"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: Because I feel like it…
P.S. I'm kinda pissed right now because we lost… TO VALENCIA! AHH! (grunt). (growl). (roar). So… yes. I was going to say something else but I don't really give a shit. I mean hell. I mean DAMMIT!
Onward with this… oh wait… I remember. Ugh, then I forgot. Oh yea. So, I'm pissed… (grrrrr) so if like, say, Oliver and Katie get together. I might break them up, kill one of them, bring them back to life, torture one of them, and so on. Because they're lives are a LITTLE too perfect.
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But that won't happen. Because I cooled down now. A little too gushy, romancy for what I prefer, but I don't want to give away too much. Enjoy!
The walk to the kitchen was a bit boring.
Alright, it was down right awkward. I could completely understand Katie's feelings right now. We had both come out of rather disgraceful relationships and immediately I, her best friend, turn around and ask her out. I try to put myself in that wretched position.
I would have kissed her right there.
But that's just me and it's a completely different situation.
We'll just ignore that.
We made the usual walk down there, the only difference being that it was silent and there was about three feet in between us. And I wanted to kick myself. Here I had gone and asked for a nice, completely platonic trip to the kitchens and gone and ruined it by making things stupid between us.
God dammit it.
It seemed to take forever to reach the kitchens. We had finally made it down to the Entrance Hall and I was afraid that she would be able to hear my heart beating. It was nerve racking.
As I made the automatic pattern of taking the pathway down to the kitchens, she stopped me.
I looked at her confused and mostly upset. I was hungry.
She looked a little uneasy and I was hoping desperately that she had made her decision. However, I shouldn't get my hopes up. Wringing her fingers, she looked up at me.
"Ollie," she said quietly. I made a move to know I was listening. "Can we go outside instead?"
I was stopped for a moment before my stomach rumbled quietly and I assured her we could.
The night air was refreshing. The moon was hidden by what looked to be storm clouds and the wind was picking up. It was a nice feeling to have and I was very glad to be out there. We made our way down to the cool grass and began a walk.
The silence was still there. However, it wasn't so noticeable as we were distracted by the weather that was occurring. Without warning, a felt a small droplet on my cheek. Katie must have noticed one too because we both stopped and looked up. I smiled briefly before I turned to her.
"Do you want to go in?" I offered.
I was hoping that she would reject it, but I wasn't going to be complain. She looked torn between her decision and then smiled. "No," she said simply, grinning.
With a glance, we both took off for the Quidditch pitch, which wasn't too far away. We reached in less than a minute and I unlocked the doors to the locker room with the key that Professor McGonagall had provided for me. It felt good to be home again. We both made the way to our lockers and we got out our brooms and the Quaffle that I owned. And then we got on the pitch.
Between the time we had gone inside, and the minute that it took to get our stuff, rain had decided to fall. Well, not fall exactly, but pummel the earth. It was shattering hard rain.
I sighed.
Katie beside me was laughing and I had decided to join her.
"So, I'm guessing you like the rain?" I said jokingly.
She snorted. "Well, if I said yes, then doing this would make that an understatement."
I laughed out loud. "You know, if the team finds out where we got our colds from, I'm dead meat. And a hypocrite."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't think they'll care that much, actually."
I stared at her surprised. "Why's that?"
She looked unconvinced. "Well," she started unsteadily, "they are kind of… well, never mind. Let's fly."
I wanted to badger her more about what she almost told me, but I had an idea of what it was. I didn't want to ruin the generally good moment. Well, the generally good, platonic, 'oops, I forgot you asked me out' moment. The rain made my face raw, and by the looks of her pink face, hers too. We were both loving it. I especially. As I stared at the pure thrill on her face, I was in ecstasy. Her face was so beautiful there that I just wanted to look at it forever. I didn't have that amount of time right now, because she was getting restless and I knew that her ass was ready to be whipped.
The Quaffle was released and I glared at her challenging. She flew around the posts, taunting me, tossing the Quaffle up and down. I shook my drenched hair. That woman. She was too damn beautiful for her own right.
She smiled and knew that she had gotten to my head, but I wouldn't let her. She began to streak more dangerously and swerved her way to me. It seemed to take forever. She faked at me, as I jerked, and she juked her way beside me. However, not once did the Quaffle soar anywhere at all. She was taking her precious time tormenting me with her body. It was wet and unfortunately, very beautiful. Her clothes were skin tight, as well as mine, and I knew that she was enjoying that. My jeans were drenched black and my already small Jimmy Eat World T-shirt was currently suctioned to me body. Her clothes, which were already skin tight, were fine just the way they were.
Her body was very flexible with one Quaffle in hand and on a broomstick. She wouldn't stop moving. Her hair, now in strings, waved back and forth at me as her hands grasped the broom tightly.
I needed to concentrate. Yet, it was impossible. But I was confused. Only minutes ago had I asked her to go out on a date with me, and here I am in the middle of a rain storm, playing Quidditch, or rather flying on brooms, with the same girl who was doing everything except playing Quidditch with me.
