Notes: And we move into the fourth installment.

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Chapter Four: Overprotective Brothers and Celebrating

Skyler and Oliver stood in the doorway to his flat, wrapped up in each other for a few minutes. It wasn't until a middle-aged couple passed by the door that they realized they were, technically, still in public.

"Why don't you kiss me like that anymore?" the woman of the couple asked her husband as they passed by. Oliver and Skyler separated and watched the couple as they passed.

"I still kiss you like that," the husband was heard saying as they rounded the corner. "You just don't pay attention."

Skyler laughed a little before turning back to Oliver, looking up at him with a dazed sort of smile on her face.

"What made you come here?" Oliver asked with a smile on his face that wouldn't go away.

"Believe it or not, but my overprotective brother and Warrington," Skyler told him. "They spent all of dinner complaining that I wouldn't go talk to you. They told me to suck it up and tell you. After all, you had told me. I should have repaid the favor."

"Have to say, I'm glad you did," Oliver told her. She smiled and reached up to kiss him again. "Do you want to come in?" he asked after they separated. Skyler began to look uncomfortable.

"I don't know," she began.

"Not like that!" Oliver said, catching on to her concerns. "Trust me; I'd love to do that. But not right now, when we're both ready." Skyler smiled and put her hand in his.

"Alright, then," she said and allowed herself to be led into the flat.

It was three in the morning when Skyler entered the flat she shared with her brother. Alex was obviously still up, the TV was on and he was on the couch watching a movie. Chris was spread out on the loveseat, his attention bound by the movie they were watching. Alex looked up when Skyler entered the flat.

"Morning," he said to her.

"Morning," she responded before going into the kitchen. Alex watched as his sister took down a glass from a cupboard, opened the refrigerator and took out a jug of orange juice. She poured herself some and put the jug back into the fridge. She brought the glass with her when she came into the living room and sat down next to her brother on the couch.

"So… how'd it go?" Alex asked, nonchalantly. Chris pulled his attention away from the TV to look at Skyler.

"I'm not telling," she told them. She took a sip of orange juice to mask a grin that was waiting to burst forth.

"When's the wedding?" Alex asked.

"There will be no wedding!" Skyler said, as Chris paused the movie.

"He denied you?" Alex asked, completely confused. "I'm going to kill him!" Alex made a move to stand up and leave the flat when Skyler pulled his arm to make him sit back down.

"He didn't 'deny' me, as you so eloquently put," Skyler told him. Alex sat back down with a grin. Chris was also grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"So something did happen."

"He snogged you, didn't he?" Chris said. Skyler turned to look at the TV screen.

"What movie are you guys watching?" she asked. Alex and Chris looked at each other.

"Oh, no you don't!" Chris said. "We want answers."

"Alright! Fine," Skyler surrendered. "We kissed, we talked, we kissed some more, then he saw me back here before he left."

"You mean, Cap'n was here and didn't come in to say hello?" Chris asked. "Well, we know how he feels about us, don't we, Alex?"

"Seriously."

Skyler rolled her eyes at them. "He thought it would have been a little awkward with Alex. I think he might be a little scared of you."

"Excellent!" Alex responded. "I strike fear into the heart of the captain."

"Only because you're my brother," Skyler explained.

"Good enough for me."

"This'll make practice really interesting," Chris said.

"We want to keep it quiet," Skyler said, fixing Chris with a glare. "If word gets out, I'll kill you."

"What if I didn't do it?"

"I don't care," Skyler said. "What movie were you watching?"

"Terms of Endearment."

"Of course you were."

The following days were filled with practices that were long and tiring. Oliver wanted the team to stay in top shape as they were going into the finals for the League Cup. Oliver spared no expense in getting Puddlemere ready to face the Falmouth Falcons, again, for the chance at the Cup.

