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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: Happy? Here's 12. I succumbed to your bitter pleeding and prodding and all around bothering me for a full three days with a mere four reviews. Sigh.
I'm back! Yes, so I got bored and I've been trying to like wait before I posted again so that you'd come crawling to me, but I can't wait that long. Besides, it's only been… three days! Ah! I'm screwed. Ha, I'm gonna have like thirty chapters with like thirty reviews. Oh, well.
All right, new side to Oliver! I don't know how to explain it, but not everyone is completely sane after they just found out their GF cheated on them, right? Oh, and warning. He says the F-word a lot. :S Woops. Like the second PP too. He's changed a lot since Chap. 1. So. I'll warn you also that the detailing is a little sketchy and I skip around a lot. I'm trying to get to the point/plot and not blabber on. But don't worry, you get a little blabbering. Um, gets a little R again because, well, what do you expect? My writing has gotten a little more abstract and I suppose that I've gotten comfortable with it or something. I hope you still enjoy it. I think I'm posting so close together is that I know that I'm going to have to slow down/stop come kindom come and I have to do homework (gosh darnit) so whatev. Enjoy it while it lasts!
Summary: Oliver is still in shock but somehow Quidditch seems to tie all this together. Has he really gone psycho? Anyway, he becomes distracted before he runs into a little trouble that he didn't bargain for. And then the fateful confrontation... and how he deals it in exactly the wrong way that he planned.
My brain was officially broken. I wasn't really sure how I was suppose to handle the whole situation. I pretty much felt as if I had killed my mother just to be near the one girl I loved who had just rejected me forever and told me that the one girlfriend that I had counted on for a good kissing had gone to waste.
Ah, fuck.
My body didn't function properly and I am sure that I didn't get a wink of sleep. I was in a stupor and my dormmates dared not to wake me from it. The following morning I didn't eat. I just sat there on the beautiful Sunday that it was and stared at my food. I was alone. Of course, that might have been because I was the first one there and it was about six forty-five. Now that I think about it, there was no food yet. I was the only person in the Great Hall and I briefly wondered if Filch would handed out a detention for this.
That would go in the records.
This luxurious space of silence gave me a time to think away from the obnoxious snores from the people that are known as human. I seriously was lost. I had just lost my best friend, my girlfriend, my mother, my best mate was already gone and I felt as if Quidditch had even lost its touch… which reminded me that we should have practice today, even if it had not been planned.
My brain suddenly seemed to switch into the 'on' mode and flipped to the Quidditch page. I was becoming restless as I realized that generous time was being wasted on what? We could be playing Quidditch! I also must have realized that this was a good time to get all the things off my mind.
Like that fact that I was in love with Katie Bell.
…
I loved Katie Bell!
I nearly shouted that out loud but I figured that the invisible people in the Great Hall might consider me crazy.
Because there are invisible people, you know.
I suddenly raced back to the common room, an unexpected urge aching for a practice throbbed through my body and I raced up to the twin's dorm room. I stopped just shy of flinging open one of their curtains when I remembered that I needed to book the pitch. I made a mad dash for the window and saw that the pitch was empty. My brain worked fast as I tried to replay through my mind if anyone had booked the pitch today.
Um, duh?
Of course not! No one in their right-mind would practice on a Sunday!
I did a small jig, completely improvised, of course, and then made another mad dash back to one of the twin's four-poster bed. Ripping open the curtains, I saw the tousle of flaming hair poking out of the comforted and the usual mussing of bedding met my eyes.
I snickered.
I whipped out my wand and muttered a charm before water came squirting out of the tip, drenching the poor boy in his sleep.
"What the—"
"Up, Weasley twin," I said, ignoring his cries of indignation as he sat up, sputtering in his bed. He was eloquently adorned with nothing but his bright red Quidditch boxers (which had Beater bats hitting Bludgers all over them), which accented his butt-white skin perfectly.
