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Chapter Three: Quidditch Pitch Run Ins

After breakfast Oliver showed me around the castle before practice started. We were talking about the Gryffindor students when we were walking out of the castle to look at the grounds. I shuddered as I remembered not too far away Dementors were lurking at the school gates. I tore my eyes away from the gates and focused my attention on the conversation.

"So yeah, I'm thinking, I'm not gonna be great friends with my dorm mates this year." I said as I broke my gaze on the gates and turned to look at him.

"Ah. Don't worry about it. Those girls are weird. Wait till you meet the rest of the quidditch team. You'll get along fine with them." He said.

"Speaking of, its 11:30 shouldn't we be getting back to Gryffindor Tower?"

"Good point. C'mon I'll show you a quick way back." He said taking my hand and hurrying back to the castle and then through a bunch of secret passages until we got back.

"That's great Oliver, but uh, I don't think I'm ever gonna remember how to do that." I said.

"I didn't intend on it." he said with a wicked smile on his face as he pulled me in going for a kiss.

But I stepped back and crossed my arms over my chest. "Really? Well Mr. Wood, you can go ahead and be mean but don't expect anything from me."

"Oh, but I do." He said stepping closer. I didn't want him to win this one, even though we were just joking, I have to be in control.

"You're a little cocky Mr. Wood. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"I think I recall being called that a couple of times." He said moving ever closer.

"Oh, really?" I said raising my eyebrows. By this time he had moved so close we were nose to nose.

"Yep." He moved in and once again tried to kissed me. I managed to pull away in time but he persisted so I had one final comment to make.

"Quidditch starts in ten minutes Captain." I whispered. He immediately stopped.

"Holy shit, I gotta go get ready. And so do you. Go! We'll be late. "

I mock saluted and casually walked in the portrait hole that he had just bolted through. I went upstairs and grabbed my broom then walked right back down the stairs and went to stand in front of the stairway to the guys' dorms. I looked at my watch. I little while later Oliver came running down the stairs with his stuff. "Five minutes to go mister." I said glancing at my watch.

"Oh shut up and follow me." He said grabbing hold of my hand and taking me through the same way we had just come. As we entered the quidditch pitch I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Told you you should have taught me how to go through the passage. And can I have my hand back now?" I asked. He still had hold of my hand even though we had already left the confusing passage.

"Oh right." He said blushing slightly. He ran over to the rest of the group, as they had been waiting for him. The practice went well. The team was really good. The best part was when I had Chaser practice against Oliver and put about half of them past him. Apparently everyone was surprised because Oliver was one of the greatest Keepers for a long time. The practice was cut short when the Slytherins came over to practice. I didn't know anything about the hatred between the two houses but I could sense the animosity between the teams as they lined up. Almost like lining up for a street fight. Oliver tried to push me behind him in a protective manner but I refused and stood to his side instead.

"So Wood, have to hire a trainer, or is the new girl just too poor to buy her own uniform?" said a Slytherin who seemed to be the Captain of this bunch. Oliver opened his mouth in retort, as did many of my housemates but I beat them to the punch.

I stepped forward in a deliberate motion right in front of the Captain so I was face to face with him. "You really don't know just who you are talking to, do you?" I said in a calm tone, but one that commanded respect. The captain shifted and looked as though he was about to speak. I stopped him by holding up my hand in front of his face. "Now," I said looking him straight in the eye, "I don't yet know what the beef is between your house and mine but I can assure you whatever makes you think you can walk over me or my friends is wrong. Don't pick a fight with me, you won't win. No one ever has. Oh and by the way, not a trainer, nor a teammate, but rest assured I could buy all of your parents mansions and still have money to spare, so come up with some more creative insults." I said still sternly. "Lucky for you we were just ending practice, weren't we guys?" I asked the team behind me without losing eye contact with the captain.

"Yeah, we sure were." Said Oliver behind me. We all filed past them into the changing rooms. I could here one of the Slytherin players yell at the captain.

"God Flint, what do you think you're doing picking a fight with her?! Obviously she was right when she said you don't know who she is! Bloody hell! Wait till father hears about this!" berated the Slytherin. I didn't turn around to see who it was but I found out later.

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