Alright, so if you've read my other fanfiction, you'll know that I've decided to do little fun facts with every few chapters, about the idea, characters, inspiration, or whatever. Why? Cause I'm bored, and they sound fun.

Fun fact: Originally, Darling and Wood were supposed to kiss while they fought at the camping site. This was one of the first scenes written for this story, and most of it was thrown out or rewritten, the kiss being something that was thrown out.

"Breathe, Darling, breathe," Wood instructed, his arms wrapped tightly around me to keep me from falling off the broom.

"Land, Wood, land," I chocked sarcastically back at him, one hand digging into Wood's arm and the other clawing at my throat. I swear, he stole my hair band and shoved it over my head and around my throat. Just for his sadistic little jollies.

"No, Darling, I swear, I will get you through this. You were fine all lesson by yourself," Wood said, obviously distressed.

"Wood, get me on the fucking ground!"

"No," Wood insisted, "I've got you. Just don't look down."

"It's not the height, just GET ME ON THE GROUND!"

"Breathe!"

I attempted, for my life's sake, to take a deep breath, or even a tiny little gasp, but I just couldn't. I don't know how this started again - Wood was just hot.

I mean, err, he took off his robe, because he was hot.

God why isn't my mind working!?

Wood got sweaty, wait, no, ew, hold on, he was overheating and took off his robe. THERE! IT'S OUT! Just get out of my head!

"Darling, concentrate on getting air into your lungs. Close your eyes, open your eyes, imagine someone naked for all I care! But breathe!"
I gasped, "SHUT UP WOOD AND LAND!"

"No, I told you-"

"Damn it, Oliver," I screamed, too desperate to care what I called him.

And that was when the world fell down. Well, not the world, but Wood and I. The broom was going crazy, flinging itself every which way, showcasing Wood's astonishing lack of control. I opened my mouth in a loud scream as Wood gripped desperately at the broom, puling and pushing it in an attempt to regain a steady pace.

I swear we were going to die, even after Wood pulled the broom out of it's determined nose dive to let us land gently on the ground. "Damn it," he muttered, letting the broom fall to the ground and using his now free hand to run through his hair.

I turned on him, too angry to care that he seemed sorry, "Damn it?! DAMN IT?! No, no, damn it is something you say when you stub your toe! You just nearly got me KILLED!" Obviously, I've got no problem breathing now. "Wood, next time I tell you to land, LAND! That was the single most horrifying experience of my life! I've got a mind to clock you - I mean, what the hell were you doing up there?!"

"I was distracted, Darling," Wood said. He looked nothing short of pissed and, now that I thought about it, he probably wasn't pissed at just me. I mean, the point of our riding together was so I'd get comfortable on the broom. If I were him, I'd hate myself a little.

Maybe I should go easier on him. He didn't mean to lose control of the broom. Ew, no, that's just wrong.

Still, I couldn't bring myself to start yelling at him, and instead turned on my heel, "I'm going."

"Darling," Wood attempted lamely, "I don't know what happened up there. You know I'm..." I froze, Don't say it, don't say it. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, whatever," I responded, feeling a strange pressure at the top of my stomach, just under where my sports bra was cutting into my skin. It was a strangely sick feeling, and I desperately wanted to barf it out.

But that would just be awkward, to puke in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch. Who would have to clean that up? Filch, or Wood? Hold on, I don't care, I'm just high-tailing it out of here.

Of course, by the time I got outside the Pitch, sans Wood, my friends were all but rolling down the hill to meet me and head off on a special little trip to the Room of Requirement, a monthly tradition since fourth year so we could get together, have a good home cooked meal, and gossip like the secret girly-girls we were.

"Aly, Aly, Aly, ALY, guess what I just heard?"

I sighed as Siren gripped my arm, smirking up at her, "That... you're parents tried to give you back to the adoption center?"

"That was cruel. No, no, rumors are going around about Radeau being in Wood's tent during the camping trip. You're off the hook!"

