A/N- I'm nearly through the parts I've already written. Do you want me to continue small-posts sections or in chapter style? Please answer by clicking that unknown-colored button at the bottom of your screen. Amanda, I was going to include the painful part, but you need to get your computer back and update first, ye bleeding… ah never thee mind. And if you haven't figured it out, I don't really own anything in this.

Oh, and if someone could tell me how to edit the first two chapters without deleting them, 'twould be much appreciated.

The next couple of weeks were wonderful for Oliver. He was doing well in his classes, much to his teachers surprise; he had a sure victory in the next match; and his and Relona's relationship was blossoming and working perfectly. Even Professor Snape's snide remarks couldn't get him down, until one particularly rainy afternoon in Transfiguration.

"Wood," Professor McGonagall said, soberly.

"Yeah?" he asked, wondering what he did.

"The next match against Hufflepuff, Professor Snape will be referee. Please let the team know."
Oliver was shocked. "Professor Snape? But why? Why isn't Madam Hooch referee?"

"Your Potions Professor requested to referee the next match, and it was granted. It is not up for discussion," she said, and left the room. Oliver was seething. How will they win with such a biased ref to make the calls?

He mentioned this to Relona that evening.

"Oli, maybe he figures someone is going to do something. You know, that new Seeker they have, Cedric, seems a bit-"

"What, are you fancying Diggory?"

"No! I was just going to say he seems a bit aggressive to me. And you know Slytherin would be in second place if you won. So just try to end the game quick," she said, smiling up at him, for he was indeed very tall.

"Hmm…I guess you're right," he said.

"Of course I'm right. I'm a girl, aren't I?" she laughed.

"Well, we could always check…" he kissed her. "Yup, definitely a girl." He felt better. He decided he would wait a couple days before telling the team, though, or they would panic.

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Panic was to come soon. Oliver was still mad at Snape for deciding to try and make them lose the game, and it wasn't helping when the Weasley twins were messing around. Oliver had had enough.

"Guys! Stop screwing around!"

They continued, not listening.

"Focus, guys! I know it's raining, you can still center you're brains on what we are trying to do!" he shouted, on the edge. Those two had to come to their senses, they were going to make them lose the match. Fred and George ignored him, and George gave a shocking gasp as he jumped off his broom, holding it by one hand and climbing back up. Oliver had had enough.

"Will you stop messing around! That's exactly the thing that'll lose us the match! Snape's refereeing this time, and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!" he yelled, sounding almost as if he had recited that. He watched George actually fall this time, drinking the mud from the ground. He spit it out and exclaimed his surprise. The rest of the team followed his lead, complaining.

"It's not MY fault," said he, and went on to lecturing them to play cleanly. The rest of the team still quarreled- well, most of them, Harry sat in silence. Oliver raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. It was common fact that Snape hated Harry. Oliver finally shrugged, knowing that the team wouldn't practice anymore today.

"Okay, guys, end of practice. Get cleaned up and make sure you guys rest up, we need all the energy we can muster for the match if we want to beat Hufflepuff and beat Slytherin out of the lead," he said, wanting to finish things himself before he became too exhausted. Sometimes, practice could take out his energy, sometimes fulfill it. Today he was draining. He watched as the Weasleys, Angelina, Katie, and Alicia all got off their brooms, toweling off the mud from their faces and in a deep conversation. Harry rushed up to the Gryffindor tower, and Oliver decided Harry had the right idea. He told the rest of the team good night and went to put his broom away and meet Relona.

"Oli! Come here!" Nate said, motioning Oliver foreword to himself, Selena, and Relona. Oliver smiled and slid over. The four of them were sitting under the tree, playing Exploding Snap, when suddenly Nate jerked up.

"Wow. I wonder what it is," he said, a puzzled expression on his face. Everyone glanced up at him, the juice from the squirting everyone unnoticed. Even Nate looked a bit confused. "Something is going on. There's a big secret someone is hiding."

Oliver looked at Relona. "He's related to a bunch of Seers. You should see him in Divination. He's the only one who sees stuff, and Trelawney can't figure it out," she whispered in his ear. Oliver had a small realization that there was much more about his friends that he didn't know. He kept his attention to what had just been said, however.

"So what do you think, Oli?" Nate asked.

"What?"

"Do you think we should ask Dumbledore, or make first years do something?" Nate was the prefect in their year for Ravenclaw. He usually used his role to stay up later to ride his broom or yell at the younger kids, though Penelope, the other Ravenclaw prefect, yelled at him.

Oliver grinned. "We should make the first years do something!" he laughed. Relona and Selena laughed as well.

"Hey, I know a couple of Slytherins that are annoying me with their little smirks. Blame them for some kind of sludge mess, Nate," Relona suggested, to Oliver's surprise.

"Yeah, they're perfect imitations of Flint- fat, ugly, stupid, and annoying," Selena said.

"Hey, you forgot repulsive and a mental case," Nate reminded her, slipping his hand in hers.

"Yeah, well, I was trying to make them sound good," she stated, rolling her eyes. Relona got up.

"We should get in before a REAL prefect yells at us," she stated, and the others got up as well.

"Hey! I take offense to that! I happen to be a real prefect, just not a practicing one." Oliver shook his head and they walked to the Ravenclaw common room. When they got there Oliver said goodbye and went towards the Gryffindor common room.

