The Closest Thing Lazy Saturdays
"You're the beauty that is deeper, than eyes can merely see. The closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me." 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 the beauty the lies beneath?
OW/OC rated pg-13 for language and just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything about this except for those characters, places, and themes not present in any of JKR's books
A/N: this is your official HEADS UP! I might change the viewpoint to 3rd person in a chapter in the new future if anyone is morally opposed to this suggestion feel free to tell me cause if no one is I will take it as a go ahead….
"Wake up sleeping beauty" Ana said cruelly as she smacked me with my own feather pillow that she had snatched from underneath my once sleeping head. I remained motionless and simply rolled over enough to face the devilish fiend who had awaken my from my snow-white slumber. "I don't want to go to class…tell them I got …tuberculosis and have to stay in bed for a day. It'll take them at least that much time to look up what it is and by then maybe I will actually have it.." I muttered to while shoving my face in to the mattress.
I attempted to grab the covers and haul them over my head in desperate attempt to block out the light emanating from the small windows in the circular tower but was swatted away from them by my evil friend. 'How that much light is coming from one damn puny window is beyond me' I thought grumpily sitting up and shading my eyes from the glare.
"You can't have TB today, its Saturday, besides Madam Pomfrey is half-muggle she knows what tuberculosis and would likely give you some disgusting potion that looks like shit just because you lied and she knows it and then it would probably kill you and you would die and I would loose my best friend and then I would be sad and die as well." She rambled all in on breath. "So come on," she urged. "Get your ass out of bed, not I'm the mood to die today." I groaned into the pillow that now lay in a suffocating position over me as I was sprawled out as if to play the part of the dead corpse in one of those overly rated crime show type way (you know the ones which depict Muggles using fancy machines to find 'evidence' which 50 of the time ends up helping convict the wrong guy and they end up looking like complete idiots. Of course It wasn't the mailman who doesn't deliver post in their area code and had never even met her! It was just the psychotic sister who'd been in jail for 25 years for killing her mother. Who could have guessed….)
"Wait, its Saturday?" I said sitting straight up in bed, as if Orlando Bloom had suddenly decided to grace this unworthy room with his godly presence, my mind was suddenly erect and soaking in the sweet joy and pure relief of the word Saturday. It was if someone had suddenly lifted the 200 pound midget that I had unknowing been carrying on my shoulders off and the groggy fog which had loomed over the day had bloomed into clear skies and puffy white cotton balls bouncing merrily along. "Ya Eli, Saturday normally follows Friday, its kind of weird that way…"she said like I was this crazy insane person who had possessed her best friend.
Suddenly it all came flowing back…Potions, Wood, Detention, Professor Handlen, and Harris… every gruesome detail of my day came rushing back. For a second I almost felt remorseful for my behavior, 'I mean I really didn't have to be THAT cruel, did I?' I pondered it for a millisecond, trying to put myself in Wood's place would I feel bad? Did I have too? 'Yes' I finally decided. The truth always hurts but Mr. tough quidditch guy should get over it quickly. If I were in his position I wouldn't have minded because I would have rightfully deserved it. I smiled leaving my regrets in the past were all dreaded things go (well they should anyways according to my man Buddha) and reluctantly popped out of bed and to my trunk to pull out some clothes.
Most people at Hogwarts hardly ever wear many muggle robes, but alas my muggle high school training had branded the concept of jeans so far into my brain that its now scarred flesh urns for the rough freeness of its gorgeous twisted fibers. Jeans are my anti-Satan and thriving life source of comfyness. Today I grabbed my favorite pair of faded blue jeans, which were worn to with in an inch of their life and a warm white woolen sweater. I danced in front of the mirror shoving my reddish brown hair into various positions. My hair is about shoulder length give or take a few inches and is wavy. It's an pain to deal with because it never lies flat and straight, but it never really curls ether so pretty much the only way I wear it is in a plain ponytail. Today was no different, after 15 minutes of putting it up, tugging it down, combing and trying to straighten it I finally surrendered and threw it up in an effortless manner. I quickly survyed my appearance one last time to make sure that I didn't actually look as much like a grungy, shower deprived, manic as felt, before I grabbed my Hogwarts cloak, the one essential in my wardrobe, and waited patiently for Ana to find her tarot cards and we began are early morning skip to the grand hall.
When we arrived, people began to whisper up in down the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. I decided not to notice and just sat down with a scone and steaming cup of coffee. Coffee was always an invigorating lift; no coffee ever tasted the same at Hogwarts. Every day new kinds of coffee beans were ground to provide a spontaneous treat for the student body. Today's caffeinated treat tasted of a pleasant Argentinean goodness that smelled so excellent I couldn't help just sitting there with it five inches from my face.
"Didn't your doctors ever tell you that getting high first thing in the morning is bad for you?" Ana half laughed as she pointed to my coffee mug. "Yeah." I replied, "They've always said its much better to do it at night when your nose has had time to wake up and enjoy it." I joked sarcastically as she laughed at me. Looking at the ceiling and finding us in good weather I proposed a journey to the lake. Ana heartily agreed. And we rose to leave. As we walked out of the great hall, I subsequently knocked into a 1st year Gryffindor girl. She starred at me for a few seconds, eyes popping out of her head like I was the grim before scampering away.
"Scaring first years now are we Martin?" said a voice from my far left, I reeled around to see the baby blue eyes of Aldan Bishop and the now venomous site of Landon with a pin that said blatantly in flashing gold letters "HEARTEN UP MARTIN!" with a smirk that read, haha you pathetic creature every is going to be laughing at you today. Little did he know me…
"Wow, nice pin," I said civilly in a sincere kind voice. "I've always wanted my own support group to cheer me on, but really guys this is to much." "Yeah…" said Bishop looking more confused then ever. Apparently not many people generally thanked him for trying to make them mad. "However I know how much it means for you and your groupies to be the 'el centro' of the universe so I suppose I don't mind." Ana was giggling behind me so I rapped up my happy façade and simply stated in my sweetest and kindest of voices, "well me and my co-evil conspirator are off for a walk so I must bid you both adieu and pray hopelessly that I never see your smirking faces again," and then we were off through those towering grand oak doors leaving the boys to barely grasp the bluntness is my shining words.
Now smiling gleefully we headed off about the glimmering lake. It wasn't a clear day, no day in the back hills of England in the autumn is ever clear of a gray cloud, yet the air was moist and warm, swirling around us with a summer breeze that was unfamiliar to the season. After much deliberation on the chosen tree, we finally ended up beneath a tall pine on the side of the rocky cliff overlooking the water. It wasn't long before a rousing game of exploding snap began and the afternoon began to waste away into the past.
The afternoon passed quickly enough as we frittered away playing for hours as we had nothing better to do before ascending towards the castle at near dusk for an early dinner.
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P.S. sorry that it's a tad on the short side between major writers block, going to mexico and all this other crap that I've been up to haven't had the time but don't worry…will be more dedicated promise