At least ten more minutes had gone by and she had done nothing but tempt me. I was weary and reading to strike my prey any moment. Until finally, something else happened.
She stopped directly in front of me. Our brooms were parallel but our bodies could not have been any closer. Our noses almost touched as she floated up to my eye level. I stared at her hard, not able to concentrate anything except her eyes and those luscious lips.
What was she doing?
She soar away from my face a good five inches and lifted the Quaffle up to my eye level, twirling it around on her fingers. Then slowly she lifted her arm and released the ball, letting is soar through the hoop directly behind me. I had raised my hand slightly as if to stop it. However, something stopped me and I realized that I wasn't suppose to stop it.
I stared her and prayed that wasn't going to go down at get it. I wanted her to stay with me here in the rain… playing Quidditch.
I decided to close that small gap of five or so inches and I could feel her heavy, hot breath on my cheek. I stared into her eyes, waiting for her acceptance, before one of my hands left my broom. I placed it on her cheek, rubbing her wet skin.
I blinked through some of the raindrops as I slowly leaned my face into hers. With excruciating slowness, my mouth almost painfully brushed against hers. I gasped slightly as our lips lingered on each other and I could tell that she was also restraining something. We were both breathing heavily during our millisecond separation before I went back in again. This time, however, I went in more forcefully and I pushed harder against her soft lips. It was as if fireworks were exploded as our lips met again. They were wet, longing and tasted of coconut. I licked them passionately as she slowly opened her mouth to mine and in return I kissed her passionately.
Then I realized that this is what we were all waiting for.
We broke away rather suddenly.
"I take it that's a yes?" I whispered, smirking.
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Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you'd read me like a book
But the pages are all torn and frayed
I'm okay
I'm okay
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay
(Trust me)
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True to my word, Katie and I both had colds the next day. It was clearly evident that night as I sniffled all the way back to my bed. The team wasn't particularly fond of it at first.
"Oliver, you're such an effing hypocrite!" came the famous words from a not so calm Angelina.
I grinned, knowing that she would say that. However, they indignant cries were settled when Katie and I left after practice the next day, after showing and such, holding hands. We had been just talking when we noticed that it was silent behind us. We turned to find the rest of our team staring at us, mouths agape and eyes wide as if we were ten feet tall kangaroos and had just grown antlers.
A celebration was held in our honor when we returned to the common room that night. I was very thankful that we had previously been with people from other houses because this party would have made everything extremely awkward. I couldn't resist the temptation of a few whiskey pints and shockingly neither did Katie. Our friends kept encouraging us to, you know, do the deed, until I finally snapped and punched Fred in the face, due to my intoxication.
Everyone just laughed.
As... Fred lay bleeding.
Katie and I, both overjoyed and relieved from the stress, chose to pass out on the couch after hours of dancing. Let's just say that it was a little bit more than fun.
The next morning, as I tried to ignore my pounding hangover, the news of our coupling got around the school rather fast.
It was just after breakfast. We were walking down to our double Potions with Slytherins (I never understood why we always got put together! I mean, it's not like we ever get along! Gawd! Slytherins should die!). I was laughing at something Katie had said (I don't really remember at this time.) and was admiring her laugh. It was so gracious and loving, like it had touched a million people and cured them from cancer.
As we continued to cough due to two terribly sore throats, I remember something that I should have remembered last night. However, that reminder came a little too late when I saw it tearing the hallway at highest speed a person in high-heels still walking could do.
Katie noticed it first and stopped. That's what confused me. When I turned I felt my blood turn cold and my heart raced. It wasn't as if I was afraid of her, but I could bet that Katie was and I personally was afraid for Katie's life. I had been dreading this encounter for a while now and hadn't really prepared for it.
A strangled scream came from that… massively disturbed, er, thing stampeding down the dungeon corridor and I had a bad feeling about this. However, my face didn't show it. In fact, I was pissed.
No one… I mean NO ONE had the right to interrupt my girlfriend and I at any time, especially while we were laughing, and especially if it was this girl, this certain girl who goes by the name of Alix Eddins.
Frowning, I stepped up to the frantic girl quickly approaching me and guarded Katie.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, OLIVER?" she yelled, spitting my name out as if it were venom. I could see a vein (is that two?) popping out on her forehead but my face didn't faze.
"What?" I replied calmly.
This girl had nothing against me.
"WHAT?" she shrieked. Holy crap, I think my eardrum just ruptured. "WHAT? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK?"
I looked startled. Well, of course I knew what she was talking about, but was I going to let her know that?
"Look, Alix, you're not making any sense," I tried to explain calmly.
A low growl emitted from her throat and I was a little bit intimidated. Not really. Actually, no, not at all. "This…" it was soft and meaningful and I knew that I had bent the rules enough.
"What?" I challenged. "I though we had broken off when that little rumor of you cheating behind my back, and Katie's, reached my ears!"
