Disclaimer: Why do I bother? You know I don't own it.

Author's Note. Thanks to Nic, who was the only review I've recieved since my unannounced, unimportant return from retirement. One reviews better than nothing. Thanks Nic.

Another Note: I checked the reviews today, and I saw I had TWO MORE REVIEWS! Wow, I love you all.

Fallen Angel of Darkness and Light - Besides the fact that your pen name is awesome, you also reviewed my first chapter, so I'm happy major cookies that you still remember my story after so long.

mysterious sadness - very emo name. I love it. As a matter of fact, I love complimenting people's names! Names are awesome. Anywhoo, thanks for saying my story is awesome. You're tens times as awesome! I say awesome way too much...

If you want your name here... review. You'll make me happy major cookies!


Chapter 5

After dinner, Oliver went straight to the dorm that him and Percy shared. Percy was already in bed, curtains drawn. This was very unlike Percy, who was usually up studying at least an hour after dinner.

"Percy?" Oliver asked, ruffling the curtains to show him he was there. He heard a huffing noise.

"So you're not going to talk to me now?" Oliver said.

"I'm not going to talk to you if all you're going to do is snap at me! I was trying to help! Don't take it out on me just because you're getting all cranky because of Flint!" Percy accused him, opening his bed curtains to glare at Oliver.

Oliver opened and closed his mouth a few times. He had nothing to say to that. Percy was right. "I'm sorry Perce," Oliver apologized finally.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have let it bother me, I knew you were upset," Percy waved it off. Oliver smiled. Percy could be the uptight type with a stick up his ass sometimes, but he could also be understanding. Sometimes.


"That's great, Angelina, but when you turn so sharply you risk losing grip of the Quaffle. Make your turns more smooth next time," Oliver shouted to the girl. He had to schedule all of Gryffindor's Quidditch practices later than usual to deal with his detention. This meant he went to class all day, then went straight to detention, then went to Quidditch practice, then after thinking of new Quidditch tactics in his room, he started on homework. He went to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, then woke up early to finish what homework he couldn't finish the night before. And the teachers were really piling it on, since it was their seventh year. Oliver got maybe 3 hours of sleep a night if he was lucky. Needless to say, he was pretty worn out after about four days of this.

"Well, hey, at least today is Friday," Percy tried to cheer Oliver up. Oliver ran his fingers through his hair. He had dark circles under his eyes that were struggling to stay open.

"Yeah," Oliver agreed. He looked back up at the Chasers running through one of the plays Oliver had literally spent months perfecting. He'd be up in the air with them, but to avoid falling asleep on his broom and falling to his death, he preferred to stay on the ground for tonight. Percy had come along to a practice. They had gotten alot closer since they made up the other night. (No, not that type of close, you pervs! Not yet anyway...)

Practice was coming to a close, when Oliver noticed Marcus on the other side of the field, watching the practice.

"Okay everyone, hit the showers, you did good. We'll practice again on Monday," Oliver told everyone. The players started back towards the locker room. Oliver turned to Percy. "You can go ahead up to the castle, I'll be done in a few minutes, I just have something I want to take care of," Oliver told him. Percy nodded and turned to leave. After the pitch was free of the Gryffindor team members and Percy, Oliver stormed over to Marcus.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Flint?" Oliver shouted to him when he got within a few yards.

"Nothing," Marcus tried to smile innocently and shrug. He just ended up looking more guilty.

"You bastard," Oliver spat.

"Yeah, you guys are really working hard," Marcus ignored him, just saying what he knew would annoy Oliver. "Of course, I bet it's pretty hard with all that detention."

"Shut up!" Oliver warned him.

"What are you gonna do Wood? Fight me?" Marcus laughed. Oliver glared at him. "Oh, I'm shaking."

"You know what, I'm not even going to let it bother me. Why the fuck should I get in even more trouble over you? You're nothing. Even if you did see all of our Quidditch plays, we'd still kick your ass," Oliver told him. Marcus looked a little bit shocked at Oliver's refusal to get upset, but he recovered in less than a second. He sneered and started towards the castle.

"Who said it was always about Quidditch?" Marcus whispered in Oliver's ear as he walked past.


Author's Note: There, you thought I was gonna wait another two years, didn't ya? Nah, I'm definitely going to finish this fic. Pinkie swear.