Born to Make Mistakes, Not Fake Perfection ( Oliver Wood )

Chapter 24

Jessica

"Alright, Cesari. You tooth has fully grown back, there shouldn't be anymore pain so lucky for you- you get to return to your lessons and eat regular food."

I beamed at Madam Pomfrey's words.

"So she's okay?" Cassius inquired beside me, "Nothing else needed?"

"She healed beautifully." Pomfrey nodded, "Go on, lessons start in an hour. I imagine you're hungry."

I already was wearing my normal pajamas and had clothes for the duration of my stay, thanks to Cassius feeling the need to tend to my ever whim.

He apologized about 30 times a day, personally mashed up fruits to try to feed me since chewing any real food could cause a possible infection if any scrap was left over my open gum with my new tooth growing in.

I call bullocks considering every tiny little morsel gets in my belly.

But, Madam just doesn't know my mouth like I do.

So, I was stuck with the complete misfortune of eating only pureed food or things that I could sip out of a straw.

She knew I couldn't be trusted not to eat the good stuff, and that's exactly why I was admitted and held hostage for three days.

A pity, really- all of the food that I couldn't eat.

Miles had the audacity to come in and telling me all about taco Thursday and how they made the spicy fried chicken that I absolutely adore on Friday.

Bloody wanker told me he saved me some but ate it n the middle of the night because he was 'sleep eating'

Sits on a throne of lies, that one.

Cassius grabbed my hand and led me down to the dungeons where we quickly changed into our robes and I, since I finished first, headed out the door.

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Oliver

I paced the dark corridors of the dungeons.

I hadn't seen her in three days, not even in classes nor meals, but there were whispers about her and Warrington going to hogsmeade together.

Even after he hit her?

It pissed me off and as much as I wanted to break his face, being expelled would only keep me from her and I'd be sure to lose the bet..

Rob's ego isn't something I want to exactly boost.

Instead, I decided to give another approach.

Somehow I would have to win her over.

I was already off to a bad start.

Huffing one last time, the familiar flash of mahogany hair buried inside a tiny green note pad turned the corner of the Slytherin common room entrance.

She was alone and lost in the scribbles of her probable plays when she bumped into me, her bum falling to the ground.

Her face was flushed from embarrassment until her eyes met mine.

I was quick to offer my hand, but she waved me off.

"Alright, there?"

"I'm fine. You should watch where you're going." She snapped.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I pressed her against the wall.

The strain from my hand bending her wrist backward caused a soft whimper to slip through her lips.