We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something that we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have. - Unknown

"I fucking know it was you, Jess!" Oliver Wood shouted, chasing me along my morning run's trail.

"It wasn't!" I shouted back, doing my best to keep my balance on the uneven ground

"The whole tower had to evacuate because YOU set off dung bombs!"

"Technically YOU set them off!" I grinned, right before I got my foot caught in a tangled vine as I went to run around a greenhouse.

Then, Wood landed on top of me.

"I know you did it." He snarled, squeezing my hands in his as he kept them pinned by my head

"I did not set the bloody dung bombs in your dormitory!"

"If it wasn't you, then why was my wand stuck in a half eaten mold of strawberry gelatin?!"

Fuck me and my gluttonous ways..

But! Let's stop for a sec to appreciate that sheer brilliance.

Nice touch if I do say so myself. Was Stevie's idea. But I'm taking credit.

"I didn't do it!"

He huffed and shifted his weight around on my belly, cutting off my air supply.

"Admit you did it!" Oliver shouted, looking completely flustered.

His hair was sticking up in odd places, his morning scruff was visible, as well as the bags under his wide, furious eyes.

I smirked, lifting my head as far I could. "I. Didn't. Do. It."

Oliver let out a frusterated growl as he ran his hands over his face.

And me, being the opportunistic person that I am, took the chance to punch him in the belly and scurry away the moment he fell back on his giant arse.

I smiled in triumph as I heard his coughs and gasps for breath, "Sucker!"

"Behold," I whispered, "The strong and mighty Gryffindor.."

Kara giggled as we crounched further down behind the main stairway.

"About a million kilograms of pure muscle and terrible pranks."

I stuffed a heaping spoonful of my banana nut oatmeal into my mouth as I watched Wood angrily eat his breakfast, shooting anyone who even glanced his way a death glare.

"Watch as he indulges, yet again, in a gloriously delicious stack of pancakes,"

You see, we've been over here for quite a while.

Kara is only here to support my need for food, seeing as though I can't just walk into the great hall with that beast ready to pounce the moment he sees me.

Kara's giggles got a bit too loud, so I shushed her before she blew our cover.

She clapped a hand over her mouth and I continued.

"Look at his majestic scruff of facial hair taking extra care not to allow the random dribbles of syrup to fall too fast,"

Kara burst out laughing and my eyes grew wide.

"Kara!" I shrieked, booking it over to the Slytherin table.

"Ohh, Cesari!" Flint chuckled, "You've done it now!"

I smirked as I piled some breakfast meats on my platter, "Done what?"

"The whole Gryffindor tower had to be evacuated around half five this morning because of the dung bombs,"

My mouth hung, but quickly came back into a grin, "I thought that was a lie!"

"No!"

"McGongall has a hunch it was you, but Snape's been holding her off with the weasel twins record."

Well, thank Merlin for that.

I smiled as I muched on some bacon.

My eyes skimmed across the great hall and finally settled on those deep chocolate irises that I've been trying to avoid.

Wood's eyes narrowed for a moment, then he smirked.

Why is he smirking?

My breath started getting shaky as he stood from his place and slowly, with his eyes never leaving mine, made his way over.

Numerous voices erupted from my table when he got here, each shouting about how a Gryffindor isn't allowed near us, how they suck and what not.

Oliver simply ignored them.

Instead, he placed both hands on the table then crouched slightly to meet my face.

I could feel his long, slow breaths tickle my nose.

"Well, well, Cesari. I must say I'm impressed. Not many people get to hit me with bins, leave me in corridors to die, plant dung bombs in my room, make me-"

"Have you quite finished?" I snapped, somehow regaining my courage

A tiny twitch in the corner of his lip was noted, "No, I've not quite fini- actually, I have a idea."

I rolled my eyes and stuffed some more food between my lips, before sarcastically saying, "You don't say?"

"We do five challenges of a select audiences choosing-"

"What audience?"

