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… yet. Muahaha.

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: Uh, so, ya. Ta-da! Chapter 11! So soon, I know! I hope you like it. I think I will too. I was also thinking about this one story that I read (which is totally random and its title is beyond the point… in fact I don't even remember it, that's how beyond the point it is) and it was KBOW I think and they were discussing summers and the usual 'beach' and 'hotties at the beach' and 'even more hotties'… you get the picture, was discussed in it. And I was thinking: would they really go to the beach? I mean, honestly, I don't know whether or not they have beaches in Ireland or whatnot, but do they? And, like, are they sun tan, hot guy, beach volleyball, killer waves, surfs up, biking on the pier worthy? I know Cali is, baby, and I just got back from one of those glorious days, but that's beside the point. I was just wondering for anyone who is actually in Ireland, do you have beaches, say somewhere near Dublin? Or something… would you do that? I would really like feedback ;) Much thanks is appreciated.

But enough about me…

Oh, let's see. I was considering putting a clubbing scene in this story. I always found those rather interesting and I'm sure if I would be able to write a good one that isn't exactly R rated. Hmmm… if any of you have good examples (story-wise) be sure to hit me, dawg. But, other than that… I think I will, actually. Haha, don't get too happy. Not this chapter. Actually, this chappie is chalk full. Let's see…

SUMMARY: So Oliver and Professor Dumbledore sort out their deal in the least expected way, well, depending on which way was actually expected. You find out a little more about Ollie's little pumpkinhead that you actually knew. Thus, Oliver decides to go and have a little fun. But, this jam-packed day decides to take a turn on the wrong street and Oliver doesn't see it coming. Er, a teensy bit of PG-13 or whatever, but it's not too bad… I think. If it is, sorry, but trust me… it isn't. Enough said. Uuum… also, something else that I forgot. Oh, well, read the story and I'll probably remember by the end author's note. Haha. Muah! RnR!

Wait, I remembered. But still read at the bottom 'cause I don't feel like telling you here. Haha.

RnR!

He stood up in his chair and looked down at me strangely. "I'm sorry, Oliver, but I can't allow you to do that," he told me in a low voice. I copied the man and stared at him hard in the face.

What was he playing at? I was of age and I could do whatever the hell I wanted.

"Why not," I forced out gravelly.

Dumbledore sighed and I figured that his life might be a little bit hell-ish right now. But did I care?

That's what I thought.

"Mr. Wood, I will assure you that your mother is being extremely well taken care, and no offense to you, young sir, more than you will ever be able to," he told me. "And of course, money will always be an issue, especially with you, but I promise to you that that hospital bill will be fully covered and you will not have to worry about a cent."

I sort of froze there.

…

Um, what was he playing at? Does he think that I couldn't take care of my mother? Of course I bloody well can! I'm her fucking son! He has no right to do that, even pay for the bill.

"I can pay it, sir," I said, my rage flaring as I approached his desk. "I will not have a pity fund. I want to pay for my own mother's health!"

My nostrils were flaring and my eyes glared with an intensity that I never knew I possessed. "I appreciate your concern, but I will not leave me mother in a bleeding coma without anyone that she loves by her side! I'm dropping out, sir, and there isn't anything that you will be able to do to stop me, no matter how magically powerful you are."

I stared at the man, determined that I would love and care for my mother.

He returned my silence for a full minute but I didn't walk out, and I wasn't really sure why. I know that in my mind, I truly wanted to get away from the man keeping me from my mother and storm out on him this instant. But my heart was smarter than that and I knew that if I walked away from him, my whole life would go down the drain.

Sadly, I realized my fault.

I would never be able to win the Quidditch Cup I had dreamed of ever since my father told me his stories of winning it when I was five. I would never be able to finish school, let alone do the N.E.W.T.s, and I knew that once Puddlemere United found out that I was dropping out; they would certainly not look at an uneducated Keeper.

