Disclaimer: This whole world belongs to Jo, I just like to play games with her characters.

Warning!: Just in case you didn't get it, this story is AU. Harry exists in it, but he ISN'T the Seeker, and he's basically known to the characters as the twins' little brothers mate. Awesome.

"Oi! Angelina! Your bum looks great today!" For the past half hour, Fred Weasley had been making such comments, and though normally Andy probably would just have laughed at him, today she was in the mood for something a little more violent.

Actually, Andy was a bit surprised that Angelina wasn't doing anything. Angelina--known to many as Angelina-of-the-Very-Bad-Temper--was simply running her laps, not paying any attention at all to how entirely piggish Fred was being. Andy was also surprised by Alicia, but she figured Alicia was too busy listening to her boyfriend praise her own butt to care very much.

Just as Andy was about to do something--perhaps a bat-bogey hex--Fred let out a surprised yelp. Angelina hadn't even paused, and she didn't look back when she said. "Oh look, it seems Fred's grown a bit. Might want to get your trousers refitted, prat."

"You did this, Angel?" asked Fred. "Merlin, woman, if that was supposed to scare me off it did not work. You are even more brilliant than I thought."

"Prat," muttered Angelina. Still, when Andy looked over, she had a stupid grin on her face.

"I don't even want to know," muttered a voice. Andy recognized it as her captain--read dictator--and absolute bloody worst enemy--read best mate--Oliver Bleeding Woods. "Alright, girls, that's enough for today!"

Angelina, Alicia, and Katie let out three identical sighs of relief. Andy, however did not stop. She wondered briefly how long it would take Oliver to notice. That thought, however, was quickly chased away by ow, ow, ow, bloody buggering hell I hate killers!

Oliver, it turned out, noticed quite quickly. "Oi, Carrins, you're done."

"No," Andy managed, "M'not. I still have two killers left to do."

"It's fine. Just come over here, we need to talk about our upcoming match against the 'Puffs." Oliver waved Andy over, but she didn't come. Oliver had ordered her to do four killers, and that meant she would do four killers.

"No. My captain ordered me to do four killers, and I've only done two. Therefore, it is only logical that I do two more," said Andy. She imagined Oliver had his Merlin Andy you are so bloody difficult why do I even put up with you maybe it's because I'm so charitable look on. Andy hated that look, but she loved pushing Oliver until he put it on.

"Well, Carrins, now your captain is ordering you to get your arse over here, so get over here."

"Not until I'm done," muttered Andy. Even as far away as Oliver was, Andy could hear him sigh.

"Merlin and Morgana, if you weren't such a bloody good Seeker you'd be off the team by now. Fine! But hurry!" Andy had to resist pumping her fists in jubilation. Mentally, she added a check to her scoreboard and gloated at Oliver's big ol' zero.

Finally, when Andy was done with her killers, she jogged over to where the rest of her team was. Fred was fidgeting, Angelina was snickering, and Alicia and George were holding hands. And Oliver was paying them not an ounce of attention, as he was going on about this brilliant new play he had.

Andy wasn't paying much attention--Oliver had said something about brooms perhaps?--and it was only when he was finished talking that she looked up.

It seemed the others had not paid Oliver any attention, either, as when he was done talking, Alicia and George dropped hands, Angelina put on her serious face, and Katie pretended that she hadn't just been checking out Fred's bum.

"Oh, you're absolutely correct," said Fred.

"It's a brilliant play," continued George.

"Best I've ever heard, even," agreed Angelina.

"Genius, maybe," said Katie.

"We'll definitely beat Hufflepuff with that play," said Alicia.

As Oliver stood there, preening, Andy had to bite back a laugh. She wasn't quite suicidal enough to make fun of Oliver while he was in Quidditch mode, she also didn't feel like she could play nice. So, she opted for her third choice: staying as bloody quiet as she could.

"So, now that we've got that all down," began Oliver, "I'm thinking practice is in order."

"Chasers, we'll start with you first. Get on your brooms, I'll be there in a minute." Angelina, Katie, and Alicia nodded to Oliver and started flying.

"Fred, George, you two practice a bit, I'll be with you after I finish with the girls." George got on his broom and lifted off, but Fred hesitated.

"I have…I have to wear these?" he whispered, gesturing down to his trousers. Oliver turned to Andy and smirked before answering.

"Is that a problem? Because I'd hate to have to ask Angelina why she shrunk your pants," said Oliver. Fred's eyes widened--he'd obviously read the new handbook--and he nodded quickly before getting on his broom and joining George.

"What should I do?" asked Andy. Oliver stared at her for a minute before shrugging.

"Dunno…maybe try seeking?"

"'Maybe try seeking'?" asked Andy. "What kind of advice is that, oh captain-y one?"

"Well, I don't know! Do whatever you seekers do, okay? Honestly, I don't care what you do as long as you win us the game." Oliver paused. "D'you think that's a bad thing?"

At the earnest look on Oliver's face, Andy couldn't help but laugh. "I think it's fine. I'll go "try seeking" and you can yell at the others." Andy leaned in conspiratorially. "Don't worry, I won't tell them that you want to win."

Oliver smirked at Andy before flying off towards the Chasers. Andy watched him for a moment, before flying off herself, intent on learning a feint her mum had tried to teach her that summer. It was difficult work, but by the time Quidditch practice was over, Andy had successfully learned the move.

So, she was feeling a bit happier than usual when she went into the changing room to dry off. She'd finished after the rest of the team, like usual, and most of the lights were dim when she got in. Andy stripped down to just her knickers and bra, and was about to move over to the shower area, when she heard giggling. It sounded like a girl, but not any of the ones on her Quidditch team, which meant one of the boys had brought a girl in. Since this was strictly against code--and against Alicia if it was George--Andy decided to go over to whoever it was and chew them out.

Normally, Andy didn't care very much whether the boys saw her in a bra, as it was just the twins and Oliver, but she hadn't been able to find a bra that morning, so she was wearing one of Angelina's lacy things, and it didn't cover much. So, Andy grabbed her shirt and, while holding it over her chest, she tiptoed towards the showers, where the giggling seemed to be coming from.

The first three stalls were empty, and for a second Andy thought she might have been imagining it--she was a bit mad, you see--when it came again, and this time the words, "Oh, Oliver!" came with it.

Feeling a bit like she was watching a train wreck that she couldn't take her eyes away from, Andy swiveled her head just left to find Oliver, pressing some bird up against the wall, and feasting on her mouth like his life depended on it. The bird was blonde, and Andy felt like she was a Hufflepuff, but she wasn't positive. Whatever house she was in, she was making these breathy noises, and she kept giggling, and suddenly Andy couldn't take it anymore. As quietly as she could, she made her way back to her clothes, pulled them on and, not caring how sweaty and smelly she probably was, she made her way up to the tower to get ready for classes.

Luckily, she didn't have any classes that day where she was partnered with Oliver, and she wouldn't have to try not to imagine the blonde bint's noises whenever he was around her.

Of course, Andy felt a bit of a squeeze in her chest region, but she explained it away at being upset that Oliver had deemed her worthy of knowing he had a new bird that he was snogging. Really, she reasoned, that was the only explanation. She was just upset that her best mate wasn't telling her things.

After all, what else would explain it?

Author's Note: First off, I would like to state that I suck. I honestly HATE when people leave stories hanging like that, and I'm ridiculously embarrassed for having done so. Because of that, I'll be posting two chapters today. The first is, obviously, this one, and the second should be up shortly. Again, sorry! I hope you can forgive me!

Please?