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Title: Oliver Wood's Greatest Adventure
Beta: rhye
Summary: On Friday night Oliver has the best plan ever done. On Saturday he realizes it won't be that easy. On Sunday morning results are showed.
Author's Notes: Written for mandyloo ! I had never written about this couple or used these characters, hopefully you'll like it.
Registered purchases?: Both :)
It’s not that Oliver Wood doesn’t trust the Weasley twin, he just… doesn’t trust in their intentions. So when the two redheads practically ambushed him, he just freezes.
“My, Wood, what are you doing here?” Georges asks.
“Yeah, what could our Captain could be doing, heading to the kitchens?” Fred adds, and the identical grin the younger lions wear on their lips tells Oliver they already know.
“Quidditch,” the burly boy says automatically. And he feels like a little boy, like a baby again, because that’s the first word he had ever said. His mother, who had spent nearly eight months repeating “Mom” since his birth, hadn’t been really pleased about it.
“Quidditch?” Fred asks, “Here, in the kitchens?”
“What? Do you plan making the house elves play?” George adds immediately.
Oliver stares at them. That’s… actually not a bad idea. Those little fellows can make food appear and disappear in the blink of an eye, imagine what they could do on the field.
“Brother, we need to do a better job at Quidditch,” one of the twins says. “Those bludgers have left Wood dumbfounded.”
Right, focus Wood. Don’t let the nerves beat you.
“I’m here to discuss about Quidditch’s team meals with the house elves,” Oliver tells the twin in a serious tone, trying to sound like Percy does.
It’s not a lie. It’s not true either, but it’s a way of putting things.
“Our team or the Rival Team?” George asks him, frowning a bit.
“Ours, of course!” the Captain tells him. “Why would I discuss the Rival’s meal with the house elves?”
The twins exchanges a look and shake their heads.
“And what are you doing you two here?” Oliver asks. Now that the topic of conversation is so far from his little secret, he felt more confident, and his nervous seem to let his brain go back to work.
“Look,” Fred tells him with a devious smile, “let’s do this: you pretend you didn’t know we were here and we pretend we don’t know why you are here, ok?”
Oliver blushes and starts mumbling things like “what reason?,” “It’s not what you think” and “Please don’t tell anyone,” but by the time he’s in condition of actually building a coherent sentence, the twins are already gone.
Sighing deeply, he stares at the kitchen’s entry and gathers all his Gryffindor courage to enter.
Hours later, Oliver thinks the twins are right. His head has taken too many Bludgers, and it’s impossible for his brain to understand the simplest things.
He stares at the parchment in his hand, and his eyes try to understand the letters on it. He should have let the elves write the instructions, but he had wanted to write them himself. It had seemed very important at the time, like a statement that he wouldn’t opt for the easy way out, that he would make an effort. Now, such chivalrous action seems plain stupid.
He sighs, not paying attention to where he’s walking when he bums into something. Someone.
“Oh, hello, Colin. Didn’t see you there,” he says the blond kid while helping him to stand.
“It’s ok,” Colin tells him, “I was looking for Harry. Have you seen him?”
Oliver shakes his head and looks around. He’s heading to the library. Interesting, he doesn’t recall deciding going to the library. If he keeps like this, he’s going to end up walking into the lake.
“Oh, I think I saw him!” Colin says in enthusiastic glee and runs away.
And only when the blonde head disappears, chasing a suddenly running dark one, Oliver realizes that young Creevey would have been able to help him.
But now the little boy is too busy chasing Potter.
Potter, Library. Those two words suddenly connect and Oliver smiles, hopefully.
***
“So, you can help me?”
The girl bites her lip, thinking. He feels bad for doing this to her. She looks exhausted and tired, but it’s his last hope.
“I guess…” she starts and he smiles widely making her laugh, “okay, I’ll help you. Hand me the parchment,”
He’s about to yell about how Hermione Granger is the second best girl in the world when Madame Pince appears out of nowhere, glaring at the boy.
Instead he simply hands her the paper and stares nervously as the brown eyes read the words written.
***
Two minutes later, the two Gryffindors meet again. Hermione has all the ingredients and utensils for the task. Oliver is slightly curious to find out how she did it and why did they have to meet on the astronomy tower. He feels they are smuggling something extremely dangerous which could cost them a permanent stay at Azkaban.
Yes, he does have some worries about the result of his… adventure, but he’s sure it won’t end that bad.
“I’m sorry, Wood,” Hermione tells him. “I can’t keep helping you. I’m a bit busy.”
The Captain nods while taking the bag with the ingredients and a parchment with legible instructions.