He shot me an annoyed look, "If you'd let me finish you would know."

I narrowed my eyes. Who does he think he is?

"Don't speak to her like that!"

Ahh, Miles. How I love you.

"Yeah, don't talk to me like that!"

Wood sneered at Miles, but continued. "Like I was saying, we do five challenges of a select audiences choosing. Only Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs to be fair, and if I win; you have to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend. Spend the entire time with me. Breakfast and all."

My eyes widened. I looked over to my friends, hoping one would intervene but it looked as if everyone was waiting on me.

"And if you win-" Wood began again, but I cut him off knowing full well what I wanted.

"If I win, I want you to leave me alone. For good."

The way his eyebrows knitted together made me believe he was mulling over all of the possibilities.

He slipped his tongue over his bottom lip and let out a small breath before nodding.

"Okay. Library. Half eight tonight." He said, stretching his hand out for mine.

"Okay," I said confirmed, leisurely taking his large hand in mine.

We shook twice, but he took a little longer to let go.

My eyes met his once more, and I tried to take my hand back but he held it a bit longer.

"I know somewhere inside that heart if yours, you still love me."

I ripped my hand from his and grimaced. "You know nothing."

Leave it to him to bring back the very memories I've worked so hard to keep out.

~:~:FLASHBACK:~:~

Oliver and I were outside in his backyard, having a bit of one on one in the rain despite his mother's constant warnings about getting sick from the weather.

I was picking apart his keeping for the umpteenth time and faked a move to the left.

He fell into my plot and I scored to the right.

"You cheat!" He shouted, not bothing to chase after the quaffle that was soaring down to the slippery grass.

"Did not!" My eyebrows knitted together as I punched his arm.

Our clothes were clinging to our bodies and I couldn't help but blush when I saw the outline of his newly formed biceps.

He rolled his eyes, nodding for me to follow him to our tree house we built with our father's a few years ago.

I followed behind and sat cross legged on the wooden floor, catching the bag of crisps and juice pouch he sent sailing my way.

"Good game, though." I nodded in agreement with a thumbs up, crushing the crisps within the package and pouring them in my mouth.

"You know, there's something I want to tell you." He said, his head turning to face the floor. "I'm not sure how you'll take it,"

My heart fluttered. "I need to tell you something, too."

"Okay, you first." Oliver poked the straw through his juice pouch and took a long sip.

"I-I uhm, well.." I stammered, not entirely sure how you go about telling your best friend you somehow fell in love with him.

"Go on," He pushed, popping open his package of crisps.

I turned away from him and began running my hand up and down the first place trophy Oliver and I won in our Little Quidditch League championship three years back.

"Right, okay." I took a deep breath and blurted, "I love you."

Spinning around to face him, he smiled. "I love you too,"

"No, Oliver. I love you. Like love-love you." My jaw was clenched.

His face was unreadable as he slowly placed his snack on the ground, avoiding eye contact.

I sighed, inching my way to the door.

I knew this was a terrible idea.

"Like that, can't sleep- can't eat- higher than the sky- world cup kind of thing?"

I nodded, kicking around Oliver's tattered old keeper's glove.

"I have a girlfriend," I heard him say softly.

My heart felt as if it was ripped from my chest and torn into thousands of tiny pieces.

I turned the handle, grabbed my broom and sped off into the dark grey sky.

At least the rain would help hide the tears.

~:~:END FLASHBACK:~:~

Oliver gazed at me a moment longer before swiftly making his exit from the great hall.

There's no way he cared.

If he did he would have ran after me that day.

But he didn't, did he?

I felt the supressed aggression building up inside of my chest like it had for the last two years.

Every ounce of anger I've ever had toward Oliver went into every goal I made, every pass I gave, and every kick off into the air.

That's maybe why I'm such a bloody prodigy.

If only my fans knew.

If only my fans knew hatred fueled my soul.

If only they knew I was just a patheticly stupid girl who fell for a boy she can't have.

