A/N: If anyone reads something that sounds familiar in this chapter, it's because I'm writing this chapter with the 3rd Harry Potter book on my desk as a guide. I don't remember what happened, so I've got to make it at least accurate enough to sooth my freakish qualities when it comes to accuracy.

Chapter Seven: Quidditch

The night before the big game was here. Bijou had gone to bed early, most likely waiting for Oliver to go to bed himself. Surely, she was in his room right now. Waiting... Stop thinking about that! Oliver scolded himself. He'd been tense all of Easter Holidays, he didn't even have the chance to enjoy Bijou's company. She'd just stopped being around him after a while. He needed to make it up to her. As soon as he figured out one more play that should win them the cup.

Twenty minutes later, he had decided on bed himself. "Team! Bed!" He yelled and waited for everyone, even Harry, to get into their dormitories.

As Fred and George passed by, they smiled and patted his shoulder, "You, too, Wood. We need you in one piece tomorrow." The twins laughed as they ascended the stairs.

That's when it hit him. What was waiting for him when he got to his dormitory? What was Bijou doing? In his bed... Damn it! Stop thinking about her like that! She's not like that you bloody git! Remember? Oliver reprimanded.

He got up to his dormitory and began getting his uniform out of his trunk; he laid it softly on top of his trunk, smiled, then moved to the side of his bed. He taking off his clothes, still thinking about Bijou. He cursed at himself, then got into his bed.

He was relieved, and disappointed, that Bijou wasn't going to sleep with him tonight. She'd always been with him. Ever since they'd made up anyway. As he lay down on his bed, comforted by the warmth, he felt a crunch beneath him. He sat up and picked up the crumpled note.

Dearest Oliver,

I figured my company wasn't for the best tonight. I hope you understand. I have, however, left you a little something I thought you might like.

Now, before you go searching for bits of lingerie, that's not what I left. I put a charm on your bed to be warm all night. To keep you relaxed and comfortable. Not too much, though, just enough to make sure you get a wonderful night's sleep, so you'll be ready for your match in the morning.

I'll come get you in the morning. A little kiss never hurt anything.

Goodnight,

Bijou

Oliver smiled. She was definitely the girl he wanted to marry.

Oliver woke up the next morning, fully rested, to the gentle yelling of... wait, that wasn't Bijou he was hearing, but Fred and George. "Wake up, mate! You'll be late! We don't want to start without you!" Oliver shot up. Had he over slept?

"Boys, leave." A soft, voice said. Oliver looked at the door. Bijou stood in the frame, wearing a bright red jumper. She pulled her sleeves down over her fingers and walked toward him.

"Yes, Ma'am," Fred said. He winked at Oliver and left.

"Bloody hell! I can't even wake up without being stressed," Oliver said.

"Honey," Bijou touched his shoulder lightly. He looked at her, smiling.

"Yea?"

"Everything will be fine! There is nothing to worry about! Besides, I'll still love you even if you lose. I promise!" Bijou said comfortingly. Oliver began putting on some clothes for breakfast.

At breakfast, Oliver ate, no inhaled, his food. Bijou watched amazed and disgusted at how much her fiancé could eat. She watched him as he ate plate after plate filled with food. She looked down the table at Angelina and Katie, they were staring at Fred and George, who were doing the same.

"Can I eat something?" Bijou laughed. Oliver looked at her, his mouth full of eggs. He pushed his plate toward her. "I was only kidding, I don't want any, thanks." She said quickly.

"This is it. This is what we've all been waiting for. This is the year we win the Quidditch Cup! Now, let's go out there and play our best! No one gives up, fight for that Quaffle! Don't let any Bludger touch our Chasers," Fred and George nodded, "And Harry, please catch that Snitch before Malfoy. This is my last year, please, make this a good one." Oliver said.

"Aw, he's gone all sentimental on us!" George mocked.

"No, George, he just wants to show off for his girlfriend. Looks very nice to have the illustrious Quidditch Cup. Especially to the new baby and wife and all," Fred laughed.

"Please, save it for the match. Make light of that," Oliver rolled his eyes.

They walked out onto the pitch. Everyone who was not in Slytherin were wearing scarlet shirts, hats, scarves; waving banners and flags wildly. This is it, he thought, this is the moment of truth.

Their names were called out, his last. He looked at the crowd, one girl, especially, was cheering rather loudly for him. He smiled, his girlfriend had come.

In the first ten minutes of the game, two penalty shots had been awarded. The score was twenty to zero and Wood had saved Flint from scoring his penalty shot. Bijou clapped and shouted as she watched Wood save several more attempts at a goal. Until... he didn't make it in time and Flint scored.

The Slytherins roared with their approval, the rest of the school, however, was upset. Bijou watched as the worst game she'd ever witnessed turned ugly. The Slytherins, bent on revenge, began pummeling, so to speak, the Gryffindor team. Bijou screamed for Oliver when she saw the two Bludgers soaring at him. They hit him directly in the stomach, he almost fell off his broom, he clutched it for dear life.

On the pitch, as Oliver tried to regain his breath, he searched the crowd for the one comforting face. Her auburn hair was barely visible, but her facial expression of fear could be seen for miles. Please for the love of Merlin, don't let me die now, Oliver pleaded. Luckily, Madame Hooch was beside herself, yelling at Bole and Derrick, and gave the Gryffindors a penalty.