Oliver knew that he would be facing an England teammate and that James Hart, the rouge Beater, would know some of his strategy. There was also the fact that Hart had nearly killed his girlfriend… Skyler… last time the two teams had met. And there was the whole calling her a "Mudblood whore" thing as well, but Oliver wasn't worried. He had faith in his team and was impressed with how they had been handling the insane practices he was putting them through. He knew that having them run drills into the late hours of the night wasn't putting him in their good graces, but he knew that they'd be thrilled once they'd won the Cup. They would see that all the effort would not be in vain. It would all be worth it.

At least that's what he told himself while he was showering in the locker room after a particularly long practice. Most of the team had just left, preferring to shower at their homes, rather than wait around for the showers in the locker room. Oliver suspected that they just wanted to go home and go to sleep. He had heard Juliet and Lucinda complaining that they never saw their husbands all that much anymore. Then he heard them say that the sex had never been better though. That was when he tuned out of that conversation.

Oliver stepped to his locker, saw Skyler sitting on the bench reading, and watched her for a moment. She was reading To Kill A Mockingbird, one of the best books in the world, she had told him. He was supposed to read it, when she was done with it, of course. She also had told him that he should feel special that she was letting him borrow her copy. She usually never let that thing out of her sight. Oliver smiled as he watched her. Not because he enjoyed watching her, oh he did. But it was partly because he was allowed to watch her. She looked up from her book at him and smiled shyly.

"What?" she asked. Oliver smiled and shook his head.

"Nothing," he said before turning to open his locker. "Just watching you. You frown when you read."

"No, I don't," she said.

"Yeah, you do," he told her, slipping on his jeans. He turned to face her and saw that she was watching him. She turned red and brought her gaze back down to her book. Oliver grinned.

"Were you watching me?" he asked, watching her face turn redder by the second.

"No?" she spoke. He chuckled and took the book away from her face.

"You're going to get print all over your face," he told her. She looked up at him, a little of the red leaving her face.

"I'm a witch. I'll magic it off," she told him before making a face and sticking her tongue out at him.

"Aren't we mature today," Oliver observed. He turned back to his locker and tossed Skyler's book into his locker after grabbing his t-shirt. Then he felt a very feminine body press up against his back. Skyler's arms went around his shoulders from behind as she stood up on her toes to whisper in his ear.

"I'll show you how mature I can be," she said in his ear before biting his earlobe. Oliver was only vaguely aware of one of her arms moving away from his body as he felt shivers go down his spine. Then she was gone. He turned around and saw her sitting on the bench, reading again, smiling slightly.

"Okay, that's not fair," he told her.

"What's not fair?" she asked innocently. "I've just been reading." Oliver swallowed as he saw the grin she sent him. He put on his t-shirt and slipped on his shoes. When Skyler wasn't paying attention, he grabbed her arm, pulled her close to him and Disapparated them.

They appeared in Oliver's flat a few seconds later. Oliver gently pried the book from Skyler's hands and placed it on the kitchen table. He quickly covered her mouth with his before she could protest and walked them in the direction of his bedroom. Skyler had other plans. She took control of the moving and maneuvered Oliver until he was pressed up against a wall of his living room, the wall right outside of his bedroom. She never broke their connection. Oliver moaned as he hit the wall and was pushed against it by his insistent companion. He felt her hands burn as they slid slowly up his stomach and chest before they settled on his shoulders. His hands danced up and down her sides, one coming to settle on her upper back while the other stopped on her lower back, anything to bring her closer to him. They were hip to hip, chest to chest, and mouth to mouth for a few moments before Skyler pulled away.

Both were panting heavily as Oliver pressed their foreheads together.

"That was something," he managed to say some few moments later. He felt Skyler grin.

"Yeah it was," Skyler said. "I was watching you during practice today."

"Yeah?"

"Mmmhmm."

"What'd you think?"

