By Emelinee

"Bring your own beverage"

Oliver Wood has changed. He is no longer the sweet innocent Scottie that we all grew to love. Here, Oliver has faced more than one hardships. Watch him as he struggles loosing battles with his mother, his best mate and the love of his life. Will anyone be able to help him? Warning for use of drugs, mild swearing and adult content. No sexual activity.

Disclaimer: The idea of the main characters parents were a creation of Hovizi of Oliver Wood, Katie Bell and all other Harry Potter characters and plots belong to J.K. Rowling and unfortunately… not me.

A/N: Okay, so, here's yet again an even MORE different side to our dear Ollie and we see how his minds works about the well-known obsession that everyone loathes. He has officially switched to battle mode. But, is that how he wants it to be? Watch as his thoughts reflect something totally different… well, I'm giving too much away. Just, whip out your hankies! This is the next day and he's gotten better. It's night and, well, you can guess what he's been doing this whole time. Teensy bit of swearing. But you don't care, right?

Haha! Enjoy.  please! RnR and I will LyA (love you always wink). So lovas to you!

"Um… Angelina?" I asked sheepishly. Angelina was kind of pissed right now and I feared that she was on her period.

"What, Oliver?" she yelled.

Ouch.

All right, that confirms it. She's on her period.

"Er, well, not trying to bother you or anything, but I just wanted—"

"Not trying to bother me my—" she murmured.

My ears perked and for some strange reason I felt like punching her… where did that come from?

"What was that?" I asked smirking.

"Nothing," she sang back, continuing to ignore me as she tried relentlessly to talk to Alicia. Ha, like I was going to let her. I was her Quidditch captain, dammit!

"Well, you need to finish reading the notes," I told her forcefully. I hoped that my voice sounded commanding and scary otherwise this whole conversation meant nothing, and I was lame to boot.

She frowned, clearly frustrated. "I'll do them later," she said offhandedly.

I fumed and retorted, "Why don't you to them now?"

A low sort of growl elicited from her throat. "Why don't you do them yourself?" she asked in a reproachful voice. She looked a little too mutinous for my liking and I could tell that she was showing a little restraint in not all-out mauling me. Thank God…

"Well, see, the little problem here is that, oh, how do I put this?" I said, making sure that I had fully received her attention, pointing a shaky finger at my chest. "I've already fucking done them. I had no idea, no—I wrote them, for God's sakes, Angelina, and I would appreciate if you took my hard work seriously and maybe took a leaf out of my book to step it up a notch and not continue slacking your lazy arse off! I'm not sure about this, Angelina, so, please, help me out because I'm not smart enough. But are you captain? Do you run practice? Do you plan on winning the Cup? 'Cause I sure as hell do and I'm hell-bent on winning it. Now, are you going to contribute? Or do I need to reconsider your position?"

I received silence—from the whole Common Room in fact—and I receive a glare so cold that my dead father just as well rolled over in his grave. I sure as hell returned it.

"Fuck off, Oliver," she whispered brokenly and tore off up to her dormitory.

The glare didn't fade from my face as I ignored Alicia's shriek of indignation and tore out of the silent Common Room. At that moment I had different feelings swirling around my tiny brain. I was first considering whether or not I had been too hard on the girl—which my inner beast would deny and say that that was my job… dammit—but I was angry at the same time. I was little more confused at the concept of Katie and Davies together still dwelling at the back of my mind—something I had tried to forget complete but was extremely hard when they showed up everywhere, for goodness sakes'—and whether or not my friend Alix and I were still a couple—but why would I doubt… right? And the last thought that was determined to make my life hell was my two broken ribs, which were now bruised, and made it impossible to breathe properly.

Damn you, Flint.

I felt as if my captaincy had been falling lately and I wasn't getting the respect that I deserved. Sure, they liked good old Ollie, but definitely not at practice, which usually consisted of goofy off and, pretty much, just ignoring me. I was sick of it. We were meant to win the Quidditch Cup… dammit! I wasn't going to let foolish games and happy-fun time get in the way of that. I was going to show them who was their boss and make them work their asses off to win that Quidditch Cup or my name isn't Oliver Wood!

I found myself confused because at that moment I was staring at the pitch, the one thing that I had found solace in over the past six years. I have receive crap from so many people, whether I'm too hard on others about the team, too determined to win, or just dealing with Flint and his band of stinky snakes. It didn't matter.

I knew that this year wasn't going to be any different than the last. I had a feeling that my persistence over the years had finally worn on them to the point where they didn't take it lightly and joke around about it anymore. I knew that but it was too hard to stop that. That was what I was known for and if I stopped that, people might consider me to just try to fit in with the crowd and be nice. Besides, then people wouldn't actually consider me insane.

I don't know what my problem is. I suppose I like being the crazed Quidditch fanatic that everyone knows about. I like being the one to yell at my best friends about Quidditch, of all things, when they are having the worst day of their life. I don't have to deal with all the other political stuff because they don't bother with me… because they know that I'll just talk Quidditch in return.

I sighed and realized that I didn't like all of that. Well, I did, but at the same time, I wanted people to confide in me and be able to talk to me like a normal person, other than Katie and few others. Then I also realized that they were only friends with me because of Quidditch. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

I remembered all the times after practice when I would just sit here, in my favorite spot on the pitch, and figure out new ways to bug my teammates. I realized that those hours that I spent had just gone to waste. I was also troubled by the fact that my egotistic brain had taken this long to figure that out.