The girls around me dissolved into giggles, but I honestly didn't know how to react. Not that I liked the rumors, but still, something definitely seemed wrong with me being replaced. And by Radeau, no less. She's the kind of girl who not only tries to not grow up, but tries to get away with being a four year old.

I mean, not growing up is fine; stay young, have fun, but this girl doesn't even want to be a teenager, much less have sex. She wears... jumpers with matching bows and ribbons and frills and she calls herself a princess. It's not a very sensible replacement, is all I'm saying. I doubt she even bothered showing up to our lesson on contraceptive charms. Cause boys have cooties, don't ya know?

"What are you lot doing out here," Wood questioned, and I turned to see him, holding the demonic piece of wood called a broom, which had split down the middle and was only just barely together, "You should be up getting dinner."

"Well, Wood, when you have friends one day, maybe they'll come pick you up from your lesson at the Quidditch Pitch."

Wood sighed, "Look, Darling, I-"

Not in front of my friends, you don't. Not after I just got over the rumors. "You're socially deranged," I cut him off, "I know. I pity you, deep down. Or maybe I don't, who cares? See ya next week."

Wood stood there, slightly slack-jawed at my reply. Before he had a chance to open his big ol' mouth again and sexually reiterate his apology, I turned and led my friends up the hill, which by the way gets steeper every time I have to walk up it. Distantly, through the loud ramblings of my friends, which I could only bring myself to nod along to, I heard Wood close the door to the Pitch and lock it.

Turning over my shoulder, I just caught a glimpse of Wood before he straddled the broken broom and took off towards the castle, spearing ahead of us silently. I gulped, strategically blocking my dream from my mind as Penny wrapped an arm around my shoulder, singing about how good it is to be a free woman.

"Well, you guys will never guess what I heard going around about Penny."

Penny bit her lip from the kitchenette in what I liked to call our apartment. A living room, a bathroom, and a full stocked kitchenette felt as much like home as my room did, "Me and... Meyers."

"No, no, he oogles too much at Weasley for people to talk about you two. I heard you and Phillips, though."

Susan's jaw dropped at Willow's news, "Me, or my brother?"

"Both," Willow responded, laughing into her drink and snorting a little, "I told everyone that she wasn't dating your brother, but I couldn't bring myself to squash the little Third Year's dreams about you two going out."

"Ew, you're using me to comfort Third years," Susan cried, throwing the pillow she had been clutching to her chest.

I snorted, "At least your rumors are for comfort. Mine were strictly for the amusement of NO ONE."

Everyone laughed as Penny started to set the table, "Oh, no, those were for the amusement of everyone."

"Sick freaks," I muttered, watching from the couch as Penny set the table. We'd help, but Penny is very particular about the way she sets the table, and it's easier to just leave her on her own.

"Those freaks had at least fourteen different ways of you and Wood getting together, though," Siren pointed out, giggling.

"I just don't understand how these rumors even came about."

"Well, I heard one group of girls claim you were both telepathic and you talked that way all through the speech at the beginning of school," Susan offered.

"My personal favorite was you fell out of a wall into his arms, naked, and he was entranced."

"Naked," I screeched, "Who the hell walks around Hogwarts naked?"

"Peeves did once," Willow commented, tapping her chin, "It wasn't pleasant."

"But you weren't always naked. A lot of the time it was just you're a slut and he was fooled by you. In the end, though, you almost always looked like a fool, or a horrible person," Susan informed me, also tapping her chin.

"Great, fabulous," I muttered, rolling my eyes as I stood.

Penny's stew was smelling particularly delicious, and suddenly this conversation just got very uncomfortable, mostly because I can pinpoint moments in my memory as to how to rumors stated. Now that'sdisconcerting.

"But, anyway, Suze, Pen, if anyone comes to you with this information," Willow commented, "And says I told them they were right, call them liars and run away."

