I don't own Harry Potter or the gorgeous Oliver Wood...
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Last Time on: A Crazy Little Thing Called Quidditch:
"Well sorry if I didn't get the news flash!" she shouted back. "And its not like I care anyway! You stupid American! You and your rap music, flip flop shoes and your stupid sports. Who plays football or baseball!" she exclaimed.
"Hey I'm proud to be from the land of the Philly Eagles and the home of the Atlanta Braves!" she said putting a hand over her heart in mock sadness.
"Bloody American," she said returning to her work.
"Bloody American? Well see who's bloody when Rachel Rivers is done with you!" she said taking a fighting stance.
"Do you always refer to yourself in the third person when you are threatened?" BV pushed.
"No, only when I'm extremely pissed," she said lunging at the blond.
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Hello there, the angel from my nightmare,
The shadow in the background of the morgue,
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley.
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want.
Where you can always find me.
We'll have Halloween on Christmas.
And in the night we'll wish this never ends,
We'll wish this never ends.
I miss you, I miss you.
I miss you, I miss you.
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"I still can't believe you did that!" said Sarah from Hermione's bed where they sat doing homework. Rachel was jumping up and down on her own, while Lavender was practicing make up spells on her bed.
"Yeah, well, I didn't really hit her," Rachel said sitting down cross- legged. "She hit herself, I just helped persuade her with my mind," she finished smiling. After a three-second pause and a look from Hermione Rachel hand clasped over her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped.
"What?" Lavender asked.
"Nothing!" the three girls chorused with sighs of relief. Rachel's wrist watch beep and she stood up bounding for the door, "Lunch time!" she shouted charging down the stairs and out of the commons.
Hermione and Sarah headed out after her and Hermione sighed. "You know, it's scary how she can be so much like Ron sometimes."
"Yeah, I know. And I'm his girlfriend," Sarah laughed.
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Hermione and Sarah sat down at the Gryffindor table where Ron and Rachel sat eating contently. Harry was shoveling his food around his plate like he did often and Ginny was staring dreamily towards Harry.
Rachel wasn't really paying much attention. Her friends sat around her, chatting about the rumors around school and other gossip, most of it was about Harry. Her name was mentioned once or twice. She took a sip of her pumpkin juice when something pawed at ther leg. Looking down she saw Crookshanks with a note in his mouth. Picking it up she recognized to sloppy handwriting. She placed the letter back in his mouth and sent it back to it's owner.
She annoyed and played with her food. A few minutes later an owl hooted in front of her. She feed it some of her mashed potatoes and sent it back again.
Rachel sat out right perturbed and chopped down on a piece of chicken when a ball of paper hit her head. Her eyes flared as she picked up the note and pocketed it. She excused herself from the table and stalked out.
Ron called after her, "Don't forget we play Hufflepuff in an hour!"
She waved absently over her shoulder and stormed out of the Great Hall.
Rachel cooled down as she walked towards the library. Entering to find it slightly occupied, Nearly Headless Nick and the Fat Friar were speaking off to the side, she sat down and read the note:
Rachel,
Meet me in my office after the quidditch match. I have something important to discuss.
-Oliver
She reread the note and shook her head standing up.
"Rachel?" someone called to her.
She turned around to see Oliver leaning on a nearby bookcase. She stared at him indifferently, leaning back on her left hip and crossing her arms under her chest. "Yes, Oliver?" she asked.
He looked into her eyes and she gave a small smile. He grinned and strode over to where she was standing and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
She wasn't shocked. She ran her hands up and down his chest as his arms encircled her waist pulling her closer to him. Images began flashing through her mind. The two of them messing around on the table behind her, her removing his belt as he unbuttoned her shirt. Another of them in his bedroom, with enchanted candles around them. The next of Harry smiling at her and mouthing the words 'I love you'.
Oliver flicked his tongue over her lips, gaining access to her mouth. He explored every area that he could, learning her taste as well. He began sucking slightly on her lower lip, biting at it, as he lifted her up and set her on the table behind her. He began kissing along her neck and collarbone as she moaned with pleasure.