“There is a book in there too, just in case you want to know a bit more.”
He opens the bag and stares at the content. He doesn’t have any more excuses now. He’s afraid and happy, anxious and dreading.
“Do you know anyone who could help me?” he asks suddenly as the girls walks away, making her stop in her tracks.
“Not really, but don’t ask the girls in my year. They won’t be very discreet about it.”
She’s gone then, before he can even mouth “Thank you.”
Discretion, Oliver Wood thought. He hasn’t acted very discreetly; he never does when his mind is focused on something. Maybe Hogwarts would assume his behavior had something to do with Quidditch? And it does, a bit. Clearly, Quidditch has something to do with the beginning of all this mess.
He sighs for what it feels the hundredth time this day. He doesn’t have time to waste; he has things to do. And he has to find out how to do them.
Ingredients and stuff, he thinks while walking through Hogwarts, searching for the perfect place. It’s a weekend so the classrooms are deserted.
Ingredients, it’s not that hard. He has five years of Potions education… and a T on same OWL. He’s screwed.
Maybe Snape can help him?
…Yeah, he’s screwed.
****
In the end he doesn’t ask for help from the potion’s professor. The fact that Oliver is still alive proves it.
He asked McGonagall though because she’s Head of his House and, well, a woman, which is a bit sexist thing to think and a very stupid thing to say. Especially out loud to the woman you try to get help from.
By midnight, he decides to do it by himself. He has studied the instructions, read theories and it’s time to prove it. He’s scared but brave and his decision is so strong that even one Percy Weasley doesn’t scold him from staying up until late.
**
“I can transfigure it if you want.”
Katie Bell blinks. She’s sitting on the common room surrounded by her friends and stares at the Quidditch Captain. But her eyes don’t meet his. Oliver’s look is buried in something else, something he’s holding.
“I made it myself, no help, no magic.” He should sound proud. He had felt so proud at the idea of doing such task, but now he sounds apologetic and ashamed.
“Oh, Oliver!” the girl says smiling, and her smile is so clear, so free, sincere and full of life that he doesn’t need to look at her smiling. He can hear the smile on her voice, and such sweet sound awakes him from his sulking.
“It’s made of chocolate, strawberry, a bit of lemon and vanilla,” he explains, feeling himself blushing and not having a clue of what to do. “I heard you liked those flavors and wasn’t sure which was your favorite so I put them all,” which is really stupid, now that he thinks about it.
“The decoration is... well, it’s supposed to look like…” he continues but all the words are lost in the air.
Katie has stood up, and she’s hugging him. And the fact that he looks as if he has been playing a Quidditch game for years is worth it.
Katie is hugging him tightly, and he wants to hug her back. Except that his hands are still holding the, well, ‘cake’. But now the multi-flavored, burnt, and yet raw monster is crushed between both of them and Katie’s hug is so strong he can’t move his arms. Well, he can, but it would hurt her.
“Katie,” Angelina calls her, giggling, and Oliver jumps because he didn’t remember Angelina was there. Actually, he didn’t remember there was anyone else in the Common Room except for Katie and him. In fact, the Common Room hadn’t been the Common Room, for those seconds of pure happiness the world had disappeared, no walls, no roofs, just life and the both of them.
Katie breaks the hug, and Oliver misses the feeling the second they are torn apart.
The girl is laughing, wild and freely like the wind. She’s biting her lips, looking at Oliver’s clothes and her own clothes.
And then they eyes met and Oliver is blushing, he knows. His skin is burning under the stare of those beautiful, shinning eyes.
He lowers his look, stares at the ruins of the cake and talks about the decoration.
“A Quidditch pitch,’ he informs incoherently, “because I didn’t know what else you liked.’
The cake is suddenly on the floor, and Katie is kissing him. It’s fast, too fast for him, because once his brain compels enough information about how to kiss a girl, Katie’s lips are gone.
But he has her eyes over his, and that’s good too.
“Well, take me out on a date and you can find out what else I like,” she tells him, trying to grin but all she can do is smile widely, sweetly.
‘Yes, that’s a good idea,’ he recognizes, and everybody else in the common room claps and whistles. They are both blushing like mad while Katie takes her wand and magically cleans her clothes and then Oliver’s.
He sits besides her and while Angelina starts talking about some trivial topic so people have something else to do than staring at Katie and Oliver, he subtly and shyly interlaces his right hand with the birthday girl's left.
THE END
A/N: Yes, Hermione used the time-turner to get the ingredients xD.
POINTS:
1743/50=34,86 + 10 = 44,86->45 Points to Ravenclaw.
