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… lemme see. Oh yes, in this chapter Oliver gets his well-deserved revenge… and little more than he bargained for. This I the night of the day that Oliver has off and it's a Wednesday. Oliver goes a little psycho with Quidditch-fever and the team realizes that pranks aren't good to pull on your Quidditch captain.

Oh, snap! I looooove reviews. ;)

Oh, and p.s., Oliver says stuff about the plays he's been working on summer and nights but you never really hear about them. If that really bothers you, then I'm sorry because I know that you never hear about them. Because they'd be boring, right? I think that'd bore me unless you can think of somehow making it exciting. Haha, jk. I actually can, but that's beside the point. The point is that Oliver has designed plays but that was earlier on in the summer and whenever we aren't in his brain. ;). Glad that's cleared up.

Oh, yeah, this chapter actually looks like what a normal chapter should look like. Wow. Shocker! It's not as random as the others are. Hmm, maybe I'll throw a little sumtin, sumtin.

Oh, hey, haven't you ever wondered what Katie thought of Oliver? Well, so did I. So, there's a little sumtin, sumtin.

Muah. RnReview, please!

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"WEASLEY! YOUR WHITE ARSE BETTER BE BACK IN THE AIR BEFORE I SAY QUIDDITCH! Because I just said it and your still not doing what you're suppose to be doing!"

Ow. All right, my throat was officially sore—thoroughly worn from yelling myself hoarse at the pathetic people that I consider my team. I mean look at them—they are sweating like pigs and we just started practice…

I glanced down at my watch.

…an hour ago. These people were really out of shape. I was slacking and I can't believe that I let my team relax like this! Besides, aren't girls always complaining about having a fit body and all that jazz? Don't they need to 'work-out' and be all tone for summer. Well, I here is their—

"ALICIA! You better not be going what I think you're doing? Like not finishing your laps? ADD ANOTHER SIX LAPS TO THAT!"

—workout, dammit. What do you expect after ridiculing, pranking and overall humiliating your freaking Quidditch captain?

I sighed. This really was wearing on me. But did my team know that? Ah, hell no. I was really fed up that they hadn't been training over the summer like I asked them to. I gave them a schedule to abide by, too. Well, I understand about Harry, but he is the only one on the team that doesn't need summer training. I knew that I should have asked Dumbledore if I could have booked the pitch in August.

"Alright! Get down here," I shouted at the red blurs that were weaving their way through the stands. With a rush of wind, the sound of shortness of breath reached my ears, followed by the plopping of heavy bodies onto the cold ground.

I turned around to see every one of my players trying desperately to catch their breath and taking my silence as a time to lay down beside their broom. I frowned. Can't they do this the rest of the day while they aren't at practice?

"Why the hell are you guys lying down?" I yelled at them. Well, as much as my sore throat would allow me to yell.

"Because we're whipped, Wood," Fred croaked out.

"You d-didn't give us a break," continued George, gasping for breath, "that whole… whole freaking hour!"

"You didn't need a break!" I said outraged. "You guys should be healthier and more in shape so that you can do a simple drill like this with ease and not have to take a ten minutes nap in the middle of my practice!"

I heard a cry of indignation from one of my Chasers behind me. "Well we aren't, and we wouldn't have to take a ten minutes nap if we don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn each mor—"

"You slept in today, Bell," I retorted, turning my back on my team. "I gave you this morning off. In fact, I sneaked a peak at the Slytherin's practice earlier and it looks like they are ahead of us! Are we not Gryffindors? Are we not going to win the cup this year? We aren't pussies! We're going to win—"

"Yeah, we know," Alicia muttered angrily.

"Where's Harry?" Angelina asked, finally realizing that the boy hadn't showed up today at practice.

"I don't know," I said angrily. "Probably saving the freaking world or something like that. Always going on having to miss practice when we've got the cup to win."

There was an angry glint in my eye and I suddenly realized that Harry would have to make up for this practice by having a two-a-day on Friday. I reeled the calendar through my mind, reminding myself to remind the team of our two-a-day tomorrow and Saturday. We had Friday night practice but I gave them that morning off. Sunday was a morning practice and we were going to view film and plays later on mid-day. I was also considering having team study sessions so that they'd be able to do their homework. I didn't want any of my team having to drop out because of bad grades. That would be horrendous.

