110-30. That was the score. We defeated the Slytherin team and celebrated after.Well, the team celebrated. Mostly, Oliver and I sat in the corner of the locker room. I was on his lap and we would stare then kiss. Stare then kiss. You get the picture.
"I can't believe I got away with that" I whispered.
"I can't believe you had the guts to do that" Wood replied. Wait…why was I calling him 'Wood'? My mind controls what to call him at what times and I hadn't noticed that I had been calling him Wood awfully a lot. I snapped out of my trance.
"You love me?" I heard him ask. I snapped my head to his and stared at him with a surprised expression. What was he talking about?
"Huh?" I asked dumbfounded.
"You said that you loved me.out on the field" he stated. Wait, did I really? Let's think back a moment won't we? …I would never do anything like that to you and I love you…So I did say that. Great one Jess.Well might as well admit it already.
"Yes Oliver Wood, I do love you. Do you have a problem or something?"
"No not at all, that is of course unless you're lieing. Are you lieing Jessica Davidson?"
"Why not at all…I just love this chisled, flawless body of yours. Along with every other crazy girl after you. Your beautiful body. Why else would I love you?"
He rolled his eyes and leaned in to kiss me. We were inches from each other when we heard a cough. I turned. My back was facing everyone, you know. There stood Angelina, Fred, George, Harry ,Katie Bell -who I might say was looking very annoyed at the sight of me and Oliver- and, Alicia Spinnet. Fred and George had the most amused look on their faces and the rest gave us that Iknowwhatyouguysweredoing look. I smiled nervously.
"Umm, hey guys!" I greeted the best I could without sounding like anything was going on. "Great game, we're sure to win the cup this year" I added for extra measure.
Silence. Pure silence.
I slowly got off of Oliver's lap. HA! I called him Oliver! Hmm…I made a mental accomplishment note and looked back at the team.
"Okay, what's wrong with you guys?" Oliver asked.
They suddenly started laughing hysterically. I looked at Oliver completely confused. He returned the look. Jeez, did they like get high from the snow…hold on…what is that I see creeping around George's back. It's in his hand.
Right then and there I saw something fly past my head and hit smack dab in Oliver's face. I turned around and started laughing. I laughed too soon. SMACK!
I reached the back of my head with my hand to feel something cold and wet. That's it. It was war. I ran outside and came back in with a handful of snow. They were all pelting Oliver with the wet substance. I walked up to George and tapped him on the shoulder. He met me with a wide grin as I took the snow and smashed it in his face. His pale complexion turned red from the cold as he started spitting out snow that I got in his mouth. Good job I might say.This went on for about an hour. We took it to the field were there was an endless supply of snow. God bless snow and all it's coldness. My butt was numb and I couldn't move my fingers. We lay there in the snow laughing and talking about the game. When it started getting late everybody but Oliver and I left. They were all going home for Christmas. I sighed and crawled in the snow getting my jeans wet in the knee area.I held myself up over Oliver who had his eye's closed and was breathing in and out in a steady rythym. I smiled and observed the boy in front of me.
From his messy brown hair to his lean abs that showed through his sweater. I looked at his closed beautiful brown eyes. I wished just for that second he could open them without ruining this moment. His lips were perfectly pursed in just the right way. They really did give him this sexy look.
"So hot" I muttered. His eyes fluttered open. He jumped and then relaxed and smiled. I could feel myself blushing. I stayed hovering above him though. We just stared at each other. I use my right hand and stroked the side of his face. I outlined his lips with my finger tips.I let them linger at the last moment before I withthrew it back to keep me up.
"No, Puddlemere is the best team"
"Okay, ok, I heard you, but you wouldn't want to play for anybody else?"
"Would you want to play for anyone else?"
"I don't want to play professionally"
"Why not? You should consider it, you're really good"
"Oliver…we're getting off topic here"
"What are you talking about? It's about quidditch isn't it?"
I sighed and flopped down on the common room sofa. We had just gotten back from breakfast and had the whole day free.
"Nevermind. So what are we doing today?" I looked up at him waiting for an answer. Nothing.I raised an eyebrow. Nothing. I guess he doesn't get the hint. I sighed even louder this time. He came back to earth with souvinuers from fantasyland.
"Yeh, umm…I don't know. What do you want to do?" He said this sitting down next to me and placing his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair as we both sighed loudly.I giggled and then went back to sighing. He looked at me like I had five heads and I just shrugged.
3 more days. 3 more days until Christmas. I had gotten Oliver dearest something during the summer. Not that I knew we would be a couple this year but I just saw it and had to pick it up. I should stop talking about it before he begs me to tell him. He and Chloe are the worst.
" Come on Jess….just give me a little hint…just a little one…o come on…please…you suck" I got everything from begging to insulting each year. This year I didn't mention anything to either of them.
I did however wonder what he got me. Knowing him he probably panicked and asked his mother for help.
His mom. One of the best ladies I know. She was really like my own mother. MY mother didn't have time for me. She was too busy putting stuff up her nose. Oliver had known about my mother's drug problem since my 3rd year. That's when I really knew he was my best friend.