"Brilliant," was the response before Skyler kissed Oliver again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, witches and wizards, welcome to the Quidditch League Cup! We are joined by the esteemed teams of Puddlemere United and the Falmouth Falcons in an unprecedented rematch! Today Puddlemere, captained by Oliver Wood, will get the chance to prove themselves once more against the tough team of Falcons," the Quidditch commentator was announcing to the stands full of eager fans. "What everyone can't wait to see is how the members of the English National team will treat each other during the game. Surely Wood, the captain for the English team, doesn't want any injuries that could hurt the team's chances of winning the World Cup. But we all know that he'll do anything when it comes to winning the League Cup!"

In the locker room, Oliver was pacing in front of his assembled team. The team members were watching his every move, their eyes following him around the room.

"You all know how important this game is today," he was saying to them. "I can't emphasize that enough. Falmouth plays tough as we know. Be careful out there. I know you can match them in strength and speed but they're bigger than us. Don't try anything stupid, anything that can get you killed. Play hard, fly straight, and stand together."

The team watched their captain with their hearts in their eyes. They knew how much this meant to him and had seen him look at Skyler when he was talking about how tough Falmouth was.

"We deserve this," he continued. "We're the best ruddy team out there. Don't let them take that from you. Play like we're the best and we will be. You'll be great. I know you will be."

He stopped pacing and looked at every single one of them. Juliet, Lucinda, and even Skyler, had tears in their eyes as he finished his speech.

"Group hug!" Chris announced before going up to Oliver and hugging him tightly. The rest of the team laughed and soon joined them. The team exchanged words of encouragement and luck as they stayed in the tight hug.

"United on three?" Harry suggested. The team smiled and nodded, breaking up to form a circle, each with a hand in the middle.

"One, two, three!" they chanted. "United!" They split up and headed to the doors leading to the pitch. Oliver pulled Skyler back for a minute, taking her into a hug.

"Good luck out there," he said into her hair.

"You too, Cap'n," she said with a smile, reserved just for him. He smiled down at her and they walked to the rest of the team.

"Here are the Falcons! Cromwell, Hart, Kensington, Mendoza, O'Hare, Tamblyn… and Simpson!"

The Falcons team flew out of their side of the stands to some cheers from the crowd. They flew around the pitch as the doors hiding the Puddlemere team burst open.

"And now, Puddlemere! McCarthy, Reynolds, Reynolds, Schmor, Warrington, Wood… and Potter!"

The team flew out into the stadium and shot off around the stands, Skyler and Alex were waving their bats around to get the crowd pumped up and into the game. Puddlemere received a lot more cheers than the Falcons. Once everyone had taken their positions in the air, the referee kicked open the equipment box and grabbed the Quaffle.

"And the game begins! Warrington comes up with the Quaffle easily. He passes to Schmor. Warrington, McCarthy, Schmor, McCarthy scores!"

The Puddlemere team relaxed a little, having scored easily on Tamblyn.

The next few hours of the game were brutal, to say the least. The Falcons seemed to have forgotten that four of the Puddlemere team members needed to be able to play the next week in the opening game of the World Cup series against France. Or maybe they remembered a little too well. While the Chasers took most of the beating, the Beaters weren't afraid to get involved in a little bodily contact.

Skyler hit a Bludger toward Falcons Chaser and Captain, Kensington while Alex body checked him into the direction of the Bludger. Kensington was hit by both and his body and pride were smarting for the rest of the game. Oliver was able to make some spectacular saves with the help of his reckless teammates. He had almost been sent into a panic when he saw Skyler and Chris physically blocking Mendoza and Kensington on their way to the goals. When Kensington called a time out after that last hit, Oliver knew he was going to have some words with his team, and some of them weren't going to be happy about it.

"What are you guys doing out there?" he asked in an exasperated voice, looking pointedly at Alex, Chris and Skyler.

"Getting the job done, Cap'n," Chris told him. "Don't get your knickers in a twist. We're being careful."

"Just don't do anything stupid," he told them.

"We won't," Skyler reassured him. "We want to be able to play for England just as much as you do." Oliver nodded and grabbed a swig of water before following his team into the air.