I wonder what they'd think of me then.

The sound of someone clearing their throat broke me from my thoughts.

"Mind telling us what that was all about?" Daphne raised a brow.

"Yeah," Kara nodded. "You even stopped eating."

"What did he mean you still love him?" Cassius barked. His forehead scrunched in frusteration

"And what did-" I tuned them out, shoving a handful of bacon into my mouth then collecting my bag.

I basically ran out of the great hall.

I am already 95% done with this week and it's only Monday!

And only second period.

Potions consisted of Wood sending notes my way and me burning them as he watched.

So, guess what he did.

He somehow, and I don't know how this happened, charmed my stack of parchment to spell out anything that he wrote on his.

Needless to say, Snape aquired quite a bit of ash on one of his desks.

I also only had three sheets of parchment left.

But you know what?

Wood's not in my transfiguration class.

What's that? Sweet freedom!

Also, I am apparently on McGonagall's shit list because I slapped her keeper with a bin and left a considerable amount of damage to his head even though you can't even see a scratch, and APPARENTLY set off enough dung bombs to clear out Gryffindor tower- but I still maintain my innocence. Ha.

Now I'm stuck in the empty desk in front of hers until I 'learn to act accordingly'.

What she obviously doesn't understand is, I'm famous.

People love me.

Well, with the exception of Chudley Cannon fans and most of the Hogwarts female population now that word got out about Oliver and I's challenge tonight.

My bench creaked as an extra weight settled on it and books slapped the table.

My eyes flickered up to meet a pair of chocolate brown ones. I groaned.

"Now, now. Don't be too excited to see me, sugar."

I gently banged my head against the table.

Wood wasn't even in this class.

"You're not even in this lesson!" I whined.

He chuckled. "Flitwick caught himself on fire. Had a few burns that needed to be treated, so he sent us here."

What did I do to deserve this? Is it the pranks? 'Cause I'll stop!

No, no I won't. I really shouldn't try to lie to myself.

"Wood, would you mind moving back a few seats?"

I smirked into my fresh parchment as McGonagall had him pick up his things.

She got into her lesson and was scribbling something onto her chalk board when she called, "Cesari-"

"Which one?" I questioned. The two slags who tried to ruin my life were just in the back.

"You. What are the three D's of apparation?"

My forehead scrunched. I have no idea, but-

"Don't splinch yourself, do remember where you want to go even if it does change. You should really focus on it because like the first D, you don't want to splinch yourself 'cause that would probably hurt a whole ton even though I've never done it myself but I'm willing to bet Oliver Wood's left leg that it does, and-"

"Hey!" Wood protested

"Miss Cesari!"

She pinched the bridge of her nose, "I award Slytherin no points, you'd think those tutors of yours would have taught you something useful."

Maybe you shouldn't of asked me the question then, Professor Sassy-pants.

With one eyebrow raised and a slight smirk on my face, I leaned into the desk, tucking my feet under the bar on the stool. "A simple, 'wrong' would have done just fine, professor. Although I'm sure I was right on one of them."

"Destination, determination, and deliberation. They are the three D's."

"I said destination! And determination! Maybe not those exact words, but I had it!"

McGonagall's lips thinned as she was trying to keep her cool, but before she could scold me once more, Wood piped up.

"Professor, I could help her if you don't mind. I can't see too well back here, anyway."

My eyes widened.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no! NO!

I held my breath as McGongall glanced at my horrified expression.

The corners of her lips twitched. "Very well, Wood."

Son of a bezoar.

The wood creaked on the bench as Wood placed his fat arse down on it.

I huffed, folding my arms over my chest.

"Hey, love." I frowned.

"Go away."

"Come with me, babe." He winked

The Gryffindor girls behind us began whispering profusely.

"Don't be needy, it's not a good look. And stop with the stupid pet names."

"Any look is a good look for me, honey buns." I scoffed.

