If you've already seen this, you might be confused. Basically I read over what I had written to find that there was a problem when i copy and pasted, resulting in a huge chunk of the story being repeated. Sorry about that. Enjoy!

-Brooke

Orianna's POV

A tentative knocking on the doorframe of my dorm awoke me from my nap. I looked up to see a tall, dark girl with braids leaning in the room and looking around. When she saw that I was awake, she stopped abruptly, looking sheepish.

"Uh sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I was looking for a girl called Orianna, Oliver Wood wanted me to tell her that the Quidditch meeting is starting now," the girl said shyly.

I leapt out of bed. "Hi, I'm Orianna, I fell asleep. Who are you?" I asked, while I rushed to the door and started going down the stairs.

"I'm Angelina, I'm one of the chasers on the team," she said, more confidently than before.

"Well, Angelina, it's great to meet you. I hope I didn't keep you waiting, I guess that jet lag caught up with me."

"Oh, you're that new American girl they announced at dinner. I wasn't exactly paying attention. If you don't mind me asking, why are you going to the Quidditch meeting? We already have a full team," she said, somewhat nervous.

"Don't worry, I won't be taking anyone's spot, it just came up at dinner that I playing back in America, and Oliver thought it would be a good idea to train someone else with the team in case someone got hurt or sick or something."

"What position do you play?"

"Anything really, I think that's why Oliver picked me."

She laughed. "Well, I'm glad to have you aboard then. I warn you though, it's Oliver's last year to win the Cup, so by the end of the season he will be barking mad."

"What did I get myself into..."

Six flights of stairs later, I found myself in the crowded Gryffindor common room, making my way to the fireplace, the area in front of which was claimed by Oliver, Fred and George, and three others I didn't recognize. Damn, I forgot about my little argument with Fred and George at dinner.

"Hi, I hope I didn't keep you waiting," I said, addressing Oliver, but looking over at Fred and George. I gave them a hesitant smile, and when they both gave me wide grins back, I walked over. "Scoot, I need somewhere to sit." I tried to squeeze myself in the small space between them, instead ending up in Fred's lap.

He whispered in my ear. "Nice outfit," he snickered. I blushed as I looked down at the short shorts and tank top I had changed into before I fell asleep. Self conscious, I tugged at the hem of my tank top, willing it stretch and cover my exposed stomach. The rest of the team watched us, George barely containing laughter and the rest of the team looking slightly uncomfortable. I tried to scoot off Fred's lap, my tank top and shorts riding up even more in the process, but his arm wrapped around my waist and held me there. "You aren't getting away that easy," he whispered.

Oliver cleared his throat, then addressed Angelina and the other three people. "Alright so as I'm sure you four are wondering, Orianna here is going to join the team as a sort of substitute player in case anyone gets hurt. She will go through a trial at our first practice to make sure she's up to par with the rest of us. Orianna, Katie, Alicia, and Angelina our chasers, and Harry Potter, our seeker."

I gave a short wave. "Hey, nice to meet you all." And then Fred squeezed my sides. I squirmed in his lap. "Stop it," I hissed.

Oliver gave us a disapproving glare. He's so much more serious now...

"Anyway, this is my last year to win the Cup, and this is by far the best team we've had since Charlie Weasley graduated. This is for sure our year to win. I'll let you know when practice will start up, but expect it to start soon. That's all for now."

Angelina, Alicia, and Katie got up immediately and ran of, presumably to find their friends. Angelina shot me a smile over her shoulder as they left. Yes, another friend! Harry got up. "Fred, George, do you know where Ron is?" he asked.

"Not a clue," they said in unison, as per usual. Harry nodded and walked off, leaving me, Fred, George, and Oliver.

In the awkward silence that followed Harry's departure, I tried again to escape Fred's death grip, but he just pulled me back into him so my back was pressed up against his torso. George and Oliver laughed. "Aw, is poor Orianna uncomfortable," George said mockingly. "You can come sit on my lap if you want."

I glared at him, and went back to my struggle to escape, trying to squirm out of Fred's grip. It was working, until Fred let out a low groan. I abruptly stopped moving, and started blushing, while George and Oliver laughed uncontrollably. This was going to be so awkward.

"Love, why'd you stop, we were having so much fun," came Fred's cheeky voice from behind me. Little bastard.

I turned around so I was sideways in his lap, with my legs in George's lap, in an attempt to get into a less intimate, more friendly position.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly.

"No need to apologize, it's not everyday I have a gorgeous girl grinding against my-"

"Alright, I think that's enough," I cut him off just in time. I got up off the couch. "Well I think I'll go off to bed now." As I walked away, the second half of the Terrible Two, namely George, tripped me. Luckily, I fell on top of the armchair adjacent to the couch. Unfortunately I was now lying flush against the surprised Oliver Wood who just happened to be leaning back in said chair, with my hands against his hard, muscular chest and my lower body in between his legs. I also happened to bang my head against shoulder.