"Oliver," she whispered.
He stopped and backed up looking her full in the face. Her eyes were tired and her lips were swollen. He gave her a questioned looked as she cupped his face in her hands.
Rachel stared into his eyes. She shook her head and forced herself to look away. "I can't," she said pulling herself away from him, getting off of the table and walking out of the library.
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Oliver sighed loosening his tie as he unlocked to door to his quarters. He opened the door and tossed his bag over towards his desk and walked into his bedroom, kicking off his shoes and pulling his tie over his head. He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the bed and unbuttoned his belt. He removed his trousers and threw them on the bed. Oliver grabbed a Puddlemere shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants putting them on. H was pulling his shirt over his head as he walked back into his office.
"Rough day?" Rachel asked dryly from where she sat behind Oliver's desk, her feet up on his work area.
"What are you doing here?" he asked somewhat startled.
She tossed the note at his feet, "Your letter remember?"
"Oh yeah," he said bending and picking it up, only to toss it into the fire.
"So why'd you kiss me like that?" Rachel asked.
"I asked you here to discuss the matter of the Order," Oliver began as he took a seat opposite Rachel.
She sighed, knowing that she couldn't get it willingly out of him and decided to play along. "Well what about the Order?"
"You are being asked to join it, but after you complete a fairly important mission," Oliver finished.
"Okay, and what would this mission be?" she asked.
Oliver stared at her puzzled. "Dumbledore will inform you of that later."
"Well why didn't he just tell you?" she asked resting her arms behind her head.
"Because – I don't know," Oliver confessed smiling.
Rachel shook her head, "Whatever I'll do it,"
"Good, you won't regret this."
"But you do," Rachel stated.
"Excuse me?"
"That was your biggest mistake Oliver,"
"What was?"
"Leaving Angelina for the Order and quidditch," Rachel said as if everybody knew.
Oliver glared over at Rachel, "Who told you?" He eyes were hard, his voice, venomous.
"I am psychic you know," she said back.
Oliver sighed, "She was so damn flirty and sexy with me I couldn't help it. I know I'm a quidditch freak, but watching her play was like hearing an angel sing or seeing a hot babe on the beach and then she gives you her phone number. It was a large turn on; she was little Ms. Athleticism. She won an award last year for female athlete of the year."
"Yeah whatever!" Rachel said rolling her eyes in slight jealousy. "I still think you should try to go back."
"Rachel, I want to but I shouldn't. I mean really, it's been so damn long she's probably got guys flocking her after Quidditch games."
Rachel puzzled asked; "She plays professionally?"
Oliver nodded saying, "Yeah, Tornadoes, really. Not the greatest team, but at least she's starting."
Rachel said, "Dude, you play too!! Don't worry I'll hook you up."
He looked at her puzzled, "How?"
Rachel smiled, "I got a friend back in Santa Barbara, Phoenix right? They're cousins-"
Oliver's' door opened up and perky blond Katie Bell popped in, "Hey Oliver, I was just here to give you back that shirt you let me wear." She gave one look at a glaring Rachel and smiled triumphantly.
Oliver looked over at her in surprise and took his shirt back. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Thanks for the great time," and left.
Rachel sat fuming in his chair, her arms crossed angrily.
Oliver tired to talk things out, "Look Rachel, I-I can explain."
"There's no need to!" she snapped rubbing her temples to ward off the headache. "Just tell me one thing," she began looking at his with weary eyes. "When were you gonna tell me you were leaving?"
"I wasn't," he said holding his head high.
"And why not?" she snapped.
"Because I don't have to!" he barked.
Rachel's heart stopped. She stared at him with a gaping mouth from his chair. She stood up slowly, lowering her head and walking past him, holding back the tears.
She opened the door and shut it softly behind here, walking down the corridors sniffling.
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A/N: AWW!! Poor Rachel! Now I told my one friend what happens and she felt so sad, but you can tell me what you think in a nice review please!
Me – Mary-sue???
Meg – Thank you! No I don't live in Santa Barbara, I hope you feel better! And thank you! My softball team did 4-1 in the tournament and got second place in our bracket.
