazing, deep brown eyes of his were glowing like the sun.
"Don't mind if I do," he replied as he began to remove the armor from my legs, as well as my shoes.
"So Oliver, what kind of broom will I see you with tomorrow?" I asked, not realizing that he would take that phrase a different way.
Oliver stopped what he was doing and looked straight into my eyes; the look of pleasure on his face was unbelievable!
"Ah! No! I didn't mean it that way!" I exclaimed, causing his smile to fade a little. "What I meant was what kind of broom are you going to buy to replace your last one?"
"Oh. I've been saving up to buy a new one for a while," Oliver replied as he helped my remove the armor from my arms before tossing it onto the floor with the rest. "I'm planning on buying a Firebolt. Hopefully that will last longer than all of the other ones I've had."
"That's great Oliver! I find mine to be near impossible to destroy. Maybe now you can escape those Bludgers?" I said as I removed the armor from my other arm and tossed it to the floor.
"That would be nice, seeing as how I always seem to be a Bludger target," Oliver replied.
"Yeah, and thanks for helping me with this stuff. Otherwise I'd probably be wearing it forever," I said as I got up and put my armor into my soccer bag.
"So you're going to leave the rest of it on?" Oliver asked me.
"Huh?"
I had completely forgotten that I still had on the back and chest armor under my uniform shirt.
"Oh. You wouldn't mind helping me with that too, would you?" I asked as I removed my robes and laid it on my desk.
I then began to remove my Quidditch uniform shirt to reveal the armor underneath. All of my fellow teammates know that I always wear my white tank-top under my armor, since putting it on and taking it off is a two-person job.
But I think that, briefly, Oliver had forgotten that; he was unbuckling the armor rather quickly.
"Are you in a hurry Oliver?" I asked him.
"No, not really," he replied, though his pace didn't slow any.
He finished in no time at all. As soon as he was done, I raised my arms in the air and let him lift my armor up off of me before tossing it onto my bag.
Seeing the look of disappointment of not seeing me in my bra, I began laughing at him.
"What's so funny?" Oliver asked me, grinning.
"Did you forget that I always wear this shirt under here?" I said in between laughs.
"Maybe," he replied, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him. "But now you have to help me."
"Alright," I said as he sat down long enough for me to remove his shoes and leg armor.
As soon as he was standing again, he removed his gloves while I helped him to remove the armor from his arms.
When I finished doing that, he too took off his Quidditch robes and tossed it onto mine. Then he quickly took off his Quidditch uniform shirt to reveal the armor underneath. He just stood there smiling while I began to unbuckle his armor.
Ok, Oliver was enjoying this way too much. What was he up to? I mean, we'd helped each other like this before, so why was he so happy?
I finished quickly enough. I then slid the armor off over his head, knowing that I'd see the same white, short-sleeve shirt that he always wears under his own armor.
Um, well..........he didn't have that shirt on today. In fact, he didn't have ANY shirt on. All he had touching his beyond sexy chest was my whale's tail necklace.
DAMN! All these years of playing Quidditch have really paid off for him!
"You were, um, planning this, weren't you Oliver?" I asked as he put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him again.
"Yes, actually, I was," he replied, gently kissing my lips.
"Well, I am thoroughly distracted now. So does this make us even for the day?" I asked quietly.
"I guess so. Though you are pretty distracting right now," Oliver replied, running his hands under my shirt and up my back, causing me to push into him.
"Why now? You've seen me dress like this plenty of times before," I said in between his kisses.
"You just seem so different now," he whispered back as he let my hair down.
"And so do you," I whispered softly to him as I wrapped my arms around that strong neck of his.
Not letting go of each other, we sat down on the couch. Actually, we weren't even looking to see where we were going; our lips were still very much joined.
Sitting down, I swung my legs over his, enjoying his reaction as I sat in his lap.
"Oliver?" I managed to say as he was sucking my bottom lip.
"Mmmm?"
"Say Keeper for me," I yet again managed to say.
"Keeper," he said, letting go of my lip.
"God I love how you say Keeper," I said.
"Oh really? Alright then; Keeper."
I started to giggle like an idiot.
"You like that eh? Keeper. Keeper. Keeper," he repeated, causing me to giggle even more.
"It's just the way you say it. No one else is like you," I said, looking deep into his shining brown eyes.
"No one else is like you either Cristina. And that's why I'm so lucky to have you for myself," Oliver whispered to me, causing my famous smile to show.
"I love you like you wouldn't believe Oliver," I whispered back as I slowly drifted off to sleep.
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A.N.) Sorry about how long that was. I don't know if I'll be able to get another chapter out before I go on vacation again, except this time I'll be gone for a week. So don't hate me, I'll write while I'm gone the best that I can so I can type it up when I get back.
Yes, this next chapter is the Hogsmeade visit, so it will be a fair length.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Until the next one.......R&R please!
