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Hey guys! This chapter is just...boys being boys. they mess around and what not. This chapter is just a bridge so i twisted it for your amusement.

Im in a good mood so SHA-LA-LA:D

This jumps POVs a few times. Sorry. hope you're not too confused.

Oh, um i made up Olle's dorm mates.

Now. TO THE STORYYYYYYYYY. :D
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Boys will be boys

Dear Mr. Wood,
I assume you know what is coming considering as you have witnessed Mr. Malfoy in action. I cannot release any information on how he has become a Vampire, but you know your job. Teach him the rules. Remember, You were in his place once.
-Headmaster Dumbledore

Oliver knew he would have to train and teach Draco, but he didn't exactly know how. The other Vampire students he had were not his enemy. So this was much different. He wondered if Dumbledore had sent a letter to Draco.

Oliver raked his fingers through his chocolate coloured hair and sighed. Glancing once more out the window beside him, he slowly walked toward the fireplace. Flopping on one of the overstuffed, Gryffindor coloured couches, he stared into the dancing flames. As the fire died down, it cast it's shimmering shadows over the darkening room. Before Oliver knew it, his eyes had become heavy and closed. Gradually, his breathing became slow and paced as only red embers glowed to the silent common room.

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Draco was dizzy and confused. His head was throbbing and everything was going out of focus. All that was on his mind was the Hospital Wing. He wasn't even sure why anymore. He walked down the abandoned halls carrying the dark-haired teen with as much strength as he could manage.
When he finally got to the large oak door, he fell unconscious.

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Oliver woke up tiredly with an elegant gray owl sitting by his face. Wait, an elegant gray owl!

"Ahh!" He cried out as he tumbled to the floor with a 'THUMP'. His bunkmates were snickering at him.

"Shut up you gits." he mumbled out. Rubbing his head, he stood up and pulled the note from the owl's leg rather forcefully. So much so, that he knocked the owl off balance. The angry owl pecked Oliver on the head several times hard. Seeing stars, Oliver pushed the owl away and watched it fly out the open window.

"You all right there Ollie?" One of his friends called laughing. He glared in reply, hating being called Ollie. He reached up on his bed and pulled the pillow down. With all the strength he had, he whipped the puffy crimson pillow at his friend-hitting him square in the face. He grinned and turned his attention back to the note. Unrolling it, he read.

The attached note will allow you to take Mr. Malfoy out of his potions class today. He is in the Hospital Wing currently. I do not expect him to be back in class until after lunch. You know where to find him.
-H.D.

'Nice letter.' Oliver thought sarcastically. A small note fell to the floor.

Please allow Mr. Oliver Wood to take Mr. Draco Malfoy from his potions class today. Dismiss him immediately.
-Headmaster Dumbledore.

Oliver grinned to himself. He hated Snape. He was glad to take this opportunity to piss him off.

Getting up slowly, Oliver didn't notice that his roommates had come up behind him. They raised their red and gold pillows and wailed him from all angles. He grinned slightly as his mood improved even more. Grabbing his nearest friend's ankle, he pulled it out from under them. James came crashing to the floor on top of Oliver.

they both groaned. The other three decided to take this opportunity to dog-pile the two cheasnut-haired boys on the ground. All of the boys eventually got involved in a wrestling match which ended up in bruises, two sprained ankles, a broken wrist, a broken rib, and 5 boys laughing uncontrollably.

To their displeasure, they all headed down to the Hospital Wing-still laughing. Madam Pomphrey was not at ALL happy with them as they arrived. She scowled as she mended the boys' wounds quickly.

As the head nurse stepped out of Oliver's view, he couldn't help but notice Draco lying in a bed next to Harry. He cringed a little and glanced to Madam Pomphrey.

"Hey, what happened to them?" Caylin asked her as she fixed his twisted ankle. He winced as she healed it. By now, all of the boys' attention was on Malfoy.

"None of your business." she snapped standing up. "Now all of you. Shoo!" she pushed them toward the door. Oliver took one last look at Draco. He lay there looking pained in his sleep. Oliver walked out the door with a twinge in his side where his rib had been fixed.

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Draco woke up and felt weird. Not sick or dizzy, just confused. Looking around the clean, white room, he spotted Harry lying in a bed near his. Madam Pomphrey looked down at him from whatever concoction she was fixing.

"Glad to see you are awake." she bustled happily.

"What happened to Potter?" he asked her. She looked at him puzzled.

"You saved him last night remember? You were at the door unconscious and he was in your arms. Later you mumbled something about him being bitten. You saved him Mr. Malfoy. You, are a hero." Draco was shocked and a little disturbed. His mouth hung open for a second. He didn't like the idea of saving Potter.

Madam Pomphrey smirked at the look on his face and diverted his attention. "Do you feel well enough to go to Potions?" She asked while preparing a drink. Draco smiled. Potions was his favourite class. It also helped to be Snape's favourite student.

"Yeah." he said taking the drink she handed him. He eyes the goo wearily. Drinking it, he felt energy flow through him. Slowly, he rose from his bed and changed into clean cloths. Soon he was off to his class.
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Snape was not in a good mood today. He was precisely snippy and piled them with work. He also seemed to be especially fascinated with taking points off every house. Including his own.

There was a knock on the door. The greasy Proffessor ignored it. The door opened anyway. Snape glared in the direction of the door as Oliver Wood walked in. He looked around until he found Draco.

"I need to speak with Malfoy, Professor." He said almost smugly. Snape ignored him and turned back to lecturing. Oliver took a step in the class.

"I did NOT invite you in Mr. Wood." Snape growled not turning to him. Oliver hid a smile.

"Malfoy! Come 'ere." He called rather loudly.

"MR. WOOD! AN EXTRA 2 INCHES ON YOUR ESSAY FROM EARLIER! SIT!" he barked at Draco who was slowly rising.
"Terribly sorry Professor." Oliver exaggerated. Oh yes. Definitely smug. "But, considering as this is not my class, you can't give me extra work." He desperately hid a grin.

Snape was visibly shaking and continued lecturing. His black robe was quavering as he tried to write on his blackboard. Then twenty points from Gryffindor. he growled menecingly keeping his back to the intruder.

"Oy! Malfoy! Now!" Oliver called. Draco looked to his Professor for help. Snape broke his chalk in two sending a puff of dust over his slimy floor. He stalked over to Oliver gritting his teeth. Getting in his face he hissed to him.

"Mr. Wood-" Oliver however whipped out a small note and stuck it between their faces. Snape grabbed it and read it. His beady eyes went wide and his face paled.

"Now that you have gone against Dumbledore's orders for the past 15 minutes, I would like to see Malfoy. Now!" He called loud enough for the entire class to hear. Draco got up silently.

"Oy. Take your stuff lad. You won't be coming back." Oliver called grinning to Malfoy. Draco grabbed his things and half ran out of the angry Snape's way. Oliver smiled a quirky smile at Snape and left him standing in the middle of the floor jaw slacked.
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Oliver watched as Draco bit his lip and pushed out of the tense classroom. He grinned a triumphant smile. He knew Snape would try and get him back, but he didn't care. He had his moment and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.