Chapter Eleven

"Another great block by Oliver Wood from Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan announced.

It was late April, and the quidditch house cup was now in full swing. This time, however, it wasn't a dream and this was the moment both teams had been waiting for. The game was tied at this moment and besides Angelina getting knocked off her broom, the game was heated and in action.

"Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are both on the tail of the golden snitch; whoever catches it will be the winner of the Quidditch House Cup and----HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH! 200 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR AND THE WIN! GRYFFINDOR HAS WON THE HOUSE CUP!" Lee Jordan yelled triumphantly for his house.

The crowd was cheering for Gryffindor, with the exception of the now pouting Slytherin house and fans. The Gryffindor quidditch team was screaming in delight over their second victory over the Slytherin quidditch team. The girls were so excited they nearly flew off their brooms. The team quickly flew down in single file to the rush of the crowd cheering for them. They all couldn't believe it, their second year in a row winning the house cup after almost twenty years of losing.

"WE WON!" The twins cheered, dancing and singing with their friends. When George ran over to Alicia, kissed her and spun her around as they yelled happily for victory, Fred knew it was his signal to go to his friends in the crowd. As he was walking by he felt waves of pats on the backs and 'Good job mates!'

"FRED!" He turned around; it was Angelina in tears of happiness coming at him. She was drenched in sweat, and her braids that she wore for quidditch were coming undone. To Fred she still looked marvelous. He opened up his arms and spun her around several times.

They jumped up and down.

"WE WON!" Angelina yelled.

"I KNOW I WAS THERE!" He yelled back. Angelina laughed at him.

"I can't believe it!" She said in shock.

"What a way to end the school year eh Angie?" Fred looked down at her and smiled.

"You can say that again. Have you seen Oliver around?" She yelled.

"Last time I saw him he kissed Harry on the cheek and started crying some more. It was a bit frightening." Fred yelled back.

"It's his final win, what do you expect him to do? I'd better go find him. See you around Fred." Fred put her in a play chokehold and messed up her hair. She walked off looking for Oliver as he kept rejoicing the win with everyone.

There was dancing, playing, jeering (especially from the twins) and the two lifted Harry up on their shoulders and leaded him around the field until someone tapped on Fred's shoulder. Fred and George let Harry down to go find his friends, and he turned around to see it was Megan.

"Congratulations!" Megan shouted.

"Thank you!" Fred and George gave each other a look and began to take off.

"Where's the celebration tonight?" Megan shouted.

"Er—it's in the Gryffindor common room." George told her. Fred leered at him.

"I don't think other houses are allowed in." Fred quickly told her.

"Yeah, it would be too crowded, sorry." George added in until Megan followed quickly behind and grabbed Fred by the arm.

"Fred" she asked quietly. "Stay for a while, you never talk to me."

"Megan, I just have to go!" Fred raised his voice in annoyance, and then ran off after kissing her on the cheek. An angry Megan then leered at George to see if he had any business in Fred's behavior. All he could do was shrug his shoulders.

Fred had decided he wanted to go change early for the quidditch party, so he went alone to the changing rooms while everyone else was cheering and rejoicing. When he went into the changing rooms, Fred had already noticed that it was empty, and nobody was there. He had assumed that everyone was still outside celebrating the victory.

Fred began dressing down from his quidditch attire and slowly took off his armor.

UGH!

What was that? Fred turned around quickly, wondering what it was. After a few beats of silence he shrugged and then took off his pants.

SMASH!

Fred then quickly put on his regular pair of jeans and tip toed around the corner. Either somebody was very upset or someone had snuck into the changing rooms. As paranoid as it sounded, Fred needed to be cautious with the Sirius Black scare. Not to mention their star seeker was his prey.

ARGH!

Fred reached for his pocket and cautiously slipped out his wand, ready in hand. With a quick turn he turned the corner and pointed the wand at Angelina.

"Angelina" Fred asked.

She was sitting on a bench as if nothing had happened.

"Hello Fred." Angelina breathed heavily as she was nearly heaving. Fred examined her cautiously, and there was no Oliver in sight. It caused him to ask one question:

"Where's big head, Angie?"

When the Gryffindor quidditch team won the house cup for the second time it was a sigh of relief for Angelina. All of her hard work had finally paid off, and her boyfriend could have the perfect final year that he wanted and would not stop talking about for at least a week, no, a month or two.

After talking to Fred, Angelina searched the crowd for Oliver. After many congratulations, cheers and hugs, she turned around and found him in his finest hour.

"There you are!" Oliver shouted with tears in his eyes. He grabbed her and kissed her with force.

"Great game, huh?" Angelina looked at him and smiled as if they didn't reek with sweat and stench at the moment.

