I LOVE MY REVIEWERS!goodybad is so right about J.K., go read her review for chp 16, you'll understand and I'm sure you'll agree. And I hope Grey Rivers did fabulous at the swim meet. And I admit, I used the bags under the eyes bit from Nyx-Night, I'm sorry, plz forgize. But it fit so well!

I'm trying to write as much as I can now because I have Volleyball Camp on Monday. YAY! But that means I won't be able to update as much. Don't worry, I won't forget to write though! It just may take a 'lil more time.

Ok, on with the Oliver Wood goodness!

December 23, 3 pm, Saturday

I am so convinced our teachers hate us. I mean, giving us homework over break, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I can't even describe the wrongness of that. If I ever become a teacher, I will be an understanding one that never gives homework…like I would waste my time being a teacher. Ha! …ok, so I'm mean, but half the teachers are old, aren't married, and don't have kids! I mean-uh! -I want kids…someday, and I don't want to end up old and alone, rotting in some school!

8 pm

"So what did you get me for Christmas?" Fred asked, we were just coming in from playing Quidditch when Mrs. Weasley called us in for dinner (I was ready to sprint inside).

"What makes you think I got you anything?" I asked, faking meanness. I got him something, but I'm not going to say unless he somehow reads this.

He stopped in his tracks, "You didn't get me anything?" he was serious!

"Of course I did," I said, surprised at how truly serious he was. Did he think I was that bad of a friend? "but I'm not going to tell you."

"So what did you get me?" Oliver asked, his face somehow getting right next to my ear. He has got to stop surprising me like that. I'm going to have serious problems when I'm older.

"What makes you think I'm going to tell you either?"

"I'm your captain," he pointed out.

"Like I could forget?"

He ignored me, "and I order you to tell me."

I just laughed. I knew that he knew that he could only order me around on the pitch…the school pitch.

"Tell me," he put a hand on my other shoulder, forcing me to stop, his mouth still right next to my ear.

"Oliver," I groaned, "it's not going to happen."

He was whispering in a low raspy voice that sent chills up my spine. But luckily a cold wind just blew past.

"Cold?" he asked.

"Kind -AH!"

He had put his arms around me from behind, pinning my arms to my side and lifting me like a foot off the ground.

"Oliver! Let me go!"

"Tell me," he tightened his hold, "and I will."

"No!" I realized everyone else had may there way in.

"Well, we'll just have to stay here."

"Oliver, your standing in a foot of snow, it's dark, it's cold, dinner is waiting inside, and I'm not a twig like Alicia, how long do you think you're going to last? Really?"

"Dunno," he said, "Well just have to find out."

"I'd rather not," I had my broom in my hand and I whacked the handle on the side of his leg. He instantly let go and I started walking back to the house.

"You are so stubborn!" he called after me, still standing in the same spot.

"Yeah," I called over my shoulder, not turning around, "I know."

When Oliver finally came in we were already sitting down and were making our plates.

"I'm going to find out what you got me," he said, sitting down to my right.

"I'm sure you'll try."

"Why won't you just tell me?'

"Why won't you just wait two days?" I groaned.

"I'm impatient."

"Almost five years on the same team and you thought I wouldn't notice?"

Oliver just chuckled.

His smile is so god damn contagious!

Once again, Mrs. Weasley had out done her self. Chicken, and soup, and potatoes, and corn, my god some one just shoot me!

Then someone came down he stairs and almost everyone cursed under their breath.

"Percy," Fred said as his older brother sat down next to him, "you do realize since were not at school, you don't have to wear your Head Boy badge?"

George gasped, "I guess he can't give us detention either."

"Vacation has only just begun."

"Both of you shut up," Percy said, his god damn badge shining in the light. "or I'll give you detention once we get back."

Oliver shot him the dirtiest look. I laughed at the thought of the twins getting detention on a night Oliver booked the pitch. I could see Percy tied and gagged in the broom closet. Ah, bliss.

"Can we just have a nice meal for once?" Mrs. Weasley asked, getting a little flustered.

"Of course, mother," Percy smiled.

Fred was on my left and I heard him mutter, "brown nose."

Percy shot him a look that almost rivaled Oliver's when we goofed off during practice. Almost.

"When did you come home?" Alicia asked, as polite as possible. God bless her for willingly talking to Percy. I knew she would regret it.

"Just now," Percy said, George was pretending to gag. Good thing Percy didn't catch it, he would've had detention for a month. "While you were outside. Dumbledore wanted me to do a few more days before I left, being Head Boy that is."