She had dropped me off one year at platform 9 ¾. She was so high that I had to drive half the way and I was only 14. Oliver saw me at the platform and saw what such a bad state my mother was in. He helped me get my luggage out of the car and call a cab for my mom. That was one thing I admired about Mr.Oliver Wood. No matter who you are, he'll help you. That is of course unless you're Marcus Flint. (Even then I think Oliver would help in someway but he refuses to admit it)
Christmas came that Sunday. I woke up feeling the cold seeping under the window crack and the owls greeting each other outside. I walked down to the common room where Oliver was waiting for me. We walked to the Great Hall, got breakfast, walked back to his dorm. The whole Gryffindor common room and dorms were empty. Students picked a time better than any to all leave and go home for the holidays. I sat crossed legged on his wooden dorm room floor looking up at his expectantly. He laughed.
"What?" I asked.
He shook his head and laughed again. I looked at him with raised eyebrow.
"It's nothing, it's nothing really, you just look like a little girl on her first Christmas waiting to open her presents" He smiled and laughed a little more. I gave him a playful snarl and went back to my littlegirlwaitingforpresent expression. He walked over the the drawer. I watched him rummage then turn around and sigh. He mumbled something like 'I can't find it'.
"Excuse me?" I asked. I wasn't trying to be mean, I was just impatient.
"Umm…I kind of can't find it" he said. He put his head down in shame then looked back up at me. I sighed and got up.
"Okay, I'm not mad" he gave me a suspicous look. "Well, not completely. I mean I understand you didn't get me anything. Can I still give you yours?" I asked feeling excited again. He nodded and I ran to my dorm. I picked up his gift where I had left it this morning, all wrapped and pretty.I ran up the boy's dorm room stairs and knocked on the door.I thought I heard a 'meow' but I ignored it. It was probably Butterfly falling off my bed again. How does my cat turn out just as clumsy as me? I opened the door when I heard him call my name.
I started speaking as I entered.
"Alright, I know it might not be the best thing in the world, but I thought you would like it.Pleas..." I stopped from surprise. I took in the scene in front of me. Oliver was sitting on his bed with a grey, blackspotted kitten on his lap. The kitten had a bow around its neck made of silky redfabric.
"Ok, maybe I lied about your present…I kind of picked you up a little something" he smiled one of the sexiest smiles I have ever screamed.I walked over and placed his present on the next bed over. I held my arms open and Oliver handed me the kitten. It nuzzled into my arms and 'meowed'. I let out an 'aww' and leaned down to peck Oliver on the lips.
"Soo…are you going to open yours anytime soon?" I asked. I mean, I didn't get it fornothing you know. He smiled once again and nodded. He sat up for a second and reached for his wrapped gift. I watched him tear the paper apart and laugh.
"The Complete Guide to Getting on the Puddlemere Professional Quidditch Team" He read aloud. I sighed and looked up at him sadly, kitten still in tow.
"I'm sorry. I know it sucks compared to your gift." I stated lowering my tone of voice. Honestly Jess, did you think that it was going to be a good gift? He probably had it already.
"Are you kidding? I've been begging my mom to get me this but, she tells me I should get real dreams" he sighed and flipped through it. "Really Jess, I love it" He continued looking through the book and once and then he would get really interested and stop and read something. I smiled and placed the kitten on the floor. It was male. I wonder if he had a name.
"Hey, what's his name?" I asked without looking up. Oliver didn't look up either.
"I thought I would leave it to you" he stated. He looked up then back down at his book. I smiled and watched the kitten purr against my leg. I thought about what has been my life these past few months.
This whole relationship thing with Oliver came so unexpectedly. He has been there for me, but this time in more than one way. We made it past the fights, and now look at us. "Keeper" I declared and admired my new pride and joy. Other than Butterfly of course. I never sawme and Olivercoming. I only wonered what could be strong enough to break what we had.
The others came back from vacation too soon.I waited in my dorm room sleeping and heard Chloe enter. She sighed and dropped something on the floor. I opened my eyes and sat up in bed.
"Didn't turn out how you thought it would?" I questioned as I yawned. I upraised my arms while strechting. She turned her head surprised at my presence.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Well how was your visit with Billie?"
"It was good…we didn't do anything"
I made my face into a mock shocked expression.
"Did dear ol Billie forget the glove?" I laughed.
She rolled her eyes and plopped down on my bed. She laid back, her legs swinging.
"No, I just changed my mind"She looked me in the eye. "We're not together anymore, we're just friends." I gave her a sympathy look and laid back down myself.
"Well, it was for the best I guess. I mean honestly, do you remember that game we used to play? The one where'd we imagine different scenarios and think about how'd we do in them? Do you really want to be the one that's the mom at the grocery store with a little kid wailing and tugging at her leg?" I shook my head. "I don't think so" I said in a sing-songy voice.
Chloe laughed and sat up.
" I guess not…hey this means I can go date Malfoy now" She looked up at the ceiling in thought. I hit her playfully in the head.
"How about laying off guys for a little while Clo?" I suggested. " It would do you some good"
She sighed and stood up, making her way to the bed.
