Miss Lestrange ➝ Oliver Wood x OC (Harry Potter)

true heir?

twenty one.

It was a week before the Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch game and the whole school was on edge as usual, more so now that there had been a number of strange happenings around. And by strange I mean dangerously strange. The voices continued to creep up on me in the least expecting moments and had at one point gotten so bad my ear bled and I almost fainted. I spent an entire day in the hospital wing with the teachers questioning me, it was awful. I still didn't have any answers other than I knew what sort of thing was making the voices because I had heard it before. I had spoken to it before. The only good thing that came out of me being in hospital was the flowers I was sent from Theo which was very sweet. How cliché of me to focus on a boy. Ugh.

Anyway, there was a rumour - that was obviously true because its Hogwarts for Merlin's sake - that on Halloween Filch's cat had been killed. Or paralysed. Or something else. I couldn't really remember but I felt very sad for Filch considering I disliked him. I mean, he was a squibb working in a school full of obnoxious teenage witches and wizards and had practically lost the thing that meant the most to him. I should get him some flowers or something.

Fortunate as I was, I was able to convince Marcus into letting me help train Draco which was much more efficient than his attempts. I mean, if I could teach Theo I could teach anyone. Enough about boys for once, it was sporting time, and although Theo and his band members are attractive and interesting, Quidditch was now my main priority.

On the day of the game whilst I was changing into my quidditch robes, forgetting my nerves and letting my soul sore with the cheers of the crowd, Alex came to see me. 

"Oi, missy." His strong accent bounced off the concrete walls of the changing room.

"Merlin Alex, you're not supposed to be in here." I crossed my eyebrows, lucky to be decent as he leisurely strolled in.

"Yeah well, I'm a rule breaker what can I say."

"What if I wasn't decent you perve!" I retaliated, jabbing the end of my new broom into his ribs. He acted as if he had been shot by wincing in pain and pretend crying.

"I wouldn't of minded really." He continued with a playful wink to which he gained a roll of my eyes. I had been around the boys for quite some time now and I had realised a lot about Alex and the main thing was that he was a massive flirt. He would flirt with anything that looked remotely alive. Literally. Apparently he flirted his way out of a detention with Professor Flitwick which made me laugh. I doubted he did, but it was amusing to think about.

"What do you want then?" I asked, stepping into the open air. The breeze was cool yet the sun shone fully. Perfect weather. 

"Wanted to wish you good luck. And also ask you a favour." He admitted, his hands tucked deeply into his school pants. It was odd seeing him in a uniform for once.

"Depends what it is."

"I need help revisin'." He replied quietly, "if I asked or told the lads they'd take the mick outta me. D'ya mind?" He asked in a shy manor which was very odd for his usual outgoing personality.
I laughed in amazement that this full blown ladies man had gone from bad boy to adorable cupcake in less than ten seconds, "Of course I'll help you, you nerd. And I won't mention it to anyone either." I was happy Alex did want to succeed as I had been worried about him not passing his N.E.W.T's.

"Thanks Doll." He smiled, wrapping his strong arms around me tightly and ruffling up my curly hair, "Now go kick some Gryffin-whore arse!" With that he ran off, his hands in his pockets and his Slytherin tie now around his head. How do I even cope?

~

The match was soon in full bloom with the cheers invading my every bodily direction. The goals were kept completely safe as I eyed up Oliver wearily. I liked Oliver. Obviously. He was just a dick to me though and I don't think I deserved that. In all honesty I've probably been a right bitch to him for stupid reasons, and he probably does the same to me. I don't think me and Oliver could ever work out. We're bad enough communicating as friends, enemies, dates...whatever we were. Imagine if we were together!