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.

Disclaimer: The idea of the main characters parents were a creation of Hovizi and Oliver Wood, Katie Bell and all other Harry Potter characters and plots belong to J.K. Rowling and unfortunately… not me.

A/N: You know what my problem is? I just get so excited to post things, that I barely BETA them myself and send it to my BETAer as I'm posting it. So that when I go back on like five minutes later, I notice like ALL of my mistakes… -- I can't help it. I think it's just that I can read it easier on the internet, or something… But it's kinda weird. But whatever. I don't care. I just re-post it and you notice these little differences and don't make much of it and then continue you on with your life and the reading of my spectacular—that's if you read it TWICE through… or perhaps like three times, depending on how slow you are and the approximate time and date of my 'updation' or replacement, per se… and now I'm rambling…

Spanks a munch to HOVIZI! AHHHH! GLORIOUS! (btw, I'm listening to a really orchestry part of a song so it like goes great to announcing someone's name like that—like GLORIOUS! AHHHHH! … anyway) and to, um… CatchyPenName (haha, imagine saying that really fast… just once is fine)(… or not)(Ew! Bad song on… anyway) who is HELPING me out and UPDATING HER STORY (which I have to check soon… as in now) and I should REALLY stop rambling… it's bad for my heart… and these little dotty things are kind of annoying… and when did I get so hyper? Hmm… awkward!

And let me introduce to you… chapter 14. Enjoy! And that's it okay I love you bye. Muah…

Oh, Ali... this one's for you and your constant nagging. :D And btw, this is before you read it. Lol. I didn't feel like waiting until all of freaking Pittsburgh woke up. Ew. :D

"And… go."

And now was my turn to panic.

What? Go where? Where am I? What am I doing? Did I wash my other sock? Oh, god, it smells! Did Fred propose to Angelina already? Oh my god, they're making out! Ah! The world's collapsing! Ever—

"Oliver!"

An elegant, beautiful voice broke me from my thoughts and I found myself staring into the dazzling face of Miss Katie Bell. Oh, it was glorious and the rays seemed to light her through the darkness. The rest of the room seemed to fade away and nothing but Katie's dazzling, smiling face floated into my view. It was glorious and the clouds seemed to split and drizzle rainbow rain. The angels and mass choirs sang beautiful lyrics and they reached my delicate ears, as it was the only thing that I could hear. A soft breeze hit me and I felt my face break into a cool, relaxed smile.

Um… back to reality.

Oh…

I almost forgot that we were in a Gryffindor tower meeting. And I almost forgot that Professor McGonagall paired us up together. She's bloody insane. And I almost forgot that I still have a bloody hangover.

Almost…

And—

Oh, shit.

All of last night's events came rushing back at me like a tidal wave—a very large one at that.

Drunk. Piss drunk. Me! Alix. Katie slapping me. Rain. Swimming. Alix. Room, Smoking. Guy. Drunk. Guy. Alix. Room.

Kiss.

…

I suddenly felt extremely sick.

And my hangover wasn't helping at all.

And I felt like screaming. In fact, I almost did.

Almost…

"Oliver, we have to figure out the decorations for the ball," Katie told me, clearly annoyed.

My head snapped up.

"I'm doing decorations?" I said bewildered.

All right, this confirms it. McGonagall is off her rocker. Why would she assign a guy to do decorations?

"No… we are doing decorations," she said as she plopped down her small stack of books onto the table that she quickly claimed. I could swear that I heard her mutter "Weren't you paying attention at all." But I could be wrong.

"But—"

"Let's get started."

And that was settled.

For the next hour of my precious Saturday (hell, we should be practicing), I tried desperately to focus on Katie and the decoration plans… and the decoration plans. However, I could do none of that as my throbbing headache pounded me back to reality, oh and successfully blocked out Katie's droning. Instead, it helped me to further focus on Katie and why, exactly, I didn't really want to be sitting her with her, discussing something as petty as decorations when my whole life was about to blow up. And I would much rather have it blow up somewhere away from Katie, so then maybe I wouldn't be so embarrassed. Because it is her fault, you know.

