The Co Captain(Oliver Wood Fanfic)

New Seeker!?

Me and Oliver was listening to our stuttering DADA professor, Professor Quirrel, when the door opened.

"Can I borrow Rose and Wood for a moment?" We turn to see Professor McGonagall.

Our stuttering professor nodded and we collected our things, when we saw Harry Potter waiting in the hall by McGonagall.

Me and Oliver glanced at each other in confusion.

"Wood, Rose, I have found you a new seeker!" She says proudly.

Well Harry, hope you'll do well.

"Okay, we'll start with introductions." Oliver says, as we carry the trunk full of Quidditch stuff.

"I'm Oliver Wood, and this," he says, pulling me closer,"is Clara Rose. We are your Captains." As Oliver began to explain the positions, I can still feel his arm around me and I blushed and looked down.

"What's that ball?" He asked, pointing towards the quaffle ball. I picked it up.

"This, is the quaffle ball. If you're a Chaser, like me, you pass this ball to your other teammates that are also Chasers. But, you also have to watch out for sneaky opponents. Cough cough Slytherin Cough." I explain.

Oliver and Harry laughed.

Omg, his laugh.

Arrgh!

Brain you git! Quit it!

"Anyways, you have to throw this ball, into the other teams goal. That's how you get points." I finish explaining.

Then Oliver took his turn. He opened up the trunk for the Beater bats.

He picked one up, and gave it to Harry.

"This is a bat Beaters use. Their job, is to send away anything being thrown at you from the opposing team. Why don't you give it a go?" Oliver says, walking back towards me.

Harry raised up his bat, and hit the quaffle ball away, all the way to the goal post.

"Hm. Nice shot Potter, you'd make a fair Beater." Oliver says, watching it fly back towards us.

As it came closer and closer, me and Oliver lunged toward it at the same time; so our faces are very close together, hands almost touching.

We stared at each others eyes until Harry breaks it.

"What's next?"

I awkwardly coughed as I start to get up.

I could feel Olivers eyes on me as I pull the snitch out.

"This, is the Snitch." I say, giving it to Harry to hold.

"I like this ball."

"Ah, you like it now. But just you wait. In the game, its lightening quick, so you could barely see it." Oliver says, coming up behind me.

"But you, you are the Seeker Harry. All you have to worry about, is finding this Snitch. You catch it Harry...." I trailed off.

"We win." Oliver said.

"Isn't there one more position?" Harry asks.

"Your position Oliver! You didn't tell him yet." I say.

"Well, there's the Keeper, that's me, where you have to protect the goal for your team, so that the other team won't be able to score." He explains, putting his arm around me again.

We waited a beat.

"Anymore questions?" I say.

He shook his head.

"I don't think so." We smiled.

"Well then, see you at practice!" I said, as we walked away from him to our classes.

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Next class, was potions with Snape. Ugh.

At least I had Oliver as my partner.

"Now, you all bloody imbeciles, I want you to make a living drought potion." He sneered, as he walked away.

"I hate that man." I whispered to him as we got the ingredients we needed.

"Trust me Clara, everybody does." He replies, winking at me in a playful manner.

"Mr. Wood. Ms. Rose, no form of any PDA in my classroom please." Snape said loudly.

My cheeks reddened.

His did too.

"I said it before, and I'll say it again. I hate that man."

Oliver smiled again.

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It was soon time for dinner. And I sat with Oliver, Mia, and Abigail.

Then a conversation started.

"So, how was Harry at the meeting?" Mia asked us, pulling some lamb chops onto her plate.

"He was really good actually! He kept up with all the positions really well." I said.

"What did you think Oliver?" Abigail says.

"You know, I agree with Clara here, he really kept up all. He only asked one question." He commented, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

Okay....what's with the....the..arm throwing over my shoulder lately!?

All too soon though.....it was time to leave for bed.

We all climbed up the revolving staircases, said the password, and clambered in.

"Okay well I'm going to bed. Night everybody!" I say, about to walk up the steps, but Oliver pulls me back.

"Mia, Abigail, why don't you go on upstairs while I talk to Clara here." He says, eyes not leaving mine.

"Yes Oliver?" I questioned.

He smiled.

"Just wanted to say that I'm happy you are my Co Captain, and plus, I wanted to say goodnight like a gentleman."

"Well, your parents raised you well then." I flirted, without knowing.

"They did." He whispered, before leaning in.

Omg.

HE KISSED ME!

Well...it was on the cheek...BUT HE KISSED ME!

My eyes widened in shock.

"Night Clara!" He yells, climbing up.

"Night!" I yell back, before finding my year room.

I collapsed onto my bed, and I laid there still in shock.

I soon fell asleep to the feeling of Olivers lips on my cheek.