Well, okay it was a little tan, but still deadly pale (kind of like Conan O'Brien...).
"WHA?" he made out. I ignored him. "I decided to call a practice. So, get up. NOW! Hurry!"
I decided to pull him up and pulled out a few things. Deciding that he needed to be woken up more, I doused him again thanks to my wand.
"So," I said, "er… George, get dressed now."
He made no complain as he did what I asked of him, as if he were robotic.
Half an hour later, I had somehow managed to wake up my whole team, including the girls, and we were all down in the common room ready to go.
Oh, boy, this will be fun.
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Practice went rather smoothly, I'd have to say, as I turned on the fawcette to scalding hot and let the water wash over me. It completed in distracting me from the troubles on my mind, like Bell and my girlfriend.
Ah, fuck.
I mean, ah, bleep!
Whatever.
My mind on instinct replayed the thoughts of the last night through my head without warning and I suddenly had an urge to chop it off. my head, that is. I had stubbornly rejected those thoughts because I was too immature and didn't feel like dealing with it. I'm sure that Alix was wondering where the hell I was but I didn't care. Hello? She fucking cheated on me! She was probably with the guy when I was talking to Dumbledore and had to do him in our favorite closet or something.
I scrubbed my armpit with the bar of soap.
I mean, am I that sexually horrible?
If she wanted to have sex, then she could have just said so, but I didn't know that she was that desperate. Do I turn her off or something? Or maybe she has a secret crush slash sexual fantasies on Roger Davies like I do on Katie, save for the sexual fantasies. That would be sweet. And then, you know, the world is perfect and Katie and Roger hate each other too. Then Katie and I could just hook up… right after she killed me.
I groaned, feeling my skin start to prickle as the hott water continued to wash over me. I had conveniently forgotten that Katie was currently on my bad side, we weren't friends any longer, and I had go and mess it up by fucking slapping her.
Just fucking great.
On impulse, I suddenly switch the water temperature to freezing cold, desperately hoping that it would help somehow.
And I scrubbed my armpit again for good measure.
Practice actually had been hell. Sure, it distracted me from wanting to shag both my best friend and my girlfriend at the same time, but it was almost as if Katie had been taunting me the whole time. We both had decided to play with an intensity to match and I was shocked when I saved every single ball, even the Bludger that came whizzing through.
That damn thing counts too.
Even when Katie threw as hard as she possibly could, I did everything within my power to block her. My aggression was incomparable but even the feel of a heavy workout and the sweat on my body wasn't enough, even though it felt great. Katie still weighed on my mind.
I angrily shut off the shower and stood there, praying that the locker room was empty. I had been handily avoiding my Quidditch team lately, seeing as no one had gotten off on the right foot with me, and I didn't feel like dealing with it.
I could hear the sounds of low rumbling and the open and closing of lockers and had to suppress a groan. I had no choice but to go out there and face my fate.
I was sopping wet and I liked it that way as I found the whole Quidditch team sitting on one bench, facing the showers, waiting for me to leave them. I was kind of shocked, I'd have to say, because I was completely naked save for a towel wrapped around my waist. I didn't really care all that much and tried to ignore them as I went to my locker to change.
"Oliver," came the quiet voice of Angelina. I ignored her as a t-shirt came over my head. That was when I suddenly noticed that Katie was not present.
Thank the heavens.
"Oliver, we need to talk," came the voice of none other than George Weasley.
"'Bout what?" I said casually. I slipped on a pair of boxers and jeans on under my towel. "There's nothing that we need to discuss."
End of story.
… I guess not.
"First off, yeah, we do," said Fred hastily. "And secondly, why the hell did you wake us up this morning at bleeding dawn?"
"You promised us the day off!" Alicia said, adding in her two cents worth.
"I did?" I said. I truly didn't remember that.
Harry snorted. "Yeah."
I rolled my eyes and got back to preening myself before I left.
"Just so you know, we're really pissed about that," Angelina said. "I was looking forward to a day where I can sleep in!"