I sighed, trying to think this through. The whole ordeal was fairly complicated and I hadn't a clue where to start. Well, my brain said as it kicked in, start with Alix. Ah, yes, Alix. Well, she sure is hott, gorgeous and positively the sweetest thing ever to exist. Let me tell ya. I would have stayed with her if only she hadn't lied to me. That's right—in your face, down right lied to me. My heart seemed smothered by this and not because of some non-existent feelings for the woman. I hated being lied to, when here I was, lying to everyone in sight.

Last night had been unbearable. Sure, spying wasn't the right thing to do but I had all the right reasons. It had been simple enough really and down to it, I don't think the spying mattered. I kept replaying the scene in my head. Alix was just standing there in the hazy room—with a man I can't make out—and they were drinking beer, smoking as they do so. They had moved closer until they finally kissed. And no, it wasn't a friendly kiss on the cheek, they were making out. I remember that she had wrapped her legs around his torso and she was lifted onto the table where they further the process and her shirt was remo—

No! I couldn't think of it no longer. To think that the only woman I cared about was making out with another man (and I prayed desperately that it was Roger Davies) broke my heart. But then again, I could always hate Alix and then everything would be hunky-dory.

I was honestly at a loss of what to do. Here I was, stuck with the love of my life, with a hangover and having to deal with the horror that was last night. It happened to be extremely awkward between us two. I noticed that we both tried to ignore the other and probably wish that they weren't there. It was like we were working together but not really. We barely acknowledged each other and I didn't even glance in her direction. I knew that I couldn't take the idea of looking at my Katie. She's caused me so much heartbreak this past week and half of it was my fault. I don't think that I could bear to know that my own girlfriend was with some other guy. And the mere fact that Katie was right about the whole ordeal. Oh, jeez.

I suddenly felt sick again.

"Red and gold? No, too Gryffindorish."

Was it just her and I?

Damn, I'm not good around girls.

A thought suddenly struck my brain. My weathered, beaten, all-out-prepared-to-punch-someone brain. It was as if a light bulb was turned on inside the hollowed cave we call me head. "How 'bout all four colors: red, yellow, blue and green. They can be banners. Maybe hanging from the walls… Everything else will be black accents, and table linens with gold ambient. Probably a touch of—what?"

I stopped.

Katie was staring at me. No, not just a glance, but full on gaping at me, eyes bulging and mouth mimicking a dainty little goldfish, whom I shall name Suzy.

I glanced around, making sure that Fred and George hadn't pranked me or anything.

"What?"

…

Did I do something wrong? Say something wrong?

"Katie? Uh… do I have a bogey on my face or some—?"

"OLIVER!"

I nearly pissed my pants as one of the Weasley twins randomly and unceremoniously decided to attack me and ram full-on top of me.

And thus, we may never know, to this year, what has bothered poor Katie Bell after I gave her some rather insightful information, which I do hope will be used sometime in the future.

"WOOD!"

And there's the other one.

"Oomf—" I was knocked back into my chair and I realized through the darkness that an extremely heavy weight was on top of me, followed by the muffled groaned mixed with random swearing. I came to the conclusion that I was currently squished beneath the two very full and very energetic Weasleys.

What's new?

"The hell?" I gasped as I shoved them off me.

"Ollie boy—"

"Do we have news—"

"—for you!"

I stared at them confused. Sure, they acted like this all the time, but this… this was different. Their faces were expectant and I could tell that this was big. They were nearly bouncing off the walls. Well, more so than normal.

"Oh man," started George. "We just heard from a certain…"

"Someone—" inserted Fred.

"That a certain…"

"Kat—AH!"

George screamed so suddenly, that I nearly pissed my pants again. Sheesh! They were staring at Katie wide-eyed and stiff as a board, speechless (something I thought I would never see from the twins—especially on a Saturday), as Katie returned so pale that I could almost see right through her.

"What?" I asked. This was slightly frustrating seeing as they attacked me for no reason.