The annoying girls behind us gasped.

I bit my tongue. "Go back to your seat."

He tried to grip my hand, "Only if you come with me, peaches. You remember my sight isn't too good."

I snatched my hand out of his and hid it between my thighs.

The girls were leaning to the table on their left, whispering and glancing toward us every now and again.

I felt my temper rising, but I knew I had to keep calm.

I can't risk something leaking in the tabloids..

"Leave me alone." I hissed, my eyes never leaving the board in front of me.

I didn't have to look at him to know he had that stupid bloody smirk on his face.

"That just isn't possible. You're mine and you know it."

Numerous surprised breaths were taken in behind us.

"Are you kidding me?" I scowled.

Between him and these god forsaken girls I am about to flip my shit.

"No, sugar buns." Wood traced his middle and forefinger down my arm.

I shrugged him off, shooting daggers into his eyes. "Don't touch me!"

"Cesari! I will not tolerate shouting in my lesson. One more interruption from you and you'll find yourself back in detention."

I'm sure I looked like a gaping fish.

Does she not hear this arsehole?

My eyebrows knitted together.

"He's taunting me!" I gestured to Wood with both hands

A grin took over his face. "Professor, I was merely trying to explain the apparation process to her."

I huffed, "You liar!"

"Enough!" McGongall's narrowed eyes burned into my skin. "Detention after supper tomorrow night, Cesari."

I growled.

My chest was heaving as I let out short, frusterated breaths.

This must be a joke.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'll get-" Wood tried to speak but my irritation caught up to him when I punched him in his face.

Wood fell off the side of the bench, clutching his face.

Gryffindor's gasped and Slytherin's laughed.

"You got me in trouble on purpose you sodding-"

"Cesari! Get out!" McGongall shrieked, rushing to her keeper's side.

I quickly collected my things and stomped out of the room.

If Rita freaking Skeeter finds out about this she'll have my arse on a silver platter.

It's been twenty minutes since I stomped out of that old coot's lesson and I've polished off two packages of licorice wands and am currently working on two sugar quills- both strategically placed on either side of my tounge so I can have maximum coverage for flavor.

Innovative, I know.

I was currently sitting on a bench in the court yard, filling out my teams weekly improvement stats and enjoying the peace until someone plopped down beside my hunched over body.

"Hey, beautiful. Shouldn't you be in transfiguration?"

Exhaling slowly, I tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear then closed my book.

"I got kicked out."

I stuffed my book back into my bag while I chewed the sugar quills from their sticks.

"Shouldn't you be in your lesson, ?"

I caught a glimpse of his smile out of the corner of my eye as I stretched my legs.

"No, I have a free period. Apparently Trelawney's feeling a bit under the weather."

I nodded in acknowledgement.

"So, since you're free and I'm free, why don't we hang out until next lesson?"

My head turned to face him and I smiled. "Okay."

Cedric quickly stood and offered me his hand, "Hungry?"

Pfft, what kind of question is that? "Always."

He chuckled, "Let's go then. Mum's sent me a whole ton of sweets she made and I need someone to help eat them before they go to waste."

Cedric led me to a small staircase on the right of the Great Hall.

Carefully, I stepped down. Not wanting to utterly humiliate myself today.

He was already standing infront of stacks of barrels and was tapping a short tune on the one in the middle

The top to the barrel swung open.

We stepped inside and I took in my surroundings.

It was a shorter room, the ceilings not quite as high as the dungeons.

It had windows all around and I must say I was a bit jealous since I was stuck in the dungeons under the black lake.

Almost everything was yellow and black, exactly like how the other common rooms are with their own house colors.

"A massive change from the dungeons, yeah?" Cedric smirked, slinging an arm over my shoulders.

I nodded. He steered me to another barrel top and pulled it open, revealing a tunnel with doors on both sides.

His arm dropped from my shoulders, then he gripped my hand in his.

I took this time to see if these doors had names on them, and guess what?

