Serendipity: An Oliver Wood Fanfiction

Chapter 12

Wrong.

When Alhena arrived at the seventh floor window, Oliver was already there, pacing. When he laid eyes on her, he paused, heat creeping into his face. "What happened with Willow?" She asked, and he turned to face the window, acting as though he hadn't been pacing at all. 

"I apologised. She accepted the apology." He began. "Why- Did she say anything to you?" He swallowed, and Alhena noted the reaction. "She did." Alhena decided to play along, deciding that if he wasn't willingly tell her, she'd coax it out of him. 

Oliver spun around to face her. "I was a little surprised." She kept her face completely neutral. "I thought you'd only be apologising?" She awaited his response, but he simply stared at her. "..I know." He spoke quietly, after a moments silence. 

"How much did she tell you?" He met her eyes. "Enough." She shrugged, and Oliver frowned slightly. "Did she tell you about what happened in Potions?" He took a step forward, his gaze piercing though her. "She did." Alhena raised her chin defiantly, and a cruel smile slid across his lips. 

"Ah, I see." He chuckled, and Alhena tilted her head slightly in confusion. "What do you mean?" She scoffed. "She didn't tell you a thing, did she?" He cocked his eyebrows. "I- She did, she told me everything." Alhena stumbled over her words. She'd been found out, and was only digging herself a deeper grave. "She told me about what happened in Potions."

"Nothing happened in Potions." His grin grew wider, and Alhena almost sighed in exasperation. "Fine, she didn't tell me anything. So I need you to." She held her ground, not letting her shame at being caught reveal itself. 

"I don't think I will." He shrugged casually. "Why not?" Alhena's jaw dropped open. "What will you give me in return." He leaned forward, ever so slightly. "What is it that you want, exactly?" She scowled. 

"You tell me." He edged even closer, and Alhena took a step back. Olivers eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before he regained his composure. "I don't know what you want." She folded her arms across her chest. He was behaving rather oddly. 

"Never mind." He pressed his lips into a thin line. "This came today." He tossed a letter at her, and Alhena caught it. "What is it?" She pulled the parchment out of the already torn envelope. She had expected a letter from his parents, and her heart thumped wildly in her chest. 

"Puddlemere United has offered you a spot on their Quidditch team?" She gaped at the envelope. "No. They're going to watch the Slytherin vs Gryffindor game tomorrow, and decide if they want me on the team. Except, I'm not playing tomorrow." He slumped against the wall, sliding down to the floor. "Shit." Alhena watched him. 

"We could poison the keeper." Alhena suggested, hesitantly taking a seat beside him. Oliver chuckled lightly, the sound sending a shiver down Alhena's spine. "Fred and George might have a more passive method of subduing the keeper for a game." He rested the back of hid head against the wall. 

"What if you just bribed Harry (who was the new, very inexperienced, captain) into allowing you to step in for one game?" She shrugged. "It's not just one game, it's the finals." He shook his head. "Isn't he your friend? He's also a child, so he's weak and impressionable." 

"Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours, then I get far too disturbed, even at the thought of it." He grinned. "Does it keep you up at night?" Alhena pouted sarcastically. "It does." He smiled. An all too real smile to match his all too real words. 

"Give it a go. Isn't it worth that much?" Alhena sighed, and after a moment of awkward silence, Oliver did too. "Whats the worst that could happen?" He raised to his feet, reaching a hand towards her. She brushed it away, and got up herself.