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

Chapter 10

Oliver thought he would just get me stuck in detention for the next two nights like it was no big deal?

Like I would take it?

Oh, no. He's got another thing coming.

What am I going to do, you ask?

Well, I know for a fact that Oliver sleeps for an hour later than I usually do.

Why is that important?

I planted a card board cut out of myself inside of his shower. 

That's gonna be the first thing he sees when he goes to brush his teeth and looks in the mirror.

I also took the liberty of charming his toilet paper to have the Gryffindor emblem on it with 'Gryffindor sucks' underneath. 

There's some tacks on the toilet seat, as well. Just for good measure.

Just imagine when one of the boys sit their tushey upon this seat. Man, oh man.

I didn't even start my work out yet, just so I could ruin his day. 

This is dedication, folks!

The sound of a yawn and shuffling around made my eyes go wide. 

I scanned the room for a place to hide, settling for the tiny linen closet next to the tub. 

I'm sure I'll end up getting caught some how but in the end it will be worth it.

Tossing a large towel and wash rag on the edge of the tub so the person didn't have to come in my area, I moved to the side so I could see what was going on.

The corner of one of the red towels found my mouth as I watched a shirtless Oliver Wood stroll into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes.

My eyes wandered down his thick neck, gnawing the cloth a little harder when I watched the vein pop as he yawned. 

His bare broad shoulders flexed along with his wonderfully defined chest and toned stomach as he stretched himself out. 

I felt the stupid muscle in my chest begin involuntarily thumping a mile a minute..

NO! NO! NO! Jessica Cesari! You stop that! 

Stop that nonsense right now! 

You absolutely will not allow yourself to even think of him like that. 

Not again.

He turned to the mirror, but sadly my attention wasn't on his face.

Oh. My. Sweet. Salazar. Slytherin.

I tried to pry my eyes from his beautifully carved back that was bulging with muscles at every angle.

Merlin, help me. Why must he be so damned good looking?

Ugh! Stop. Stop right now. 

He said he would never want you, remember?

Think Cedric!

Cedric. Cedric. Ced- oh dear God..

His arm flexed as he scrubbed his teeth clean, showing off an incredible cut..

That thought sort of flew out the window as a bit of drool found it's way down my lip from the way his muscles moved as he arched over the sink to spit out the excess tooth paste. 

Gosh, I'm pathetic..

My heart was pounding to the point where I swore it was going to fly out of my chest at any given moment.