Noelia//Ravenclaw
Beta: rhye
Summary: On Friday night Oliver has the best plan ever done. On Saturday he realizes it won't be that easy. On Sunday morning results are showed.
Author's Notes: Written for mandyloo ! I had never written about this couple or used these characters, hopefully you'll like it.
Registered purchases?: Both :)
It’s not that Oliver Wood doesn’t trust the Weasley twin, he just… doesn’t trust in their intentions. So when the two redheads practically ambushed him, he just freezes.
“My, Wood, what are you doing here?” Georges asks.
“Yeah, what could our Captain could be doing, heading to the kitchens?” Fred adds, and the identical grin the younger lions wear on their lips tells Oliver they already know.
“Quidditch,” the burly boy says automatically. And he feels like a little boy, like a baby again, because that’s the first word he had ever said. His mother, who had spent nearly eight months repeating “Mom” since his birth, hadn’t been really pleased about it.
“Quidditch?” Fred asks, “Here, in the kitchens?”
“What? Do you plan making the house elves play?” George adds immediately.
Oliver stares at them. That’s… actually not a bad idea. Those little fellows can make food appear and disappear in the blink of an eye, imagine what they could do on the field.
“Brother, we need to do a better job at Quidditch,” one of the twins says. “Those bludgers have left Wood dumbfounded.”
Right, focus Wood. Don’t let the nerves beat you.
“I’m here to discuss about Quidditch’s team meals with the house elves,” Oliver tells the twin in a serious tone, trying to sound like Percy does.
It’s not a lie. It’s not true either, but it’s a way of putting things.
“Our team or the Rival Team?” George asks him, frowning a bit.
“Ours, of course!” the Captain tells him. “Why would I discuss the Rival’s meal with the house elves?”
The twins exchanges a look and shake their heads.
“And what are you doing you two here?” Oliver asks. Now that the topic of conversation is so far from his little secret, he felt more confident, and his nervous seem to let his brain go back to work.
“Look,” Fred tells him with a devious smile, “let’s do this: you pretend you didn’t know we were here and we pretend we don’t know why you are here, ok?”
Oliver blushes and starts mumbling things like “what reason?,” “It’s not what you think” and “Please don’t tell anyone,” but by the time he’s in condition of actually building a coherent sentence, the twins are already gone.
Sighing deeply, he stares at the kitchen’s entry and gathers all his Gryffindor courage to enter.
Hours later, Oliver thinks the twins are right. His head has taken too many Bludgers, and it’s impossible for his brain to understand the simplest things.
He stares at the parchment in his hand, and his eyes try to understand the letters on it. He should have let the elves write the instructions, but he had wanted to write them himself. It had seemed very important at the time, like a statement that he wouldn’t opt for the easy way out, that he would make an effort. Now, such chivalrous action seems plain stupid.
He sighs, not paying attention to where he’s walking when he bums into something. Someone.
“Oh, hello, Colin. Didn’t see you there,” he says the blond kid while helping him to stand.
“It’s ok,” Colin tells him, “I was looking for Harry. Have you seen him?”
Oliver shakes his head and looks around. He’s heading to the library. Interesting, he doesn’t recall deciding going to the library. If he keeps like this, he’s going to end up walking into the lake.
“Oh, I think I saw him!” Colin says in enthusiastic glee and runs away.
And only when the blonde head disappears, chasing a suddenly running dark one, Oliver realizes that young Creevey would have been able to help him.
But now the little boy is too busy chasing Potter.
Potter, Library. Those two words suddenly connect and Oliver smiles, hopefully.
***
“So, you can help me?”
The girl bites her lip, thinking. He feels bad for doing this to her. She looks exhausted and tired, but it’s his last hope.
“I guess…” she starts and he smiles widely making her laugh, “okay, I’ll help you. Hand me the parchment,”
He’s about to yell about how Hermione Granger is the second best girl in the world when Madame Pince appears out of nowhere, glaring at the boy.
Instead he simply hands her the paper and stares nervously as the brown eyes read the words written.
***
Two minutes later, the two Gryffindors meet again. Hermione has all the ingredients and utensils for the task. Oliver is slightly curious to find out how she did it and why did they have to meet on the astronomy tower. He feels they are smuggling something extremely dangerous which could cost them a permanent stay at Azkaban.
Yes, he does have some worries about the result of his… adventure, but he’s sure it won’t end that bad.
“I’m sorry, Wood,” Hermione tells him. “I can’t keep helping you. I’m a bit busy.”
The Captain nods while taking the bag with the ingredients and a parchment with legible instructions.