"Oh!" said Fred, as if he just realized that I was there.

"Well, uh—"

"Nevermind!" Fred recovered.

"We just thought it was really funny," George said looking particularly nervous. "We just saw Percy and he looked a little flustered and we figured that he finally got himself a decent girl—other than that weird Clearwater chick. You know, we thought that he was just coming from—well—a little T.L.C. from the beau, or whatever—"

Wait… Perce? Flustered? Well, that wouldn't be because of Clearwater...

"This morning?" I asked. "I don't think that was why."

They looked at me confused. It looked as if they were trying to ignore Katie, who had presented them with a deadly glare that, if sent to me, would have sent me to hell and back... twice. I was utterly confused. I desperately wanted know what they were going to say and what would have made Katie look so mad.

What the hell was going on?

"Well, he was flustered last night when I got drunk—oh, shit!"

I realized my fault and my face immediately turned a beet red. It obviously wouldn't be a good idea to tell Fred and George that I had gotten piss drunk last night, especially in front of Katie Bell, the Katie Bell, one of the people who I got drunk over. I sadly submitted to my fate: that the whole school would know that I got wasted over a certain Katie Bell, thanks to the all knowing minds of the Weasley twins.

Oh, gawd.

My life seemed to collapse as Fred and George's eyes grew wide and they realized what I let slip. Katie seemed to overcome her complete anger with the twins and frowned at me and I knew that she was doing some fast thinking. I knew that my cover was blown and I couldn't stand it anymore.

I felt a sweat starting to creep up on my forehead and the room felt considerably smaller. My eyes seem to fade in and out and black spots were almost all that I could see. It was getting harder to breathe and my horrible claustrophobia was kicking in. I had to get out of this room. It felt as if the room was closing in on me and I was going to get locked inside a coffin. My hands gripped the armrests harder and my knuckled were turning white fast. I didn't notice the concerned looks that I was getting from the three people crowded around me or that they called me several times. I couldn't hear them. I had to get out of the room.

Why the hell am I so bleeding nervous?

"OLIVER!"

This was the last thing I heard as I flew out of the common room, despite the cries against it.

I sprinted down corridor after corridor, completely forgetting that that stupid ball was coming up,—what was it, a month?—and for some reason we had to take care of it, and I wanted nothing except to get outside into the fresh air.

I found myself outside in a matter of minutes but I didn't stop there. My breath wasn't as ragged as it was supposed to be. I suppose it was because I was so in shape. However, the stitch in my side said otherwise. I reached the Quidditch pitch, pleased and surprised to find it empty, and threw myself to the cool grass in the middle of it. I lay there, panting as I rolled over to relish in the feel of the hard sun and cool wind whipping at my hair.

This was how I liked my days. Rolling by with nothing to do and enjoying the feel of the wind beating up your flesh. I lay there and didn't move a muscle, save for my heavy breathing.

I don't know how long I stayed there, only to find myself heading back, away from the castle. I was walking along the main path toward where the edge of the forest meets the Hogwarts' gates. I just had to get away. I was staring fondly at the clouds as they sailed past me and was admiring the sound of the twittering of birds when a loud crunching entered my ears and beat against my mind. The dull throbbing shook me from my daze and there I saw three men in navy blue cloaks and robes marching towards me on the same path that I was on. I considered for a moment moving off of the path just as they passed me, but dodged that thought as they seemingly slowed down and came to a halt just in front of me.

I stared at them, puzzled.

"I recognize you as a Mr. Oliver Wood, correct?" the one in the middle said in a loud gruff voice. His hair had turned permanently gray and he had a length of stubble making its way along his chin. He had deep blue eyes that were surrounded by deep wrinkles and he looked as if he could have been an Auror that was holding many troubles inside of him. He was a broad man and stood himself tall. He had dark, tanned skinned and looked to be of some other ethnicity.

I looked around shakily.

What was going on?

I wondered that if I didn't answer them then they'd go away. But I realized as the man on the right took a small step forward that they were here to do business. And thankfully, they weren't Death Eaters.