But foremost, I would never be able to see Katie again, or any of my friends at that. I would have to difficulty explain to my girlfriend of officially two days why I was dropping out of school and why it was definitely not her fault. I would have to tell my team of three years how I couldn't go through with the Quidditch that they knew I loved so much and cherished. And how would I explain to Katie? She's the only person that I really cared about and I knew that I'd be letting her down, just for what? Six months taking care of my mother?

Who knows, maybe I could pay Dreyus some visits and that wold surely lighten up the rest of my life?

I stood at the man as my fate rested on the line. I suppose that this realization came a few seconds too late and I was praying with my dear heart that the man would reject me, and, hell, even lock me up in a cage for the next six months. I know that I wanted to see my mother so bad, but I couldn't quit on the think I've loved forever.

I just couldn't quit at all.

I will never quit, because my father never did either.

He didn't say anything really. My heart was pounding as the blood rushed to my head. I could hear myself talking in my head but I wasn't really listening. Why wasn't he commanding me to stay at Hogwarts? He wasn't holding me back or blocking the exit? Didn't he know that I didn't really want to leave and that even if I was of age, I still wanted him to stop me?

Can't he read my bloody mind?

I sure was being stupid. I mean, why couldn't I just tell him that I was just kidding and yell, "Surprise! Gotcha!" Didn't he know a joke when he saw it?

I was plain getting sick of standing there. I wanted to know my answer (A/N: and I sure you do too…) and I wanted to know it.

Now.

So, I decided that instead of paying attention that I would think of the one thing that I love and will be missing once I leave this wonderful school forever.

Katie Bell.

She would have to be the most gorgeous thing I had ever scene. I believe that ever since I saw that fateful say three years ago that I was in love with her and I didn't know it. I mean, look at her! She had flowing golden hair that went down to her waist. She had sapphire eyes that drew you toward them and a smile so radiant that it hurt. Her body was perfect, a beautiful chest down to her slender, and goddess legs. She was athletic but slim at the same time and it turned me on whenever I looked at her. She knew how to have a good time and she knew how to laugh.

Oh, her laugh.

She was studious, she was glamorous, she was temperamental, she was patient, she was cautious, she was adventurous, she was athletic and, most of all, she was my best friend.

That is why I can't love her.

She's too good for me. I would die if I could be with her, but she had no idea of that. I mean, what if your best friend went up to you and declared their undying love for you, explaining that they've had fantasies of you and exploiting you through what they confide in you.

Well…

Not exactly, but it's kind of the same. Well, sure, some best friends do hook up, but not these two best friends! It's unheard of. And besides, she doesn't even like me like that.

Pfft, I'm a dumbass.

And that is why I have Alix. I suppose you can call her the perfect substitute because she is. She is everything that Katie is but not really. I mean, I need a girlfriend. I really do.

I'm not lying.

And personally, I think that she was the best thing that came to me. She was something to distract me from Quidditch, wanting to shag my best friend, my mother, Dreyus, wanting to shag my best friend, my income, N.E.W.T.s, wanting to shag my best friend, uh… Puddlemere United… did I mention wanting to shag my best friend?

But truly, I did care for her. Maybe a little too much than she was aware of, but that'll be our little secret, right?

…

"I will allow you to see her, Oliver," Dumbledore said kindly, breaking the silence and my extravagant thoughts.

Finally.

"See her?" I said dumbfounded. That really wasn't the thing I was looking at, but… "Well, of course I can. I will be able to see her everyday. Didn't I tell you? I'm leaving."

And that was my final answer. However, professor didn't look all too convince and let's face it, I was being downright stubborn.

He sighed again. "Well, if you truly want to leave, then you may," he said quietly. "I have no right to neither hold you back nor keep you from something you love. I just hope that you have thought this decision through and understand what you are really doing. I don't wish that you would leave, Oliver, but apparently you give me no choice but to say 'Goodbye, old friend.'"

…

…

Um.

All right, I was a little more than shocked.

"What?" I asked hollowly, staring at the man as if he'd gone bonkers. "You're just letting me leave? Just like that?"

