A/N: Well, since I had over 50 new hits and not a single review/CC/flame, I wondered if I should just take it down. Were that many people looking for a slash, or something? Sorry, but in my humble opinion, our favorite burly Quidditch captain is NOT homosexual. He does not have the normal stereotypical characteristics.

Since I didn't get any remarks, I'll keep these names. I figured out what they had meant before, but so far I think I'll switch goddesses. Let's see if any of you notice.

Chapter 3:

Oliver and his mother went back to King's Cross for him to board the train. His mother had a sorrowful expression on her face, sorry for what had happened during the break. He gave her a peck on the cheek, listened to her instructions, and promised to send more owls than the last term. As she left, he went to go find his friends, promising himself he wouldn't talk solely about the quidditch match they had together. Not finding them, he boarded the train, looking through the various doors for them. He was walking toward one as he heard shouting, so he quietly opened the door a crack.

"You have to tell him, Rel. If you don't, he could find out some other way, and it wouldn't be pretty if he heard it wrong," Mel's voice said. It was always amazing how Mel could always talk like a wise, quiet manner, even while shouting, like this, or by pitching her voice to be heard on the field.

"Mel, this is the first time ANYONE has found out. Now you're telling me I have to tell him right away?"

"Rel, if you don't tell him now, he'll never find out. Unless there's someone else, do it now. Unless it's for no reason but enjoyment?"

"No, there's no one else, and it's not just for enjoyment. You wouldn't know it, it's more of a pain, but I can't tell him. I'd look like a fool, and feel even worse, knowing he knew and didn't feel anything."

"It is better to look like a fool than be one. It would be his loss anyway, he would be the fool. But I seriously doubt he would do that to you. You're connection doesn't count for nothing!"

Relona signed. "Fine, I'll go look for him now."

"I'll be in the next compartment with Nate if you need me, but that's dubious as well." And Mel got up. Oliver scurried over to the next compartment, finding Nate. As he closed the door, he distinctly heard Mel's mutter.

"Strange, I KNOW I closed this door all the way." Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards Nate.

"So, how was your break?" he asked, sitting down as Mel slipped inside. Nate shook his head.

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Mel shut the door quietly, noticed the two of them, and opened it again.

"Rel, I found the boys." Her soft voice carried through the hall and found Rel, who turned and rushed over. The two girls came in together and greeted the boys.

"So, everyone ready for the second term?" Relona asked, somewhat quivering.

"Sure. Nothing makes my day like more homework and teachers glaring at me," laughed Nate. Oliver smiled. "Oh, and Rel, you sound almost like Quirrel with that st- stutter." Everyone laughed this time, but Mel was still staring at Relona, which made her gulp and nod.

"Yeah, it seems like only yesterday we were leaving the train for the first day of break. I barely got my homework done! Oliver chimed, trying not to let the girls know he heard their conversation. There was a chorus of agreements.

"Oh, by the way, Oliver, I loved the present you sent. I've been needing a new broom handle wax for a while," Nate said. Oliver smiled.

"Yeah, all your presents were great guys, I love them," Relona exclaimed.

"I agree, it was a satisfying Christmas this year with your gifts. I thank you," Mel muttered, seemingly a bit shocked at this years received offerings. They all gossiped of what they received as the train whirled back to Hogwarts.

On the first day back Oliver sat down to breakfast as usual, taking in the wonderful sites of Hogwarts again. When the mail came, Oliver glanced up to notice one of the school's owls standing before him. He took it's letter and it flew off as he opened Professor McGonagall's note.

Mr. Wood,

The next Gryffindor Quidditch match will be against Hufflepuff on January 30th. Please inform your team.

It was a bit earlier than usual, but that was fine. He told Alicia Spinnet and Fred Weasley, who were sitting nearest to him. He figured the rest would be told, and he got up, deciding to devise the Quidditch practices again in the Transfiguration room before his teachers started their tirade again. As he went by the Ravenclaw table, hoping to talk for a few minutes, he heard Mel distinctly.

"Rel, you need to tell him."

"It's just…too hard. Can't I wait until the end of the year?"
"No! It has to be now. If you don't tell him within forty-eight hours, I will." Relona had gasped at this. Oliver decided it was best he not be seen.

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"Okay, guys, you can head in now, we're done for the night," Oliver said, for they had just finished their first Quidditch practice of the new term with success. The Chasers had moved swiftly and efficiently and, if Bludgers were alive, they would tremble at the sight of Fred and George today with their bats. Harry was the only one who wasn't performing exceedingly today, he looked about dead.

"Harry, are you getting enough sleep? I don't want you under top condition, the game is in only a couple of weeks and you need to be in adequate condition," Oliver said, concerned for his Seeker.

"I'm just tired, Wood, I stayed up last night and did all my homework," Harry said. Oliver wasn't convinced.

"Well, just make sure you get some sleep tonight. We're counting on you- we'll be in the lead if we win this game!"

"Sure, Wood, I'll try." And with that he wandered toward the school. Oliver sighed. It was true, they had a chance for the lead if they won, and he didn't need malnutrition hitting his Seeker when he had many other topics to worry about.

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Sitting at breakfast two days later, Oliver was watching Harry eat, still worried that he wasn't eating enough. He looked up only when he realized that an owl was sitting in front of him, waiting.

"McGonagall might as well get a personal owl if she wants to keep sending me letters. One would think she could tell me these things during class." He signed, took the letter and put it in his bag, figuring he'd read it during Potions. He turned back to Harry and noticed him and his friends getting up, without a full and complete breakfast. Oliver got up and stopped him.

"Harry, you need to eat your breakfast, or you'll crumble up and look as bad as Malfoy's son!" Oliver shouted at him, irritated that Harry would give up a Gryffindor victory to play whatever game he had in mind.

"No, Wood, I'm researching something-"
"You've only had three days of the new term, first years don't have nearly that much homework. You need to stay healthy, not go around playing games. Harry, eat your breakfast or risk your membership on the team." Harry sat back down, stunned, and grabbed two more slices of toast and a goblet of pumpkin juice. He drank the juice in two gulps and slipped under Oliver's arms with his friends.

"I'll eat there, Wood, I promise!" he called back. Oliver just shook his head.

"Hey Wood, don't worry, we'll steal him something from the kitchens later," George said.

"That's what I'm afraid of," muttered Oliver, striding off to his first class of the day.

A/N-

So, a week, as I promised. And so fitting.

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