"Er… yes, I am Oliver Wood," I told them, trying to build up my courage.

Er, no such luck.

The man on the left whispered something in the middleman's ear and a fleeting thought came across my mind: are they going to kidnap me? I had a minor panic attack there. I considered that running right now would give me a chance to save myself, but it was too late.

"We need to speak with you, sir, and your headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore, this instant," replied the man in the middle. "My name is Ronaldo Smethmine and we have urgent information concerning your home life."

What he said didn't really register in my mind. I sort of stared at him as he waited for me to make my move… and then it hit me.

Home life?

"Wait; is everything okay with my mother?" I blurted out, not really thinking.

So much had been going through my mind these past few weeks that I had almost completely forgotten everything from my mother to Nany and to my best mate Dreyus. Did I miss something?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wood," replied the man to Smethmine's left, "but we are not allowed to release this information right here. If you would kindly accompany us to Professor Dumbledore's office, then we can speak about it properly. And we are sure that he has been already contacted."

"He has?" I repeated dumbly.

It took a while before my body became un-numb and I directed them in the direction of the headmaster's office. Within no time, I found myself sitting in Dumbledore's cozy office in a plush armchair beside three Ministry officials, staring into the twinkling blue eyes of the old man himself.

It was silent for a while before Dumbledore broke the silence: "Ah, it's about time."

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A/N: So… yeah. I hate block schedule. Uuuummm… and my brother's a dork. Yeah, sorry—had to do some serious venting there. ;D. Um. And I'm suddenly very tired. Damn you, volleyball/weight lifting. Ug. Anywho…

Oh, and I just thought of some really good ideas for the rest of the story. Sorry, Oliver isn't as bad boy as I'd like him to be. Don't worry—I'll fix that. ;D

So… cliffhanger? Maybe? I don't know… I want to give you a sneak peak of the next chapter but I don't really have one yet, so… Ya. Just saying hey! RnR! Please!

Thanks so muuuuch reviewers! (Yes! All freaking SIX of you! Aha!)

CatchyPenName: Honest to God, I don't really know what to say here. Lol! Actually, no. Thanks for all your help with my story! I hope the revision thing works well with my new PP (wink!) and I know that you LOVE this chapter (and 15 and 16, but I honestly don't know why). So... um. You better update EVERY single one of your stories by tomorrow night after 6 or I will have your head :D And not all of it, either. You'll be like Nearly Headless Nick. Except... you'll still be alive but your head will be half off because your body didn't feel like actually dying. So, that sucks for you!
Micahmouse: Feels good, huh? All that's been crammed up inside of me for WEEKS! Lol, glad you like it! And didn't I post Chap 13 at like 12? -- haha! Glad to know that other people are crazy, maniacal insomniacs like myself. :D
Valterra: Yes! Six peeps—finally! Um, but we still need LOADS more. ;) and I'll hit you back if ever the need occurred. :D But, that's got to be like an ultimate record… probably not a good one, but… it's got to be a record—right? Haha, who knows what I'm going to do? And I wonder who it was? Hmm… you still don't find out, do you? Muahaha. And I still want to see BOTH of them drawings…
Pokethepenguin01: Haha! I was right! And who knows, maybe it was Katie, maybe it wasn't? I can't just blurt that out, now can I? Pssh. Oh, and don't worry—updating is first on my priority list, especially above getting a 4.0 and Physics homework. ;D.
TheRabisSheep: Jeez, Drew, you're a barrel of fun, eh? Haha, oh, and thanks for the 'hurry up or we're going to kill you' motivation—it sure helped. And I'm glad to know that my intoxicated character (or rather, Rowling's character) is based after a REAL LIFE PERSON! Wow! And I doubt that—you probably get piss drunk. Ha. I can read you like a book. Thanks!
Apathetically Interested: Hmm… those are pretty good ideas! I might steal them OO… unless I already have their fate planned… muahaha. Haha, I won't let you down—unexpected or not ;) Thanksamunch!

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