“There is a book in there too, just in case you want to know a bit more.”
He opens the bag and stares at the content. He doesn’t have any more excuses now. He’s afraid and happy, anxious and dreading.
“Do you know anyone who could help me?” he asks suddenly as the girls walks away, making her stop in her tracks.
“Not really, but don’t ask the girls in my year. They won’t be very discreet about it.”
She’s gone then, before he can even mouth “Thank you.”
Discretion, Oliver Wood thought. He hasn’t acted very discreetly; he never does when his mind is focused on something. Maybe Hogwarts would assume his behavior had something to do with Quidditch? And it does, a bit. Clearly, Quidditch has something to do with the beginning of all this mess.
He sighs for what it feels the hundredth time this day. He doesn’t have time to waste; he has things to do. And he has to find out how to do them.
Ingredients and stuff, he thinks while walking through Hogwarts, searching for the perfect place. It’s a weekend so the classrooms are deserted.
Ingredients, it’s not that hard. He has five years of Potions education… and a T on same OWL. He’s screwed.
Maybe Snape can help him?
…Yeah, he’s screwed.
****
In the end he doesn’t ask for help from the potion’s professor. The fact that Oliver is still alive proves it.
He asked McGonagall though because she’s Head of his House and, well, a woman, which is a bit sexist thing to think and a very stupid thing to say. Especially out loud to the woman you try to get help from.
By midnight, he decides to do it by himself. He has studied the instructions, read theories and it’s time to prove it. He’s scared but brave and his decision is so strong that even one Percy Weasley doesn’t scold him from staying up until late.
**
“I can transfigure it if you want.”
Katie Bell blinks. She’s sitting on the common room surrounded by her friends and stares at the Quidditch Captain. But her eyes don’t meet his. Oliver’s look is buried in something else, something he’s holding.
“I made it myself, no help, no magic.” He should sound proud. He had felt so proud at the idea of doing such task, but now he sounds apologetic and ashamed.
“Oh, Oliver!” the girl says smiling, and her smile is so clear, so free, sincere and full of life that he doesn’t need to look at her smiling. He can hear the smile on her voice, and such sweet sound awakes him from his sulking.
“It’s made of chocolate, strawberry, a bit of lemon and vanilla,” he explains, feeling himself blushing and not having a clue of what to do. “I heard you liked those flavors and wasn’t sure which was your favorite so I put them all,” which is really stupid, now that he thinks about it.
“The decoration is... well, it’s supposed to look like…” he continues but all the words are lost in the air.
Katie has stood up, and she’s hugging him. And the fact that he looks as if he has been playing a Quidditch game for years is worth it.
Katie is hugging him tightly, and he wants to hug her back. Except that his hands are still holding the, well, ‘cake’. But now the multi-flavored, burnt, and yet raw monster is crushed between both of them and Katie’s hug is so strong he can’t move his arms. Well, he can, but it would hurt her.
“Katie,” Angelina calls her, giggling, and Oliver jumps because he didn’t remember Angelina was there. Actually, he didn’t remember there was anyone else in the Common Room except for Katie and him. In fact, the Common Room hadn’t been the Common Room, for those seconds of pure happiness the world had disappeared, no walls, no roofs, just life and the both of them.
Katie breaks the hug, and Oliver misses the feeling the second they are torn apart.
The girl is laughing, wild and freely like the wind. She’s biting her lips, looking at Oliver’s clothes and her own clothes.
And then they eyes met and Oliver is blushing, he knows. His skin is burning under the stare of those beautiful, shinning eyes.
He lowers his look, stares at the ruins of the cake and talks about the decoration.
“A Quidditch pitch,’ he informs incoherently, “because I didn’t know what else you liked.’
The cake is suddenly on the floor, and Katie is kissing him. It’s fast, too fast for him, because once his brain compels enough information about how to kiss a girl, Katie’s lips are gone.
But he has her eyes over his, and that’s good too.
“Well, take me out on a date and you can find out what else I like,” she tells him, trying to grin but all she can do is smile widely, sweetly.
‘Yes, that’s a good idea,’ he recognizes, and everybody else in the common room claps and whistles. They are both blushing like mad while Katie takes her wand and magically cleans her clothes and then Oliver’s.
He sits besides her and while Angelina starts talking about some trivial topic so people have something else to do than staring at Katie and Oliver, he subtly and shyly interlaces his right hand with the birthday girl's left.
THE END
A/N: Yes, Hermione used the time-turner to get the ingredients xD.
POINTS:
1743/50=34,86 + 10 = 44,86->45 Points to Ravenclaw.
Noelia//Ravenclaw