Harry Potter One-Shots (Feat. Wattpad)

Quidditch (xXollieloverXx)

Alright, let's get something straight:

Touch Lhianne Littlesaint's friends and she will ruin your life; be a bitch, she'll be a bitch right back, and she's not afraid to admit it either; she was a bit of a know-it-all at times, the Slytherin team even had the gall to call her Resident Ravenclaw Bitch, RRB for short, not that she cared what they thought.

Lhianne Littlesaint was of slightly above average height with pale skin, long, straight, silky hair the colour of rich chocolate that hung at her waist and eyes a mixture of hazel and brown, the eyes that captivated those of her peers.

She was Head Girl and captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, a Chaser, rivals with all her opponents except the Hufflepuff team, they were always good sports.

And the Gryffindor team, she supposed, was alright, but their captain... he made her anger flare, flaunting their victories in her face, and it was all because of Harry Potter; she had nothing against the boy, but Wood was always showing him off.

Wood...

Even the slightest mention of his name made her want to curse his gloating mouth off with the nastiest curse she could find.

Her friends told her that she was in denial, but since two of those friends were none other than notorious pranksters Fred and George Weasley, she wasn't going to pay them any attention any time soon.

"Oi! Littlesaint!" someone called out from behind her.

Fallon...

"What's up Fal?" Lhianna spun around, book bag banging against her leg, to face her fellow Ravenclaw seventh year, Chaser and friend, Fallon Hardy.

"Have you heard? Ian got into a fight with Wood about Quidditch and now both of them are in the Hospital Wing! The game's in two days!"

"WHAT?" Lhianne screeched.

"I know! Weasleys broke it up though, strange isn't it?" Fallon chuckled.

"How bad is it?" Lhianne demanded.

"Pomfrey says he'll be stuck in bed for a week, Wood's only in there for today though."

"Where are we going to find a good Seeker on such short notice?" Lhianne cried.

"Relax! I've got it covered!" Fallon reassured her, pulling a piece of parchment from out of her book bag, Lhianna recognised it as the sign-ups sheet from what felt like years ago.

"We'll just hold try-outs again tomorrow after classes, I'll help put the word out," Fallon winked before she ran off down the hallway, leaving the sheet of parchment at Lhianne's feet.

Try-outs

Everyone was standing in a line by the three golden hoops, awaiting Lhianne's instructions.

"Alright everyone! You're here today because a certain Gryffindor landed our Seeker in the Hospital Wing for a week, as I'm sure you've heard, you all signed up at the start of the season and I want you to all give it your best shot, who knows, if you're better than Ian Greeves you may get a permanent place on the team! Now give me twenty laps around the pitch!" Lhianne boomed.

Oliver Wood was sitting in the stands not at all discreetly with some of his team, Potter and the Weasley twins were not there, they were still angry with him about the fight.

He watched as Littlesaint tried out all the potential Seekers, none were as good as Greeves.

Oliver felt bad himself, he knew he shouldn't have started that fight with Greeves, he'd done nothing but argue about Quidditch with Oliver.

About half an hour later Oliver was the only one left in the stands, everyone had grwn bored and left quite quickly and right now Oliver decided it wasn't worth watching anymore.

And just as he was walking across the pitch to get back to the Gryffindor common room he heard a sickening crack.

Oliver spun around and all the blood drained from his face, someone was falling towards the ground.

Without thinking Oliver rushed over and conjured about ten mattresses underneath the falling person just in time.

Oliver climbed up so he was sitting behind the person.

It was a girl, her sweaty brown hair in a pony tail, looking around her, obviously confused.

"Are you alright?" he asked finally.

Lhianne's whole body went cold as she heard the voice.

"Are you alright?"

"Oliver Wood," she gritted her teeth and spun around.

"Littlesaint?" Oliver asked incredulously.

"Who else?" Lhianne scowled.

"No need to scowl at me like that, I am the one who saved your life," Oliver pointed out, slightly irritated at the lack of thanks he was receiving.

Lhianne screwed her face up before muttering a 'Thank you' to Oliver and jumping off the pile of mattresses, waiting at the bottom for the others to bring her broom back to her.

"You!" she snapped at the little third year that was the cause of the fall.

"Y-Yes?" he gulped.

"Get out of my sight!" she growled, snatching her broom back from another potential Seeker before she mounted it and flew up to the same level as the other teammates.

"That was terrible," Fallon groaned as she, Lhianne and sixth year girl called Crystal Jeffers trudged away from the pitch, all desperately wanting a long, soothign shower.

"Agreed," Crystal replied grimly.

"Rivers was quite good, you know, when he wasn't flirting with you Crystal," Lhianne reasoned.

"Ruddy fourth year, thinks he even remotely impresses me," Crystal grunted.

"And people call you lady like," Fallon teased.

Crystal simply rolled her eyes and looked at Lhianne curiosuly, her mind seemed to be at war with itself.

"What's up, Anne?" she asked.

"N-Nothing," Lhianne muttered, Crystal and Fallon decided to leave her alone to think, assuming she was thinking about Quidditch try-outs.

But Lhianne's mind was nowhere near tossing up between Andrew Rivers and Keith Richards for Seeker, it was instead in some very dangerous territory.

'Oliver Wood... saved me... what isn't wrong with that thought? And why do I feel strange now? Probably just a bit shaky from the close call before.'

But as she tried to draw her thoughts away from Oliver Wood and the fall it just became more difficult, until it was all she could think about.

It was just before dessert that she came to a chocking conclusion.

"I like Oliver Wood," she literally dropped her knife and fork in shock.

"Lhianne Littlesaint, did you just say what I think you did?" Fallon's mouth dropped mid-chew, her half-chewed food dropping down into her lap.

"What-NO!"

"You did!"

"Did not!"

"You like him!"

"Alright, fine! Maybe I do!" Lhianne snapped angrily.

"But only because he saved me, it's just that weird hero stuff, it's not real," she scoffed.

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Hope you enjoyed! I'm acually considering making another bit for this, maybe later though, for now, it's finished!