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

Chapter 9

A few letters landed in my breakfast when it arrived this morning because there wasn't a place for my white eagle owl, Boo, to land so he just dropped them and flew away. Like, thanks so much. I'd love to think the rather loud 'hoot' he let out as he left was apologetic, though. 

As disgusting as it probably seemed, I licked the remaining bits of food from my mail and set them in my bag to dry. 

"That's right, wifey. We don't waste that shit!" Miles shouted oh so attractively as egg yolk dribbled down his chin. I grinned in response.

"I'll meet you in potions, I have to see about something." I picked up one last piece of toast and nibbled on it all the way to the Gryffindor table.

Taking the seat next to my brother, I popped one of his grapes in my mouth and asked, "Anybody find him yet?"

Stevie smirked and shook his head. "Not yet."

A hearty chuckle left my throat. I patted my brother on his back and took his left over half of bagel as I made my way out of the great hall.

To say I was a bit smug this morning was an understatement. I was absolutely proud of what I've done to Oliver and I was curious to see how long him missing would last.

Lessons weren't due to begin for another twenty minutes and no way was I about to be early.

What the hell do I look like? I only know what I know because I had tutors shoving all types of knowledge down my throat every waking minute I wasn't playing or practicing. I have a bit more leverage here. I've never been the studious type, so I may be failing a class or two by time the holidays roll around.

I almost killed myself stepping down the dungeon stairs because of my thoughts until a rough hand gripped my arm.

My head snapped up to see my savior and I cringed. A pissed off Oliver Wood was standing before me with a vise grip on my arms..

 "HELP!" I shrieked as he threw me over his shoulder, tightening his massive arms around my thighs

"SOMEONE HELP ME! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" My howls kept on as he entered a dimly lit room, closing the door behind us and drawing the shade.

"He's going to kill me." Oliver mimicked in a high pitch

He flung me off of his shoulder and my bum hit the ground. Hard.

I gulped. He licked his lips and let out a short breath, "Did you think that was funny?" He asked, crouching down so we were face to face.

I was about to full on attack the bastard, but froze in my place when his furious eyes burned into mine.

I slowly pushed myself off of the ground and backed into a desk. Of coarse, he followed.

He had my legs pinned between his and the table, and both of his arms were on either side of me, blocking my paths to freedom.

"Did I think what was funny?" I thinned my lips. His frown deepened and he slammed his fists on the table. "Don't fucking play games with me, Jess!" Wincing at his tone, I blew a breath through my lips as I glanced at the ground.

Now i've done it. I've angered the beast! The realization hits me like a ton of bricks and tried to run like my life depends on it, which it does now that i've basically signed my own death warrant, but his stone like arms prevented my escape. 

"Heh," I chuckled nervously, shrinking back into the desk. "You're the one who wanted to play with plastic wrap.."

He huffed in frustration and gripped the edge of the desk until the whites in his knuckles shown.