So basically, this is a companion to Priorities, this time in Oliver's POV. I decided to give this a shot because I just wasn't satisfied with ending it. I had so much stuff planned that I never got to write. So there may be parts that weren't in Priorities, because Izzy just skimmed over them in her inner monologue/narration. You don't have to have read Priorities for this to make sense, but it would help. I've recently done some edits to Priorities so that this story makes more sense. This includes formatting changes as well as minor plot changes. Oh, and each chapter will have a song at the beginning too.

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"I don't blame you for being you but you can't blame me for hating it." – A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch me by Fall Out Boy.

Chapter 1: Quidditch Practice and Glaring Girls

"Faster, Carter!" I yelled at her, raising an eyebrow as she gave me a death glare. Oh man, I am totally gonna drop dead from one of her glares.

Her body was drenched in sweat, her cheeks were pink and she was panting hard, like a dog. A female dog, obviously. She's a complete bitch.

"There! Happy, Wood?" she snarled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Her bronzy cheeks were bright pink, and from up close, I could see how exhausted she was. Good, she deserves it.

Firstly, because she is the newest Chaser on the team, and our next game is coming up really soon. Angelina and Katie have been Chasers on the team for four and three years respectively, and Izzy has only been on the team for a year.

Of course, training her to the brink of exhaustion has nothing to do with the fact that I dislike her at all.

"Very," I replied, stretching my legs out and standing up, as she started to cough and wheeze. I rolled my eyes. The girl should stop stuffing her face with chocolate and replace it with celery. Then, she wouldn't be so tired after the reasonable Quidditch training sessions. C'mon, two hundred laps of the pitch is cinch!

"You aren't fit enough," I said. "You shouldn't be so puffed."

An angry looked crossed her sweat drenched features, hazel eyes flashing dangerously. She jabbed me in the chest.

"Did you just call me fat?"

This is something that I hate about girls! They interpret and analyse every damn thing that a guy says!

"I never said that, Carter. Don't put words into my mouth."

"I'll put my fist into my mouth if you ain't careful!"

I smirked and stifled a chuckle. I'm six foot three, and she's five foot six at most. Now, I'm not meaning to sound sexist, but I could beat her in a fight. Not that I would ever hit a girl, even a cow like Izzy.

"I'm terrified."

A positively furious look crossed her features. "Fuck you."

I grabbed her wrist and stopped her from moving, as I had found the perfect opportunity to discomfort her. "Is that your subconscious speaking?"

For a moment, she looked adorably puzzled. Then her lips parted, as if she understood what I said. A little slow on the uptake, Izzy.

"In your dreams, Wood. Now, if you don't mind, I am going to go and have a shower."

I let her go, smirking to myself. Annoying Izzy is just so satisfying, but I don't exactly know why. I mean, I have never liked her. Even when we were kids, and she asked to sit on the Hogwarts Express with me. Maybe that's a little lie...

Well, she was younger than me and I thought that she was really cute. What do most twelve-year-old boys do when they have a crush on a girl?

They act like total dicks.

So naturally, I said no and told her to go away.

But when I realised that she was an angry, stubborn, rude cow with no personality or care in the world, I didn't like her anymore. In fact, I loathed her. She was just so careless with her life, and it really pissed me off. Izzy and her friends used to do the most ridiculous dares when they were thirteen. One of them was for Izzy to run in front of the Whomping Willow, and she almost got hit. When she had finished her dare, she ran around, saying that she dodged suicide. I hate when people joke about suicide, especially after Lily...

So, when Alicia quit the team and I had to find a replacement, I was understandably pissed to discover that Izzy was a bloody amazing Chaser. Of course, I didn't tell her that. I claimed that I only picked her because she was good in comparison to the rest of the hopeless players, but in actual fact, she outshone them all. But she's such a cow, and I don't think that she needs an ego boost. She always walks around, puffing her chest out and acting as if she's the queen bee. Annoying...

I watched Izzy walk out of the showers, and she saw me, putting her middle finger up at me. I smirked again and waved in a mocking manner, and I saw her eyes flare with anger. Just seeing her so angry makes me feel so...