Without notice, Harry had sped off at Malfoy. Malfoy, who freaked out and all but fell off his broom, grabbed hold of Harry's as he sped toward the Snitch. Another penalty was given. Another point scored.

Not much sooner, the score was 80 to 20, in favor of Gryffindor. Harry began diving toward the ground, he was after the Snitch, everyone knew it. Oliver's stomach was in his mouth (A/N: yes mouth, not throat). The whole stadium seemed to hold their breath, did he catch it?

The crowd roared with satisfaction and delight as Harry revealed the Snitch. Oliver's first thought was, Finally. Then sense came into him and he soared toward Harry. They'd done it. They'd won the cup!

Oliver felt Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie collide with them. The three girls shouting, 'We've won the Cup!' at the top of their lungs. Oliver smiled, they'd done it. After all those years and all of those near misses, they'd finally did it.

Without meaning to, he started sobbing. How unmanly like, Oliver thought. But his emotions wouldn't, couldn't, be suppressed. There was no way he wanted to hold back, they'd finally done it. The team had been hoisted up on the shoulders of the crowd, all cheering and smiling up at them.

The moment had finally come, Oliver looked at Dumbledore, unable to speak. Dumbledore handed Oliver the prized Quidditch Cup. The cold metal felt great in his hands, but he needed to share it, his team had done the impossible. They had pulled together and won! He handed it off, reluctantly, to Harry.

As the pitch emptied out, the Gryffindor team was still inside the locker rooms. They were changing, showering, all sorts of stuff teams do once they've won the Cup. Bijou, however, couldn't join in. She was no longer part of the team, sure she was dating and engaged to the captain. But that wouldn't get someone into the locker rooms. She had to wait outside the pitch. Wait for Oliver to emerge.

When he finally did, Bijou was the first to greet him. He dropped everything and swung her around, kissing her passionately. Nothing could compare to how he felt. Nothing could compare to the feeling of the cold metal on his skin. Except his girlfriend's warm skin on his. That was equally amazing to him.

"I'm so proud of you!" Bijou managed to say between the kisses he was showering her with.

"What did I do, love?" He asked, smiling.

"You won!" Bijou shouted as he began kissing her more.

Once the team had arrived in the common room, a party erupted. The Gryffindors all shouted and cheered their team. Smiling and laughing, applauding each and every person who had been in the game. Bijou stayed close to Oliver, he hadn't let her go since she'd greeted him outside the pitch. She was ok with it though. In fact, she enjoyed it.

Hesitantly, she left his side for a mere second to get a drink. Keeping watch on Fred and George, making sure they didn't spike it with anything.

"Which one haven't you two tampered with?" Bijou asked Fred.

"This one, I promise." George handed her a glass of Butterbeer.

"If you did something to it, I'll hex you both!" Bijou laughed. She trusted them, even though she shouldn't.

She turned to face where she'd left Oliver. At least five girls were feeling him up. All touching him places they shouldn't be touching him. He looked at her, his eyes apologizing.

"Excuse me ladies," he said loudly, "my girlfriend is waiting for me."

Bijou smiled as he walked toward her. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a gentle, but firm, kiss. Bijou felt the girls' eyeing her as they began snogging. She pitied them, she'd gotten the best looking guy in all the world!

The party lasted well into the night. No one wanted to sleep, at least not while a party raged in the common rooms. Percy hadn't even bothered to disrupt it. McGonagall had come by, to further congratulate the team, and remind everyone to get at least some sleep. The students had nodded, all in shock that she hadn't told them to get to bed.

The common room slowly began to empty out. Bijou had kept close to Oliver, making sure those girls didn't decide to sneak in on her man. She smiled when Oliver, finally, decided to go to bed, too. He grabbed her hand and led her to his dormitory.

It didn't make a difference to anyone whether they slept in the same bed or not. Oliver was sure some girls, like his ex-girlfriends who'd tried to ruin what he had with Bijou, would wind up in beds with guys they'd never really met before. Tonight, everyone, in a way, was encouraging him to sleep with Bijou. He didn't want those girl to come back. He just wanted the satisfaction of having his girl in bed with him, and not some other bloke.

Bijou obliged, too tired to argue about 'getting caught'. Oliver had reassured her that most girls had gone to bed with a guy as well. Only they'd probably done more than sleep. Once inside Oliver's dormitory, Bijou began taking off her shirt, revealing a thin tank top beneath it. She took off her jeans, not worrying about not having a pair of pajama bottoms with her. She was simply too tired to care, and Oliver liked it.

He watched as she slid her jeans down her thighs, revealing what looked like lacy scarlet panties and her gorgeous body beneath. He wasn't sure if it was from drinking, or from staying up so late. Oliver had taken off his shirt and tossed, more like threw, his pants on top of his trunk, he didn't bother to put them away. He just wanted the soft, gentle, loving touch of his girlfriend.

Bijou smiled as Oliver laid down beside her, pulling her to rest on him, feeling his bare flesh beneath her cheek. Those girls couldn't get to him now, he'd gone to bed with her, not them, her. She smiled as his slowing breath and heartbeat lulled her to sleep. She wrapped her arm around him, and then she, too, fell asleep.

A/N: Did I not tell you this would be longer than the others? But it is! Yay!! Please review! It would be absolutely wonderful if you would!!!!

I'm sorry if this chapter keeps getting replaced! I don't know what's happening. But here is the real chapter 7!