"Great, thanks, I'm taking your stew," Susan replied, grabbing Willows spoon from her mouth and spilling it across the wooden table.

"Suze," Willow complained.
"Next time, tell them the correct orientation!"

I sighed as I sat on the couch, watching the muggle movie playing in front of me. Muggle movies weren't particularly my favorite, but the other girls love them and I get popcorn out of the deal, so I think it's worth it.

Except for right now, because everyone else is asleep and the main character looks alarmingly like Wood and the other girl is blonde and I'm pretty going to get together but until then he keeps freezing time and drawing naked women, at which point Siren throws herself over the TV.

Random words from the movie keep throwing themselves through my head, like horribly mismatched newspaper headlines poking at my cerebral cord, or whatever. The most popular one is, "Crush. It's funny how the same word for the feeling of disappointment can be used for the feeling of attraction. The Oxford English Dictionary states one of the meanings for the word crushed as "a strong and unreasoning, but transitory attachment."

I'm not even sure what transitory means!!

I really am the worst Ravenclaw ever, which yes apparently equals Head Girl.

Siren groaned as she attempted to roll onto her back next to me, only to find me in the way. She opened an eye at me, glaring it, "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

"Watching the movie you picked out," I whispered teasingly back at her.

She yawned, "I thought you might like watching a man who looks like your ex-lover become obsessed with stopping time and being an insomniac. The naked women are really just a plus for the whole lesbian episode today before dinner."

I rolled my eyes, "You really are a mean person, Cyrene Lydia Otis."

"Ew, you're disgusting," Siren complained at her full name, which somehow in my mind turned to Wood.

Alright, my mind's been turned to him most of the movie, but more intensely now. I don't know why I would think of him, though. He's not all that disgusting. I mean, yes he is, he's got no brain, or manners. But still, he can be kind of... alright. When we're on the ground and I'm breathing. And especially when there's a romantic fire, and all.

Ugh, I'm starting to sound like Ginny, I decided, wrinkling my nose. Siren poked me, "Hey, you alright? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I lied easily. I turned to her, then, deciding to lose myself completely in unnecessary prodding, "So, how's that boy I heard about at the beginning of the year?"

Siren blushed, or at least she should've been, "He's alright."

"Just alright," I questioned, shoving my elbow into her side lightly.

Siren giggled, "I think he's going to ask me out soon."

I groaned, "He still hasn't? He's had two months - do it yourself."

Siren scoffed, "Not everyone is you - I like to be pursued and wanted, instead of threatening the boy into the relationship."

"I like to be pursued," I laughed at Siren's insults.

She laughed openly at the statement, "You told Tom to either ask you out or go drown himself for teasing you!"

"Tom was a tease," I defended, giggling, "He needed to do one or the other!"

"Well, my guy is a tease, too," Siren finished, still laughing but slowly regaining composure.

"That just means-"

I was cut off by a pillow being thrown in my face, "You two laughing is like an entire pack of hyenas in my head!" Willow moaned, "Shut uuuup."

"That just means," I continued, returning to my original whispering volume, "That you need to give him the ultimatum of drowning with the Squid or dating you."

"Oh, cause that's just what I want to be compared to," She replied sarcastically, "The Squid."

"The Squid is sexy if you ignore the part where it's a squid," I responded defensively, trying desperately to not burst out laughing.

"Yeah, right, you'd better not say that in public. Suddenly there are Darling/Squid rumors flying every which way."

I rolled my eyes, turning back to the movie for it's closing scene. Hold on, did the blonde and Wood get together? I'm very torn about my feelings about that, despite the fact I'm not sure it happened. I might just steal this movie from Siren and call it a day. If only I had a TV in my room...

For a second, my mind flashed to an image of knocking on Wood's door to his room, despite the fact that I've got no idea where it is, and asking him if he wanted to watch a movie. And I was blushing, like it was a date, or something.

Ew, I'm gross.