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Last Time on: A Crazy Little Thing Called Quidditch:
"Well sorry if I didn't get the news flash!" she shouted back. "And its not like I care anyway! You stupid American! You and your rap music, flip flop shoes and your stupid sports. Who plays football or baseball!" she exclaimed.
"Hey I'm proud to be from the land of the Philly Eagles and the home of the Atlanta Braves!" she said putting a hand over her heart in mock sadness.
"Bloody American," she said returning to her work.
"Bloody American? Well see who's bloody when Rachel Rivers is done with you!" she said taking a fighting stance.
"Do you always refer to yourself in the third person when you are threatened?" BV pushed.
"No, only when I'm extremely pissed," she said lunging at the blond.
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Hello there, the angel from my nightmare,
The shadow in the background of the morgue,
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley.
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want.
Where you can always find me.
We'll have Halloween on Christmas.
And in the night we'll wish this never ends,
We'll wish this never ends.
I miss you, I miss you.
I miss you, I miss you.
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"I still can't believe you did that!" said Sarah from Hermione's bed where they sat doing homework. Rachel was jumping up and down on her own, while Lavender was practicing make up spells on her bed.
"Yeah, well, I didn't really hit her," Rachel said sitting down cross- legged. "She hit herself, I just helped persuade her with my mind," she finished smiling. After a three-second pause and a look from Hermione Rachel hand clasped over her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped.
"What?" Lavender asked.
"Nothing!" the three girls chorused with sighs of relief. Rachel's wrist watch beep and she stood up bounding for the door, "Lunch time!" she shouted charging down the stairs and out of the commons.
Hermione and Sarah headed out after her and Hermione sighed. "You know, it's scary how she can be so much like Ron sometimes."
"Yeah, I know. And I'm his girlfriend," Sarah laughed.
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Hermione and Sarah sat down at the Gryffindor table where Ron and Rachel sat eating contently. Harry was shoveling his food around his plate like he did often and Ginny was staring dreamily towards Harry.
Rachel wasn't really paying much attention. Her friends sat around her, chatting about the rumors around school and other gossip, most of it was about Harry. Her name was mentioned once or twice. She took a sip of her pumpkin juice when something pawed at ther leg. Looking down she saw Crookshanks with a note in his mouth. Picking it up she recognized to sloppy handwriting. She placed the letter back in his mouth and sent it back to it's owner.
She annoyed and played with her food. A few minutes later an owl hooted in front of her. She feed it some of her mashed potatoes and sent it back again.
Rachel sat out right perturbed and chopped down on a piece of chicken when a ball of paper hit her head. Her eyes flared as she picked up the note and pocketed it. She excused herself from the table and stalked out.
Ron called after her, "Don't forget we play Hufflepuff in an hour!"
She waved absently over her shoulder and stormed out of the Great Hall.
Rachel cooled down as she walked towards the library. Entering to find it slightly occupied, Nearly Headless Nick and the Fat Friar were speaking off to the side, she sat down and read the note:
Rachel,
Meet me in my office after the quidditch match. I have something important to discuss.
-Oliver
She reread the note and shook her head standing up.
"Rachel?" someone called to her.
She turned around to see Oliver leaning on a nearby bookcase. She stared at him indifferently, leaning back on her left hip and crossing her arms under her chest. "Yes, Oliver?" she asked.
He looked into her eyes and she gave a small smile. He grinned and strode over to where she was standing and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
She wasn't shocked. She ran her hands up and down his chest as his arms encircled her waist pulling her closer to him. Images began flashing through her mind. The two of them messing around on the table behind her, her removing his belt as he unbuttoned her shirt. Another of them in his bedroom, with enchanted candles around them. The next of Harry smiling at her and mouthing the words 'I love you'.
Oliver flicked his tongue over her lips, gaining access to her mouth. He explored every area that he could, learning her taste as well. He began sucking slightly on her lower lip, biting at it, as he lifted her up and set her on the table behind her. He began kissing along her neck and collarbone as she moaned with pleasure.
"Oliver," she whispered.
