Chapter Twelve

Oliver spotted Christina by the window sill, looking out at the December snow in admiration. He walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Fred and George are coming today. Want to have a snowball fight with 'em when they come? They'll be here-"

"WOOD WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"

"-Now." Christina laughed.

"Sure, let me get dressed." Oliver nodded his head and swiftly kissed her cheek before letting her go up to her room.

"Wood!" Oliver looked out the window again and was hit with Harry Potter's snowball. Oliver stood there for a moment, consemplating what had happened. He wiped off the wet snow on his face and yelled out various cuss words at Harry while pointing and waving his hands around like a maniac. Christina quietly crept down the stairs and laughed crazilly at her boyfriend, who was still yelling at Harry.

"Calm down," she managed to gasp and pulled him away from the window while he was still cursing. They raced down the corridors and outside, where Oliver tackled Harry. Harry pushed Oliver off of him and crawled away, scooping up snow while he was at it and gave Ron a nasty little present. Oliver fell to the ground laughing again. Christina giggled. He was such a child. Next thing she knew, a snowball splattered against her shoulder. She shot a look at Oliver who was howling with laughter. Christina grabbed some snow off the ground and chucked it at Oliver, who was standing up already. He stood there, staring at her in disbelief.

"You hit me," he said.

"So what?" Christina asked smugly. Just then, the two of them were bombarded with a dozen snowballs from the Weasley twins and, to Oliver's surprise, Percy and Charlie.

"Perce!" he shrieked and jumped onto him. Percy caught Oliver. "PLEASE TELL ME YOU DON'T WORK FOR THE MINISTRY ANYMORE!"

"I... uh... don't work for the ministry anymore?" With a yell of happiness, Oliver gave Percy a hug and jumped off of him. He was giddy. There was snow!

"Perce, this is Christina, Chris, this is Percy Weasley, a.k.a BIGHEAD BOY!" Percy gave Oliver a look before shaking hands with Christina.

"I still dispise them for making that name up," Percy said, glaring at the twins who were firing snowballs at Ginny, Charlie and Ron.

"Hey, want a Quidditch game?" Harry asked in the Common Room. Inside, the Twins, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Jacob, Marcus, Christina, Percy, Charlie, Hermione and Oliver were sitting in various seats. Oliver's and Christina's relationship was no secret around the lot anymore, so they were free to show their affection. In this case, Christina sitting in Oliver's lap. Oliver could tell Percy didn't approve but hey, what could you do?

"Quidditch against who?" Marcus asked as he took a sip of hot chocolate.

"How 'bout me, Gin, Ron, Jake, Chris, Seamus and Dean against you, Wood, Fred, George, Sloper, Kirke and Charlie?" Harry suggested.

"We'd whomp you," Oliver said matter-of-factly. "No offence," he quickly added when Christina shot him a look. Fred made a whipping sound and Oliver shot him a tickling spell.

"Everyone seems to know now that I can't play Quidditch for my life," Percy said with a laugh.

"You guys get Sloper and Kirke. We'll get Finnigan and Thomas. Where are they?" Charlie asked.

"Why do you guys get them?" Ron pouted.

"Because Sloper and Kirke are officially part of the Gryffindor team. Seamus and Dean, on the other hand, are reserves," George said. Harry rolled his eyes and barked out their names. In a flash, the four boys were down in the Common Room with brooms in their hands and beater bats. The fourteen of them trudged outside to the Quidditch pitch

"We don't need to go over the rules, do we?" Harry asked, pointedly at Marcus. He threw up his hands.

"I've changed!" he said, then rambled on about 'seeing the light' and having 'a change of heart' and how much he wished to 'be a Gryffindor'.

"I'm so excited. We get to be Chasers," Fred said happily. "I always wanted to throw a ball at Ron's head without getting in trouble."

"Joy," Ron muttered.

"Oh, and can you guys yell out terms of encouragment to my team here?"

(Oliver)

"Keep it clean, Flint," I said as my eyes darted from Chaser to Chaser to Chaser. I wonder how good Fred and George were at the position. Seamus and Dean certainly were doing a good job as Beaters.

"Oof!" Fred grunted as a bludger hit his shoulder. "Sloper, you have to hit the bludgers harder than that!" Marcus took a shot at Ron and it flew in. Marcus called for the game to stop and started to talk to Ron about positioning himself properly. Maybe he really should have been a Gryffindor. ...Then again, maybe not. He kind of just fouled Ron.

"I said CLEAN!" I shouted as loud as I could.

"Sorry!" I heard him shout back with a small shrug. I shook my head and focused on the game as Ginny tried to score on me. Instead she passed Christina, who vaguely shouted 'Catch it and I won't kiss you ever again'. ...What could a guy do if your girlfriend shouts that at you? Nothing!

"You're evil," I said with a glare and let it go by, catching it just as it went through the hoop.