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: Um. He deals with some things. There. You happy now? Reer! Let's see… YAY! More Oliver and um Alix so there. Katie joins in on the fun and Oliver does ballistic once more. So, here's a summary.

"Oliver's horribly rotten day gets a makeover (not Oliver, the day) all thanks to a little someone special. Katie and Roger show up and there's a little talk about the birds and the bees and a little more. And finally, Oliver makes them pay for humiliating him and pretty much doing what Captains do best—wh00ping their player's—wait, sorry, that's the next chapter. Best stay tuned…"

The end! Ahhaha. Of my author note. So, read… read… and then…. REVIEW and I will love you forever and your name will be put down at the bottom. ;) smooooooches!

I suppose you could say that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

First, I forgot that I left my contacts in so my eyes were all dried up. I had a headache to boot and I had trouble sleeping the night before. My dorm mates were excessively loud and I wanted to just haul out and punch them. I was in pain, so my trip to the bathroom was in desperation. I first stepped on a pot of ink, spilling it all over my feet. I continued to trip over my Quidditch Robes and smash my nose on something that I didn't really know what it was. As I got up, I hit my head on the top of Percy's four-poster bed and then continued to walk smack dab in the pole. I tripped over one of the guys on my way to the bathroom and stubbed my toe really bad, thus, ramming my head into the closed bathroom door. Once, inside, I quickly fixed my contacts, but not before getting some cream or hair gel in them on accident. My hair was a mess and all the toothpaste squirted all over my brand new Quidditch shirt. And there was no more toothpaste left. I slipped on a bar of soap and thought that I was going to be knocked unconscious as my head hit the tile sink. The shower was scalding hot (or freezing cold, whatever way you got it) and I still smelled like rotten body odor. I had a rather large and annoying pimple right on my nose and, well, let's just say that that wasn't too impressive. Once I got out of the shower (after almost killing myself three times) I realized that I forgot my clothes in the dormitory. I came back out—the only towel left being a really short one—and it was just my luck that the guys had invited a gaggle of girls into the dormitory. They pretty much laughed at me the whole time. I didn't care. I grabbed all my stuff—and I think someone grabbed me—and changed and made it back out alive.

So, pretty much... it sucked.

I sighed. I could tell that this was going to be a dreadfully long day and I needed some consolation. Now. I did a double take as I noticed that my new Quidditch shirt was clean and toothpaste-free.

"What the…"

"Simple cleaning spell, Oliver," Percy told me condescendingly. "Second year."

Duh. I felt so incredibly stupid at this point that you have no idea. I didn't try to dwell on the fact that I could have save myself a lot of time and hassle if I had just used magic. I raced down the stairs and out the common room, which then I took the time to mutter a few more cleaning spells for my face, smell, and pretty much everything else.

I was supposed to be excited this day. Dumbledore had cancelled all classes—which I'm confused as to why—because he "wanted us to settle down and be fully welcomed back to this school". I didn't really care what the reason was, whether he had a bad case of Herpies and didn't want to show in public or he was secretly doing Professor Snape in his office. I turned another corner and was even more grateful that Dumbledore had cancelled today's lessons because then I had time to catch up with my team and a good friend named Alix.

I spotted her immediately as I walked in the Great Hall and made a beeline towards her. Hogsmeade was next weekend but I was too excited to wait.

"Hey, Alix," I said, smiling slightly as all her girlfriends around her went into an immediate giggling frenzy.

"Oliver! It's been so long," she said, adjusting in her seat so that she could see me better.

I smiled brightly. "Yeah, I've been really busy these past couple days and I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk around the lake with me?"

I heard a small chuckle escape her as her hoards of friends laughed openly. I raised a timid eyebrow but tried not to look at her friends. It was hard because I'm that good in front of girls. Well, large, giggling, flocks of them at least.

"I'd love to, Oliver," she said, standing up and taking the arm I offered to her.

I was pleased with myself. Something had actually gone right today and I hadn't blown it up… yet. I eyed the Gryffindor table as we left and was excited to notice that my friends, or the Quidditch team, were slightly perturbed at the fact that I was taking a girl from Ravenclaw out. Well, out of the Great Hall, but that was beside the point. I swiftly snatched an apple from the basket in front of Angelina and took off with Alix, pointedly ignoring her cry of indignation.