"Well of course," he said shrugging slowly. "You are of age and I therefore have no control over you except as a pupil, well, ex-pupil. Enjoy adulthood, Oliver."

This was some kind of sick joke. Of course, it was some kind of sick joke that I pulled on myself.

"Wha—oh, well… um, wait," I stuttered out. Did he really want to get rid of me? "I—I'm… I don't really want to leave, Professor."

My head was down and I could feel my face flush with complete embarrassment. What? I'm a boy.

He looked thoughtful and immediately perked up. "Oh, really?"

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"Hey, sexy."

My arms wrapped around the beautiful thing that I called my girlfriend and hugged her tightly. I had missed her, even more so than usual, as I had been considering leaving only a few moments ago. And here I was, minding my own business down a random corridor when my girlfriend happened to appear.

Oh, perfect.

She jumped, startled at my arrival. She had had her back facing me and I hadn't let out my customary 'Woop!' of appreciate before I embraced her. As I stood back, she faced me and I noticed that she was a little shaky, looking from left to right as if expecting something bad to happen.

"What is it, babe?" I asked concerned, taking her more into my arms.

"Nothing, hun," she responded quietly, her head resting delicately against my toned chest.

My ass.

"You can tell me," I said, trying to warm her from invisible chills.

"Ol, it's nothing," she assured, trying to calm herself down. "I just get scared easily."

Her eyes didn't meet mine so truthfully and I wasn't convinced. However, I didn't have time to think about that as her lips found a way to mine and met them in a blissful kiss.

It had been a while since I had kissed her and it was like a homeless man taking to food. I craved it. I pressed my lips fiercely against hers and somehow her back had ended up against the ball. I placed one rough, Quidditch-worn hand on the wall behind her and the other at the waistband of her jeans, slowly creeping up her tank top. Her delicate hands found their way to my tousled hair and our lips crushed together with an ongoing passion.

Slowly, I snaked my tongue across her bottom lip tauntingly and she shakily opened up for me to explore her. It was like a New World being introduced and I welcomed it gratefully. I felt her tongue respond and we battled it out, relishing in the taste of each other's mouths.

My left hand had thus made its way up her top and was caressing her smooth back in delicate circles. My other hand left the wall behind her, not getting enough of the feel of her skin, and placed it at her neck as I gently held her head. I broke away from her bruised lips and breathed down her jawline to the top of her neck, suckling it teasingly. I nipped down her neck to the nape of it and I heard moan in delicate and I sucked at the cove in her skin. Her hands slid down my arms and quickly wrapped them around my body and under my sweatshirt, raising it up slowly.

Suddenly, as if an atomic bomb went off, we both broke away and stared at each other, breathing hard. I smiled at her, glad that we both could have something beautiful to distract each other.

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Ow, dammit. When will that couch ever move?

I sighed, making my way through the common room. I was in ecstasy. I had just made out with the girl of my dreams and the whole previous situation had been sorted out. That's right, I was staying at Hogwarts with my beautiful Alix. Dumbledore and I both agreed, indirectly of course, that I had been a dick and reacted a little too stupidly for my own good. We decided on my staying at Hogwarts and finishing my education, allowing my mother to stay in the hospital and the money somehow appearing in front of me to pay for it all. I figured that the money didn't matter as my mum was in good hands. (That's All-States stance. Are you in good hands?)

As I placed my foot on the first stair to the boys' dormitory, a voice stopped me, coming from the other side of the common room.

"Oliver, wait!" it was a girl's voice that I knew all too well and didn't feel like talking to. I had made a stop and then quickly made my way up to my dormitory, hoping desperately that the girl wouldn't follow me.

As soon as the door shut, I heard the desperately footsteps coming up the stairs and a quiet knock before the girl came bursting into my dormitory. I was dead lucky that I was the only guy in there otherwise my ass would have been plastered on the wall. I ignored her and went to get ready for bed.

Who the hell does she think she is?
"Oliver, stop it," she commanded me. "This is ridiculous."