I used my hands to push my chest off his, but his hands gripped either side of my uncovered waist, stopping me. I looked up to glare at him, but I was surprised to find a concerned look on his face. He lifted me so I was sitting sideways in his lap, with my legs draped over the arm of the chair.

"You ok? It seemed like you fell pretty hard," he asked.

"I'm fine, sorry about your shoulder, and your, body, I guess." I looked over to see Fred and George practically hyperventilating from laughing too much.

"My shoulder will be fine, I'm more worried about your head. Can't have the newest member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team getting a concussion before the season even starts," he laughed, and I joined in with him. Then he stopped, and lowered his voice.

"Plus, I agree with Fred, I like having a pretty girl like you in my lap," he whispered seductively.

I stopped laughing and turned to look at him. I found his face closer than I thought it was. I mean, we were practically nose to nose.

Cue Colette Spatts.

"Ollie, what are you doing with her?" She asked, not even bothering to disguise the disgust in her voice.

"Uh, she tripped and hit her head, I was just making sure she was ok," he said nervously.

This bitch pisses me off so much.

"Actually we were about to shag right here in this chair in front of the entire house," I said, putting my trademark sass on display.

Colette's eyes almost popped out of her head and Oliver's head snapped around to look at me. Feeling a surge of that Gryffindor courage, I swung one leg around so I was now straddling Oliver in the chair, leaning against him with my hands on his chest. He responded immediately with as his hands gripped my ass and pulled me closer to him. Now even Fred and George were watching with a quiet interest.

I glanced at Colette. "Are you still here?" I asked nastily.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "I was just leaving." And she stormed up the stairs to the girl's dormitories.

"Thank god she's gone," I said with a sigh of relief.

This is where Fred in George begin to act like themselves again. This means wolf whistles and laughter that draw the attention of the entire common room.

"Wow, to think we all thought Orianna hated you Wood. I guess she was just jealous of Fiona and Colette and instead wanted to jump your bones the moment she saw you," George laughed.

"Come on love, why were you so uncomfortable in my lap?" Fred asked.

Embarrassed, I buried my face into Oliver's shirt and groaned.

George snorted. "I guess you weren't kidding about that shag. Sounds like being pushed against Wood's body is all the pleasure she needs."

"We'll leave you two to it then. As hot as your sex will be, I still wouldn't want to watch," Fred stated as he and George stood up and walked away, still laughing.

Well that left me and Oliver. Alone. With me straddling him in a chair. This was not going to end well.

I looked up at Oliver, only to see him looking down at me.

"So, about that shag," he said with a wink.

"Just forget I said that," I grumbled as I began to climb off him. Instead, Oliver moved his hands from my but the my thighs, lifting me with him as he stood up off the chair.

"I don't think I will actually." He walked across the common room to the boys dormitories with me wrapped around his front. He climbed the stairs to what I assumed was his dorm. He kicked open the door, walked over and set me down on his bed, grabbed some clothes from his trunk, and walked toward the bathroom.

"You do realize I'm not going to shag you right?" I said.

"I know. I just assumed you would probably want to get out of the common room."

"Oh." I shivered, the dorms were much colder than my warm spot my the fireplace in the common room. I'm sure it had nothing to do with being on top of Oliver Wood.

"You cold?"

I turned around to see a shirtless Oliver Wood. Fuck, he was fit. Wow, ok. Maybe I had to rethink denying that shag. What did I just think? I've known this guy for about 12 hours.

He smirked. Definitely noticed me checking him out. I coughed. "Yeah, it's a little chilly in here."

He walked by me on the bed and rummaged in his trunk, pulling out a black sweatshirt, and tossing it to me.

"This is the smallest thing I have, but it'll probably still be a bit big on you."

I pulled on the sweatshirt. It was from a little league quidditch team, with the SYQO (Scotland Youth Quidditch Organization) logo on the front and "Wood" in white letters on the back. "Thanks."

He sat down next to me on the bed. "Now that you're here, do you want to tell me why you hate me so much?"

I blushed. "I don't hate you. You just seem like the typical player, the ones I met all the time back in Chicago."

Oliver shifted on the bed, not denying it.

"I think I should probably go back to my room now. Sorry about everything tonight," I said as I stood up.

"Nothing to be sorry for," he said with a cheeky grin.

I rolled my eyes and walked out.

Once I was back in the common room, all eyes were on me. Some guy I hadn't met yet hollered out, "I realized you were hot, but I didn't take you for the fifteen minute fuck type. When can I get my turn?"

"We didn't..." Then I realized I just came down from the boy's dorms, wearing Wood's sweatshirt, which happened to cover my shorts, after everyone saw Wood carry me up there. This did not look good for me.

"My cousin told me all American girls are sluts, so I don't know why we should be surprised," I overheard a girl say to her group of friends. I just flipped off the entire room, walked up to my dorm, and fell asleep on my bed, ignoring my roommates glares.