Disclaimer- Me- Oliver, my attractive Scottish boy, do I own you?

Oliver- bugger off you crazy Indian woman.

Me- I'M ANNOYING BUT HE LIKES ME!!!

Oliver- You just keep telling yourself that…

Me- Okey dokey! But you still haven't answered my question:

Me- Do I own you? Come on, you know you want to say yes…

Oliver- No

Me- How you gonna be like that?

There you have it folks. Straight from the Scotsman's mouth itself. I don't own him. I should, but I don't.

Chapter 3- That damn scotsman

"oh. Shit." Said Alicia.

Oliver.

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KATIE'S POV

Not only was Oliver Wood, Mr. Hot-I'm-obsessed-with-quidditch-someone-shoot-me standing there, but he had the beginnings of a smirk playing on his face. Harry, Fred and George were laughing hysterically.

"Thank you for that...entertaining performance girls." Spoke Oliver. George hooted, while Fred fell on the floor.

"You three should've seen yourselves," gasped Harry. "It was HILLARIOUS!!!" At this, the three of them got up and started singing while laughing.

"With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us"

While they sang this, they mimicked the us. "Oh shutup, you hyenas" muttered Angelina. I couldn't agree more. I mean, Harry's a sweet kid and all, really, he is, but Fred and George have a REALLY bad influence on him.

Oliver smirked at me. "Can it, Wood" I muttered and stalked past up. I walked to my broom, and as I turned around, I got a front row view of his arse. Let me tell you, that is no plain arse. That is THE finest arse I have ever seen. Whoa! There is NO WAY IN HELL I just said that OLIVER WOOD is hot. Because he is NOT HOT. I sware it on my life. I sware! Hey, i'm Irish. The irish don't lie. OK! They do, but HEY! I'm 15! What do you expect?

"Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, 20 pushups, everyone else 10."

"WHAT?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR BLEEDING MIND???" thundered Alicia as she rounded on him.

"No, but Spinnet if you don't get started, you'll be doing 30."

"Goddamn son of a scotsman." Muttered Alicia. Angelina scowled, and I stifled a laugh. THEN I scowled.

After I finished, I kicked off and started taking random shots. The girls and I started practicing our formations. Then STUPID OLIVER had to fly his ~okiadmitcutethereisaiditdontmakemesayitagain~ ass in front of the hoops and start blocking our shots. So what if he's keeper? Hasn't he ever heard of LETTING US PRACTICE? To hell with the scotsman. If he wants some Katie, that's what he's gonna get.

"Oy, Bell. Stop slacking off and sweat a little more like the rest of us." Yelled Oliver. Bloody idiot.

"Wood, you dumbass, ladies don't sweat, they perspire." Yelled Angelina. I was laughing sooo hard I nearly fell off my broom. Smooth Katie, real smooth.

"Ok, perspire like some of us. Happy Johnson?"

"Very." I flew over to Alicia and high-fived her.

Wood blew his whistle and ended practice. I took one more shot, and flew down. I walked back to the locker room, and talked with Alicia and Angelina.

I ran ahead so I could get the hot water from the showers first. By the time I got out, everyone had left. Talk about friends.

So no one was there. Meaning I could walk around in my towel right? Wrong. I rounded the corner, and saw someone I was not hoping to see. Flint. Marcus Flint.

Now how do I describe someone like Marcus Flint? Let's see…stupid, arrogant, annoying, butt-ugly, buck-toothed, nasty, and perverted, but a total pain in the ass pretty much sums it up.

I turned around, but something caught my attention.

Wait just a damn minute. WHAT THE HELL WAS MARCUS FLINT DOING IN THE GRYFFINDOR'S LOCKER ROOM! I mean he was a Slytherin, and even Cartman (A/N I had had HAD to put Cartman in there Scrappy!) knows that Slytherins DO NOT go near the Gryffs and vice versa.

I turned around AGAIN, and said, "Flint, Oliver's not here for your bloody business." Well no doh! The boy may be deprived in the brain's department but last time I checked, he was sure as hell not in the need of glasses….or maybe he is?

He smirked. Not good, not good at all. "Maybe I'm not looking for Wood."

"Then who're you looking for?"

He looked me over and licked his lips.

Oh shit.

He was looking for me.

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A/N Hehehehe, I love writing cliffies. I just feel so…so….whats the word. EVIL!!!!!! ~insane laughter rings through the air~ sorry about that, had to get some insanity out of my veins, but I'm fine now, momentarily.

Kathy- LOL! I hope this wasn't "too hard". Yeah I totally agree, he should join them! However he didn't. Oh well. But don't worry, he will definitely sing at least once in this story.

MystikalMagicalMe- Thanks! Yeah I hope so too! lol, just kidding. There will definitely be lots of chapters.

queenofdespair216- thanks! At least one chapter (If not more) will have Oliver's POV. As for his feelings…we'll have to see.

Scrapps- WOW! YOU HAVE THE MOST AWESOME STORY! Hell of a lot better than mine. I know, I know, but see I am crazy. Crazy = Me. Me = American so therefore, there will be American figures/characters in this story. Didn't you see Cartman? Hi Cartman! (Cartman voice) Goddammit, where are the crowds?) Oh and Muggle Studies? Wouldn't they know MLK Jr. from there? Guess not. Oh well.

OY! ALL OF YOU LAZIES READING MY STORY PLEASE REVIEW! Or else, I'll have Fred and George beat your asses with their bats.