Patience

Chapter 57

I wake up the next day, still fuming about McGonagall's letting Harry on the Quidditch team. Honestly, there's rules for a reason, just because he's "the chosen one" shouldn't mean he gets to break the rules without consequence. Instead he got a reward. 

I shouldn't take my anger out over Harry, he didn't ask for this. I just hope he's not as good as Cedric. The only thing that gets me up in the morning is remembering Wood's face all those times we've beaten him.

I get up and change into my usual Hogwarts uniform, before heading downstairs to breakfast. As I enter the hall I see the twins, Lee, and Ron wave me over to sit with them. I walk over and Ron makes room for me between him and Harry. 

"Morning Em!" They greet me. 

"Good morning guys!" I smile. "How was your first day of classes?"

"Brilliant!" Hermione chimes in. 

"Bloody terrible." Ron and Harry say over the girls excitement. 

"What was so bad about it?" I chuckle. 

"Snape." Harry pouts. 

"Understandable. What've you got today?" I ask, Harry pulls out his schedule and skims through its pages to answer my question. He groans loudly and holds it up for all to see. Double potions. 

"Oof, that bloody sucks." George says, nonchalantly. I hit him on the head with Harry's paper, receiving a laugh from him and Ron.

"Oh! That reminds me." Fred exclaims, subtly sliding a folded piece of parchment over to me. 

"Fred, I don't know if you noticed, but you can speak to me if you so please."

"Oh, shut up, and read it you nitwit." I roll my eyes and open the note. 

Em, 

This is top secret skiving info. Meet us in the Forbidden Forest at midnight. 

-Gred and Feorge.

I look up to them and give them a firm nod. They smirk mysteriously and indulge in conversation. 

"What's that about?" Ron says, trying to peer over at the paper. 

"None yah." George says, taking the note away from me and hiding it from Ron. 

"So, Harry, how's quidditch going?" I question. 

"Not bad. Oliver kind of scares me though. He keeps mumbling to himself, something about beating Rosy." He says, a confused look on his face, "He's mentioned you on a few occasions actually."

"Oh really," I smirk, "What about?"

"Well he said you were really pret-" Harry's mouth is suddenly covered by a tall figure behind him. Wood.

"Can't seem to shut up about me. Huh Oaky?" I say, peering up at Wood.

"Oh, dear Petal, you wish." He retorts. 

"If I had to choose between being kissed by you or a dementor, I would happily take the dementor." I hear George chuckle beside me then he turns back to glare at Wood. 

"You see, I think you keep telling yourself that, to keep from your true feelings. Secretly, you think I'm irresistible." He winks and smirks. 

"Yes, as irresistible as a Troll."

"You must only know of handsome trolls."

"Fuck you!"

"Gladly."