I told you so.

"I heard what happened," Percy started, "before break."

I turned as red as Oliver's scarlet sweater.

Oliver almost dropped his fork.

The food in Fred's mouth almost went flying.

Alicia looked at me.

Angelina looked at the floor.

And George was going to say something but didn't.

That last one surprised me the most. But Percy didn't catch any of this because he was eating his potato salad, which was actually fabulous. But what in Mrs. Weasley's kitchen isn't?

"So how did it happen?" Percy asked.

"Well, Percival," Fred said and Percy glared at him for using his full name, "I know it wouldn't have happened if you were doing your rounds instead of snogging Penelope Clearwater in the library, near the restricted section."

It was Percy's turn to turn red.

"Who told you?" he demanded.

"We have our sources," George said smugly.

"You were spying on me!"

"We had practice!" they chorused

"Detention!" Percy said shrilly, standing up. "Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the next three weeks! Both of you"

The kitchen was instantly in an uproar.

Oliver stood up. No one was going to take both his beaters away. That vein on his neck was doing the tango, "YOU KNOW WE HAVE PRACTICES ON THOSE DAYS!"

"And?"

"YOU CAN'T GIVE US DETENTION-!"

"-We're not in school-!"

"-Calm down boys, calm Down!"

"-YOU WANT US TO LOSE THE CUP!"

"I never said that!"

"-you prick!"

"-I'M NOT GOING!"

"-why can't we ever have a NICE MEAL?"

"-THEY'RE NOT GOING, WE HAVE PRACTICE!"

"Oh, they're going-!"

"NO THEY'RE NOT-!"

"NO WE'RE NOT-!"

"You're not the boss of them!"

"I'm HEAD Boy!"

"Only when we're in school!"

"BOYS!" that one was Mrs. Weasley, a head shorter than Oliver but louder. "Boys, you're not going to detention-"

"Mother!"

"Percy, you have no right to give them detention when they're not in school," the twins punched the air and Oliver sat back down, his vein returning to normal size. "But you two," she turned on her twins, "you should respect your older brother just a little more."

"Thank you mother, I knew-"

"And if you want to go snog some girl," she turned back on Percy, "find a private closet if you don't want anyone to find out!"

Mrs. Weasley, laying out the law. I have new found respect for her. Not only for her cooking, but because she told off Percy.

After dinner, we all went up to the twins' room. Me and Angelina were sitting on one bed, Alicia and the twins were on the other, and Oliver was pacing the floor in-between the two.

"You're brother is such a prick," he growled, "no offense," he said to the twins.

"Don't worry," Fred said.

"Yeah," his twin agreed, "that's a compliment in his case."

"I can't believe he was going to give you two detention!" his vein was back to it's usual size but it has always taken him a while to cool down, especially when Quidditch is brought up, "he knows we have practice on those days!"

"And then some…" George muttered, Oliver didn't hear it though, and if he did, he ignored it.

"I know he knew!"

"Oliver," I groaned, "the whole house knows when we have practice. You shout it to the roof!"

Oliver shot me a look and I rolled my eyes. I knew he would calm down…eventually.

"Calm down, Oliver," Angelina said from next to me.

"It doesn't matter," I said, "they didn't get detention so we can still have practice."

Oliver slumped down on the bed next to me, his back leaning against the wall, "yeah, he sighed, "I guess your right."

"I know I am."

Oliver smiled.

..oh crap! I still have to wrap Christmas presents!

11 pm

Oliver came in while I was wrapping presents.

"DON'T YOU EVER KNOCK?" I said, throwing the presents, half wrapped, under the bed.

Oliver looked at the door, "guess not," then he shut the door and sat on the orange bed.

"So what did you get me?" he asked.

I groaned as I sat down next to him, "I'm not telling you."

"Fine," he said, "then I'm not telling you."

"Good, I like surprises," I smiled.

He smiled too, "I hate you," he laid down, tucking his hands behind his head.

I leaned over him slightly, "no you don't."

He sighed, "yeah, I know," he paused, "you know who I do hate?"

"There's so many," I sighed, looking down at him, "There's Percy, Davies, Smith, Diggory, Flint-"

"Actually, I was only thinking about the first, but I do hate the others." he looked at the ceiling, "especially Flint."

I traced the cut on his cheek with the tips of my fingers and his eyes snapped back towards me, "I know," I said in such a soft voice I wasn't sure if he heard me.

Hmmmmmm…kinda short I know. I'll try and make the next one longer.