They didn't!

This is an injustice! This is the second bloody house who doesn't have names on their doors!

I huffed in annoyance at Hogwart's futile attempts to bring the Slytherin's down.

"Here we are," Cedric gave a small smile, opening a door.

His room looked the same as my boys, except for the colors of coarse.

I plopped down on an arm chair that was in the corner of the room and waited patiently as Cedric pulled a package from his trunk.

"Come here." He said, kicking his shoes off and leaning back on his bed.

One of his hand held the package and his other arm was out stretched, waiting for me to fill the empty space.

I kicked off the black ballet flats that I chose to wear this morning and hopped under his arm.

Using one hand, he pulled the string that held the package together and I grinned when I saw the assortment of brownies, cheesecake, cookies, and cake pops.

"I love your mum." I said. He laughed as he pulled two plastic forks literally out of thin air.

I opened my mouth to ask which would taste best since, because well, you're supposed to alway eat the worst thing first and save the best for last- but before I even got a word out he shoved a forkful of cheesecake in my mouth.

He grinned and patted my back while I choked in shock but the moment I actually got to taste the creamy deliciousness I was done for.

"This is amazing!" I moaned, snatching the fork from his hands and stabbing at the cake once more.

I was about to shove the heap in my mouth, but he grabbed the fork and placed it back in the package, setting it off to the side.

"Hey, I-" I began to protest but he cut me off with his lips.

One of his hands cupped my cheek while he held himself up with the other.

His lips were warm and soft, practically begging for me to bite them.

And so I did.. Gently, of coarse.

He responded quickly, nibbling back on my bottom lip then slowly gliding his tongue over it, aiming for access.

But did I grant it? No.

Know why? Because I don't know how to tongue kiss.

He slid his tongue over my lip once more, but they didn't budge.

Cedric exhaled slowly, pulling his face back up from mine..

"What's the matter?" He asked, his eyes going from my eyes to lips and back again.

I'm sure I could give a fire truck a run for it's money right now, I opened my mouth to speak but the words just wouldn't form.

Nice going, idiot. Now he's gonna think you're a bloody pansy.

"Have you ever done this before?" He raised his brow, gently running his forefinger down my cheek.

I shook my head, my face getting hotter by the second.

Why must I find ways to humilate myself?

Cedric chuckled, "Don't worry about it. We'll take it slow."

He didn't even let me respond before his lips were back on mine.

"When I lick your lip, open your mouth. Don't think too much, just do what feels natural." He murmered, then bit my bottom lip again.

I hummed in response as he went in for the kill.

Then, next thing you know I'm straddling his lap massaging his tongue with my own after a few minutes.

My worries of the day totally forgotten and more importantly- thoughts of Oliver were nonexistant.

His hands were traveling up and down my back until they rested just above my bum, his fingertips barely brushing the waistband of my skirt.

RRRRRRRRINNG!

The sound of the bell broke us apart, both panting and hot. I hopped off of Cedric and quickly slid on my flats and grabbed my back, running out of his room and out of Hufflepuff's basement all together.

I can't believe that just happened!
What would daddy say?

What would Stevie do if he found out?

You weren't raised like that, Cesari.

I nodded, finger combing my hair as I rushed up the stairs to charms.

Whatever I do, I can't let that happen again.

I sighed, tossing my bag on my usual desk.

The only good thing to come of that is that Oliver didn't cross my mind not once while I was with Cedric.

Wait..That's it!

I smirked at my genius.

The only way to get over something old is to replace it with something new!

You're an idiot. You can't possibly believe that. What about your old blue stuffed dinosaur that your old dog Zino ripped to shreads? Daddy bought you a new one and you didn't want it because-

That was different!

Is most definitely not.

I hushed my inner voice and sat back on my bench with a smirk on my face, waiting for my guys to arrive and for class to begin.

"Jess, we just can't prank Filch!"