"All right, that was too long of a break," I said, flustered. "Come on, get back in the air! Hurry and finish your four more laps so that we can finally get on with practice, sheesh! LET'S GO!"

My team tried to take their time getting to their feet before I shouted that they had to do two more laps because of their slowness. "If it takes you that long to get up, how long will it take you to catch the Quaffle?"

Finally, their six laps were through with, practice had started, and they had learned a total of seven new plays that I had composed over the summer and were practicing them when I realized that my four hour time slot was almost up and our practice would be illegal within a matter of minutes if my team didn't leave the pitch. Realizing that they might try to jeopardize our chances by taking their time, I called them in early and ordered them to hurry and clean up in the locker room, warning them that we still had to discuss more plays and strategy.

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Blah, blah, blah.

I was talking but I didn't really care what I was talking about. Well, I did. But at the same time, I didn't.

…

Ahem.

Right now, I was currently lecturing my squeaky-clean team about strategies and plays but my mind was drifting. I was going on forty-five minutes and I knew that if I didn't stop now, my team would be asleep. I was actually surprised that they hadn't fallen asleep on my yet.

Yet.

I think I spoke to soon because my head shot up, hearing the loud, booming snores of one of the twins. I scowled, taking my shoe and chucking it at them, and then continuing on with my lecture once I had their undivided attention.

This lecture was so far engraved in my brain that I didn't even have to be thinking about it while I was saying it. I had it memorized, word for word, because all summer I had been going through plays and I think I knew what my plays looked like.

At this point, I was far too bored to care. I really wanted to get back to the dinner. It was coming upon seven and I could pretty much hear our stomach for a perfect unison, as if they were the choir, singing a beautiful rendition of Fur Elise, forgiving the fact that there weren't really any words to that song. So they hummed it. In harmony, of course.

"Got it all?" I found myself saying, startling everyone—including myself. The whole room seemed to wake up in agreement and were out the door before you could say Pixie Sticks… are fabulous and people like to eat them to get a sugar high and we all love pixie sticks and I—okay good, everyone's out.

Nobody felt like lingering in my second home, also known as the locker rooms, and I suddenly found myself alone, isolated in the wooden hut we met in six nights a week. I sighed and resigned myself to getting up and figured that Alix might want to meet me soon. I found myself outside, pleased to feel the wind against my face and followed our crowd to the Great Hall. They were all messing around and laughing and I realized that I was completely different from them. Sure, I was a friend, but because of my love for Quidditch, they rejected. Even if they weren't aware of it, they shunned me and didn't want to catch my disease. I considered catching up to them, but I don't think that I could make it any more obvious…

All right, I'm screwed.

They continued horse playing, laughing and generally having fun, pretty much leaving me to settle in the dust. I tried to ignore them and pretend as if I were concentrating about Quidditch (like I always do) when I felt someone run up to me, almost out of breath, and stand in front of me, blocking me from my path.

I looked up to see Katie Bell smiling at me. She was a lay of sunshine that night and I believe that the heavens opened up then, to reveal angels floating down with the glorious sound of their chorus singing their praise and adoration. The animals flocked and were drawn toward the beauty and she could only smile and stare at me gloriously. I stared back at her with the same intensity and the world seemed to fade around us. The light continued to shine down on her as the Quidditch pitch disappeared and Hogwarts was whipped clean off the face of the earth. Glorious music filled my ears and the dazzling picture of—

"Oliver!"

Oops.

I stared at Katie hard for about three seconds, snapping out my reverie. "Yeah, what?"

"What were you doing?" she asked, confused, staring at sky and Quidditch pitch around us.

I followed her eyes, frowning, "Doing what? I—I mean weren't… you, I—"

"Nevermind," she said, looking disturbed.

"Well, what did I do? Sorry, I was kind of lost there," I said shakily. I prayed that she wouldn't notice that I was struggling to maintain my cover and I wasn't that good of a liar. Besides, I couldn't concentrate with her close to me. "I was thinking about Quidditch, sorry."

I tried not to look at her face but she wasn't dwelling on what had just happened.

