"Oliver Wood, you son of a bitch!" I shrieked, wiping my eyes free of the neon blue goo that covered my entire head and body.

Faint laughter was heard as well as a quick flash of a camera.

I growled as I move to stand, only to slip back down again.

Huffing in frustration I scooted out of the goo, kicked off my trainers from his morning's workout and ran after the arse who was booking it down the corridor.

"I'm going to rip your throat out!" I threatened, my feet pounding the stone floors

Wood only barked out another laugh and plunged up the stairs two by two.

That only added to my anger seeing as though I was blessed to have the shortest legs in the bloody world.

"Conjunctivitis!" I shouted, aiming a blinding spell for his head, but his keeping abilities pulled through as he dodged my attack.

The sound of his laughter rang through the empty stair well at this early hour of 7am.

"Densaugeo!" I chanted, throwing another flash of emerald green light his way, he barely dodging my second curse

Taking a sharp left, I slipped on the shiny floor because my foolish self forgot to leave my bloody socks off three flights down, but quickly recovered and was hurrying after the git once more.

The Gryffindor common room not far ahead of us, I called out- "Imperturbable!"

Oliver Wood collided against the new force that I built, sending him tumbling to the hard ground with a loud groan whilst holding his abnormally large head.

"You just can't leave me alone?" I tutted, making slow strides toward him, my wand at the ready.

"Jess, I-"

"Shut up!" I glowered. "You think this-" I gestured toward my sticky, blue hued body. "Is funny?"

He went to open his mouth once more as I took one last step toward him, but closed it immediately.

"Stupefy!" I shouted, pointing my wand at him one last time.

I removed the barrier and left the arse alone in the corridor, roughly slapping away the drips of goo dripping down my forehead.

We'll see who has the last laugh, you bloody Gryffindor.

My eyes fluttered open slowly, the strong scent of disinfectant infiltrating my nostrils.

With a low groan, I clutched my hand over my eyes to cover the bright light that was now shooting a sharp pain through my forehead.

"Oh, good. You're up." Madam Pomfrey's shrill voice said. "Do you remember what happened to you, Wood?"

The mere memory of Jessica Cesari turning her wand on me made my face twist into a scowl.

"Cesari.." I growled, flinging the thin hospital blanket off of my body and forcing myself to stride out of the ward despite Pomfrey's protests.

Fucking Jessica Cesari.

Another growl left my throat as my eyes fixed on the clock just down the corridor.

01:27

I've been in the hospital for five hours?!

Ignoring the throbbing in my head, I took the stairs two at a time until I was in securely in my dorm.

"Alright, Wood?" Rob spoke, an amused grin tracing his lips as I paced by window over looking the pitch.

My eyes snapped to him and instantly narrowed, making his grin falter a bit.

"Easy, mate. I've heard Cesari sent you to the hospital again. What's that? Three times now?" He snickered, folding his arm behind his head. "How are things with her, anyw- Ow!"

I chucked my quaffle at him, smacking him right in the face. "I'm not exactly fond of her at this time.."

Rob chuckled once more and puckered his lips toward the door, "Let's eat, i'm starving."

Quickly changing into some mesh shorts and a fitted cotton top, I followed Rob out of the door and down to the great hall.

My eyes instantly landed on Cesari, who was in her usual spot, scarfing down food while talking with her mouth full.

I frowned.

The moment I saw that big, lopsided grin grace her face, it was if all of my anger and frustration toward her vanished.

"Wood? Alright there, lad?" George questioned, as I still not so subtly eyed the Slytherin table.

"Cesari's got him all worked up!" Rob teased from beside me.

Without missing a beat, I slapped the back of his head the moment I peeled my eyes from her.

"So, the slime worked?" Fred asked with a slight smirk on his face. I nodded, starting to fill my plate with an assortment of meats and beans.

"Got him hexed pretty good and sent to the hospital, too." Rob chuckled, again. I rolled my eyes but kept on eating.

Halfway through, I noticed Cesari stand up to leave, holding a finger up to say she'd only be a moment.

I smirked. What a perfect time to catch her.

Mumbling about having to use the restroom, I hurried out of the great hall, turning to the right where I saw her walk out the side doors, leading to the court yard.

Cesari cautiously peered over her shoulder as she took a step on the trail toward the quidditch pitch, right before I could step out of the entrance.

I tucked myself behind one of the pillars until she swiveled back around on her way.

Cautiously, I moved probably fifty paces behind her, my eyes narrowed the whole way down.

Spinning on her heels around once more, I barely got the chance to hop behind a tree.

"Cedric?" She spoke.

My teeth grinded together. What the fuck would he be out here for?

Cesari shrugged and went back on her way.

I crept slowly behind, careful not to make noise.

My nose wrinkled in disgust as I watched her whisper a charm onto the Gryffindor locker room's door and quickly slip in, not bothering to close the door behind her.

Not wasting a second, I burst into the room, angrily slamming the door shut.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I snapped, looking about the room but she was no where to be seen.

With my features twisting in confusion, I called out, "Cesari?"

Jumping down from my perch behind the door, I hopped onto Oliver's back, snaking both arms around his neck for a choke hold.