"Psh, yes we can and we are. Now hurry up before he notices his wand is gone and that cat nip will only keep that bloody thing away for so long.."

I should probably explain what's going down right now, huh? Well, the rest of my day went by in a blur. Signed a few autographs here and there, even took a few photos but anyway! I - like always - had the fabulous idea to raise a little hell to a certain member of the staff who recently got me detentions with Oliver freaking Wood. It took quite a bit of searching amongst the grounds, but Miles and I finally found some animal feces that we decided to put in a bag and set on fire. If you must know, I didn't pick it up. Oh no, I drew the line there. Miles had to wingardium leviosa that shit up because I was not having it.

"But it smells!"

"It's poo! Do you want it to smell like roses?"

He groaned in response as we set up our mini camp at the top of the stair case. We got down on our stomachs and levitated the tiny brown bag down to the ground.

"Oh Merlin, Filch is gonna kill us.." Miles sighed, raking his hands down his face to wipe away the imaginary sweat.

I rolled my eyes and shot a bit of fire toward the bag as soon as I heard the familiar grunting and complaining.

Miles giggled a bit and I had to slap my hand over his mouth before he got us caught.

"Is that a student? What are you doing out past curfew?"

It's not past curfew, dingbat.

I rolled my eyes.

"Merlin's beard! It's a fire!" A giant cheshire smile was plastered on my face as I watched him search for his wand all over his body with no such luck.

"This one's out of control!" He threw his hands up in the air and stomped on the bag much to our pleasure.

We were rolling on the floor in fits while he took his boot off and sniffed it

"It's poo! I'll kill ya damn kids! I swear it!"

We were in hysterics as he hobbled away, waving the soiled boot above his head in anger shouting

"He's so mad!" Miles choked out only to double over again.

I glanced down at Mi's watch and sighed. Time for the challenge.

I arranged for the guys to meet us at the library and luckily, with no trips, falls, cuts, or bruises on my part we made it there in less than five minutes.

I took the seat opposite of Wood right outside of the restricted section and got comfy.

"Right!" A very tall, chubby girl in Ravenclaw robes began, "First is the chubby bunny challenge! You each pop one of these here marshmallows in your mouth and say 'chubby bunny' until you are physically incapable."

Oliver and I nodded as the girl placed a bowl of the sweets under our noses. "Good."

"Ready? Steady? Go!"

I popped one in, "Chubby bunny."

Then another, "Chubby bunny."

Another, "Chubby bunny."

And another, "Chubby bunny."

Again, "Chubby bunny."

Using my tongue to press the sweets against my cheek, I stuffed another in. "Chubby bunny."

"Wood's got in eight, Cesari's got six!"

A low growl eminated from my throat and I stuffed in two just because.

He isn't going to beat me. "Shubba oonie"

Oliver smirked the best he could as he pushed three more in his big mouth.

My eyes narrowed.

So, doing the only logical thing at the time, I packed in four more marshmallows.

Take that, Wood! "Shubbine-undie"

Oliver popped in two more. I cringed as I spit out the frothy mess.

He won. That bastard beat me. By one!

"I win, love." He smirked after he swallowed the substance.

"Wood's had thirteen, Cesari had twelve."

"Next challenge!" The Weasley twins sang, coming forward from the sidelines.

I rolled my eyes as they slid tiny glass jars before each of us. "Baby food stand off!"

The girl piped up, "Each of you have to polish off each of these four jars,"

"Cesari, you have; carrots, peaches, turkey with gravy, and custard."

"Wood, you have; sweet potatoes, apple sauce-"

"Why does he get apple sauce!" I protested.

That was the best one!

"They were chosen at random," The Weasleys smirked. Liars.

"-fruit medley and sweat peas." The girl finished. I glared at Wood.

The Weasley's handed him a red baby spoon and I, a green one.

"Okay, take the lids off." The girl instructed. We did. "Ready, steady, go!"