"Oh, well, come on up front," she said, smiling again. "We're playing tag, Ollie, we want you to join in!"

I smiled at her, glad that she wanted to include me in their games. She had a devilish glint in her eye and she smirked, saying, "I'll race you…"

I didn't need to be told twice as we both took off at the same time. She had a slight lead but I was the better man. The wind was rushing my face and we both couldn't stop laughing as we stumbled our way to the group and the long journey up to the Great Hall. We whipped past our friends, enjoying the feeling of running together like old times.

I was laughing hard as I watched her get tangled up in her hair. I, in turn, kept stumbling on my robes. We giggled and were breathing heavy when I suddenly found myself sprawling on the cold ground. I felt another body on top of me and I knew that Katie, who had been behind me, hadn't missed my receding body. The breath was knocked out of me and a pounding reached my head before I heard a grunt and Katie rolled off of me. We lay there for a few seconds before we heard the hard, delightful laughter of our friends. They had come upon us and were cracking up, unable to contain their laughter.

"Ow," I heard Katie grumble from beside me, half of her body still being on top of me. I let a laugh escape me and she punched my shoulder, which had began to throb.

"Shite, Oliver," she mumbled. "Why the hell did you have to fall?"

I scoffed. "Language, Katherine," I reprimanded.

She slapped me. She hated being called that. I smiled and we got up to leave for the Great Hall, more than ready to eat. I walked the rest of the way with my team, all joking and laughing about random jokes that the twins told and their goofiness. They had decided to beat each other up and wrestle the whole way back. I'd have to say that I hadn't had a more memorable time before.

I met up with Alix before we entered the Entrance Hall, bidding my team farewell and reminding them that we had practice in the morning.

Harry would probably forget…

"Hey, how's it goin'?" I said. I wasn't sure if I was aloud to call her a pet name, like 'babe', because I really wanted to.

"Never better," she replied as we embraced. Or, well, hugged. Okay, so we crushed are bodies together.

What? I missed the girl… so I guess I should tell her.

"I missed you," I said quietly as I leaned against the stone wall, her in my arms.

I felt her sigh against me and I was glad that we were actually this comfortable together. "I did too, baby," she said.

What the… I was going to say that! I took this badly because I had been planning on using that name.

Oh, well. I could use it another time.

"How was practice," she murmured. I think she's going to sleep on me.

"Oh, hell as usual," I said, distraught. I felt her face leave my chest and I could feel her intense stare.

"I thought you loved practice," she said, astounded.

I shrugged. "I do, don't get me wrong," I said, holding her closer. "But I had to punish my team because they threw me in the lake the yesterday. And…"

I stopped and she stopped her giggling and frowned.

"And what? You can tell me," she assured.

I sighed. "Well, I suppose that they only consider me as their captain," I said quietly, not really wanting to look her in the eye. I did anyway and saw that she looked angry.

"You mean they don't like you as a friend?" she asked harshly. Her voice was cold.

I shrugged in agreement. "Oh, Oliver," she said, hugging me tighter and pulling her up to my chest. "Of course they do. They just don't like how hard you are on them in practice. You're a fun guy to be around and they like you too, I promise."

She was definitely assuring. I smiled. Not only because of what she said, but the feel of her body against mine was heaven. "Thanks, babe," I said, resting my forehead against hers.

Ha! I said it this time.

She smiled her beautiful dazzling smile that I couldn't tear my eyes away from. My gaze just sat there on her lips and I suddenly had the urge to kiss her. She stopped smiling and my heart tore a little. I wanted her to keep smiling. Frowning, I looked into her eyes and wondered why she had stopped smiling. Instead she was staring at my lips and I realized that I was the reason why she wasn't smiling.

Well, I better make her smile again.

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A/N: HAHAHAHA! I'm done. And I'm happy with this chapter. I hope you are too because I'm not going to worry about it right now, go watch some Conan O'Brien, and then enjoy the AVP Beach Volleyball at Huntington tomorrow! Weeee! Hope you like it. I know it's a bit long again but I had to add the ending! I just had to. I kind of promised I would, undirectly of course! "and a little more than he bargained for..." (from the top...) Enjoy! Muah!

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