The Closest Thing

"You're the beauty that is deeper, than eyes can merely see. The closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me." The Juliana Theory.

The great Oliver Wood finds the girl of his dreams the only problem is she despises him. Can he win her over or will she forever judge him by his faults instead of what lies beanth? OW/OC rated R for language and just to be safe. Told from Ariel's POV

Disclaimer: I do not own anything about this except for those characters, places, and themes not present in any of JKR's books

My eyelids fluttered open leisurely as a growing beam of warm sunlight lazily began to shine across my four-post bed. I squinted slowly like some old lady trying to read the small print on her prescription bottle as I struggled to make out the foreign objects around me. Slowly but surely my eyes warmed up to the light and I was able to finally remember where I was.

It was a bit early, and most of the sleeping forms in the room had yet to move from their dream filled slumbers so I made sure I was quiet when I tossed of my cozy down comforter. 'Gods it's mighty cool for September,' I thought to myself as I rubbed my bare arms to try and settle the goose bumps that were already rising.

I jumped out of bed, trying to evade the lull of the 'just-five-more-minutes' of sleep that my body was demanding. Instead I tiptoed as silently as I could over the cold stone floor towards the intricate glass embedded in the wall. No matter how many times I looked out of that window, my breath always seemed to leap out of me when I looked at the spectacular vantage point of living in Gryffindor tower. Suspended high above the rest of the school, I'd always felt the strange sensation of floating on a cloud thinner than air it self, hovering high above the large array of Hogwart's grounds greenish splendor.

I was awoken from my gaze by the small ding of the grandfather clock that stood on the other side of the room. In two minutes I knew that the room would be in chaos as everyone struggled to get down to breakfast so I grabbed my crimson bathrobe and matching towel, and made a mad dash for the bath, thankful my first hot shower since I had arrived only three days earlier.

"You ready Eli?" Screamed my best friend Ariana from the bottom of the dormitory stairs using her nickname for me. My true name is Ariel-Gayle Margaret Martin (pronounced as if you were saying the letters R – E – L, not like the mermaid thank you!) But that's a mouthful to say so Ana developed a new nickname for me El, which I had absolutely hated because it sounded to much like the word him in Spanish, so I am currently referred to as Eli.

I yelled down to her that'd I'd be down in a second and scrambled around looking for my potions homework. I found it 30 seconds later stuffed under my copy of the Catcher in the Rye in my trunk. I quickly ran down the stairs careful not to trip over the edge of my new cloak, as it tended to happen frequently since I had gotten it this past summer.

Ana smiled at me with the usual brightness shining in her green eyes, and linked her arm in mine. "So El," she stated evilly, stating my dreaded nickname as we exited the portrait hole of the fat lady, pausing to wave merrily back at her before continuing. "About that charms homework due today…" I rolled my eyes, even though I was more amused then annoyed and simply said, "You forgot about it and you want to take a look see at mine?" "Wow, your better than Trelawney, I'll bet Dumblydore would give you her job if you manage to graduate." She stated jokingly, we both laughed knowing that the divinations teacher was as fake as they come. Grabbing my arm and she forced me to skip all the way to breakfast, much to the surprise of the anonymous people who were currently walking down the hall.

We sat in our normal spot, a little away from the rest of our year, at the very nearest end of the long Gryffindor table to the door. Grabbing a gorgeous looking blueberry muffin, I was happy to find it as warm as the minute it was taken out of the oven. I quickly slapped some butter in the inside so it would melt and set about fixing myself some cereal." Gosh," I groaned remembering that I had Potions next, "I can't believe you got into Advanced Potions." This was going to be the first of a many classes that Ana and me hadn't shared since the start of our fifth year.

When I arrived here in 5th year I was fresh kill from Boston Academy for Superlative Witches and Wizards in the states,( not to be confused with the all girls school, for Witches in Salem) and she was new at Hogwarts the year prior from some school in Cali. We being the labeled new kids joined forces to form our own little posse. It made me scared to realize that I wouldn't have her there to sneak notes back and forth with or roll my eyes with when Snape wasn't looking.

"Look on the bright side, least you're less likely to get any points taken away with out me, you can completely focus on learning how to make a potion which can turn cute little furry bunny rabbits into man-eating machines." She said sarcastically cheerfully, while I simply rolled my eyes yet again as I grabbed the milk from in front of me. I suddenly heard squeals of laughter from the lower end of the table bringing me back into the recoils of my memory....

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A/N: This is my first harrypotter fic so don't completely buggerout on me if this sucks.. i do however want you to know that this story is well thought out and has an almost definte plot line, while i do like suggestions please do not be sore if i do not take them...

i have the next part mostly written so ambasically waitingtoget some feedback and/or waiting to see if this is worth my time...