passing paradise │oliver wood

chapter 8

Chapter 8

OLIVER'S POV

I sighed as I walked away from the empty Quidditch pitch. My mind was hazy and clouded with what Ali had said. She was so keen into pushing me aside that I don't even know why myself would want to be friends with her. She was the opposite of what I had imagined but it made her so much better. It made me attracted to her in a way that I can't explain.

Time moved on in Hogwarts. We didn't talk. She barely looked at my direction and when passing by the hallways, we didn't interact. Ali kept her word and soon, I had realised that I must keep my word too.I went back to Quidditch as the game had my full attention. But at the back of my head was the feeling of her hands in mine, the eyes that spoke and the lips that barely smiled but when they do, it was a different kind of story. My O.W.L.s were dreadful but I did my very best and just wished I did enough in the subjects I needed.

Summer came around and soon, the halls of the big castle were empty as it could be. Many went home to where they went and I did too but as the captain of the Quidditch Gryffindor team, I devised a summer training. I included all possible ways on how to be faster, stronger and smarter.

I had the whole team come up to Hogwarts to train on the Quidditch pitch, well, those who could come. We worked early morning and late into the night. As far as I can say, I was getting back on track. I read my favourite book after my father gave it back. Half-way through the summer I had finished it.

One late afternoon, I arranged for a practice in the quadrangle since Hufflepuff had the Pitch booked. As I made the team do flying laps around the quadrangle, I stayed by the back of the line. Fred and George slowed down from their position and waited for me.

"Your mind runnin' around lately?" George asked with a laugh.

"Get back to practice," I warned them with a serious glare.

Fred just laughed, holding onto his stomach. "Bloody hell, mate. Oliver what is happening to you?"

I furrowed my brows. "What do you mean?"

"There's a little rumour going on between Fred and I," George gave a teasing face and winked. I raised an eyebrow, urging them to continue. "We don't think Quidditch is the only thing you're obsessed with."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes before flying at a faster phase. They caught up and flew with me. Fred raised both eyebrows with a tease.

"See, you don't roll your eyes," George points out. "She does. And this, she, has been spending some time with you."

"Wood, we know who were the ones that Christmas night," Fred pursed his lips together to stop from smiling so much.

"What?" I was utterly confused.

"Hufflepuffs saw you, and we believe it is Ali Torres, walking on the trail from the Quidditch pitch late at night," George answered. "They said that they were very close," Fred added.

"That's not true," I shook my head. I haven't thought about her in the last hour and that was a breaking record, I might say.

"Which part?" Fred raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Together or were together and close?"

I sighed. "Would you two get back in line and stop toying around?" Fred and George laughed so I snapped. "We fucking lost to Ravenclaw. Get your asses back in the line if you don't want McGonagall to kick you out of this team. Or I will personally do it right now."

That shut them up. Fred and George looked at each other, their laughter fading from their faces. Fred slightly nods before flying right to the front of the line before Angelina. I looked at George with a glare as I waited for him to do something.