Getting Over It

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Chapter 2
Oliver's Life

Oliver Wood was sat on a very hard backed chair in a dimly horribly dimly lit restaurant. He was trying to keep his attention on the woman who was sitting opposite to him.

Merlin, he thought, is she still talking?

He didn't think he could even remember her name. He picked up his wine glass and pretended to be taking a drink while really he was hiding a huge yawn that he couldn't hold back. Why had he agreed to go out to dinner with her? She had bored him to tears in the nightclub he had met her at too. With a quick shake of his head his mind focused back onto the conversation.

More like lecture, he thought darkly, I haven't said a thing all night.

"So then when I was seven, Daddy let me have my very first real broomstick and he even let me choose it, I got a Shooting Star, it was all the rage back then, the top of the line." She was telling him.

All I asked her was if she followed a Quidditch team! He thought glumly as he tuned out of the conversation again.

Mona! He thought suddenly, her name is Mona! I knew that I knew it!

He sat up straighter feeling quite proud of himself that he had finally remembered the girl's name; it usually didn't come to him which led to an embarrassing pause at the end of the evening.

Shut up! His mind wailed God woman do you not see that I'm about to die of boredom! Please just shut up for one minute.

But on the surface he was nodding along to Mona's story, which was now about starting flying lessons, at the tender age of just eight years old. He tried extremely hard to listen to the tale but his brain refused and would go to sleep every time that he attempted to.

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The next morning Oliver made excuses about having a huge pile of work to get through, to get Mona out of the flat very soon after breakfast.

Luckily, he thought, we never got onto what I did for a living, it being June and me being a teacher would make it quite obvious that I'm on holiday. But then again she wasn't the brightest of girls maybe she wouldn't have realised.

As he walked back into his bedroom he trod on something pointy that was sticking out from under his bed. He looked down to see the corner of a photo frame in view from where it had been stuffed with all the other junk under his mattress. He quickly bent down and picked it up, instantly regretting it from the head rush he got when he straightened back up. He had drunk a little bit too much the previous night and now he was getting older his head protested the morning after.

He looked at the photo that was sitting in the silver frame, for a moment it was empty, the person in it was obviously busy, but after a few seconds a woman walked into view. He gasped and his eyes froze on the image of the person who was sat on a pale yellow blanket in a grassy field making daisy chains. She had long black hair and blue eyes, so pale they matched the cloudless sky behind her. Her skin was tanned and she had freckles spotted across the bridge of her nose and spilling over to the apples of her cheeks. She was wearing a purple vest top, with a Celtic pattern embroidered onto it with dark blue thread, and shorts that used to be jeans but had been cut to fit in with the summery weather. This was Amy, the only girl Oliver had ever loved.

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He had met her at his twenty ninth birthday party, he was having a pretty hard time, he was having quite a bit of bad luck, his house had burnt down when two children had been practising spells and one had hit the place he had lived in for the twelve years since he had been out of school. He was staying with his friends and team-mates from the Gryffindor Quidditch team Fred and George Weasley who were both fresh out of Hogwarts that year. They had thrown him the party and invited anyone who had walked into the shop that day. It had only been a few months after school had finished when the twins had opened their first WWW shop. That was the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and it had, of course, been a hit with the customers. They had spent the ten years they had been out of school to develop many new ideas and set up another shop in Hogsmade to go along with their first in Diagon Alley.

She had been casting spells on the food when Oliver first saw her, he walked over to see what she was doing and she happily explained that she was working out which of the food was charmed and which was safe to eat.

"I'm starving but I really don't feel like becoming a canary or whatever other things Fred and George decided to turn us poor victims into." She told him as she picked up a piece of pizza that she had deemed safe and sunk her teeth into it.

Her intelligence had dazzled him, as had her stunning looks of course and he had found himself waking up beside her the next morning. From then on for the next two years they were all over each other. They soon moved in together, well he moved into her place at least, and everything was going great.

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He found himself falling in love. He had thought that Amy had felt the same way until the day that he had put his heart on the line just to get it stamped all over. It was the start of the Christmas holidays and Oliver had stopped on his way home from work to pick up the order he had placed the week before.

He couldn't help but smile as he placed the small, velvet lined ring box into his pocket as he walked out of the shop back to where he and Amy lived.

"Amy! Are you home yet honey?" He called as he walked through the door.

He bounded up the stairs and into the bedroom pulling the box out of his pocket and opening it up to reveal a stunning diamond rimmed with tiny rubies and emeralds on a gold ring with his and Amy's initials carved into the inside.

The scene he had seen when walking into the bedroom had been one that had ripped his heart to shreds. The love of his life was in bed, stark naked along with a young looking blond haired man.

"Oliver!" She screeched when she saw him in the doorway, pushing the guy off her and covering them both with the blankets.

