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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="font-weight: bold;"DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE. ONLY THE PLOT. THE REST IS JKR'S/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="font-weight: bold;"BTW, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEAN BIGGERSTAFF (AKA, ACTOR OF OLIVER WOOD)!/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"How in the name of Merlin's pink knickers does Oliver manage to get into the girls dormitory?! HOW?! What is he? Transgender? Hmm… Actually, now that I think about it… (A/N: I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH TRANSGENDERS. SORRY IF I OFFENDED Y'ALL)/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Note to self: Ask Ollie if he's transgender or not./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Oliver's now yelling at me/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""BELL, GET YOUR LOVELY ARSE OUT OF YOUR BED AND INTO YOUR GODDAMN QUIDDITCH ROBES!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I only rolled over on my bed and pulled the covers up a bit more. Oliver sighed./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"About ten minutes later, I had thought that Oliver has left my room. Turns out, I was wrong./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I rolled over on my bed and found myself barely a centimetre away from Oliver's face. Oliver was wearing his trademark smirk. It took me half a minute to realize that emOliver Wood,/em my extremely exasperating yet equally as hot Quidditch captain was on my bed, less than a centimetre away from me./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""ARGH!" I let out a cry and leapt out of bed./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Oliver laughed then, as if he realised something, blushed and looked away./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""Kates, uh… Would you mind covering up a bit?" Oliver mutters flushing bright red while still in my bed. I swear to god, he looked like Rudolph the red-as-fuck faced reindeer./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I looked down and saw that I was wearing only a pair of very revealing panties and a low cut tank top. I blushed furiously and quickly threw on my outer quidditch robes that I had discarded carelessly onto my beds' footboard./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""Get out Wood, unless you want to see me starkers."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Then, as if Oliver got his cool back, he said, "Aw, but I don't mind seeing you starke–"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"But he didn't get to finish his hardly appropriate comment for I had dragged him off my bed./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Oliver glared at me./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I rolled my eyes./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I grabbed the scruff of his quidditch robes (why am I not surprised he is wearing them) and dragged him to the door. No really, I emdragged/em him…/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""You know, I have a very good view of your knickers from here Bell!" He said, smirking. Okay, honestly, WHEN IS HE span style="max-height: 999999px; text-decoration-line: underline;"NOT/span SMIRKING? (my subconscious: When he's yelling his arse off at us, that's when he's not smirking.)/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I shoved him into the stairwells head first. The stairs immediately turned into a slide so, Oliver Wood was sliding down the stairs, head first. It's sorta amusing really, with his startled face and all./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Then my eyes caught sight of Oliver's broomstick. So emthat's/em how he manages to get up to my dormitory. I picked it up and tossed it right after him. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of wood hitting Wood. (A/N: LOL)/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""WHAT THE F*** BELL?!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I smiled innocently and closed the door behind me./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="font-weight: bold;"A/N: REVIEW IN THE NAME OF SEAN BIGGERSTAFF. AND QUIDDITCH./span/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="font-weight: bold;"DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE. ONLY THE PLOT. THE REST IS JKR'S/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="font-weight: bold;"BTW, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEAN BIGGERSTAFF (AKA, ACTOR OF OLIVER WOOD)!/span/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"How in the name of Merlin's pink knickers does Oliver manage to get into the girls dormitory?! HOW?! What is he? Transgender? Hmm… Actually, now that I think about it… (A/N: I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH TRANSGENDERS. SORRY IF I OFFENDED Y'ALL)/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Note to self: Ask Ollie if he's transgender or not./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Oliver's now yelling at me/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""BELL, GET YOUR LOVELY ARSE OUT OF YOUR BED AND INTO YOUR GODDAMN QUIDDITCH ROBES!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I only rolled over on my bed and pulled the covers up a bit more. Oliver sighed./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"About ten minutes later, I had thought that Oliver has left my room. Turns out, I was wrong./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I rolled over on my bed and found myself barely a centimetre away from Oliver's face. Oliver was wearing his trademark smirk. It took me half a minute to realize that emOliver Wood,/em my extremely exasperating yet equally as hot Quidditch captain was on my bed, less than a centimetre away from me./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""ARGH!" I let out a cry and leapt out of bed./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Oliver laughed then, as if he realised something, blushed and looked away./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""Kates, uh… Would you mind covering up a bit?" Oliver mutters flushing bright red while still in my bed. I swear to god, he looked like Rudolph the red-as-fuck faced reindeer./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I looked down and saw that I was wearing only a pair of very revealing panties and a low cut tank top. I blushed furiously and quickly threw on my outer quidditch robes that I had discarded carelessly onto my beds' footboard./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""Get out Wood, unless you want to see me starkers."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Then, as if Oliver got his cool back, he said, "Aw, but I don't mind seeing you starke–"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"But he didn't get to finish his hardly appropriate comment for I had dragged him off my bed./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Oliver glared at me./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I rolled my eyes./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I grabbed the scruff of his quidditch robes (why am I not surprised he is wearing them) and dragged him to the door. No really, I emdragged/em him…/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""You know, I have a very good view of your knickers from here Bell!" He said, smirking. Okay, honestly, WHEN IS HE span style="max-height: 999999px; text-decoration-line: underline;"NOT/span SMIRKING? (my subconscious: When he's yelling his arse off at us, that's when he's not smirking.)/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I shoved him into the stairwells head first. The stairs immediately turned into a slide so, Oliver Wood was sliding down the stairs, head first. It's sorta amusing really, with his startled face and all./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"Then my eyes caught sight of Oliver's broomstick. So emthat's/em how he manages to get up to my dormitory. I picked it up and tossed it right after him. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of wood hitting Wood. (A/N: LOL)/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;""WHAT THE F*** BELL?!"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"I smiled innocently and closed the door behind me./p
p style="max-height: 999999px;"span style="font-weight: bold;"A/N: REVIEW IN THE NAME OF SEAN BIGGERSTAFF. AND QUIDDITCH./span/p
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