"Terrific Lina, it was perfect! Let's head to the changing rooms to discuss some quidditch tactics, shall we?" Oliver whispered to her. He winked at her as he took her hand and lead her from the energetic crowd of Hogwarts students.

Oliver opened the door to the changing rooms. It was completely empty as it seemed some had already left for the common room celebration or they simply were still out in the crowd rejoicing their victory.

"Well, here we are." Oliver looked down at Angelina and grinned. Being ever the make-out vixen, Angelina nearly pounced on Oliver and began to kiss him passionately.

"Lina" Oliver was a bit taken aback as Angelina kissed his neck, she giggled as they sat down on the bench for some very intense snogging.

"So, what do you want to do this summer?" Angelina mumbled in between kisses.

"Well, I've been meaning to tell you, my dad got me some tickets to this thing this summer…the quidditch world cup…" Oliver trailed off pretending as if Angelina didn't know. They stopped kissing for a moment.

"And…continue!" Angelina asked him.

"I was thinking maybe you'd like to come with us?" Oliver slowly poured out. Angelina squealed and bombarded Oliver with a Fred-like hug. They began to snog again.

"I was also thinking…" Oliver trailed off.

"What now?" Angelina groaned jokingly.

"My dad will be out on a business trip and my mum is taking a trip with her girlfriends, so I'll have the house to myself…" Oliver told her.

Angelina looked at him checking if he was serious. Did that mean sex?

"Well…Oliver…I…" Angelina said, baffled.

"So it's a date?" Oliver asked. Angelina was somewhat speechless.

"Okay, then it's settled!" Oliver shouted. Angelina was still shocked, with no words coming out of her mouth until Oliver halted it with his kisses. Angelina blew it off in her mind and maybe thought the excitement of the game had gotten to him. After all, they weren't entirely ready for it….

"Great game, eh, captain?" Angelina breathlessly asked him mid-kiss.

"Terrific." He mumbled.

"Really? The game went perfect?" Angelina asked again, yet still was drawn to Oliver's mouth like a magnet.

"Well…." Oliver trailed off and began to kiss her again. Angelina stopped kissing him again.

"Well what?" She smiled.

"I don't understand how you missed the quaffle, twice." Oliver got up from the bench and started stripping of his clothes, hoping Angelina would notice. But all she visualized is what Oliver had just said.

"Well…the girls and I scored every other time. Why does it matter now?" She looked up and asked him, as he was only in his boxers.

"I'm just saying that you three could've done better…that's all." Oliver told her nonchalantly. "Look Lina, your favorite boxers."

Angelina pushed them from her face and nearly knocked Oliver off the bench he was standing near.

"Oliver, it's not like I'm some perfect quidditch player or anything. And it's not like you are the best keeper on the planet. I mean we all saw when you let Hufflepuff score twenty points."

"We won by 210 points!" Oliver sighed. "And even before Harry caught the snitch we were up by 10!" He was getting annoyed by her consistent nagging. After all it was his game, his victory.

"So why are you complaining about me??"

"I was just trying to discuss your tactics for next year! I want to help better you so you'll make captain." Oliver's clothes were on and he sat down next to Angelina with his arm around her.

Angelina sighed. Sometimes Oliver just wouldn't quit with quidditch and that's what strained their relationship.

"Oliver, the quidditch season is over. Why don't we focus on more important things?"

"Oh, like what? Double dating with the team?" Oliver laughed.

"What's wrong with my friends?"

"Don't get me wrong, Lina, Alicia and Katie are great. It's just those Weasleys I can't stand." Oliver told her.

"What's so wrong with Fred and George?" Angelina wanted to know. It's not like they were horrible people.

"I just don't see why you hang out with them."

"They're funny and they're nice. They're my friends. Fred is my best guy mate."

Oliver froze. He took his arm off Angelina's shoulder.

"Why do you hang around him, Lina? He's obviously after you." He looked into her eyes. Angelina started laughing.

"Fred?! Fred Weasley?! He's got a girlfriend for Merlin's sake!"

"I saw you two together. After the quidditch victory. And when he saved that bludger when it wasn't even a foot away from you." Oliver said in a deep voice.

"So? He was looking out for me. Oliver why does it always have to go back to quidditch?" Angelina let out an exasperated sigh.

"Angelina I'm only looking out for you! I'm hoping that you'll better yourself—"

"What's so wrong with my quidditch playing now?! Hm?! WHY must you insist on changing me so badly?!" Angelina shouted.

"Because I am your quidditch captain!" Oliver got up from the bench. Angelina's mouth opened in shock.

"Angelina I am your quidditch captain first! Quidditch ALWAYS comes first!" He shouted.

She couldn't believe what she had just heard. They had won the house cup two years in a row. Oliver had achieved his goal of leaving Hogwarts with a winning team. Why couldn't the bloke just be happy?! She was completely and totally infuriated and Oliver had just realized what he had done.

