Midnight-Pixie: Well, if Hermione was always number one, it wouldn't be too interesting. It's a change! Thanks for the review.

Chapter Four

"All right, listen up! Wood is here to help out with practices, so if you need help with anything, you go to him!" Harry called over the October wind. Oliver fiddled with his broomstick - a Firebolt - that he got when he signed with Puddlemere two years ago.

"Okay, Keeper, let's see what you can do," he said and kicked off the ground. Ron and the three Chasers followed. "You guys really need to win this next match against Slytherin."

"I've always wondered what it was like to practice with Oliver," Ron said brightly. Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Then I'll go hard on you. You miss a catch and it will be one lap around the pitch on foot. Come on, Chasers."

"...You know, I was kidding, Wood. I... oh, come on, don't fly away from me!" Ron shouted. Oliver laughed as he flew to the Chasers.

"Aim for the middle hoop. Try to bend the ball," he whispered to Jake. Jake nodded his head. "Gin, Garner," he said, just looked at Ginny. "Pass it to Jake. Later on in practice, me and him will teach you how to bend the ball." Ginny nodded as Christina just stared at him. He ignored her yesterday completely. He wouldn't talk to her or anything. She would ahve to talk to Ginny or Jacob.

"Sloper! Kirke!" Oliver snapped. The two Beaters flew towards him. "Okay, okay, I already see a problem here. You guys are holding your bats wrong. What the hell did Harry tell you to do? I specifically told Angelina to tell him the proper stances and positioning - forget it. Not my problem. What the -" Oliver slapped Sloper upside the head. "ARE YOU LISTENING?"

"...You're scary," he whispered. Oliver looked at Jack and completely ignored him.

"Oi, Malfoy! What do you think you're doing?" Harry yelled. Oliver looked down and saw the Slytherin Quidditch team. He groaned and flew down to back up Harry.

"We have a note from Snape," Malfoy replied smugly.

"Flint!" Oliver exclaimed. Marcus Flint, ex-Quidditch Captain of the Slytherin Team, waved to Oliver. Despite their rivalry during Hogwarts, they were friends.

"Sorry, Wood, but we've got a note," he said.

"You always do this to us," Oliver groaned. Harry and the Slytherin team stared at the two in shock. Marcus shrugged.

"I didn't get the note, Malfoy did." Oliver sighed and glanced at Harry.

"Nothing we can do, mate," he said and walked back to the locker rooms.

"...Okay, Flint, who do you have using a polyjuice potion and where is the real Oliver Wood? Since when have you two been friends?"

"Since graduation, Potter. Now get your filthy team off of our field."

"Marcus Flint. MARCUS Flint. MARCUS FLINT!" Ron shrieked in the Gryffindor locker room. "What in the blue blazes is he doing back here?"

"He's teaching. Got hired last week," Oliver said while putting the Snitch back in the case.

"Teaching what? How to speak in Troll?

"Easy, Ron. He really isn't that bad. He's filling in for Madame Hooch who got injured while trying to teach first years."

"Not that bad? Who are you?" Ginny asked suspiciously.

"Ah, come on, now, who can imitate my sexy accent?" Oliver asked.

"Ah, come on, now, who can imitate my sexy accent?" Jacob repeated.

"...That's just freaky," Ginny said.

"Come on, you know you like it," Jake said with a smirk.

"As much as I do like it, Jacob Nicholas Wood -"

"YOU CALLED ME BY MY FULL NAME!" he exclaimed. Everyone in the locker room stared at him with a strange look. "Okay, Virginia Margaret Weasley."

"Ooh, you crossed the line," Ginny said and tackled him.

"...Let's ditch them," Oliver whispered to Harry. Everyone but Jacob and Ginny left the locker room and headed back to the castle.

"How long do you think it will take before Jake gets bat-boogey'ed?" Christina asked.

"Two sickles on five minutes," Harry said.

"Seven sickles on one minute," Christina supplied.

"A galleon on ten three minutes," Oliver said with a smile. Harry looked back to the field and saw Jacob run out of the locker room with bat-like things covering his face. Christina smirked.

"Seven sickles from both you and Harry, Ollie."

"Don't call me that. Only my sisters are allowed to," Oliver muttered while he dug into his pockets and fished out seven sickles.

Christina knocked on the Head of House's door.

"Come in," Oliver said. (Oliver is the Gryffindor's Head of House now.)

"Um... Hogsmeade is in ten minutes. I was wondering if you're ready?"

"Yeah... I'll be out in a minute." Christina left his office without another word and went to the Prefect's dorm to talk to Ginny.

"Gin, what's wrong with Oliver?" she asked. Ginny looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"He's been acting different - it's like he's changed overnight."

"You're still dating Zambini. He's upset about that."

"Why should he be upset? It's my choice, isn't it?"

"Do you know why his Quidditch career went down? Blaise's brother, Blair, is a Quidditch Pro as well. At one of his games, Oliver was playing against Blair's team. Blair was a Chaser, but he took a Beater bat and knocked a Bludger straight at Oliver. He fell over fifty feet - broke his arm and pulled his quadrocept. He wasn't allowed to play Quidditch anymore," Ginny said dully. This, of course, was true, but it wasn't the only reason Oliver was acting different. The girl he liked was dating the brother of the man that screwed his career.