The Opposition (an oliver wood story)

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"Alright, come down & dismount. Practice is over for today. Good job everyone, but chasers, make sure you're taking the fastest route to the goal, beaters, each swing should have enough push to send the bludgers all the way to Durmstrang, and Draco, try not to let Potter get in your head okay?" Terence said to the team as they ended their morning practice, each of the Slytherins ready to pass out from exhaustion. "Now go shower, you guys smell disgusting."
There was no argument from the quidditch players as they made their way to the locker rooms, but Terence and Michelle stayed behind to lock the balls in the cage to return to Madame Hooch.
"Hey Horvath" Terence said as the two kneeled around the case, tightening the straps around each of the wiggling quidditch balls.
"Yeah?"
"You seemed a bit distracted today. You played extraordinary, but I could tell something was up." Terence questioned.
"Nothing really, but I did see Wood on the way down here after seeing Madame Hooch, seemed as though he was spying on us."
"Ah, that bastard would slap McGonagall if it meant a win for Gryffindor." Terence closed the last lock on the case as he and Michelle both looked up and locked eyes, faces so close their noses were almost touching. "Which is exactly why, we have to beat them."
There was a moment of silence between the two, simply just looking into each others' eyes. Michelle sensed the tension and quickly stood up.
"I agree, but as much as I hate to say it, Gryffindor's a good team and they've got a bloody good captain." She said, breaking the silence.
"Well we just have to be better," Terence said as he stood up, he craned his neck downwards towards Michelle, "I'm sure you and I won't have any trouble with that."

Oliver had finished his individual practice and was heading back towards the locker rooms in the quidditch pitch to return his equipment. He entered the Gryffindor locker room and was quietly putting his broom away when, as he started to walk out and towards the castle, he peeked through the canvas onto the field and saw none other Terence Higgs and Michelle Horvath standing face to face in the middle of the pitch, barely a foot of space between them. A knot tied itself in Oliver's stomach, but he couldn't understand why. He simply shook off the feeling and walked back towards the castle, a frown finding its way onto his face.
Oliver reached the castle and made his way to the Gryffindor common room to get ready for the day. Upon entry he was surprised to see two mischievous redheads sitting on the couch waiting for him.      
"Well....." Fred asked, sprawled on the couch.
"Well what?"
"Well, have you forgotten that Fred and I are in possession of arguably one of the most fantastic magical objects of all time?" George answered.
"Long story short mate, you and Michelle were awfully close this morning. Give us ALL the details." Fred said as straightened up on the couch, putting his elbows on his knees and his cheeks in his palms.
"Blimey boys... It's absolutely nothing, just some friendly competition that's all" Oliver says as he shakes his head, although no matter how much he tries to lie, the twins pretty much know him better than he knows himself.
"Seems a little more than friendly to me, eh George?"
"Once again my twin you are correct, Oliver fancies Horvath and I reckon that once that other Slytherin bloke is out of the picture she would fall right into his lap" Fred says as he almost dances across the common room to lean his elbows on Oliver's shoulders.
"Well, it doesn't seem like that bloke is going anywhere anytime soon" Oliver snaps as he shoves George off of him and storms up into his dormitory.