Chapter Two

Oliver sighed and walked to the Gryffindor changing rooms.

"Gee, Wood, your screaming really helped all of us," Ginny said sarcastically.

"Well, Harry wasn't doing it, so someone had to," he retorted. "Good try, by the way. Where's Harry?"

"Trying to drown himself in the showers," Ron Weasley replied.

"What a biter. I tried that when we lost to Hufflepuff. Harry?" he called.

"Mm?"

"You okay?"

"...No. We lost to Ravenclaw, how could I be okay? Moreover, we lost to CHO CHANG!"

"Calm down!"

"Me? Calm down? You should have heard yourself during the game!" Harry shouted as he poked his head out of the shower. Oliver laughed.

"You need to do a bit more yelling, scolding and... well, for loss of more appropriate words... bitching."

"Wow... a professor swore!" Jack Sloper exclaimed.

"...Clean out your ears, you moron, he was swearing the whole game," Christina muttered. "I would've liked it if you listened to him, to block those bludgers and all..."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Sloper, I'm twenty! I'm allowed to live a little!"

"You could come to our practices if you'd like, Wood. Help Ron as the Keeper and possibly help Weasley, Garner and... well, Wood out?" Jacob Wood was Oliver's fifteen-year-old cousin.

"Sure. I have to keep my mouth shut the rest of the games, though. McGonagall looked like she was ready to toss me over the ledge."

"I'm surprised she wasn't standing with Jordan by the mic," Jacob laughed.

"He's eighteen now and has spent seven years commentating Quidditch games. I'm pretty sure he knows how to keep his language appropriate now," Oliver said.

"And, for some strange reason, you don't," Harry snickered. The whole team laughed, even Oliver. "So, how's the teaching thing coming along for you?"

"Eh, horrible. All these girls from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw keep staring at me and won't do their work," he replied.

"Well, you're hot," Ginny said plainly.

"...We all know that, Ginny, I mean... come on, I was voted Number One Hottest Professional Quidditch Player in the Quibbler for how long, a month?"

"CONCIETED..." Christina said in between coughs. Oliver ignored her.

"Not the point, though. I'm their professor, for Merlin's sake!"

"Their professor who is hot, single and twenty years old," Christina pointed out.

"Yes, but - argh, blast it, I need a woman."

"A life is what you need," Andrew Kirke, one of the beaters, muttered.

Oliver's POV

"Screw this job," I muttered and plopped onto the carpet of the Common Room. I heard quiet sobbing coming from the Prefect's dorm

"Shh, Chris, shh," I heard my cousin say. "Shh... Zambini is an idiot." I softly knocked on the door.

"Hey, is everything alright in there?"

"Not really. Get in here, Oliver," Jacob said. Christina was sitting on Jacob's bed with her mascara, or whatever you call it, running. I sat down beside her.

"Chris, what happened?" I asked urgently. I wiped her tears away with my thumb.

"Blaise... Zambini... Millicent... Bulstrode..." she sobbed. I stared blankly at her.

"He cheated on her," Jacob whispered in my ear.

"Ah, shit... Jake, can you leave for a few?"

"Sure," he said and closed the door behind him.

"Christina, some boys are idiots and some boys are assholes. Me, I think I'm an idiot. We do really stupid things sometimes. Zambini is a Slytherin, is he not? Well, Slytherins aren't the best people to date. Trust me, I know. And, bugger, do they make the worst girlfriends ever... but, anyway, Slytherins equals jerks. Don't listen to any of them and don't date any of them. I mean... ew?" Christina laughed softly.

"Oliver, sometimes I wonder about you..."

"...Are you saying you think I'm homosexual?"

"Well..."

"Oh, ha, ha," I said sarcastically and shuddered at the thought. "You feel any better?"

"Much. Thanks," she said. We left the Prefect's dorm and Christina ran up the stairs to the Girl's dorm.

"How'd it go?" Jacob asked.

"Good. She's feeling much better. She thinks I'm gay."

"...You told her you were gay?"

"No!"

"Well, then... why does she think you're gay?"

"...Oops, I used wrong tense. She thought I was gay."

"...You confuse me, cousin. You confuse me." I slapped Jacob upside the head and put him in a headlock. "Huge... bicep... cutting... circulation!" he managed to gasp. I laughed and picked him up, then slammed him onto the hearthrug.

"I refuse to tell anyone I'm related to you until you learn how to defend yourself," I said. Jacob smirked and pulled his knee up. "Oh, you panzoot!" I yelled and fell off of him. (A/N: LOL JORDAN'S WORD!)

"I know how to defend myself," he said and stood up.

"Oh, shut up, you smug bastard." Jacob laughed and tried to help me up, but failed. At that moment, Ginny came into the Common Room, took one look at us, shook her head/rolled her eyes and walked up to the Girl's dorm. I saw Jacob's eyes following her. "Aha! In love with a Weasley!" I exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. I picked myself up, grinning stupidly at Jacob.

"Can you keep it down? Ron could be anywhere, you know..."

"I can't believe it. You like Ginny Weasley, your best friend since birth -"

"Come on, not since birth. Since, like, we were four..."

"And she has Bill, Charlie, Fred, Percy, George AND RON! Do you KNOW how protective Ron is?"

"I do!"

"And do you know how protective I am of Ginny?"

"Er... yeah, I do. I know she's like a sister to you, too, even though you have, what... four of them?"

"Good. Hurt her and I'll hurt you. Now, help me up and go to bed. It's fifteen minutes past curfew. Hah... that rhymed."

"You're an idiot."

"Shut up."