Everything- Oliver Wood

𝟙𝟜. ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕖 (ℝ𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖)

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The next day, I'm awakened by Penelope. "Laur- you gotta get up; Transfiguration starts in fifteen minutes." 

I groan. "I'm just gonna be late." 

"You sure?"

"Yeah- I'm dead tired."

"Laurie, you really shouldn't-"

"Pen, just go to class. Don't be late because of me," I mumble into my pillow. 

"Alright... Don't blame me when McGonagall yells at you, though." 

I laugh. "Go to class." 

Penelope leaves and I bury my face back in my pillow. I don't want to see Russell. Or Oliver. We have transfiguration with the Gryffindors. 

Forty five minutes later, I get out of bed and start getting ready to go to class. I splash my face with cold water. The skin on my cheek is still sort of red from last night, so I dot a bit of foundation on it. 

You can still tell if you look closely, but its not that bad. 

I throw on my uniform and hurry down to the transifguration classroom. I'm about thirty minutes late. 

When I walk in, McGonagall stops talking. "Ms. Parker. You're late." 

"Sorry, Ma'am, I was sleeping," I say, scanning the room for Penny. I finally find her, sitting next to Percy Weasley. She sends me an apologetic look. 

"Did Ms. Clearwater not wake you up?" 

Penny speaks up, "I did, but she told me to let her sleep." The class laughs. 

"Very well. 10 points from Ravenclaw. Don't let it happen again, Parker." 

"Yes ma'am," I say, walking down the aisle of desks. 

Russell grabs my hand as I pass him. I have no choice but to sit down next to him. Oliver is sitting across the aisle. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow. 

"Why were you late?" Russell hisses. 

"I already said; I was sleeping." 

"Listen- what happened last night?" 

"You were being a bastard." 

"Hey- I'm sorry, Laurie. I said a few rude things." 

"Yeah, you did," I say, looking down at my parchment and writing down some notes. 

"You said rude things, too," Ruseel says. 

I ignore this. 

"Hey- "

"Fawley, Parker- is there something you would like to share with the class?"

"No ma'am," Russell says. 

"Then, for Heaven's sakes, quit whispering." 

"Yes ma'am," I say, writing something down with a quill. 

"We'll talk after class," Russell whispers. 

Once McGonagall dismisses us, Russell grabs my arm. Probably so I can't get away from him. 

I put my bag over my shoulder and follow him through the halls. We go into a broom closet. 

"Laurie, I know you said-"

"If you're trying to get back with me, you're wasting your time." 

"We never broke up," he laughs. 

"Yeah, I said I'm done with you!" 

"No, you're not," he grins. 

I look away. "Can you please take this seriously?" 

"Oh, please- we had one argument. Come on; every couple fights. I know you're not used to staying in long relationships, but I think you really should give us a try," he smiles gently. 

I sigh. "I- " The truth is, I don't want to stay with him. 

"Think of how this would tear apart our friend group," he frowns. 

He's right. If I break up with Russell, there will be no more fun sleepovers in the boys' dormitory. I could probably kiss my friendship with all those boys and maybe even Patty and Eleanor goodbye. 

This is what convinces me. "Okay. Fine." 

Russell grins and wraps his arms around me. "I love you. "

I smile. It feels good to be hugged. 

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A couple of days later, I'm showering in the Prefect's bathroom. 

As I'm standing by the mirror, drying my hair, you'll never guess who walks in. 

It's Oliver Wood. 

"You know, I'm starting to think you've memorized my showering schedule," I laugh. 

"I'm starting to think the same," he grins. 

I roll my eyes and go back to drying my hair. 

"Hey- um, can I ask you a question?" he sits on the marble bench. 

"Sure?" I look back at him from the mirror. 

"Are you still dating Russell Fawley?" 

I look away from Oliver. "I am." 

It's silent for a minute. "Really?" 

"Yes." 

"Why?" 

"It's really none of your business." 

"I mean- the way he yelled at you in the hallway on Tuesday-" 

"He's usually not like that," I say. 

"There's a red mark on your face." 

Shit. I look at it in the mirror. Sure enough, it's still there. "That's... my skin. It's sensitive. It gets red." 

"The day after you got in that fight with Marcus Flint, he was going around bragging about how he never hit you but you still had a bruise on your face." 

I'm quiet for a moment. "He lied." 

"Really?" Oliver asks. 

I turn around and look him in the eyes. "Yeah. How many times do I have to tell you its none of your business." 

"I just-" he sighs. "I'm a bit worried." 

"Be worried about beating us in the next quidditch match," I smile, desperately changing the subject. "Don't you have a shower to take?" 

Oliver studies me for a minute. I turn back around and continue patting my hair with the towel. After a little bit, he gets up and walks towards the shower stalls. 

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