"Lina, I'm sorry I—"He tried to sit down again. Angelina pushed him away.

"Just go away Oliver!" She shouted.

"Angelina, what's the matter??" He asked her.

"Why would you care? It's not involving quidditch." Angelina muttered. Oliver sighed and stood there for a moment. He then left the changing rooms, with the door slamming afterwards.

Angelina was so angered. After all of the hard work she had put into the team, it still wasn't good enough for her own boyfriend. She lifted up the trash cans, her clothes and anything that could be moved and threw them across the room shouting in frustrations. This was supposed to be her moment of glory. Instead, Oliver had made her feel like this was her moment of shame for a freak broom accident.

She'd sat on the bench, and heaved. It was the ultimate rejection to her.

"Angelina" she had heard. Angelina looked up to see her ginger haired mate, Fred looking up from a corner.

SHIT! Angelina thought in her head. He must have heard her tantrum. Maybe if she played it cool it would appear as if nothing happened. She sat on the bench and casually said "Hello Fred."

Fred examined her cautiously as if he wasn't buying a thing, he looked around the dressing rooms.

"Where's big head, Angie?"

"Who knows" Angelina muttered.

"Maybe he flew off, with that big head of his filled with hot air." Fred took a seat next to her. She smiled for a second but then looked down again.

"Angie, what's wrong?" Fred asked.

Angelina sighed. "Oh, it's nothing. Oliver and I just got into a tuff I guess."

This was Fred's chance to console her. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her.

"What did the mean ol' big head do?" Fred said in a childish, sympathetic voice. Angelina giggled. Even if she was completely upset, she could always count on Fred to make her laugh again and break the ice.

"Well first everything turned out alright, we came in here and everything was normal—"

"Any snogging" Fred grinned. Angelina glared at him.

"Just asking Angie, you know me, being a slut and all I have to know." Fred started to laugh as well as Angelina. She playfully hit him.

"Anyway, then we started talking about the game and how he thinks I could've done better—"

"You fell off your broom!" Fred added in.

"I know right? And then he told me that quidditch came first before everything, including our relationship."

Fred was somewhat shocked. "The bloke must not be right in the head. What happened after that?"

"Well, he apologized but I didn't buy it. I don't think he was truly sorry, I think he—"

"Just apologized for the sake of getting out of an argument?" Fred finished.

"Yeah" Angelina nodded.

"I hate when people do that, the least he could do is at least tell his true feelings or something as opposed to lying."

Angelina looked over at Fred in disbelief that he could think of something so—profound almost to say. If he was called on in potions he'd always end something in a joke.

"Did you put some kind of brain charm on yourself today Fred Weasley?"

"Have you ever thought I could actually think about something else besides sex and pranks?"

"Well you at least admit you're addicted to sex, that's the first step." Angelina laughed. It felt nice to have a good laugh.

"I'm not addicted to sex! It's just girls are like drinks; one could be a nice rough butterbeer you want to just take a swig of and another could be a nice pumpkin juice, nice but not what you're looking for to quench your thirst if you know what I mean."

"Is Megan pumpkin juice?"

Fred rolled his eyes, he hated talking about Megan more than anything.

"Look, Megan's a nice girl it's just I don't want to be her boyfriend because—"

"It's alright Fred, I'll come off it." Angelina smiled. "I've got more things to think about right now." She then said, referring to Oliver.

"He said nothing and he just left to go to that stupid party so he can gloat to all of his friends about his stupid blocks. I mean who does he think he is? He couldn't run this team alone!"

"Actually, I think he would if he tried, and that is a serious statement." Fred said, completely straight faced. Angelina had then given Fred a hug.

"Thanks for trying to help me out Fred."

"I do what I can for my Angie." He said into her ear and then looked down at her with his warm brown eyes.

"I should go get dressed now." Angelina said after a moment.

"Alright then" Fred got up and went to the other room.

"Um, Angie?" He asked.

"Yes?"

"Want to go to the party together?"

"Sure Fred. I'd like that." She smiled at him. How he loved her brilliant smile.

"Fred, what are you staring at?" She asked him.

"Nothing. I'll be outside Angie." Fred left and stood outside waiting for Angie. He had his hands in his jean pockets, whistling until he felt a tug on his arm. He looked down and saw it was Megan.

He let out an exasperated sigh. He really didn't like to avoid Megan like he did, but he just didn't want a relationship with her, and he couldn't stand when she begged for it.

"Hi"

"Hi Fred" Megan said ecstatically.

"Can we talk for a minute?" She asked quickly. Fred looked at the door to the changing rooms.

"What, Megan?"

"Look, I know we've been dating on and off for a while now and--"

Fred rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to be your boyfriend Megan!"