"Who's that?" I heard Alicia ask the group, astounded.

"Some girl he's with." That was Katie.

"Look's like some bimbo." George?

"Urg, who needs him. I mean, he's ju…" as I heard Angelina's accusing voice fade away I couldn't help but wonder why they were angry at me. Was it all because of Angelina? I mean, hell that had happened like two days ago. And here I was the butt of all their jokes, getting pranked multiple times (Fred and George had been discreetly elbowing me and kicking me in the hallways yesterday. I don't know how I could have missed their flaming hair. They had even been the creator of the 'Kick me' sign, the note that said 'FREAK' with a bunch of random doodles and that damn quill. Of course, it hadn't been them exactly. They had had several people on the inside help them out—dirty rats) and also getting thrown in the lake—I mean, yesterday hadn't been exactly my best day.

I decided that I would put my mum and Nany's sudden disappearance away in my brain. I didn't feel like thinking about that right now and I had had a tough day yesterday. Do I need to repeat myself? I pitied myself and I just wanted to take some time with a friend. Besides, Dumbledore had sent me another owl last night assuring me that my mum was being well taken care of and people were definitely looking for Nany, whether they were Muggle, Wizard, or under Dumbledore's command. I didn't really care which (or all of the above, really) I just wanted to know that my mum was all right. Besides, Dumbledore already confined me to Hogwarts and forbade me to leave, lest I want to be expelled. Well, you must understand that I am choosing to sit my tiny little arse down here and do what my mother had always wanted me to. Go to school! Huh, I felt like I was two.

I'm large and in charge!

Anyway, Alix was nice, and she was growing on me by the second. Personally, she wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but she had these dazzling eyes that just enchanted me and something about her kindness and wonderful character drew me towards her. She liked to have a good time and apparently Ravenclaw has had their share of good 'parties'. She was a reader like most Ravenclaw are but preferred the romance novels and the horror books (she was a Steven King-er), a weird combination if you ask me.

She had learned to knit at a young age and had an extreme fondness toward cats. She was a simple girl with a wild life. She told me a little bit about her family. Her mum was a writer and had written several good mysteries in her time and preferred her poetry to books. In her off time, she had a part-time job at the Ministry doing paperwork and other odd jobs such as a secretary. Her father was a Muggle and had became an engineer in a production company called Lockheed Martin. Apparently, the man was tall, quirky, had a slightly balding head of brown and had a constant cold. She told me to watch out for him, because he didn't really approve of boyfriends (such as chasing them off the lawn, totalling their car with a baseball bat and shaving their head bald dare they try to hurt his little pumpkin-poo...).

She had a little brother named Jeffrey who was in the second year, a little annoying brat of a sister, as she called her, named Samantha who was in the third year. She was in the six year herself along with her twin brother who was in Slytherin. His name was Francis and I'm proud to say that he liked to have a good time, thank you very much. Supposedly, he was astounding at Quidditch but refused to play with such an inexperienced team who liked to do nothing except parade around and knock people off their brooms. She promised me that I'd have to meet him and I agreed.

We continued our solemn path around the forest and chatted like we hadn't a care in the world. I really liked being around her. She was easier to talk to and I felt as if she understood everything I told her. I told her all about my life, with my mother and father (and that dratted Nany) and even my friend Dreyus. She had lost her best friend when she was five to a car bombing and she had never been the same since. I suppose you could say that we helped each other cope with our losses.

Alix and I were a little too similar that it was scary. Not only the simple things, like loving Quidditch, going to Hogwarts, loosing someone dear to you, and doing a couple of the same hobbies, but other things like how we were constantly smiled or how we laughed the same, loud, hard and tears squirting out of our eyes. We laughed at the same time too, and in strange unison. She was also a die-hard fan of Puddlemere United.

I could have married her right there.

"I hate apples, though," she said, eyeing the rotten core between my thumb and index finger with distaste.

"I love apples," I said, trying to gross her out by waving it in her face. "What's wrong with them?"