"I knew you were following me, you over sized git!"

Tightening my grip as he tried to pry my arms from him, he tried to flip me over his head, but quick as a flash, I wrapped my legs around his torso, locking my ankles together. Officially latched onto the prat.

"Why were you following me, Wood?" I demanded, squeezing tighter until he started stumbling toward one of the benches placed in front of the lockers.

"I...can't-" Oliver choked, "I can't...breath,"

I smirked in response. "Good, maybe you'll leave me the bloody hell alone if you-"

Before I could finish my sentence, he some how Hercules-ed himself out of my vise grip and now had me pinned on the bench, my wrists pinned above my head and him sitting on my hips.

"As fun as that was, doll face, tell me what you were about to do in here."

I struggled against his strength. "Get your head out of your arse-"

"Tell me!" He roared, his face dangerously close to mine.

His nose literally less than a centimeter away from me.

Turning my cheek, I dramatically coughed twice. "I think you need a mint, Wood. Your breath is almost as bad as your keeping."

I smirked as he growled, lifting my wrists then slamming them back down harshly.

I almost winced.

But personal satisfaction is not a thing I feel he deserves.

"There is nothing fucking wrong with my keeping! I have the highest accuracy ratings in the whole school! Puddlemere scouts spoke to me this past summer!"

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the poor circulation in my hands. "Ooo, Puddlemere." I stuck my tongue out and blew a raspberry. "Where are they in the ranks this season? Oh yes, two spots below the Goblins. I made Godfrey cry, you know? He couldn't block not one quaffle in all sixty-eight goals I tried on him. Moaned about it to the Prophet and Quidditch Weekly for ages! He-"

"Shut up!" Oliver shouted, a tiny drop of his saliva making contact with my chin.

"You disgusting swine! You got your filthy spit on me! Wipe it off this instant, Oliver Wood or so help me-"

"You'll what?" That stupid smirk was slowly creeping back onto his face.

If I thought his face was close before, it was nothing compared to now..

The tip of his nose traced the outline of my jaw then without any warning, I felt a moist trail go up my face!

"You licked me!" I screeched, wriggling around, desperately trying to escape his clutches.

"Get off me!" I shrieked as he licked my other cheek, then my forehead and chin.

The vibrations from his chuckles made me shake in frustration. "Oliver Wood, get the fu-"

"Woof!" the sound of a rather large dog as it bounded into the locker room caught mine and Oliver's attention

"Arr-woof!" The dog barked again, pouncing onto Oliver, knocking him off of me and onto the unkept wooden floor.

"Ugh, get it off of me! You're getting slobber all over, you oaf!" Oliver shouted, shielding his face with his arms.

I smirked, reaching my hand out for the dog to sniff.

I read somewhere that's how dogs determine if they like you..

He licked my palm.

Good sign, right?

Deciding so, I scratched behind it's ears with my right hand and used my left to scrape the excessive amount of drool falling out of it's lips.

Wood doesn't like dog drool, huh?

I smirked as he lowered his guard on his head, only to have me slap him with a handful of slobber a second later!

I ran out quickly after that with my new found savior hot on my heels and didn't stop until I safely reached the other side of the castle, hidden between the green houses.

Squatting behind a rather large tree trunk, the giant brindle beast took a seat beside me, looking up with expectant dark eyes.

"What's your name, huh?" I asked, spinning the leather collar around on it's neck until I found the tag.

"Fang? Are you a boy?" My head tilted to the side, giving the dog a questioning look.

A moment later, the dog got up, walked over to a tree not too far from our spot and lifted his leg.

"Yup, definitely a boy." I nodded, looking at the puddle of drool he left behind to give him some privacy to do his business.

Once I figure out how to weaponize this stuff we'll see if Oliver Wood looks so smug.

"What is this trickery?" I asked to nobody in particular as I examined a gift from a fan in America. They sent me these curious little yellow boxes that have a silver retractable stick shooting out of the top and a black button the size of my thumb on the side.

"Muggle contraption," Miles said, carefully taking one of the boxes from my hands and staring at it in awe..

Muggles are fascinating people, I must say.

Instructions on the back of the packaging said that if I pressed the button on the side and held it in while I spoke, whoever I gave the other one to would hear what I said.

So, do you know what that means, my dears?

Miles and I were about to cause some distress to somebody in Hogwarts.

I smirked and lifted my head the same time as Miles did. "Let's do this,"

... A short time later...

"Nineteen to base? Nineteen to base? We have a confirmed. Over." I said, holding the button down while I peeked around the corner I was creeping behind.

"Base to nineteen? Target acquired. Permission to launch." Miles said back. I grinned.

Pulling back the slingshot, I perfectly aimed the paint filled balloon at the group of Gryffindors.

Well, no. That's a lie.

I aimed for Katie Bell.

Why?

Hmm, let's take it back for a sec-

"Sister! Why are you hiding under my bed?" Stevie asked, flipping another page of his magazine while I stuffed myself silly with licorice wands.

"Olifer's muna kill meh!"

"Oliver's going to kill you?" My brother confirmed. I nodded.

But then I remembered he couldn't see me, so I kneed the bed in response.