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Oliver was opening the portrait, hoping no one noticed it was getting a bit late. He then remembered that he and his friends never made fun of the first-years. At this thought, he looked over to a group of first years, including his seeker and the youngest Weasley yet. They were trying to comfort some round-faced boy who Oliver remembered had smashed a bottle of ink right next to his bag a couple of days before-hand. He listened as the boy explained something, trembling. He heard the name 'Malfoy' and he remembered he was one of the little boys who decided to imitate Flint- only not fat but scrawny.

This boy, whom Ron Weasley called Neville, then continued that Malfoy had told him he wasn't brave enough for Gryffindor. Oliver was enraged. A little first year Slytherin, who knows absolutely nothing, is cursing Gryffindors in the library. He decided to get his revenge, and plotted away, not noticing Neville, nor the girl who helped Neville, race up the stairways.

Oliver opened up his mind to realize the common room was mostly empty. He realized it was past time to get a good night's sleep's worth and he hadn't done any homework. McGonagall would murder him like a Bludger fixed to knock someone already falling into disaster-filled injuries. He looked around and saw Percy working on the far left, unsurprisingly, Lee Jordan across the room playing with some tricks he got for Christmas, and Harry and two friends whispering excitedly over a very large book next to the stairway to his dorm. He got up and as he passed by them, he heard Harry mutter excitedly.

"No wonder Snape's after it! ANYONE would want it." Oliver, too focused on his own thoughts, dismissed it for their Potions homework and went groggily up to bed.

When Oliver woke up the next morning, he felt as if his mind was going to implode. All the thoughts running through his head like a store-full of Golden Snitches, darting every which way, was getting stressful, to say the least. He rolled out of bed and got ready for breakfast, watching everyone go on and eat hungrily. He then noticed that his team seemed least anxious of the Gryffindor table to eat up- well, George was having a decent meal, but he always had a hearty appetite.

Oliver watched their faces, Alicia's and Angelina's as they talked over their Transfiguration homework, Fred and George as they wrote down some scribbles on a piece of paper half-heartedly, Katie Bell talking to her fellow second-years with a pale face, and Harry, who was a mix of adrenaline and a bit of half-hidden angst, talking excitedly with his friend but not eating.

Oliver got up and talked to his teammates one by one.

"Johnson, Spinnet, you have to eat or you won't be ready for practice tonight. Do you WANT Hufflepuff's Keeper to just take the day off during the match because you're not going to play hard? You know I only have one reserve Chaser, and he's in the hospital wing. Get moving!" he bellowed in their ears. They both shot up in surprise.

"I don't see YOU eating, Wood. I'm sure that their Chasers would have a field day if they knew it would be so easy to score on you," Angelina muttered, rolling her eyes and taking a bight out of her sausage.

"Johnson, if you EVER become captain, you'll find that a captain's job is to make sure one's team is healthy, kept up in classes, out of trouble, and practiced until they are beat. I'm doing my duty to see you guys don't get into any trouble, wee one," Oliver muttered, laughing the last bit. Alicia raised an eyebrow.

"Then why are Fred and George in detention every week?" she inquired.

"They're a lost cause. There's an exception to every rule," Oliver said feebly, and moved on to the culprits themselves.

"Fred, George, eat up and stay out of trouble this week. I don't want to lose my best Blu-I mean Beaters to a silly prank gone wrong."

"Oh, OLI, we wouldn't DREAM of getting in trouble NOW! We're saving our trouble-making for the game, no matter what Snape does," Fred soothed. Oliver shook his head, moved on to Katie.

After having been assured that Katie would eat and focus, he moved to Harry. Harry was making some kind of hallucinations of some sort, for he and his friend were saying how they would buy Quality Quidditch Supplies.

"Potter, snap out of it. I don't need you to become insane before a match. When the season is over, you can check yourself into St. Mungo's, but wait until AFTER we win the Quidditch Cup," Oliver said, impatiently. Harry had shook himself, as if to make sure he had heard correctly.

"St. Mungo's?" he asked, but Oliver had already moved on the Ravenclaw table, grabbing a piece of toast and his bag on the way.

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Hey, guys, you know those Slytherins we wanted to work on? Well, last night when I went back to my common room, a first year was Body-Binded by some git in Slytherin first year, threatening my team. Name's Malfoy, and he's just like Flint only puny," Oliver said, out of breath.

"Malfoy? As in Lucius Malfoy? That rich little…" Nate started. Nate, being a pureblood, knew of many of the common wizarding families.

"I believe so, he's worth dung and, from what I heard, feels quite superior to even Longbottom," Oliver said. "So what do you say?"

Although Ravenclaws as a whole were nicer to Slytherins, many felt that the Serpent house had gone too far, and enjoyed a bit of revenge once in a while. All three Ravenclaws had smilied in contempt.

"Excellent. Now, we have to do it secretly, you're match with Snape as referee and ours with Slytherin house could be on the line if we mess this up. But if we use the proper maneuvers…" Nate began, illustrating his plan. When he finished, they wondered who should be the key position.

"I'll do it," Relona said after a silence.

"What? Rel, no. If his little friends come, you'd be the number one target," Oliver said, agast.

"But it makes perfect sense. You three are playing in Quidditch, which means they could force you to stop. I have a clean record, unlike the rest of you," She said. Oliver widened his eyes. What had Nate and Selena done?

"… and you COULDN'T be blamed if you are watched, I have free rein as to when I could go. And," she said smiling, "It would truly torture them to have a Muggle-born beat them." She laughed at this, and Oliver, Selena, and Nate resigned. It made sense, and was pure sweet vengeance. Oliver couldn't wait.