She sighed. "I don't know. Perhaps its because when I was six, my brother Francis had stolen my mum's wand and bewitched my favorite desert, it was an ice cream sundae then, into a gigantic apple right as I bit into it. I had a loose front tooth and it came off. I was traumatized."

I laughed so hard that I ended up rolling on the ground. I couldn't help. The story was all too funny for me to handle.

I settled down. "Well, then, I'm going to have to get you to like them, now aren't I?"

A giggle. "Ah, hell no."

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The sun had decided to make an appearance as Hogwarts was rounding upon noon. Alix and I had decided to take a swim in the lake because we were too bored to do anything else and were currently sitting on the bank, sopping wet, in our jeans and t-shirts. Presently, I was laughing about something I couldn't even remember anymore and was clutching onto my stomach for dear life. I was considering pushing her into the lake, again, when we heard footsteps behind us.

"Hey, Wood," greeted Roger Davies with a smug grin on his face.

"Davies," I grunted out. I was surprised that they had come by this way. Katie knew how I felt about Davies but she probably just wanted to provoke me.

"Mind if we share your ground?" Katie inquired cheerily.

"Well, it is our territory," I said snootily.

"I don't see your name on it," Davies responded, the smart-Alec he is.

Alix silently pointed to a spot a couple yards away to reveal wat appeared to be a sign carved into the sand. It read in large, sloppily written letters:

Oliver's and Alix's Territory

Bug off!

Katie sighed, trying to reason with her best friend. Oh, that would be me. I think she was trying to look innocent and cute at the same time. "Can't we just steal a little bit of your ground?"

I snorted. "Sure, take some sand, but only a handful."

Well, it sounded a lot cooler in my head. Let's just leave it at that. It seemed as if they had given up on reasoning with us because we're stubborn, bitching and don't really like them all that much right now.

"Ollie, I don't think that you've been properly introduced to my new boyfriend," she started, taking her place beside me on the hot sand.

Er...

I was down-right shocked. I looked at her as if she had grown fangs and decided to take up chess while testing a new punk style with matching green highlights in her hair.

What?

"Oh," I stuttered. I didn't really know what to say. Alix was the lucky one because she didn't really have to say anything at all. I'm sure she would have been just as taken back.

"Oliver, this is Roger Davies, my boyfriend," she said, smiling a little. She was trying to get me to lighten up, but I wouldn't give her the pleasure. "Roger, this is my best friend, Oliver Wood."

It sounded as though we hadn't been previously acquainted and I realized that we really hadn't other than: "Please shake hands, captains."

We stared at each other as if we were both being asked to eat a can of worms and then regurgitate them for our children. Mmm, what a wonderful mental image. I suppose that the next thing would have to be raising a hand to shake, but I had just cleaned them. Pfft, like I would lower myself to shaking hands with Roger Davies on anything less than a Quidditch Pitch.

He had decided to be the better man about two minutes ago and I was still hell-bent on being stubborn. I had every reason, dammit! Davies was a prick, he was self-centered and he was dead ugly. I hate him and I hope he dies.

Well, that wasn't very nice.

I was really fed up with myself. I nearly slapped myself and wiped my hand clean as I shook hands with the smarmy bastard. I felt slightly disgusted to think that his perfect hands were touching my Katie. I didn't think that he deserved her. I would have been happier if she went with Lee or even the Weasley twins or something, ah heck—me! But alas, my hopes were rejected.

"Ready for the Quidditch season, Wood?" Roger asked.

Was he trying to be polite? Because that wasn't exactly polite to me.

I grinned and a shock stirred in me, telling me that I was ready for this challenge. I felt Katie's hand on me, trying to restrain me or something, but I ignored it, looking Roger straight in the eyes with a glint of competitiveness in my very bright and beautiful blue eye.

"Of course, Davies," I said coolly. "When have you ever doubted me."

He chuckled. "I knew you'd be running two-a-days by now. It's always like you. Straining your team too early in the season so that they slump at the end from injury… or worse."

"Like you don't work your team hard, Davies? Oh right, we play Ravenclaw and I noticed that your players were slacking a little bit… too much," I said, getting a rise out of him. "Not getting the training they need, if you ask me? Nobody can really match up to our spectacular team really. So, I wouldn't even bother."