Stevie chuckled. "Have you heard? Oliver's ex-girlfriend apparently has the hots for him now that he has his sights set on you. Curious, isn't it?"

A twisting feeling surged through my belly and into my chest...

Rolling out from under the bed, I sat cross legged and narrowed my eyes.

"Who?" I asked, swallowing my last bit of sweets, clearly not giving a damn if I looked like this new bit of information got to me.

"Katie Bell? You didn't know?" His face was literally confused. I frowned.

That bloody chaser! I knew she was no good!

"I'll be back." I said, jumping to my feet then running out of the room.

I pulled sling back, holding the balloon in place with a finger and let it shoot when I was satisfied that it would hit the dimbo.

"Missile approaching the target in three..two.." Miles said into the walkie talkie, "ONE!"

Bright green paint splattered all over Bell's robes and Miles let out a painfully loud laugh, capturing the Gryffindor's attention.

I chuckled as I turned back to the dungeons, hearing her sobs because the house elves only do laundry on Tuesday and she had forgotten 'such second year magic' in order to clean them.

Serves her right.

"These things are amazing!" Miles laughed, slinging an arm over my shoulder. "Did you see her face?"

I smirked. "Absolutely brilliant."

Miles stared down at me and flicked my nose. "I've always hated that broad. She threw a quaffle at my jewels last season!"

I dramatically gasped, eye brows scrunching. "How dare she!"

"I know! You crossed something off my bucket list, love."

I grinned, flipping my pony tail over my shoulder. "You know me, I make wishes come true. I'm like a genie in the lamp!"

"Jess!" I heard a distant voice shout as Miles and I squeezed past a few third years in the corridor.

I whizzed around, losing my footing in the process and tumbling into a small blonde girl in Ravenclaw robes, knocking her over and apologizing profusely as I pulled us both up.

"You alright there, hun?" Cedric asked, gripping my arm lightly as I scowled at Miles who was laughing his bum off while holding onto the stone wall for support.

"I'm fine," I dismissed, smacking imaginary dirt off of my bum and thighs.

Cedric chuckled, "I'm glad to hear that. Care to take a walk with me?"

"No, thank you." I said, turning away from Cedric and shooting a rather rude gesture with my right hand at Miles, only to make him howl with laughter all over again.

I rolled my eyes, pulling the tiny packet of licorice wands out of my bra.

Stuffing two miniature wands in my mouth, I tried to be on my way back to the common room, but a certain Hufflepuff just had to block my path.

"Is this about what happened yesterday with Wood?"

My jaw clenched very slowly over the cherry flavored sweets.

I tried to move around him, but he caught me in his beautifully toned arm before I could escape.

"Don't be like that, especially over him. You don't know him like I do, lo-"

I stomped on his toes and swivled around, fully intending on taking the long way back to the dungeons.

I don't know Oliver Wood?

Me?

Me?

I'll have you know Cedric Diggory-

"I know Oliver Wood better than he knows himself!"

I got about three steps in before a pair of arms snaked around my waist, hoisting me up into the air.

"Oh, no you don't!" Cedric's annoyingly velvety voice chimed.

Pounding my fists against his back, I huffed in frusteration as he carried me down the corridor and into the Hufflepuff common room.

He squeezed the back of my calves as I slapped his bum as hard as I could.

"Let me down! You're acting just like Wood!"

And so he did, right onto his crisp white sheets.

"What did you just say to me?" Cedric's brows knitted together as he took predatory like steps toward me.

Blowing the pieces of fallen hair out of my face, I narrowed my eyes.

"You," I pointed to him, as I inched myself closer to the edge of his bed. "Are acting just," My hands were on the edge, as he moved a bit closer. "Like-"

Cedric's eyes turned into slits. "Say his name and I swear-"

"OLIVER WOOD!" I shouted just as Cedric pounced at me.

I shrieked, as I fell of of his bed and managed to pull his pillow with me.

It landed on top of my belly.

So much good that did me.

"I'm acting like that bloody git?" Cedric said in a dangerously low tone. He wasn't looking at me while he spoke and I almost was afraid.

Almost.

Pulling his legs over the side of the bed where I currently sat on the cold wooden floor with his pillow hugged against my chest, he raised his left hand and massaged his temples.

I watched for a moment as his quick breaths ceased back into normalcy.

"Come here." He beckoned with his free hand.

I eyed him warily before I gradually used my knees to make my way over to him.

Cedric released his head and used both of his arms to pull me up and nearer to him.

Burying his head in my chest, he sighed heavily as I patted his wide shoulders awkwardly.

"I don't like him." Cedric concluded, turning his head to look at me. I nodded.

"I dont either."

And I almost believed it.

Almost.

Alright. I'm a piece of crap for not updating in months..

But getting ready to head back to college and working 2 jobs takes it out of yaaa -_-

Anyway...

Sorry for updating so latee and not giving too much jess/oli time, buttt!

I will be updating a new chapter that is in the works as I type this :D

yaaaaay...

also decided to write this more like a tv series...

like, there wont be so much as a plot for the entire story over all, just like idk how to explain it, tv episodes?

ughh, you'll understand soon :P

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