#quiddtich

"You better get up right now or I will smack you!"

"Fine. Fine. I'm going." I say, sitting up groggily as I rub my sleepy eyes. My roommates are glaring at me, and I huff as I look at the clock noticing how it's past midnight. The shouting continues and my roommate looks and me and goed, " Get up now."

I groan as I pull off the warm sheets from my bare legs and wear by fuzzy slippers. I grab a coat and wrap it around my body as tightly as I can. I can't deal with this today is the only thing I can think of as I hear the shouting begin to get accompanied with knocks or should I say slams.

I'm in the common room and I glare at him as hard as I can. He smiles sheepishly and grabs my hand. He's wearing his quidditch uniform, why is he always wearing his quidditch uniform?

"Oliver, no! It's past curfew and I want to sleep." I huff as he starts leading me to the common room door. He grins and opens the portrait. He looks at the fat lady and says, "Don't worry. No one will know, and the fat lady won't tell. Will you?"

"Of course not, Wood, as long as you bring the house cup this year!" The fat lady says with a smile as she looks at him. He gives her a weary smile then continues to walk. They hadn't won the cup since Charlie was captain, and this year they're the closest they've been since.

I would wonder where I'm being taken but knowing my best friend long enough I already know. Its even colder outside the castle. The stands are higher up in the air and it feels like I'm getting closer to the north pole. I shiver and I say, "don't you think we spend enough time here without coming after hours."

The quidditch pitch, the place where I'm certain Oliver spends more time in than classes practicing and I stay there watching him practice with a good book in my hands, only every once in a while giving him a thumbs up in encouragement. I don't really understand the game.

We reach the gryffindor stands and we sit in the middle, the best place to be if there was a match going on, but there wasn't. He sits down beside me and he would normally be going on about quidditch tactics and I would nod along like I understand anything that's going on when I don't. Today wasn't a normal day though.

"What's wrong?" I say, worried. I place ny hand on his shoulder. I feel like we worry about too many things this year, sirius black has escaped, our newts, the cup, graduating and jobs, it was all so new and scary. I was terrified and even more terrified that I would leave hogwarts without telling Oliver how I feel.

I have no doubt that he will go on to be in a big quidditch team, but how was I supposed to keep being best friends with a guy that was away all the time.

"Tomorrow's the match." Oliver says, and I can see him frown. Ah, yes. The match, the biggest match of his life, the big kahuna, the house cup final. He's been thinking about the day he won the final as captain ever since he was old enough to think about quidditch and by knowing Oliver, probably 2 years old.

Everyone has been building this big weight on his shoulders this year, even professor Mcgonagall, and even though I know they have good intentions, I think it's finally got to him.

"You're going to do great because no one's worked harder than you have. No team has had more 5 am practices than you, so I have faith that you're going to do amazing." I try to reassure him

"What happens if I get knocked out? There'll be scouts there!" Oliver panics, and I turn him to face me. I say, " I know that you want to be in puddlemore united, but if the scouts tomorrow can't notice how great you are at quidditch then I'm sure another team, just as great, will, so don't stress about it, and go get some sleep, you can't play, if you can't keep your eyes open."

I finish my speech with a large exhale and Oliver is finally grinning again. I feel the butterflies in my stomach erupt, and I grin back at him. I hold his hand and I stand up while tugging him with me. I say, "Come on."

He stands up and tugs me instead. I'm close to his chest, and he grabs my other hand. He looks at our intertwined hands and then looks back at me to say, "thank you."

"I'm only saying the truth Oliver, you're a great player." I say with a smile, encouraging him, though he could be a shit player and I wouldn't know really.

"It wouldn't hurt to be extra safe..." He trails off as he looks down at my lips and I start to panic instead of him this time. Was this finally it? I feel adrenaline course through my veins in anticipation and my stomach does cartwheels.

He presses his soft hips to mine, I let him. I press my lips harder against him, and sigh, happily. He squeezes my hands, and I feel him grin against my lips. He drops one of my hands to cup my face and pull me closer.

We part when I can't deny my body of oxygen anymore and I smile. The blush on my face is evident and I can't help but feel a slight embarrassment. I ask, "what was that?"

