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𝟐. 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓

Ancient Studies was the last thing on Ivy's mind as she was led towards the empty Quidditch pitch by Oliver Wood, broom still held close to his side. The grass that laid across the pitch was cut nicely, and radiated a fresh green hue that made the blades look almost artificial. Oliver beamed with a giddy grin, his eyes sparkling with passion as he stared across the field. His heart truly belonged to Quidditch, and even the emptiest headed could tell. "So why did you bring me here?" Ivy bit her lip for a moment, studying the pitch intently before shifting her gaze towards Oliver. He was still focused on the pitch, and after a couple seconds he turned to face Ivy with a smile on still on his face.

"You seemed like you needed a breather. Some time away from the castle don't you reckon, it might help you." Oliver nodded with a smug grin, before leaning his broom against the wall of the Gryffindor stands. "Quidditch is wonderful game, don't you think?" He crossed his arms as he looked up at the hoops that towered the pitch, which only made Ivy roll her eyes with a look of disgust.

"Quidditch is...well...it's a game," Ivy shrugged, leaning against the stands with a sigh. Oliver was a sweet guy, and she could tell he was attempting to cheer her up with the things that made him happy. It was a nice gesture, but the pitch only reminded her of Adrian and the times they had out there together.

"Seriously Ivanna you have got to keep up if you really want to join us!"

Ivy touched down to the ground of the Quidditch pitch with a groan of frustration, dismounting her broom and tossing it to the ground with an infuriated sigh. Adrian lowered himself to the ground and hopped off of his broom, a playful grin across his face. "Oh come on love, maybe if you actually tried you would get the hang of Quidditch." he laughed, dropping his broom and grabbing Ivy's forearms, pulling her closer and pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. Ivy let out a deep breath, her body loosening up and expressions softening at his touch as she melted into his hands.

"You're right, I'm just impatient. Thank you for trying to teach me, I really do appreciate it." Ivy leaned up to kiss him, the boy pulling her closer into his arms, inhaling dramatically before kissing the top of her head.

"I love my little drama queen."

Ivy snapped out of her thoughts as Oliver began to walk towards the middle of the pitch. She followed closely as he stopped and turned towards her. "How can you not enjoy Quidditch. When the quaffle comes hurdling towards me, it's quite the adrenaline rush." He rambled, explaining his infatuation for Quidditch. The words that came out of his mouth failed to register in her head as Ivy stared right past Oliver, her gaze fixated on a group of boys who stood on the other side of the pitch. The Slytherin Quidditch team congregated, presumably preparing for practice as they put on their protective gear. Ivy locked eyes with team captain Marcus Flint, who in return gave her a sneer and elbowed his fellow teammate.

Adrian looked up from his feet where he was busy putting on his kneepads, looking at Marcus before turning and locking eyes with Ivy. The look on his face was unexpressive as he pursed his lips, almost in a frustrated manner. Marcus leaned towards Adrian, asking something that was inaudible in which Draco Malfoy chimed in, but Adrian only shook his head and turned his attention back to putting on his armour. Ivy rolled her eyes in annoyance as Marcus smirked back at her before helping Draco with his armour. She wanted nothing more than to be back in Adrian's arms, hearing his sweet laugh and soft spoken words, but sometimes he made it difficult for her to care for him at all.

"You still with me?" Oliver cocked his head with a questioning look, and Ivy narrowed her eyes, trying to recall what he had been talking about before she completely spaced out.

"Yes, yeah the quaffles and the hoops and such. Very interesting." She ridiculed with a sarcastic tone, and pushed her hair behind her shoulders as she looked back at Oliver. He lifted his wrist, reading his watch before his eyes widened.

"I hate to cut the lesson short, but I'm late for something important. I hope things get better for you, truly." He laid a comforting hand on Ivy's shoulder and forced a forlorn smile before rushing to collect his broom and leave the field. There it was again, the dreaded smile of pity. Ivy despised the pity smile that everyone seemed to give her as of late, and she had no choice but to accept it cordially and move on. She started towards the castle, trying her best to avoid the group of Quidditch players. Her attempts were futile as she was stopped by a dark haired boy who wore a blank expression on his face.

"So you and Wood." Adrian finally spoke, shifting awkwardly as he tried not to lock eyes with the girl. He gave in so easily, darting up to meet Ivy's eyes with a cold expression as she remained quiet. He was always weak for her, and couldn't help but soften his gaze while her mind scrambled for an excuse.

"He's just a friend, not that my business concerns you anymore, Adrian." Ivy replied bluntly, immediately regretting the words that left her lips. This was the first time Adrian had decided to talk to her since last year, and she retorted so rudely despite how badly she wanted things to be better between them. Her frustration took control as she stormed off impatiently in search for Marcy, who no doubt was pressed up against George Weasley in between two aisles of the library's restricted section.

A/N: I'm sorry the ending is kind of shite, you can tell part of me was trying to rush to finish this chapter. I promise the angst will soon be over and we will witness some Ivdrian love next chapter...or will we? Anyways thank you all for the reads, comments, and votes, and those who are from TikTok thank you all so much for supporting me on other platforms! Love you guys x