"Getting your hopes up a little early, maybe?" he retorted. "Who knows? Maybe this year you'll get lucky and Potter will stay on his broom a little longer."

He actually laughed out loud at that remark.

"So as to not break your Seeker's nail?" I said, smirking. I had to restrain myself to not copy his laugh and smack it back in his face. I saw a flush rise on his neck and I knew that my sexism would help me out one day. "Sure, Harry'll stay on his broom long enough to beat you three times over, and your little Seeker. I've got the best Seeker in the nation, Davies, you know that."

A hiss of breath escaped his lips. "What broom? Remember Potter has to be driving those old Comets Hooch keeps? Nation-worthy Seeker's don't win on those sticks. That's too bad—you actually believed in your team this year. Not that you didn't every other year. You just think that everything is Quidditch, driving your players mad to the point of insanity."

I clenched my fists until I felt a trickle of blood being drawn. "At least I'm dedicated to the sport and can concentrate, not like your players who heckle and whistle once a member of the opposite sex walks by," but he wouldn't let me finish.

"And your team doesn't?" he said, he face getting redder with anger.

"My team is trained, you jack—"

"Oliver!" Katie had decided that that was the last straw. I damned her. This was turning out to be a good argument and I was on top, too. "Enough is enough, Roger, Oliver." She frowned. "I think we all understand this little Quidditch world we got going on and don't really need to discuss it now. Okay, guys? Let's just settle down and enjoy the sun!"

She was content with relaxing, but Davies had gotten too much of a rise out of me to stop.

I suddenly felt Alix slip her hand into mine. I was a little surprised; I had forgotten that she was there the whole time. I smiled at her, glad that she was with me, and that calmed me down considerably to realize that arguing with Davies wasn't the best way to win back Katie's friendship or affection. I resided to sitting there, staring at the small waves and smile contentedly, enjoying Alix's presence.

I had a strange feeling that Davies was trying with all his might not to retort to my last accusation. I rarely refered to swearing (out loud) toward another person, but sometimes, some things call for desperate measures. And Davies was number one on the list. Well, I think Flint was, but that's beside the point. He must of realized where Katie's loyalties lie—her morals, values, friendship, that sort of thing. He was smarter than he looks (I was still struggling with trying to accept this) and he must have actually cared for Katie, otherwise the words would have been flowing.

Relaxing into Alix's hands, I stared at her as if she was a New World to me. Then it struck me: I had a girlfriend. I suddenly felt like the happiest man alive. I didn't really know why—it wasn't as if I was head over heels for this girl. Well, maybe I was. I wasn't really sure about any of my love life now days. The only think that was still nagging me at the back of my head would probably be me having small feelings of affection toward my best friend. Is that normal? I was more concerned that if I told her, she would reject me totally and leave me unloved and friendless. And I definitely did not want that—especially if was just a little crush. I decided that I'd sort out my feelings with Katie a little more so that I wouldn't be confused when she's wondering why I all of a sudden kiss and shove her up against a wall, my hands trailing up her—whoa.

I seriously considered jumping in the lake again as a form of a cold shower. I shivered at the thought of me thinking about my best friend like that. I wondered briefly if she did the same, but I didn't have much time because my eyes had drifted back to Alix as she chatted carelessly with Katie about girl stuff and I admired what I had: a beautiful girl.

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A/N: Whoops! A little long, but well worth it right? Okay, so I sobered up and I'm—I mean, Oliver's no longer hyper! Haha, here you got some real deep thinking from his Quidditch-obsessed brain and now he's actually figured out that Alix and him or together. Yay. I actually introduced that girlfriend conflict if some were confused. Or not. Uh, ya, a little Roger and Oliver trouble, but nothing new right? And what's with this Oliver/Katie love scene Ollie's having trouble with? Oh ya, and did Oliver forget about his mum and Nany? What's going on with that… hmm…

Er, okay, thanks to (gasps):

Lady.of.the.own
Micahmouse
Loving.wood
And Hovizi (Yay!)

You all are fantastic.

Well, that's it! I hope you enjoy!

Uh… Emelie! Muah!