"That's not what I was going to ask." Megan told him, Fred was surprised. That's how every do you want to be my boyfriend? Speech had started. What else could've the talk been about?

"Well, see, after you left I'd seen Justin Finch-Fletchley and we had caught up o a few things.." Megan trailed off.

"And…" Fred asked.

"And, I know it seems sudden but he's asked me to be his girlfriend." Megan said sadly.

Fred lit up inside, his insides dancing happily.

"Oh, that's great!" Fred smiled. He was really truly happy for her. "So I'll be seeing you around?"

"Definitely! Thanks for being so great about this Fred, keep in touch." Megan kissed him on the cheek and hugged him until taking off with a huge smile on her face that Fred seemed to have as well.

Ahem.

Fred looked over and saw that Angelina was looking on grinning.

"I guess I walked out on the wrong moment, eh?" Angelina asked.

"No, not really."

"What do you mean not really?" Angelina asked.

"It's just Megan and I called it off. That Hufflepuff quidditch player Justin asked her out today, thank Merlin." Fred told her. Angelina lit up in curiosity.

"Really" Angelina asked.

"You seem enthusiastic on this! Why? Do you want to date me or something Angie?" Fred playfully winked at her. Angelina giggled as her insides fluttered.

Angelina scoffed. "Oh please. Are you ever going to settle down with just one girl Fred?"

"Well, I dunno. It can't be just any girl. She has to be special."

"You keep saying that. Does she have to be special in order for you to treat her well or something?" Angelina laughed. Fred laughed along with her.

"What's so funny about that? I treat you well Angie!"

"Haha, yeah. Saying 'Get over it' when I tell I'm cold is real good treatment."

"But you know I'm only joking." Fred nudged Angelina. "You're my best girl mate. You're not like any other girls. You're special to me."

Angelina paused for a moment and rethought of the word 'special'. "How special"

Fred realized what he just said out loud.

"Oh!" He laughed awkwardly. "Not that special. But like friend special. You know?"

"Oh. Yeah" Angelina laughed along with him.

Nearly a moment later they had heard the sounds of explosions, music and cheers from the Gryffindor common room. It was time to get in to the portrait hole.

"After you" Fred grinned. Fred went quickly in after Angelina did.

Fred quickly went over to chat with his brothers and Harry, while Angelina was in a corner with Katie and Alicia chatting away.

"What took you so long back there?" Katie asked.

"Oh, it was nothing. Oliver and I got into some stupid fight and then Fred and I talked. Then, Megan Jones came up to him and apparently they've broken up." Angelina casually told them.

The two gasped followed by really's and why's.

"She's after that third year Hufflepuff Justin. That's good for the both of them though. Fred wanted out of it anyway."

"So why do you care?" Alicia asked.

"Yeah, aren't you with Oliver?" Katie added in.

"Well, I don't know, I was thinking—"

"Lina" A voice called out.

Angelina spun around to see Oliver standing over the table.

"Can we talk?"

Angelina turned around to the girls and exchanged glances with them. She got up and talked to Oliver.

"What do you want?" Angelina asked him, arms crossed, pretending not to care what he'd said.

"I just wanted to apologize for the way I was acting today. What I'd said was stupid and wrong of me and quidditch doesn't come first. It's you. It's always you." Oliver took Angelina's hands and stared down at her with sincereity.

"Do you really mean that Oliver?" Angelina asked.

"From the bottom of my heart I mean it Angelina. I love you, I don't want to lose you, so what do you say we make up?"

Angelina was in another state of shock.

I love you…

Her mind was rushing with things right now. How maybe it was too soon or maybe it was too late to say it, how she really liked Oliver although he'd said such a horrible thing to her.

Although…they were going out for a while, and he was always very nice and sweet to her when he wanted to be. She'd tell him how he felt but she wouldn't rush things at all.

"Oliver, I love you too." Angelina smiled at him. Oliver's face had a dopey grin on it as he kissed her with his hands on her cheeks for a long time. People had began to observe and clap and cheer for the two. The twins were nearby playing with Ron's pet rat until they'd over heard the cheering.

"What's all the ruckus?" Fred looked over at the crowd. George ran over to see and turned around almost laughing.

"You do not want to see brother." George told him, naturally known for wanting to see things he shouldn't, Fred looked over the crowd to see Angelina and Oliver embraced in a long, passionate kiss.

Fred turned around. He had no expression on his face and even had nothing to say about the ordeal. This time he'd really have to deal with the fact that Angelina was just his 'loyal best guy mate'—if that anymore. After all, he shouldn't have had to worry about anything at that moment: He was sixteen, he'd just won the quidditch house cup for two years in a row, he was single away from Megan Jones and last but not least: the quidditch world cup was coming up this summer.

There were going to be a lot of things to keep his mind off of Angelina Johnson that summer.