"Amy?" Oliver had whispered, feeling as though someone had just kicked him in the stomach, very hard.

"Oh Merlin Oliver, I am so sorry, I never meant for you to find out this way!" Amy cried as she searched for her underwear on the floor, finding her on the door knob and her underwear on the dresser. The guy had already pulled on his jeans and t-shirt and was walking out the door.

Oliver couldn't talk the pain was too intense. He dropped the box to the floor and the ring came bouncing out and rolled under the wardrobe, lost in its shadows until it was fished out three days later.

"Why, Amy, why did you do it?" He whispered, blinking back the tears that were threatening to pour out of his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry Oliver; I don't know I just don't know. I met him at work and it started off with just harmless flirting but it grew to so much more than that, I think I love him Oliver, I really do." She babbled with a sympathetic smile.

"But what about me?" Oliver asked sadly.

"Oh come on, we've been stuck in a rut for months, we both know we have. What we had was going no where, I think we should just make a clean brake." She shrugged and pulled her t-shirt back on from where she had found it, hanging off the ceiling light.

"We've been together for two years! Does that really mean nothing to you?" He cried.

"Listen Oliver I really wish you could just be happy that I've finally found my soul mate." Amy told him with a sigh and a slightly irritated look, as though he being upset was just something to get in the way.

"How can you just throw all this away?" He inquired as she got up and started walking out of the room that they had shared for so long.

Amy paused at the doorway and turned to face him again. "Listen the thing is, seeing as this is actually my flat I would really like you out before the end of the week. There's no point dragging it on, you can sleep on the sofa until you find a place to stay." She told him, "I already made a start on packing your bags so there's not that much for you to do."

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He had moved in with Fred and George for a few weeks until he found a place of his own. Once in the small flat that he had found to rent he sat on the grubby sofa with the photo of Amy and broke down. He didn't go out, he hardly ate save for when Mrs Weasley visited him and watched and nagged until he had a full meal inside of him.

Slowly his depression turned into anger and he had ripped up every single picture containing Amy, enjoying hearing her screams and seeing her run to the edge of the paper so she wouldn't be torn in half. He then lit a small blue flame at the end of his wand and burnt them all. It had made him feel momentarily better.

After a few months he realised that he needed to prove him manhood after he had been made to look so inferior. He then became a serial dater; he would meet a girl, take her out once, sleep with her and then never see her again.

If he could just prove that all girls wanted him he would be able to get over that fact that Amy had cheated on him.

With anger he flung the photo frame against the opposite wall, the glass shattered and there were many cries of protest from the occupant of the frame, very angry to have been thrown.

He sat down on the bed and buried his head into his hands. This wasn't fair, every time he thought that he could get over Amy there would be something to remind him of her. He hated it, it was almost six months since she had thrown him out and he felt like he had made very little progress.

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Later on that day there was a tapping at his window and an owl swooped into the room. It was small and very fluffy, defiantly an owl belonging to a girly-girl. He grabbed the letter from the owl and quickly read through it.

My dear Oliver,

I want to thank you for a wonderful night, it was really great to get to know you, I feel like we've really go so much in common. And at our age there's really less of a chance of really feeling that way isn't there?

I was hoping that you would like to accompany to my cousin's wedding next weekend. Unless you're still bogged down with work of course! I really liked the meal we had, and the desert! I hope we could go out (or stay in!) again soon.

You can use my owl to send back your reply, I was thinking Friday night? Check your schedule and I can help you to 'relax' after a hard day of work. Let me know soon.

With all my love,

Your friend,

Mona xxx.

Oliver blanched at the letter full of obvious innuendos, he hadn't realised that Mona had been quite that desperate. With a sigh he turned over the piece of parchment that she had written to him on and penned his response.

Mona,

I'm sorry but I can't make it on Friday night and I don't think that I can make the wedding either. I have far too much work to do.

Oliver.

He quickly gave the owl his blow-off and closed the window.

Hopefully that will be enough for her to get the idea, He thought, but not really believing himself, even as he thought it.

He decided that if he had used work as an excuse he could at least do the little that he had to do. He taught Charms in the primary Witchcraft and Wizardry school called Wand Sparks. It was a school for seven to ten year olds so Oliver only had eight classes to teach, to classes for each year. He had been in the school for a long time now and he really enjoyed seeing the children grow up through their school years and was happy to help prepare them for their further education where most would be going to Hogwarts.

Teaching was the only time that he completely forgot about Amy and all the other rubbish that he had been put through. He completely focused on the children he was teaching and was happy to do so; it was only when he got home and lay alone in bed that his thoughts turned back to the afternoon that he had walked in on Amy and the guy she had been with. It was only when he was alone that the doubts with himself crept back and he felt as inferior as he had done on the night that she had broken up with him.