Right off the bat, Chris and Juliet were able to steal back the Quaffle and put it through one of the hoops to score another ten points. Alex and Skyler were able to help out the Chasers when they distracted Cromwell and Hart for a few seconds, sending Bludgers flying in their direction… from behind.

Both teams were bruised and beaten when the commentator shrieked into the air.

"Potter and Simpson have seen the Snitch!" Skyler and Alex looked at their diving Seeker and saw him nose to nose with Simpson. They shot after the Seekers, causing Cromwell and Hart to follow them. But they were too late. As Alex guarded Harry, Skyler took the opportunity to knock Simpson out of the way from beneath him. Three feet from the ground Harry caught the Snitch and toppled onto the ground, broom in one hand and the Snitch clutched in his raised hand. The stadium exploded around them.

Skyler and Alex hit the ground running. They jumped all over Harry, Skyler kissing him on the cheek as she hugged him. Chris, Juliet and Lucinda joined them soon after. Oliver, basking in the moment of his celebrating team, took his time landing to the ground. He walked slowly over to his team, stopping to shake hands with Kensington.

Skyler watched as her captain shook hands with the Falmouth captain. Once Kensington had moved on, Skyler broke out into a sprint across the field to Oliver. He grinned as he saw her running toward him, a very happy expression on her face. She jumped on him when he was near enough and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her in place, laughing with her the entire way. The rest of the team came running over as well and all collided with Skyler and Oliver, sending everyone to the ground. The team was cheering, laughing and crying as they lay on the ground, sprawled across one another. Oliver turned his head to the right and saw Skyler smiling back at him.

"Good work, Cap'n," she told him. He grinned and cupped the back of her head, leaning over to kiss her quickly.

"Good work as well," he said. They grinned at each other and then laughed as the other team members piled on top of them.

In the locker room, Butterbeer bottles were passed around and outer robes discarded over benches and on the floor. Lucinda had the decency to hang hers in her locker. Players were lying on the floor, on benches and sitting on top of lockers. Simon Barker walked in to find his team having the time of their lives. Unfortunately he would have to break up the party.

"Alright, everyone, pay attention," he told them. "The press wants to come in so they can get some statements before they need to go to the printers." The team groaned and sat up from where they were lying down.

"Can't they just wait until tomorrow?" Chris asked. "I hate post game interviews, even if he did just win the Cup!" This sent the team into another round of jubilant cheers.

"No," Simon said. "I'm sorry. It can't wait."

The team took their usual spots on the benches and waited for the media to come rushing in. The team was in very good spirits when the media met them.

The usual questions of how everyone felt about the game were asked. Oliver was asked about his captaincy of the season and what not. Then a reporter from Teen Witch asked a question.

"Oliver, are the rumors true? Are you off the market?" she asked.

"Yes, they're true," Oliver said. "I am off the market."

"Care to tell us who?" the reporter asked, all of the rest of the media paying close attention.

"That's between me and the other person."

"So, it's a mystery girl?"

"You could say that."

After a few more questions regarding the unmarried members of the team, the media left. Their answers were quite unsatisfactory by media standards. Chris was still a confirmed bachelor, bringing Alex into his ranks. Skyler was taken but refused to comment on who the 'lucky man' was. Harry also said that he was unavailable but declined to name names.

When the team spit up after the media left, Skyler pulled on her captain's arm, bringing him close to her and Disapparating with him. Oliver was shocked to say the least when he felt himself being Disapparated out of the locker room. He was even more shocked to see where he had arrived… his bedroom. He stepped back and looked at Skyler standing across the room from him.

"Hey, Cap'n, I need some help," she said to him.

"That's what I'm here for," Oliver said, unable to make anything of her statement.

"You can help me with anything?" she asked, moving a step closer. Oliver licked his lips unconsciously and nodded.

"Anything."

"Well, Cap'n. It seems that my uniform won't come off," she said, closing the distance between them. Oliver stopped breathing. "Do you mind helping me?"

"Not at all," he said, finding his voice. "As long as you promise to do the same for me."

"I'll see what I can do."

And…

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