Pfft. "You can sleep in all summer, Lina," I said thoughtfully. Ha, I was right.
"That's not the piont," Alicia muttered angrily.
"Then what is the—"
"Katie."
…
Damn them all.
Damn them all to hell and back again!
George beat me to it and I knew that I had been caught. They obviously knew that something was up and I desperately prayed that Katie hadn't told them.
"We aren't mad at you because of what happened like last week," said Fred. He was referring to my yelling at Angelina and the whole turn of events that followed. "And really, you are the one that should stay mad at us."
"But you won't," finished Alicia. Jeez, they were all alike.
I'll have to say that it was a little awkward for me at that point: the door was locked. "Er…"
"That's right, sit," commanded George. I inwardly flinched. I had used that tone with him this morning when I was PMSing. "We need to know what happened last night."
My eyes shifted guiltily and I'd die before I'd tell them.
Well…
I tried to quickly get out of the situation. "We don't need to talk about thi—"
"Yeah, we do," said Angelina quickly.
I decided that I better get it over with before the twins attack me or something like that. Besides, I had wanted someone to talk to, even if it happened to be Katie's best friends.
Ah, great.
"Well, it's kind of complicated," I started, "but I suppose that I have no choice. Damn. Well, let's see…"
And there I sat, explaining the whole story from top to bottom, including the part about me wanting to drop school. I briefed them on the 'make-out session with Alix' (that was the briefing) and went straight to the argument with Katie. It was a little hard to relive but I knew that I could count on the twins to comfort me through this… I think.
I went through it word for word fairly, offering both sides of the story, choking as I told them that I hit her and then was met with a silent audience for the finale.
"So you didn't just slap her for the hell of it?" asked Fred.
"Or just because she was going out with Roger?" George berated.
"Hell no!" I said astonished. "I didn't even want to slap her." And I was being honest. "Guys, what should I do?"
I was truly at a loss of what to do and I was in need of their aid. I couldn't very well talk to her and I was too scared to settle anything with Alix. I mean, hell, I was in love with Katie Bell, for goodness sakes! I stopped suddenly as I realized that I forgot to mention that part.
They started talking a little more but I didn't realize until too late that they were. And before I knew it, Fred and George had lunged at me and sent me tackling to the ground.
Fuck it.
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I finally emerged from the locker rooms after been kept at least a half an hour. Fred and George had their unfinished business officially finished and gave me the right of passage out of the room. I took it at a full sprint. Once I burst through the wooden doors, the tears came down and I found a safe spot among the bleachers to cry and pity myself.
I hated myself. I was glad to be alone that morning and I was about ready to fall asleep from exhaustion. I hadn't eaten breakfast or slept at all and my life was crumbling around me. I wasn't sure what to do because I still wanted to be best friends with Katie even though I wanted to love her at the same time. Then there was Alix. Sure, I did love being with her and she was a great girl, but she just wasn't the girl for me. I didn't even know how to deal with that. Do I just tell her it's off? I mean, I do need to know why she did it, and at least who... but I wasn't sure what I would say. I'm sure that I would deal with it later.
My brain shifted into overdrive and I suddenly stopped crying. What the…? Men don't cry.
What was my problem?
I got up shakily and wiped my tears from my cheeks and made my way back Hogwarts. I noticed the thunderclouds that loomed overhead and I prayed desperately that they wouldn't break before I got to safety.
My luck seemed to have run out this week.
Before I knew it, rain had come pouring down and I was drenched in less then five seconds. I was considering crying again because I could but didn't really feel like putting in the effort.
The body came up behind me and I guess the sound of the rain blocked out the footsteps.
"Oliver?"
The voice startled me and I jumped around, ready to knock out whatever smarmy bastard decided to sneak up on me this time.
It was Alix.