He stopped and backed up looking her full in the face. Her eyes were tired and her lips were swollen. He gave her a questioned looked as she cupped his face in her hands.
Rachel stared into his eyes. She shook her head and forced herself to look away. "I can't," she said pulling herself away from him, getting off of the table and walking out of the library.
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Oliver sighed loosening his tie as he unlocked to door to his quarters. He opened the door and tossed his bag over towards his desk and walked into his bedroom, kicking off his shoes and pulling his tie over his head. He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the bed and unbuttoned his belt. He removed his trousers and threw them on the bed. Oliver grabbed a Puddlemere shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants putting them on. H was pulling his shirt over his head as he walked back into his office.
"Rough day?" Rachel asked dryly from where she sat behind Oliver's desk, her feet up on his work area.
"What are you doing here?" he asked somewhat startled.
She tossed the note at his feet, "Your letter remember?"
"Oh yeah," he said bending and picking it up, only to toss it into the fire.
"So why'd you kiss me like that?" Rachel asked.
"I asked you here to discuss the matter of the Order," Oliver began as he took a seat opposite Rachel.
She sighed, knowing that she couldn't get it willingly out of him and decided to play along. "Well what about the Order?"
"You are being asked to join it, but after you complete a fairly important mission," Oliver finished.
"Okay, and what would this mission be?" she asked.
Oliver stared at her puzzled. "Dumbledore will inform you of that later."
"Well why didn't he just tell you?" she asked resting her arms behind her head.
"Because – I don't know," Oliver confessed smiling.
Rachel shook her head, "Whatever I'll do it,"
"Good, you won't regret this."
"But you do," Rachel stated.
"Excuse me?"
"That was your biggest mistake Oliver,"
"What was?"
"Leaving Angelina for the Order and quidditch," Rachel said as if everybody knew.
Oliver glared over at Rachel, "Who told you?" He eyes were hard, his voice, venomous.
"I am psychic you know," she said back.
Oliver sighed, "She was so damn flirty and sexy with me I couldn't help it. I know I'm a quidditch freak, but watching her play was like hearing an angel sing or seeing a hot babe on the beach and then she gives you her phone number. It was a large turn on; she was little Ms. Athleticism. She won an award last year for female athlete of the year."
"Yeah whatever!" Rachel said rolling her eyes in slight jealousy. "I still think you should try to go back."
"Rachel, I want to but I shouldn't. I mean really, it's been so damn long she's probably got guys flocking her after Quidditch games."
Rachel puzzled asked; "She plays professionally?"
Oliver nodded saying, "Yeah, Tornadoes, really. Not the greatest team, but at least she's starting."
Rachel said, "Dude, you play too!! Don't worry I'll hook you up."
He looked at her puzzled, "How?"
Rachel smiled, "I got a friend back in Santa Barbara, Phoenix right? They're cousins-"
Oliver's' door opened up and perky blond Katie Bell popped in, "Hey Oliver, I was just here to give you back that shirt you let me wear." She gave one look at a glaring Rachel and smiled triumphantly.
Oliver looked over at her in surprise and took his shirt back. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Thanks for the great time," and left.
Rachel sat fuming in his chair, her arms crossed angrily.
Oliver tired to talk things out, "Look Rachel, I-I can explain."
"There's no need to!" she snapped rubbing her temples to ward off the headache. "Just tell me one thing," she began looking at his with weary eyes. "When were you gonna tell me you were leaving?"
"I wasn't," he said holding his head high.
"And why not?" she snapped.
"Because I don't have to!" he barked.
Rachel's heart stopped. She stared at him with a gaping mouth from his chair. She stood up slowly, lowering her head and walking past him, holding back the tears.
She opened the door and shut it softly behind here, walking down the corridors sniffling.
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A/N: AWW!! Poor Rachel! Now I told my one friend what happens and she felt so sad, but you can tell me what you think in a nice review please!
Me – Mary-sue???
Meg – Thank you! No I don't live in Santa Barbara, I hope you feel better! And thank you! My softball team did 4-1 in the tournament and got second place in our bracket.