I heard her mumble what I just said and then start unpacking her luggage. I threw a pillow at her.She turned around with a fake hurt expression and went back to her bag. I sat up and went to take a shower. I had quidittch practice in an hour. I walked in to find the same first year from 4 months before.
"Don't worry about it, stay" I said using my hands to motion her back in. Almost like a dog.She smiled and went back to what she was doing. I walked down to the common room in my pj's. Fred and George were sitting against the couches just arguing about something. I ignored them and snuck up to Oliver's room.
He was sleeping peacefully. I tiptoed to the side of his bed and stood there wondering what to do. Should I wake him up? Should I just use his shower? I chose option number two. I checked to see if anybody was in there first, then turned on the water and put a spell on the door to lock it. I stood under the water and exhaled. I took whatever shampoo he had and applied it to my head. Surprisingly, I felt more comfortable in his shower than mine. I looked around for the soap and grabbed it by the corner of the stall. I took a deep breath and slipped my whole body right under the head of the shower and let the water run. I stood there for a good 5 minutes before I got out. I wrapped a towel around my body and looked in the mirror.
I had changed so much from the past 6 years. My long black hair wasn't puffy and knotted. Dorky glasses no longer lingered on my face. My teeth weren't crooked, the braces had fixed them. My complexion wasn't freaking out from my hormones and pimples weren't popping up all over my face like 2 years earlier. My skin was smooth and my eyes sparkled in the sun. My hair was now always blown out and had highlights. It had tamed down quite a bit. I sighed and looked around for lotion.
I rubbed and continued my deep thinking. I was just about done when I put the lotion back and turned toward the door to unlock it. I picked up my wand that was lying next to the sink and said a quick reversal spell. I heard the door click and I sighed opening it silently and peering out incase anybody had heard. Everybody still seemed asleep, especially everybody that had gotten back from vacation. I saw that the coast was clear and stepped cautiously out the door.
"Jess?"
I frooze and turned to my right. The drapes on the four poster bed were pulled back and I saw one of Oliver's friends. I smiled awkwardly and nodded.
"Hi Sam"
"May I ask what the hell your doing?"
"Umm.taking a shower...well I already took a shower but, yeh that's what I'm doing in here…"
"Uh huh…Oliver's still asleep incase you wanna go say hi or anything. You'll just probably wake him up anyway, I don't know why I even tell you…I'm going back to sleep…"
He pulled the drapes back over and I heard a 'thump' as he flew back into his pillows. I smiled and tiptoed over to the side of Oliver's bed. He had this strange sly look across his look and turned a little on his side toward my direction. I took my free hand and played with his hair. I saw him flutter his eyes open uncomfortably and look down at my feet. He scanned the rest of my body, finally reaching my face. He had this shocked, pleased expression across his face.
"I could get used to waking up like that"
"Ha ha, very funny. My bathroom was occupied. I didn't feel like being a bitch. Plus you guys never wake up on Saturdays unless there is a Quidditch game. Nobody saw me…"
He smiled and shook his head. He patted the area on his bed. I sat and he rested his hand on my leg.I put mine with his and leaned down to peck him. I guess he wanted more than a peck because he wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me down more. I was just about on top of him and this kiss was no where close to being over. I let in and assured myself that everybody was sleeping anyway. I kept one hand on my towel and the other to hold me up above him. I forced the break of the kiss and sighed looking down at him. He smiledinnocently upat me.
"Can't resist for one sec can ya?" I asked playfully.
"Of course not…that wouldn't be fun. You know how much I like fun."
"Yeh, I know how much you like fun" I muttered rolling my eyes.
"Well, it was a pretty good except for one thing…" I added
He raised an eyebrow.
"You've got morning breath"I stated laughing. He frowned and put one hand over his mouth as he breathed into it then sniffed.
"Ugh...yeh your right" he said with a digusted look on his face.
"Doesn't matter, I still love you and your stinky breath…I'm going to head back to the girls dorm before it's too late and everybody sees me walk over with a towel on…only." I said and stood up as I made my way to the door. He made a small groan and whined like a little kid that didn't get what he wanted.
"Quidditch practice in 20 minutes..." he called as I opened the door.
"Yeh yeh....quidditch practice in 20 minutes...don't remind me..." I stated and closed the door.
I rolled my eyes once again and walked down the dormitory steps. I checked for anyone that would taddle and silently walked back up to my room. Chloe was sitting on her bed reading a magazine that looked American. She gave me a confused look. She probably wonders why I took so long. I laughed. She faced her direction toward my bed.
"A letter came for you. I put it on your bed. It's from your mother."
I gave her a suspicious look and walked slowly to my bed. There on top of my pillow was a letter addressed to me in my mother's unmistakeable handwriting. I picked it up and slipped my finger under the opening. What could my mother possibily want? The holidays were over. My heart dropped as I read. My new year had just turned out completely horrible.
Yeh...I know...it sucx doesn't it..gunna have to wiat till next chapter to find out wut the letter says..lol no bribes...haha review guys!! love ya thanks- JeSs
