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: All right, all right. I'm sick of this. I actually forgot to post this one. Hehe, I'm devious. Well, anyway… ew, I started school today. Kill me now… not really. So, I went through like ten drafts of this… well, more like two, and I like it ;D. Um… and ya!

Um. Okay, I don't feel like leaving an author's note but I will anyway. It'll be small. Here it is: READ AND REVIEW.

Uh, so, ya. This is like the… well that might give it away. Oh well, it's the kissing chapter and there is a lot of lovin' going on. Warning, the rating should probably go up for this chapter 'cause it gets a little heated. I had a lot fun writing this one. Okay, that sounds wrong. Lol! No, I'm not a perv like that… oh well. Although, I do think that the second 'scene' was a little difficult to write. Here, this is kind of just to lighten up Ollie for a little bit before he goes back to his business.

Thank you very very much! RnR!

She just stood there, looking beautiful, confused and dangerously wet as the rain increased.

And here I was, sexually frustrated, also confused and ready to beat my girlfriend to a pulp.

Oh… I was?

"Well?" I repeated. She didn't seem to get what I was talking about.

"Well, what?" she asked, talking a step back. "What are you talking about?"

I was furious. "You know exactly what the hell I'm talking about! You were making out with someone and it wasn't me!" I screamed out, my rage tripling. I wiped my face to get rid of the water but it didn't do anything. "Don't play stupid, Alix."

She was shocked beyond belief and I was sick of her tirade. "Made out?" she yelled back at me, outraged. The rain was further drenching our already drenched clothes and I made a mental reminder to remember this scene. It would probably be the only time that I would make out with this girl, or any one at that, in the rain. And she looked downright sexy.

"I haven't touched anyone except you, Oliver," she pleaded.

I looked into her eyes and I notice that she was scared.

What have I done?

"You mean," I said, gasping. "You mean you haven't… you haven't, at all? I'm sure, wait, you—"

"NO!" she returned. "I would never, Oliver. I like you—I like you a lot. And I still want to be with you, Ol."

My heart seemed to melt and a grin came to my face.

It was kind of like when you see a really cute kitten or something and your heart just melts…

You know?

"Well, I thought that you—I mean, someone told me that they saw you with someone else," I explained softly through the rain, feeling like a terrible jackass.

"What?" she asked, moving toward me slightly. "Who said that?"

I didn't really want to tell her because I knew that she'd want to go beat up the girl. "It's no one," I explained to her, moving back to her slowly, hoping that she'd accept me. Apparently, she did, because I found myself in her warm embrace merely seconds later. I felt refreshed that she hadn't hurt me.

"You can tell me, Ol," she reassured against my chest. "No secrets. I won't attack them or anything."

I chuckled and I felt her shiver with delight against me. That or she was freezing. I held on to her tighter, desperately wanting to kiss her again and make my knees turn to Jell-O. I kissed her forehead.

"It was someone from the team," I said, trying to make her stop worrying. "It doesn't mean anything and they probably just saw the wrong person."

That was believable, right?

"Oliver, you know you're a horrible liar," she said, laughing. I shook my head.

Damn. I thought I had her.

"I didn't know that I was that obvious," I said, smiling too, kissing the top of her head and holding her even tighter.

She looked away for a second before she asked me, "Was it Katie?"

My silence was good enough for an answer and she tried to pull me even closer while we stood in the rain. I sniffled a little bit and I noticed that her nose was fully pink. I touched it with my nose and hoped that she wouldn't be mad at Katie. Things between Katie and I were bad as it is.

"I swear I won't do anything, but I just want to know why she would want to hurt our relationship," she said, confused.

"She just made a mistake," I said, leaning down to kiss her nose.

"Okay," she whispered back, before her lips found their way to mine again and I returned it with the passion that was almost love instead of rage. I felt her terrific body press into mine as our lips crashed with a sensation and my tongue went into her mouth. Our arms roamed as they did mere a few minutes ago and it felt as if it had been days.

I smiled as she moaned against my lips and my hand slithered under her tight, wet top. I loved feeling her like this, wet and sexy and I knew that she was happy with me too. It was my turn to moan as her lips came to my neck and gentle massaged the tender skin there, reaching a desperate corner of my neck. My breathing was ragged and we were both struggling to maintain our control.

It went on for a few minutes after our lips had met again and I struggle to break away from her. It was hard because she was one of those people whom you could kiss for hours. We both smiled at each other and I let go of her slightly.

Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea.

"Let's go for a swim."

She smiled back at me.

I was a genius.

It was a mad dash, holding hands and laughing as we raced for the lake, which wasn't that far away. It was as if they were handing out free popsicles on a hot day and we wanted to be the first there. We skidding to a stop and began shedding out clothes, but I had a sudden idea and stopped Alix from going any further. She stared at me confused and opened her mouth to say something before I stopped her.

My lips were on her this instant and I knew that she must have felt a little insecure. Thankfully, no one was out there because what I was about to do would shock both of us beyond belief.

We got into the heat of things again and we both momentarily forgot our original plan. We broke away airily and I stared into her deep eyes. Slowly, my hands trailed down to the waistband of her jeans and gently unhooked the button. She chuckled and I was glad that she was enjoying this. The zipper went down and I slowly slid off jeans, which stuck to her limber legs like glue and she was giggling like mad as I followed them all the way down.

I couldn't wipe my silly grin of my face. She just stood there in her bra and underwear before I stood up and she slowly curled me out of my jumper and sexy (but drenched as well) wifebeater below that. I stood there, my muscles ripped as she caressed them and I was grinning. She slowly undid my pants and they slid off to reveal my beautiful red boxers that had little Quidditch players flying all over them (my favorite) she giggled.

Before she knew what was happening, I lifted her up off the ground and onto my shoulder and made my way toward the lake.

"Oliver!" she squealed. "Put me down this instant! I still want to pull your boxers down!"

I laughed openly and put her in my arms before marching several feet in the ice-cold water. Grinning once more at her I flung her into the lake and laughed. She emerged quite suddenly, her hair everywhere and glared at me before she stood up and dragged me in with her.

We swam around for a while enjoying the feel of being in ice cold water as the rain poured down. I chuckled as she rid my back and we generally cuddled and kissed in the water. Our lips met again and this time we couldn't control anything. Her hands immediately found my boxers and pulled them down as her hands caressed my legs. My head was going faint as she surfaced with my boxers and threw them on to the shore. I pressed against, causing her to moan and kissed her gentle shoulder, simultaneously unclasping the bra strap in the back. She smiled as her breasts pressed against me when it hit me.

I didn't love her…

I just wanted to have sex with her.

I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. Here I was with a hott girl whom I just thought she had been cheating on me and I only want her for a good lay. I felt sick but I knew that she wanted me. I was ashamed of myself and immediately wanted to get out. However, that wasn't in her plan. I soon found out that we were both completely naked and I knew what her plan had been the whole time.

"Is that what you want?" I asked, separating myself from her. "You just want to fuck me!"

"What!" she returned. "I thought you wanted it!"

"I do!" And trust me on this one. "But I'm a virgin, Alix! I'm saving myself for someone who I extremely care about."

Apparently, she hadn't known this little bit of information. "You're a virgin?" she asked bluntly. I felt a blush creep around my neck. "I'm sorry, Oliver… but, I thought that… well—"

"Don't," I stopped her. "I understand. This was my fault, okay? I miss led you and I understand that there is a rumor going around that I've slept with too many girls to count."

"Not even one?" she said, searching for her bra in the water.

I shook my head remorsefully.

Ah, crap.

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked hopefully and she looked me strangely but slowly she nodded her head. "I wouldn't do that to you, Oliver."

I smiled gratefully at her and I knew that I had hurt her. "Well, we can still be together," I told her, "and then, maybe, when I'm comfortable…"

She genuinely smiled this time. "I'd like that," she said, as she pulled her thong back on (a sexy white thong at that) and I recovered my boxers. "Can we still makeout?"

She looked slightly nervous and I laughed at her. "Most definitely," I said. "Can I ask you something?"

We both were on the shore by now with our undergarments on and I quickly made a spell to dry them off, even though the rain was still pouring. I got our clothes and cleaned them and dried them off as well and we slithered them back on. "Do you like like me? Or… what?"

She looked uneasy and after a moment of hesitation, explained to me, "No." I seriously felt my heart shatter, even though I wasn't sure why. I didn't even like her all that much and here I was about ready to commit to the most intimate thing two people can go through. "I… well, I was kind of wanting to be with Roger Davies."

A fire inside me erupted. It wasn't the fact that everyone loved Davies and that everyone wanted to be with him, and not even the fact that I had been used. Instead, it was the thought that Davies was stealing every girl from me that he possibly could and then rubbing it painfully in my face.