Tears were threatening to spill. What was wrong with me? I'm such a loser, I thought. I've been beating up my friends for, what was it, three years now and I didn't realize that I had been hurting them.

I sighed, trying to suppress the tears as I lay back on the grass to look at the stars.

Where had my day gone wrong? I had had a fairly good day today. I had hung out with Alix a lot, seeing as school didn't start until tomorrow, and even Katie and I had had a well-needed talk. Well, that talk had gone something rather like this:

"You suck, Oliver!"

"No, you suck!"

I sighed. This wasn't going anywhere. Apparently, Katie thought so too.

"You better be okay with Roger, Oliver," she warned, walking a little ways down the corridor.

I snorted. "Of course I am, Kates," I said nonchalantly, even my blood was boiling inside of me. "I mean, what's not to love about him? He's adorable, smart, plays Quidditch, for goodness sakes, he's got this little puppy dog face, the warmest lips and he always calls me 'Sweetie' after we kiss. Oh, and the cutest bum. Of course I'm okay with him."

"Liar," she muttered.

I growled at her as we began descending the staircase. "What if I don't, then?" I asked seriously. I truly wanted to know.

"Well, that's too bad now, isn't it?" she said, smirking.

Oh fine. I gave up trying to be the bad guy and resolved to try to live with, ewDavies another time.

"Who's the girl?" she asked as we opened the door to the beautiful outside world. It was a nice day outside and a message flashed across my brain reminding me that it was a perfect day to be playing Quidditch and 'Why are we not out there right now?' I ignored it and, in the process, ignored Katie.

Slightly.

"Who?" I said, playing innocent.

She raised her eyebrows. "Little Miss Ravenclaw, strutting down the hall on somebody's elbow?" she asked peeved.

I laughed out loud. "Is someone jealous? Little Mister Ravenclaw, strutting down the hall with someone on their elbow?" I retorted playfully.

Ouch. That stung.

I laughed out loud again as Katie became speechless and I declared my victory and proceeded to dance around the field and generally 'hoo-hawing'. I was in ecstasy.

I had to stifle a scream as I came up from my reverie because someone had taken the liberty to be lying beside me. I scoffed when I realized that it was my dear Katie.

"May I help you?" I said coldly. I didn't really feel like talking to anyone at the moment, especially one of my players, while we were at my spot. I mean hello? It's my spot! And to top it off, Katie and I hadn't really gotten off on the right foot this week.

She didn't look bothered at all by my dirty remark and continued to gaze peacefully at the stars.

I mentally flipped her off. Why was she so happy? I realized that she must have just come from an evening out with Davies and came to gloat it in my face. Oh just great. A sidelong glance at her made me come to the conclusion that I should have done that too. My inner conscience reminded me that she had some business to attend to tonight (she wouldn't say), so that would be my excuse—well, one that Katie hopefully didn't have to know about it.

Okay, stop rambling, Oliver.

It was quiet for a whole ten minutes, but I couldn't think properly. Why did she have to come out here? I had just wanted time to think… and I still can't think when I'm around her. And we both are dating… I need to get that looked at.

"I heard what you said to Angelina," she said.

I was startled slightly. Well, startled by the noise, and also by the fact that she didn't looked to happy about me. I hadn't been expecting it. What had I been expecting anyway?

"And your point is?" I asked, frowning. What was she, my mother?

My blood turned cold and I turned away. I shouldn't have thought that, I reminded myself.

She turned to glare at me but I forcefully ignored her.

"Well, you shouldn't have said that," she reprimanded.

Who's asking?

I was asking a lot of questions to myself lately.

I sighed in defeat. Here goes nothing…

"I know," I said softly and I felt her gaze rest sharply on me.

She stared at me hard, for about seventy seconds, unsure of how to respond to that. I understood her completely. I'm that type of person when I don't really like to admit being wrong. I'm stuck-up, hardheaded, and overall "always right," in my opinion. Well, that was how I came off to everyone. At this point in time, my thoughts were all discombobulated and I wasn't sure how I should take certain things. For example, my revelation of my obsession toward Quidditch, and hey, look, I'm a softy.

It's just right now, I suppose that all the hard times that I have in life and all the problems I've had to deal with, even at a young age, has come on me to force me to release my anger, frustration, sadness and desperation. It's been longing for me to break out and tell the world that "Hello, idiots? I'm struggling here." However, the other half of my brain, the reasonable part, knows that I definitely do not want their stupid pity or to be looked at any differently then I am now… even if its with anger and hatred. But I figured that I'd live with it until the least possible moment when I cannot contain my rage any longer and I just need it to get out. But until that day comes, I will have to weep in my own quiet sorrow and for now be more concerned about not crying in front of Katie. Oh, and Quidditch.

Yeah. Quidditch.

What's the worst that I can say
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
Well, if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight

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Oh, that's My Chemical Romance's "Helena". I just can't help it. And it's NOT a song fic. It's a song that goes with the fic and, okay, let's just pretend that I forgot to put them in the Author Notes like a good little author. Hmm… that'll be our little secret. I PROMISE I DIDN"T STEAL IT! Muah.

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