I was furious. That bitch had no right to come up to me.
"What!" she shrieked again, once more harming the other eardrum. "What the bloody hell are you—"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" I said viciously as I approached her plastic face.
Her eyes were wide. "I didn't cheat on you!"
"Like hell you didn't!" I screamed.
"With who?" she returned fiercely.
"Who the hell do you think?"
The steam was pouring out. "I… DIDN'T… CHEAT… ON… YOU, YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE!"
"HOW DARE YOU, YOU SON OF A—"
"ME! I'M NOT THE ONE ACCUSING YOU OF FUCKING CHEATING ON SOMEONE WHEN I'VE BEEN CLEAN THE WHOLE TIME! YOU'RE THE—"
"CLEAN? CLEAN! YOU CALL MESSING AROUND WITH MY GIRLFRIEND'S BOYFRIEND CLEAN?"
"Oh, so that's who—"
"Yeah, that's who. This conversation is over."
"Fine."
"Leave me alone, bitch."
We walked away.
I couldn't stand her.
I wanted to slaughter her.
What I didn't notice when I walked away was the look on her face, one that meant that I shouldn't have messed with her.
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A/N: Sorry. I didn't really like that one. The song was "I'm Not Okay (Trust me)" by MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE! AHHH! BECAUSE GERARD WAY IS SO FREAKING HOTT! Anyway… I just thought it fit with all the stress and everything. rar. It's kind of a foreshadowing but I'm not giving anything away. I don't know if anyone got it but I did... :D Uh-oh. What now? So ya. This was just because it was suppose to happen and… didn't really have a lot of personality. So, that's that. :D
And I know that the party was a little too mature for their just starting/blossoming relationship but that's who Oliver is. :D DEAL WITH IT! Er, I had to make this one long enough so sorry that Oliver and her relationship was already a lil messed up. That's just the way things are.
And I have much in store for you… :D AH! Lalalala, reviewers rock my volleyball socks:
Micahmouse: ... duh! hi! hee hee. I don't know what to say. Other than that "I LOVE YOU!" haha!
Pokethepenguin01: Yep. I know that I still ahven't cleared
up the confusing points but whatever. They'll come wheneve rI feel like
it. And all you're questions are answered in this chappie! YAY! No more
confusing for poor little you. So, yes. And... did Dreyus die? O.O
Hmm... and Alix would never do anything like that! Of course not! Bah!
Lol. :D
Apathetically Interested: Yeah, don't say that ever again. No
offense, but it is kind of another. Lol. Jk, jk. Duuuude. Anywho... um.
Ya. (?) And glad you liked it with Katie and Oliver, and yeah Roger's a
jerk, and blah, blah, blah... oh. And, maybe you should get that
checked out. Thinking you have friends isn't a good thing. And the
imaginary/fictional part doesn't really help. :D
coughcoughcrazycoughcough. Thanks!
Tifagirl: Yay! I'm excited! Thanks so much! I feel so honored
that you actually like my story! I mean, I try to make it interested.
:D :D :D Haha, that makes me happy. I'm sorry you have no life. Here,
now you can pretend that Oliver's is your life! CHAOS! AHH! But that's
okay, because chaos is fun. And this is a fictional story and most
likely, the chaos will turn into some romantic mushy ending. Of course,
unless I decided to make is more chaos and it will never end. Well,
then again, if I do that, then I'd have to write a sequel. :D I dunno.
(rolls eyes) You're choice! Thanks! Ha! (P.S. Ignore the weirdness and
random/useless babbling :D)
Valterra: IT'S NOT THE END OF THE STORY! ARE YOU CRAZY! Hah, I
just began! No, I just like the song and the title seemed to kinda fit
seeing as one relationship was ending, another beginning, etc. Don't
get mixed up... stop it! ANd you should have freaked out because of the
song! IT'S GREAT! IT'S AWESOME! IT'S HOOOOOOLY! Anyway... wow. These
author notes are a little random. And, um, procrastinatable, which
really isn't a word, but I made it up. What? You'd procrastinate badly
by writing horriblly, corny things on your author's note if you
were in physics too! BLEH! Insane, ha! I totally hear you. ANd yes,
predictable can BMB (translation: Bite My BUTT!). :D Laters...
Aycee: Well, yes. Thanks. I did. BUt he started it! Actually, he
cyber-kicked me because I said something... (looks around guiltily) and
then he said he'd come kick me, but like hell I'll take that
crap! And, so, I kicked him back :D. And I read that new chappie for
Unconditional. GLORIOUS! I loved it. It was seriously
super-brilliantly-awesomatically-great! Ja. It was sweet. glad you
liked the chappie. (batts eyelashes) it was for you (wink wink). LATA!
Wow, I'm word-hyper. Tee-hee!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeemelieeeeee
ahem.
Mli (that's my name without any E's)
EEE (that's only E's)
(and that's nothing)
Emelie (and that's me. :D)
LIE (and that's, okay I'll stop now :D)
Emelie. Blah.