My voice didn't really want to work. "Why?"

"I thought that maybe, because you're friends with Katie, that you two would get together and… I don't know," she said, her head down. We had started making our way back to the castle and we were already drenched.

"I understand. We can still make them jealous, right?" I said, trying to lighten the mood and it worked.

"This is kind of messed up, huh?" she mused. "I mean, here we are, together and we both want to be with someone else who happened to be together."

I laughed. "Yes, we are stupid people."

"Well, I gotta go," she said awkwardly. "I'll see you around?"

"Yeah," I responded. I was almost depressed. "Wait, were you really messing around with someone?"

I truly wanted to know and I prayed to the heavens that I was wrong. However, I didn't trust her, suddenly, and I wanted to know the truth. Instead of telling it to me, she looked me dead in the eyes and said, "No, Oliver. I would never do that to you." And then she walked away, leaving me alone and depressed in the middle of the Entrance Hall.

I couldn't help but think about where she was going. Where was she going? I mean, does she study like every day or something.

This was getting a little suspicious, including the fact that she never really told me where she was going at all. You would think that she would at least make up a liable excuse, right? Determined, I set off after her.

I was going to spy on her.

(Dun, dun, du! Imagine scary music… now. You know, that old mystery kind with a narrator in the background.)

I had been walking for some time and I was barely keeping up with her. I had to stay behind long enough that she didn't see me, wait behind a corner and then peer around to see where she went. I concluded that she wasn't going to the Ravenclaw tower at all, but she kept walking. I was considering the Astronomy Tower or maybe even the Hospital Wing but all those ideas were shut down.

It had been about fifteen minutes and my legs were aching. I had had practice this morning and my body was worn out. Then, quite suddenly, she opened a door and made her way in. With a bang, it shut, leaving me in the silent hallway as the rain pounded on the windows. I quickly ran up to the door and tried to think of a spell that I could use to listen or look inside the room. My brain worked fast and I remember something that Percy had told me, which was perfect for spying. It was a spell that you could use that would allow you to see through a door or something but the people inside wouldn't see you.

Sweet.

For a second, there, it seemed too good to be true.

The spell was cast I was on my way.

The room was dark and for a second I couldn't find her. I noticed that she was not alone in the room and there was another male there too. I squinted but I couldn't make it out.

Damn, I didn't put my contacts in today.

However, I didn't need my contacts to realize what they were doing. They were drinking out of, which looked like, Muggle beer bottles and smoking something, most likely a fag or pot, seeing as the room was cloudy. I watched hazily as they set their drinks and smokes down and were talking.

My heart seemed to stop at what happened next.

I was too shocked to breath at all when I realized that I had led a big lie to all the one's I loved. I thought desperately of Katie and how I treated her horribly, only trying to get rid of the truth.

I had a feeling about this all.

I had trusted her.

The spell was gone like that and I suddenly felt worse than I had before. Without thinking, I sprinted down the corridor and to what I thought was the Gryffindor common room.

"Cherrydoplings!" I gasped out quickly and the door swung open. I ignored the blatant remarks of the portrait and prayed that no one would notice me. Unfortunately, they did, but it wasn't in the happiest way. Nearly the whole Gryffindor tower had decided on staying in the common room that night and I felt like an alien. They stared at me quickly but that was because, I noticed, I was soaking wet. I notice that the twins were beckoning me over to the team, but I declined, and broke eye contact with them.

I had some business to attend to.

I felt like breaking something, seeing as my own heart had been broken. I took the steps twos at a time and slammed the door shut.

I was pissed.

Percy was in there, but did I care?

No way in hell.

I didn't care if he was a Prefect or Head Boy or whatever the hell he told me, even if he got Professor McGonagall, I would just piss her off like nothing.

I made a bee-line toward my trunk, swung it open, and began digging through it, finally finding what I had been looking for.

It had been a late birthday present from Dreyus that I had received when I returned home this summer and only a quarter of it was gone. It was Allen's ginger flavored Brandy, something a relative of his had found on the East Coast. I've been told that it was one of the best out there.

But down to it, did it really matter?

Four shots went down with ease and I still didn't feel a thing. Taking a breathe, I took three more before my head started to feel a little lightheaded. That was the feeling that I was looking for as I downed a few more. Percy was started to become concerned as he ripped back the curtains to see that I was already half dressed with a large bottle of brandy and shot glass, drunk off my ass already and hanging off the bed.