"A good luck kiss, and if you don't mind, I think I'm going to be having a lot more of them." Oliver smiles and wraps his arms around my waist. I, in turn, wrap my hands around his neck and I can't help but beam, "No, I wouldn't mind at all."

He kisses me again. 

“Shes gone!” Draco said smirking, I looked behind me, Draco smirked and I was pushing off my broom, the bludger landing right on my chest and my head, both double struck pushing me off, I closed my eyes and my body went cold.

~

“Oh fuck I’ve never seen anything like that,” George said waking me up. “<she got hit by both of us,” He said in disbelief.

“George shut up,” I mumbled tossing my hand on my head. “I could kill Draco,” I mumbled opening my eyes, Harry was asleep on the chair beside my bed and Fred and George were standing at the end of my bed. “What are you two doing here?” I asked touching my head again.

“Well we heard you were injured and we weren’t just gonna leave our bestest friend alone,” Fred said smirking. “Well clearly you weren’t alone though,” He said looking over at Harry who was asleep still.

“How long has he been here?” I croaked looking over at Harry, he had a blanket wrapped around him and his quidditch uniform was laying on the ground.

“Ron said he’s been here since you got in here, hasn’t left your side since,” George said sitting down. “So tell me, how do you feel,” George asked smiling up at me.

“My head is killing me and my stomach hurts, what happened?” I asked not remembering anything but falling to the ground.

“You got it in the head and chest, five broken ribs, a concussion and a broken arm from falling, what a champ,” Fred said smiling and sitting on the other side of the bed.

“Yeah I can feel the broken ribs,” I corked placing my other hand on my ribs. “How long are you guys staying? Since you know your expelled,” I chuckled smiling at the two boys who were laying down on my bed.

“Until you get better, only at night since we’re not really supposed to be here,” Fred said looking up at me. “How rocking was those fireworks though, sweet and you’ll have to come by our new shop, you’ll love it,” He said grabbing my hand.

“Goodmorning,” Harry croaking sitting up from his seat and looking around. “How long have you guys been here?” He asked Fred and George who stood up.

“We were just leaving, see you tomorrow night,” George said kissing my head and pulling Fred out, they disappeared infront of me leaving Harry and I.

“How are you feeling?” Harry said getting up and sitting down beside me. “You got hit pretty hard by those two bulger,” He said smiling down at me.

“I’m fine, George and Fred told me what happened, but you, you’ve been here the whole time?” I asked smiling back at him, he looked tired and his face white.

“I didn’t want you to wake up and no one was here for you, you’ve been asleep for almost two days, I thought you left me,” Harry croaked grabbing onto my hand. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” He slightly grabbed my hand being careful not to hurt me.

“I should be the least of your problems,” I chuckled holding onto Harry's hand back. “Don’t you have a war to be stopping?” I asked getting slightly concerned.

“For the past two days my mind as only been on you, nothing about Voldemort and fighting him, only you,” Harry said taking a breath. “Your gonna be okay, just some slight bruising when you get out, we won because of you, your last shot got us the win by ten points when the snitch was caught by Draco,” Harry continued saying

“Lay down Harry, we should go to sleep,” I suggested pulling the blanket from under me. “You must be tired sleeping in a chair,” I chuckled moving so Harry could crawl in.

“Yeah sleeping in the chair was kinda sucky,” Harry laughed laying down. “But I wasn’t gonna let you wake up alone, I got Ron and Hermione to bring me food,” 

“Thank you Harry,” I whispred leaning on his chest to lay down. “For everything, my uncles not gonna like this very much when he hears about this,” I chuckled.

He adores rings and he will get at least two news ones every week. Whenever you compliment his rings he will give them to you, and when he gives you a ring, he will throw a fit if he doesn’t see you wearing it. He sees it as a way of showing people that you’re his and only his. 

He would never wear a ring from anyone except from his mother and you, other than that he will never wear a ring he hasn’t purchased himself. 

He can never express his words properly and how he is feeling, so he writes them in the form of poetry or he conveys them while he plays the piano. 

He won’t ever let anyone read his personal poetry but on special occasions like; your birthday, Valentine’s day, or your anniversary, he would write you a poem expressing how much he values and loves you.

If you are already in a relationship with him he will not say I love you first, no matter how much he loves you.