I snorted. "Ridiculous my ass. What are you doing in the boy's dormitory?" I demanded hotly, whirling around and coming straight into the face of Katie Bell.

"I can do whatever the hell I want!" she retorted irately. "I just want to talk to you, Wood, and it's kind of really important!"

"Well, that's too bad, Bell, because I don't want to talk to you!" I returned, shouting at her.

"Oliver, I'm just looking out for you and I wanted to talk to you. Can't you even listen for one—"

"No!" I interrupted, heatedly. "Because I'm sick of the game you're playing, Katie. I know that you're just trying to irritate me by going out with Roger. I see through your lies!"

"Roger!" she yelled, astounded. "Is that what you're pissed about?"

"Hell yes!" I bellowed.

"For fuck's sake, Oliver, I actually care for you Oliver, unlike little miss prissy you're banging. Is that a sympathy fuck?" she said, haughty.

Before I knew it, my hand had reached her face and struck her, sending her back a few steps.

I was shocked, my eyes wide as I stared her brokenly, my hand frozen and stinging from the blow. She looked at me with hollow eyes and I knew that she was about to cry.

After a few seconds, she started to break down and she whispered at me brokenly, "Is this what we've come to? Fighting over each other's mates? Well, this sucks, Oliver… and I don't want to deal with it anymore." She gulped down a few tears. "I think we're done here, Oliver. Forever. I no longer consider you my friend, you bastard."

She hastily turned around and yanked the door open, only to reveal all my dorm mates standing with their ear pressed against what used to be the door. It was slightly an awkward moment before Katie turned around and decided to make it even more awkward.

"I was just trying to tell you that I saw your girlfriend fucking someone else."

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A/N: Ha! Bet you didn't see that coming! Now did you? Whatchu gonna do? Cliffie time! Wee! I'm so proud of myself, lol! Well, I like that chapter. See? His problems are solved. He's staying at Hogwarts and has a lil make-out session with his girlfriend. All's good, right? Haha. Punk. No, I just think it's kind of ironic because just when the gettin's good with his GF, everything blows up. What's gonna happen next?

And once I realized it, don't you think that Oliver shook of his Dumbledore dilemma a little too much? Hmm... that's a little fishy! I'll leave that one for imagination... until next chapter! Lol!

Right, so it was a little long, but you diserved it. And true, I just put out Chapter 10 and neither of them are even BETAed yet, but who cares? I go on muses and I feel like putting this one out because I'm proud of this... sucka.

Anyway, I might be giving you a couple treats but that won't happen until the next whenever chapters because I still need to fill the void. Um… a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Oh, ya, so you'll get a few Quidditch in there girlfriend/boyfriend time (this is for way upcoming chapters) and maybe something that I've been wanting to do for a long time ever since I saw a Family Guy episode. Hah! Like I'll have Oliver go on ecstasy just like Peter Griffin did, just for kicks. Lol! I had to tell you that. But next chapter's scene is a secret. I know exactly what I have in store for you and who knows? Maybe it will be a freaking seven pages long again. Whoop! Uh… ya. Next chappie will be good, so there.

And personally, I think this is the best chapter thus far (like plot wise) hee hee. Whoop!

I love you reviewers! Here you go:

Oliverlover: I have to say that without your review, I wouldn't have written the this chapter at the soonest possible time I could, like the next day and probably right after you posted your review. Lol. Thanks so much!
Valterra: Um… I actually think I spelled your name right, but, lol, whatev. Thanks for the Roger thing but I think I'm going to leave it how I did it because I don't really feel like changing my story and I like it this way. So unprofessional, I know.
Apathetically Interested: no worries! Thanks so much!
Micahmouse: Haha, glad you liked it. Wee!
Loving.wood.
Marauders-rock-my-socks.
Loving.wood: Oh, and P.S., I figured out my own question and I now understand who wrote what. Yeah, reading the author's notes might actually help. Haha.
Hovizi: as always!

RnR! Thanks! Muah!
Emelie.