Oh…
"Erm, hey," I said uneasily as she came into my hug. It was killing me at this point to know that the girl that I was holding in my arms had been in the arms of another guy just hours ago. My mind thought to the fact that she could have been just with the guy only seconds ago. I had to find out, but that really wasn't what you would consider small talk with your newly found girlfriend.
She placed a delicate kiss on my lips as we embraced and something sparked within me. I suddenly didn't care whether she had fucked the whole British army and kissed her with all the passion in my heart. My head was throbbing as we pressed together and our lips crushed somewhere between us. My hands roamed her body and I felt hers somewhere lost in my hair. My hands had finally found their way to the hem of her shirt and were currently sliding up her wet body lazily. We were plastered together as the rain kept pouring, drenching every inch of our hormone-driven bodies. Her hands drove up my jumper and finger my nipples considerably and I was taking into account doing the same for her.
We lost all time and place as our mouths reacquainted with each other and our tongues enjoy it. I was sucking her lips with all the rage and angry that had possessed me and I wasn't taking into granted the fact that I might be hurting her. I didn't care or worry about it any longer as I heard her emit a moan as I bit her bottom lip, teasing it a bit and tugging on it.
Relinquishing her lips, I suckled her jawbone and trailed down her neck, making my mark on her fair skin. I soon reached the hot spot and her voice could no longer be contained. We were both on an emotional roller coaster and I wasn't able to stop.
And then suddenly, I did.
My hands were removed from her and I stepped a good two feet away from her. She was shocked beyond belief and her head was still tilted back from my kissing. We were both breathing heavily and the rain had decided to further our wetness and soak us even more.
I was pissed and I suddenly cared that someone else had been touching her.
"What else have you fucked, Alix?" I yelled brokenly through the rain. "What have you done to me?"
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Why have you forsaken me
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken, me oh
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
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A/N: There you have it. A little too much language for my liking but I figured that this is how a guy would act when he just had his heart broken. I don't know. Don't take it from me. Haha. Um… long… short? I'm not sure. It's like six-ish pages. A little shorter but good huh. Sorry, my secret wasn't for this chapter, but the next. I dunno. It just fit better there and I could jazz it up a little bit and you don't care as long as it's there. Oh, just want to apologize again for the language and extra kissing and stuff. I know some people just don't care but the story has changed considerably since the first chappie so this isn't really what you signed up for, now is it? But, whatev. Not much else to say.
Shoot, what's gonna happen? What will Alix say? And I think Oliver and Katie have officially screwed up, but unfortunately just when he found out that he was in love with her. Okay, ya, that would suck. Also, what about his mum? Is there something that is not being said here? He seems to be brushing it off... oh no... Well, I thought that this chapter was 'okay' not my best writing ever but I think that that's okay because it kind of has to fit with the fact that Oliver can't concentrate at all so you might think of the things are stupidly said. Well, that's your reason. He's kind of messed up right now so he isn't sure how to deal with it because he's never gone through it. Just to clarify. Can't you tell? He was crying for goodness sakes. That's just saying how much things suck at the moment and how he needs to get through it.
Oh, PS! That song was by System of a Down called "Chop Suey" one of the old favs. But, no stealage. It's all theirs! I promise! I was kind of depressed when I wrote this. Don't really know why though...
Just RnR and you'll have a least three more BIG surprises on the way for you. But that's only if you review… ;0 Like these people:
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like only a mere minutes after I updated. Yay! And that cliffhanger was
just... for... you! And I name it after you. (Oh, and PS its like one
here and I'm delirious and I finished this chapter like right after 11
and wanted to make you wait so I posted it the next day instead of at
the same time as 11 like I could have done... haha!). Um. ;0
Oliverlover: Yes, darnit, you have total control. I'm glad you love it so much! Bring a tissue!
Micahmouse: Ya, Oliver is pretty screwed. And I could never cheat on Oliver either, lol! Omg, he is so hott. Ah!
Apathetically Interested: Haha, I feel the same. Thanks!
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Emelie.