Disclaimer: All but Andy are J.K.'s. This isn't gaining me any profit, so...pretty please don't sue?

The next day, when Andy made her way down to the dormitory after getting ready, she found Fred, George, and Oliver talking about something. Oliver looked pissed, and the twins both looked smug. Andy wondered what they had been talking about, but they soon distracted her by mocking her bed head (which, to be fair, was rather horrid) and after a while she didn't remember it at all.

At breakfast, Oliver sat next to Andy. He didn't talk though, and from what Andy could tell, he was watching the door. Probably waiting for his bird, Andy figured. That was a bit different from usual, seeing as how Oliver generally treated his girlfriends like they were only good for snogging—which truth be told, Andy wasn't sure was false about some of them.

When Bailey sauntered into the Great Hall, Oliver got to his feet. He didn't look happy, though, and Andy assumed they'd had a fight or something. Still, Bailey looked perfectly fine, and even smiled sweetly when she saw Oliver standing. When she got over to him, she placed a hand on his shoulder, and opened her mouth as if to say something.

Before she could, though, Oliver said, "We're over."

For a second, Bailey just stood there, mouth gaping open and closed, looking quite like a fish. Andy would have laughed if she weren't so surprised; Oliver's girls usually lasted at least a couple of days. Besides that, this chick was prettier than most. It was strange that she could last such a short time.

Even more surprising was that, when Bailey recovered, she launched herself at Andy. Oliver had to restrain her, and even then, Bailey still struggled. "It's because of her, isn't it? She's not even pretty! How could you leave me for her?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Bailey. Andy had nothing to do with this," said Oliver. Even though it was true, Andy was a bit stung. Why was it so ridiculous that she might have stolen Oliver from Bailey? When Andy caught herself thinking this, she immediately began chastising the stupid voice in her head. Obviously she wasn't upset that Oliver hadn't broken up with Bailey for her. "The reason I'm breaking up with you is because you are a hag."

Oliver glanced at the twins, who were grinning, and suddenly Andy remembered what she'd walked in on that morning. Obviously they'd been talking about this. Oliver continued. "I heard about what you said to Andy yesterday. My team is my family, and no one threatens my family and gets away with it." There was a pause where Bailey just stared vehemently at the twins, then Oliver spoke again. "We don't want you here; go back to your own table, and leave us alone."

With that, Oliver released Bailey, who promptly stalked off to the Slytherin table—not a Hufflepuff, then—and sat there, glaring, for the rest of breakfast. Her blue eyes were mere slits, and hadn't her mother told her that her face would stick like that if she kept it up?

Oliver sat down once Bailey was seated, giving a mere grin to the twins before eating his food as if nothing had even happened.

Then again, reflected Andy as she finished her toast, Oliver broke up with girls so often, that maybe for him it was like nothing had.

Later, in the common room, when Andy was writing a Charms essay, and Oliver was playing chess with George's little brother, Ron, he turned to her.

"You know, she was wrong," he said. Andy's face screwed up in confusion, and Oliver elaborated. "You're very pretty.

Then, he turned back to his game, and proceeded to lose spectacularly to the third year. It was rather funny, actually, and Andy laughed about it with Ron until Oliver began pouting. Then, after assuring Oliver that Ron had totally cheated, Andy went up to bed. The incident was a faint memory by morning, and it was a long time before Andy thought of it again.

It just didn't seem that important; Oliver was known to give compliments frequently and without notice as to who they were given to. Just the other day, he'd told a second year that she had a beautiful singing voice. The second year had blushed profusely and stammered something incoherent before rushing away.

So, really, Andy thought, it didn't mean much at all.

Two days later was a day that nearly every student in the school looked forward to. It was a Saturday, and this particular Saturday was a Hogsmeade Saturday.

Naturally, Angelina and Alicia were going with the twins—though Angelina swore vehemently that she didn't like Fred—and Katie was going with a Hufflepuff in her year. Andy herself was going with Malcolm Preece, a rather handsome Hufflepuff in her own year. He seemed nice enough, and when he asked her if she wanted to go with him, she didn't hesitate to say yes.

So, when she made her way to the common room that morning, Andy was in a particularly good mood. She stayed that way even when Katie pointed out that if she'd worn blue instead of green it would highlight her eyes better. She even stayed that way when Oliver reminded them that they would be meeting with him for an hour each.

Her mood, however, dissipated when Oliver showed them the schedule. Katie was to go first, at noon; Alicia was next at one; Angelina was third, at two; and Andy was--

"Wait, what? Oliver, you know that I'm supposed to be meeting Malcolm at three. You were with me when he asked me out!" said Andy. Oliver had an innocent expression on, but there was obvious amusement in his eyes, and Andy could feel her blood begin to boil.

"Was I? Funny, I don't remember that. Oh well, not to fret; I'm sure Preece will be able to meet earlier."

"You know he won't, you prat," hissed Andy. "He has Prefect duties until then."

"Hey now, don't get so upset. Surely you'll have a few hours after that? I mean, we don't have to be back until what? Eight? That leaves you with four hours still."

"Don't even pretend you didn't know that I had my Prefectular duties at six." Andy gritted her teeth and tried to restrain herself from hexing the obnoxious prat that she thought was her best friend. "Merlin, Oliver, it's like you don't want me to go on this date at all!"

Almost immediately, Oliver's eyes lost their humor. "Why wouldn't I want you to go on this date?"

Andy threw her hands up. "How should I know? How could anyone ever know what goes on in that utterly mad mind of yours?"

"I don't expect you to like it, Andromeda, but you are going to be there today, otherwise you're off this team. I don't care how good of a Seeker you are; I won't allow a slacker on my team."

"That's just the problem with you, isn't it? It's a team, Oliver; it isn't just about you," said Andy. Her heart was beating wildly out of control, and she knew she was too mad to be making decisions, but when she got like this all logic receded far into a dark corner of her brain. "And you know what? Damned if I'm going to be on a team that you captain."

"What are you saying?" Oliver looked confused now, and it was just enough for Andy to continue.

"I thought that would be perfectly obvious, Wood. If you're so ready to throw me off the team, then I'll save you the hassle," said Andy. For a second her eyes flickered to Alicia and Angelina who were sitting near her with horrified expressions on their faces, but even that couldn't stop her from saying the next two words.

Andy looked Oliver straight in the eye and growled out something she knew she'd be regretting come morning—or probably sooner.

"I quit."

Author's Note: Hullo! Fancy seeing you all here! Well, I'm just going to say the usual...I hope you like it, please review, I'll love you forever, yada yada yada.