I don't really know the word that I'm looking for.

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In the common room that night, about a dozen girls were surrounding and fawning over me.

Honestly, it pisses me off. Can't they see that I am not interested! They just like me because I'm apparently 'good looking' and I play Quidditch. Well, the Weasley twins are good-looking blokes, and they play Quidditch... seriously, it is so annoying. Mum said that I should try to take it with grace, which I try to do. Those girls are too thick to know when someone doesn't want to be messed with.

Hands down, I am the most popular person in Gryffindor. And that is not meaning to sound conceited or anything. Most of the Quidditch captains are the most popular in their year, anyway. I knew what I was signing up for.

One of the girls was running a hand done my chest, and whispering something into my ear.

"Can we go up to your dorms and have some fun?"

I'm not going to shag a random girl who I hardly know! When I was fourteen, Dad gave me a talk, after he caught me, you know...

Anyway, he said that sex is a responsibility; only shag someone whom you love, blah blah blah. I wasn't interested, but I took on what he said.

"Erm, I can't tonight," I muttered, trying not to sound rude. Better to take attention with grace than being an Izzy. She absolutely hates the attention that she receives. I hate seeing her get so much attention too, mainly from the males. It makes me want to beat them up, but Izzy would fulfil that urge for me.

I gazed at her for a moment. Her wild hair was even wilder than usual, and she was talking to Alicia Spinnet, a grin evident on her face, which is seriously rare. I decided that she looks prettier with a smile on her face. It brings out the green in her eyes. Woah... I'm now calling her pretty? Sure, she has a hot body, but everyone has noticed that. Well, I have...

I saw Alicia lock eyes with me, and she smirked and nudged Izzy. I looked away quickly, hoping that she didn't catch me staring at her.

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The next morning, Percy and I were the first people to wake up. He was taking an awful long time to comb his hair, and I noticed that he was using my hair gel. Oh, and don't ask about the hair gel. When I was younger, I had an obsession with Billie Joe from Green Day, and I tried to spike my hair like him. I don't do that anymore, but I kept the hair gel.

"What's the special occasion, Perce?"

He turned to face me, his cheeks turning the colour of his hair. I like Percy. Respect him. Although he can be a little bit strict and uptight, he's a good friend. He was the first person I told about Lily, so we can trust each other.

"Have you ever fancied someone, Oliver?"

I fought back a smile at his words. He made it sound like fancying someone was such a rare occurrence.

Sure, I have. I used to fancy this girl called Jennifer Collins, but that crush dispersed after a while. She's nice, but there is something peculiar about her.

Then there was Alicia Spinnet, when I was in fourth year. She's really quite beautiful: straight blonde hair, sapphire eyes and a cute smile. But she's really eccentric and can get on my nerves. So, as with most crushes, it faded after time.

Then there were the few celebrity crushes that I regret. Courtney Love, Kurt Cobain's wife, was one of them, as was Britney Spears. They didn't mean anything at all.

"Yeah," I replied casually, smiling in what I hoped was a reassuring way.

"Who?" he asked. I gave a non-committal shrug, as I felt something hit the side of my head. I turned around and saw Zach Addler, a boy in my dorms, smirking at me.

"He fancies Izzy Carter, Perce!"

My eyes darkened angrily. Zach is convinced that I like her, but I definitely don't.

"Sod off, Zach," I grumbled, throwing the item, which happened to be a sock, back at him.

"You do so!" he exclaimed. "You always have private Quidditch sessions with her, and you rant about her... what's not to love, Wood? She's hot!"

I had an urge to punch Zach in the face. I felt this stirring inside of me, a really angry feeling. I have a temper, but I know how to conceal and hide it. I'm what one would consider to be a 'passive aggressive' male.

"I train her because she's new on the team and she needs it. She is an annoying bitch and I hate her."

I realised how immature I sounded, but I really didn't care. I don't fancy her! All Izzy cares about is herself. Even if I did fancy her – which I don't – I wouldn't waste my time with someone who is the antithesis of loving. She doesn't have the capacity to love anyone, right?