Ok, this chapter is really short, ends quick and is not one of the best of the story. That isn't really saying much considering this is the third chapter. alright well enjoy!
Chapter 3:
Wood was glad to be back home. Unfortunately Quidditch season was over. He really didn't know what he was supposed to be looking forward to. School was over, Quidditch was over. He was at a loss. He sighed as he fell back onto his couch.
Maybe he should call one of the boys? After all, he and Harry weren't official or anything. They never even went on a date, or even worse, they never even had sex!
Not that that mattered. Oliver wasn't one for relationships. He had relationships with girls, but those were usually for show.
Oh who was he kidding? He couldn't do that to Harry. Well what else was there to do? What did Hermione tell him to do? Oh that was a couple of days ago. Oh that's right. Write to Harry. Yeah, that's what he could do! He could write to Harry. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and sat back on his couch. He lay the parchment on the coffee table and began writing.
Dear Harry,
How have you been? Have you missed me yet? I'm sure. I've missed you. I keep remembering that night we almost got together, I remember the way your eyes gleamed, how you smelled, how you looked, wink wink, and I remember seeing Hermione watching us.
Oliver scribbled out that last part. No need for Harry to know.
Unfortunately I also remember having to leave. So listen, I'm sure I can get a room at the Three Broomsticks for that raincheck. Let me know next time you'll be at Hogsmeade. Ok? Well, I got to go. Take care! Love ya!
Again Oliver scribbled out the last line. He didn't love Harry and that was wrong to make Harry think he did. He decided not to sign it. In case any of his friends saw it. Oliver had a reputation to protect and he was still too new to let people lose attraction to him because he was a fairy. He rolled up the parchment.
"Hooters!" he called. A small brown owl swooped down from the ceiling and landed on his shoulder. Oliver tied the parchment to the owls leg. "Take this to Hogwarts. Give it to Harry Potter ok?" The owl hooted. "Good girl, now, off you go!" The owl flew off to her destination. When she was gone Oliver figured he should have made that letter longer. He decided to go out. He needed to see the town again. Maybe go to one of those, movies that Muggles were so fond of. According to Hermione they were very fun.
Oliver wondered when he would stop feeling bad for what he did to Hermione. When was she going to be out of his thoughts?
He was almost out of the door when a tawny owl swooped into his window. Oliver recognized it immediately as one of the school's owls. The owl stretched it's leg out waiting patiently for Oliver to remove the letter. Oliver did just that. He gave the owl a knut for its troubles, but at the disgusted look he received he figured an owl really has no need for money so gave it some bread instead. The owl flew off leaving a little "gift" behind.
"Oh fucking owl!" Oliver screamed. He fell back on the couch and unrolled the parchment. There were two letters. One was distinctively written by a woman, the other was clearly a man's handwriting. Oliver read the one from the man first.
Dearest Oliver,
Oliver rolled his eyes. He never thought Harry to be a hopeless romantic.
Dearest Oliver,
I miss you so much. I'm glad your ok. I heard you were home now. That's great. I'm at school. Angelina's very excited. She was made captain of the team. Great huh? And big news, Hogwarts is playing host to the Triwizard Tournament this year! It hasn't been held in years. Sounds exciting doesn't it? It was cancelled because of the rising death rate. Ron thinks it's the coolest thing ever, Hermione thinks it's 'totally barbaric'. I just laughed at her and agreed with Ron. So, I was thinking, when were we going to make that raincheck? My first trip to Hogsmeade is in November. We could rent a room at the Three Broomsticks if you want, or we go somewhere, more...exclusive. Well, you decide and let me know. XOXOXO!
Harry.
Oliver chuckled. Harry was an odd one that's for sure. He put his letter aside and began to read the second letter.
Oliver,
"Hi Hermione," he said aloud.
Oliver,
Well we are back at school, and I figured you'd be terribly bored, so I decided to write you and tell you to write Harry! It will give you something to do. I swear all he did on the train was talk about you. I almost strangled the boy! Well, Dumbledore told us something interesting. It seems that Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament. It hasn't been held in years due to the increasing death rate. Ron, being the immature twit that he is, thinks that that's 'bloody wicked.' Unfortunately you have to be of age to enter. The Weasley twins are already trying to find a way around that. Its amazing the number of boys trying to enter. I personally find the idea exciting and I doubt that Dumbledore will let anyone get hurt, but I doubt that Harry or Ron even listens to me anymore. They probably think I said it was 'totally barbaric.' Well I have to run. Talk to you later.
Hermione.
Oliver smiled. He was happy that Harry thought about him. And he found it funny that Hermione was ready to kill her best friend! He never thought that Hermione was that kind of girl.
He shrugged it off, and stood up. He had a mess to clean, and afterwards, he was going to check outthat movie.