I tipped the first jar in my mouth, immediately regretting it as soon as it slithered down my throat.

"This taste like child abuse!" I shouted, glaring at the label. 'Turkey with gravy', I think I've found the reason why babies cry..

Wood was shoving spoonfuls down his yap so I quickly tilted the jar back and scraped the remaining bits out and into my mouth, internally cursing the maker of this repulsive product.

I tossed the empty jar to the side and grabbed the next, repeating the process.

"Oh my god! Why do people hate their babies?" I shrieked, pinching my nose as I let the thick goo slide down my throat.

Scraping the remaing bits of the nastiness called 'carrots' I tossed that jar at a Weasley. By mistake of coarse.

Wood was only on his second and I on my third.

I snatched the custard jar and piled it all in and tossed it to the side. Thanks for the possible diabetes scare I may have after this..

The peaches seemed a bit runny so I allowed it to fill my mouth with every last drop and I swallowed.

"I win." I smirked.

Take that, Wood!

"Okay, it's a tie. Three left!" The girl tossed a small red onion in each of our hands.

"First one to finish the whole onion wins." What the bloody hell is wrong with these people.

Oliver and I shared the same look of worry at one another. I let the onion touch my teeth, the smell alone was enough to make me gag and I didn't even break the skin yet!

We took a bite at the same time. Both of our faces twisted in disgust as we chewed.

But when we remembered it was a challenge, it went down. We chomped and chomped, ocassional bits of onion fell from parts of our lips. We were so close to the finish.

Our friends cheered us on as we choked down the last bites. I had one more. Just one more and I was done.

We popped in our last bites at the same time and we chewed manically. I quickly swallowed the half chewed consistancy and opened my now empty mouth just a second after Oliver.

"Wood wins!" My back was patted as I coughed a few times.

"Okay, the next challenge is," The Weasley's placed a quaffle before each of us."Who can headbutt the quaffle the most amount of times."

I smirked. I so had this in the bag. We both stood and moved a fair distance away from each other.

The crowded quietly chanted, "Three, two, one, go!"

We threw the quaffle into the air and head butted it for the first time.

Then for a second.

And for a third.

And a fourth.

Fifth.

Sixth.

Seventh.

People were losing hope of this ever ending after we both hit sixty.

Wood's knees wobbled a bit as he tried to lean over for his sixty-second headbutt but he missed!

I hit my quaffle for the sixty-third time and caught it in my hands when it came back down.

"HA! I win!" I shouted, earning multiple pats on the back from my friends as I walked back to the table.

"Final challenge." The girl smiled, holding a bag of mouth traps above her head.

"You have to take three mouse trap slaps and not make any sort of face. Whoever makes a face, loses."

My eyebrows knitted together. "They'll be placed on your fingers." I glared at the smirking girl.

Who let these arseholes choose the challenges?

I bit my lip as we set our pinky, middle and thumb fingers up so a member of our audience of our choosing could slap our hand down, thus making the traps possibly cut our fingers off..

"Who is your choice, Cesari?" The girl asked.

"Graham." I settled for. Seeing as though the other guys looked as if they'd jump across the table and kill Oliver at any second.

Graham strolled over, placing his left hand around my left wrist and his other on my right shoulder. He gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Wood?"

"Rob." He nodded over to a shorter dark haired boy with lots and lots of stubble on his face.

The guy wrapped his hand around Wood's wrist, ready to slap it down.

The crowed bagin chanting again, "Three, two, one, go!"

Graham slammed my wrist down, letting the mousetraps squeeze my finger tips.

I shrieked in pain, not able to bear it as I watched the blood ooze from my middle finger.

"Wood wins!" The Weasley's cheered. I scowled, untrapping my fingers and sucking the blood from my knuckle.

"See you saturday, babe." Oliver wiggled his eyebrows, set himself free and followed his posse out of the library.

"Bastard." I sneered.

So, I watched Billy Madison and may have had a bit of inspiration lol...

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