"Fuck off, Percy!" I said dreamily. "I had something that I need to do and I know that your virgin mind can't handle!"

I was in a mixed faze. I was angry, dreamy and all around ready to beat someone's balls out all at the same time. The alcohol made me feel sad and happy at the same time. My voice made me sound as if I had been castrated and my words gave off the impression that I was on a woman's menstrual system.

"Wood," Percy said conceitedly, "why are you getting your ass drunk at a time like this?"

I snorted. "Because I feel like it," I retorted drunkenly. My head was hanging off my bed now, along with my arm and leg. I was slowly sliding down but I didn't notice it. "Do you want a glass, P-Perce? Perce, do ya? It's real good, Perce—"

"I'll have to pass up with good offer, Oliver," he said with a hint of annoyance.

I poured myself another too shots. "Oh, well that's really too bad," I offered, hiccoughing. "Because we could have been wasted together. Pfft, you suck, you tight-wad."

He scoffed at me and was turning to leave before I stopped him. "Hold up, pal," I said, swigging another shot. I was slurring dangerously by this time. "Could… can you—would you… could, could you do me a flavor—oh, ha ha, I said flavor instead of favor, did you catch that! Ha, flaaaaavor. I like that. It reminds me of food. Flavooooooor. And peanuts. N-not, not sure why, though. It's a bit fishy. I—"

"Wood."

I blinked several times because Percy's face had tripled and decided to take a ballet class, as it was spinning all around the room.

"Wha—" I said in my stupor.

"What did you want? Your favor?" he said, annoyed.

Pfft, the little boy had things to do. Stupid things. That are stupid… and time consuming, you stupid boy.

"Oh, yes," I continued, coming back to reality. "Would you mind finding a certain, dazzling Katie Bell… and bringing her up here—ya, to the room, whooooa! And maybe, you could tell her that… well, I'm terribly, terribly sorry and she was right. Yeah, she was right about it all."

I fell silent for a while and Percy probably thought that I was unconscience or something. Idiot, I'd have to have my eyes clothes.

Dur.

He looked around for a second. "Right about what, mate?" he asked gently.

His voice sounded as if someone had yelled as loudly as they could into a microphone at a concert and you were standing at the speaker.

Ow.

"Oh," I said frowning, knocking back another three shots. "About Alix. And tell her that she's beautiful and I… and I—I… er, I—"

Percy, ever the impatient one, yelled, "I, what!"

I squeaked. "I love her silly."

Then I was out.

What I didn't notice before I went unconscious was that the door had been open the whole time.

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A/N: I know in the beginning you were like, what's going on with KBOW? Where is it going? Come back! And then you were like, go Katie! Make his life hell! I can read you like a book. Well…

So, ya, I just read a story that was explicit and had a lot of swearing it in so I'm terribly sorry if I offended anyone… hA! Ya…

All right, ya, that was the worst writing I've ever done. Maybe. Actually, toward the end I liked it a lot better. But, whatever. I mean, sure I like the context kind of, but I don't like how I just told you what happened with nothing extra juicy. Did you like that? I'd seriously like to know because I didn't really.

Oh, yes, the twins did beat up Oliver.

My six beautiful reviewers are awesome and I will forever LOVE you:

Valterra: Gawd, did you have to rub it in? I bet everyone's like, 'look at that loser with only four people who like her.' You know what this means, right? You have to get more people on the bandwagon. Or else I'll have Oliver stay with Alix forever! And I won't update for a month! Ha!… can I see that 17-year-old Rosmerta? Lol! Jeez, that one's long.
Micahmouse: Good, she isn't really one of the favorite characters of the story. Yes the twins beat him up. That was confusing, huh. And I wish you had told me about Oliver blurting his feelings. That would have been a great idea, I agree. Darnit. Thanks!
Apathetically Interested: thanks a bunch!
Pokethepenguin01: Woo! Erm, glad you like it. And don't worry about your Alix counterpart. She shall be dealt with. Yes…
CatchyPenName: Working your way up, eh…ps great stories 8 better be up when I come back, go on AIM and read this. ;) Rar. Anywho…
Loving.wood and Rabis Sheep: is that a good go? Or a hurry up or I'm going to kill you go? … :D

Lates!
Emelie.