Catch Me If You Can. Oliver Wood

Chapter Eight

off to blackpool for the weekend sooo enjoy!!

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As I walked into the village with Orme by my side, I felt comfortable. I didn't feel like I had to keep face for her, I could be myself around her and she didn't give a shit. Shame she wasn't so relaxed, I could feel the tension flowing off of her.

As soon as we'd hit he village she'd tensed up. People turned to watch us as we walked, no one said anything. Of course no one said anything, they were too scared Orme would flip out; that's the kind of vibe she was throwing off.

"How about those gloves?" She asked as we slowed in the middle of the village, "Can see what all this fuss is really about."

"Sure." I smiled and followed her into the shop,

"What the hell does she thinks she's doing?" Orme almost growled as we walked into the quidditch store to see Korsakov wearing her uniform.

"And there we were hitting the Hufflepuff's hard and fast just like I'd suggested we do." she said proudly to whoever was listening. "It was just such a shame I was forced to take over, she had shown so much potential."

I reached out to grab Anna's arm to stop her storming over, only to have to go for a second grab. "Let me go smack her."

"She's twice your size." I stated holding her back and pushing her towards the new gloves she was so interested in.

"I have two older brothers." she shrugged wriggling out of my grip causing me to grab her around the waist.

"She's the one who ruined you, how the hell do you expect to stand up to her when just a few weeks ago you were crying in the library by yourself?" I hissed trying to snap her out of it.

"Exactly." she said, her eyes boring straight into mine. "And now I need to stand up for myself, I'm Anna Orme."

"Yes, and she's Alexis Korsakov."

"Oh look, the Gryffindor captains taken pity on the failure." a happy voice laughed floating over towards us. "So, Orme. How does it feel to be a disappointment to your entire family?"

"I don't know how does it feel?" Anna asked sweetly back.

"Haha very funny." she sneered getting closer.

Should I step in? I mean it's not my fight to get into, but I can't leave her. My arm was still fixed around her waist, holding her against me.

"What you going to do, cry?" Korsakov pouted, her eyes glinting nastily. "Shame Wood here doesn't like you the same way you like him."

Anna lashed out only to be mere millimetres from her target. I looked over to Korsakov who leant back against the stand of gloves Anna had been looking at.

"I bet it never even crossed his little mind . . . there's only one reason Orme here is so pathetic. One reason why we never beat Gryffindor. She's in love with you."

My grip must have slackened because seconds later Korsakov was grasping a bloody nose and Orme was off out the store. I looked down at her as she laughed despite the injury.

"Sorry, did I just tell her pathetic little secret?"

Shaking my head I left the store, turned away from the village and down towards the shrieking shack. My head span and panic rose in my chest, that's not the reason Ravenclaw never beat us. I'm not the reason she got kicked off the team.

I'm seventeen for Christ's sake, nobody loves at seventeen!

Easily I hopped the fence surrounding the silent shack and stormed towards the overrun gardens, no one would find me here. Especially not Anna Orme.

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Fear rose with increasing speed as I climbed the small foothills which surrounded Hogsmeade. I'd so stupidly let myself believe that nothing bad would come of today, that Oliver did like me, even if it was just an inkling.

But he'd frozen in fear. I'd felt it crash over him, he'd gone from holding me back to not wanting to touch me. So I did the only thing I could think of doing.

Broke the bitch's nose.

How stupid had I been confiding my secrets to a living creature?! Especially one who could talk.

My lungs burned as I fought against my body, pushing it as fast as I could to get as far as I could away from where I'd left him. Pausing at a ledge I looked out over the scenery and saw him, running down to the shrieking shack.

I'd pushed him to that, pushed him to run from me.

"ACCIO BROOM!" I screamed pointing my wand at the castle in the near distance, I needed the adrenaline that comes from a broom ride, I need the peace that comes from being the only person around you and at the moment what I have is simply not enough.

"Thought I heard your screech." A deep dry voice said from ten foot below. "Anna, you look about ready to snap."

"Not now Martin." I groaned. A deep unsettling nerve pounded away in my chest. He wasn't here for a brotherly check in. "I'm a little stressed."

"I can fix that you know, just one little word and I can have them all killed." Eyes darkening as he smiled. "I'd even do it myself, please say muggle borns."

"Martin, no!" I shouted looking casually for my broom, praying it was closer than it was. "I do not want anything to do with your obsession. I'm perfectly happy living like this."

"Oh Anna; sweet, stupid, little Anna." He laughed climbing slowly onto the ledge beneath me. "I don't have any quibbles about forcing your hand and neither does John. We both believe you'd much prefer our way of life."

"Well I do and I refuse." I pulled myself onto the next ledge about, putting another six foot between us. "Martin, I love you. But please don't make me do this."

"Do what baby sister?" he asked frowning, my broom whizzed past him distracting him long enough for me to jump on it and getting well out of his reach.

"Run away from you." I said zooming quickly out of his sight, that way I'd be safe from his wand as well.

Relief passed through my veins and I slunk against the handle, resting my cheek upon it. Well that had taken my mind off of Oliver Wood for at least five minutes.

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I watched her fly slowly over the top of the forbidden forest; she was like some fairy sent to wreak havoc against me.

I don't fancy her and I certainly don't want a girlfriend at the moment, I mean I'm far too busy with quidditch and school work to pay one any attention! But.

But.

If I were to list down everything I could possibly want to find in a female it'd be everything she is, but Anna's better.

• Likes quidditch √

• Good sense of humour √

• Pretty √

• Smart √

And then there's the attributes she's got which I hadn't thought about.

• Actually understands the complexity of game play √

• Eats as much as I do √

• Strong beliefs √

• Friendly √

• Green eyes, Blonde hair, Nice bum √√√

• Insanely smart, but doesn't rub it in √

• Perfect √

But why oh why did she have to have already said she loves me? I mean though, did she actually say it, Korsakov does hate her. But surely if it wasn't true she wouldn't have punched her in the nose.

Add that to the list, good right hook.

I wonder what she's thinking right now. I can bet it's nothing compared to the six or seven demons fighting it out inside me, I can't wait till they sort themselves out and I can finally get on with things.