Transcending Romance

It's as Slimly as You

Your Pov.

Oliver Wood, that Man must love Quidditch more than I love my twin. I never have met a man more inclined to beat everyone and anyone than him. Part of me found this attractive about him, yet another found his obsession such a turn off. So, it came as no shock when the team regrouped again for another Quidditch practice that Wood was more demanding than ever.

"This early?" I let a groan leave my lips as I'm woken up by Katie Bell, our Chaser, that Wood wanted us out on the field early as the sun.

"Afraid so," she sighed and gave my shoulder a gentle rub. Katie was always sweet to me before practices. I got the feeling she sympathized with having to fight Voldemort, school, and other girly things. She was like a mother hen in my opinion- not that I could tell though, just what I assumed.

"Come on, up and att'em or Wood will give a whole new definition to the term 'Beater'," I snort at the joke and begin getting ready at once. Getting loaned a hair tie, I pulled my hair back. I was trying my best not to appear like an old aristocrat, however it was no use and I had no time. Giving up, I headed downstairs thankfully on time with the others and took my place at Harry's side.

Turns out Ron, Hermione, and some kid that claimed to know Harry were out there too aware of the practice (Being the best support group everrr). We began practicing on the field when out of left field (pun intended) the Slytherin team came into sight. Wood stops us and goes down to discuss with them what their deal is. Sensing a form of frustration and just be plainly curious on what those snakes were doing on the field.

"I booked the field today," Wood argues, but the smug looking Slytherin just starred back.
"Easy, Wood, I've got a note." Wood angrily takes the note from him and squints. For just a minute the silence convinces me he cant read, but then he looks at all the players and questions the Captain.

"You have a new Seeker, who?" they all move aside and I can only speak his name barely.

"Malfoy?" my voice slightly shakey. Why would he agree to do anything that would mess up his hair?

"That's right, and that's not all that's new this year," you've got to be kidding me. I looked their brooms up and down, the sexy wood gleamed slightly. I think Wood would get Wood if they weren't in the hands of the enemy team.

"Those are Nimbus 2001! How did you get those?!" Ron questions, I don't think he cared who was holding them. I could hear his amazement in his voice, not needing, but still seeing the shock in his eyes.

"A gift from Draco's father," They all smirked and looked so smug. I wanna slap them all in the face.

"You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best, unlike those tattered things" He makes a motion at Fred and George's brooms and I could see murder in their eyes. I had to bite my tongue. Questions flew through my head, why was he still acting like such a prat again?

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Hermione stands tall and Draco takes two steps closer to her. Fred and George take a step closer towards the prat.

"No one asked your opinionyou flithy little Mudblood." yells from the gryfindor team were heard and Alicia shouts at him, "How dare you!"

"You'll pay for that one Malfoy! Eat Slugs!" Finally after a moment I speak up,

"Ron wait your wand-!" It's too late. Ron is sent flying backwards by his own spell and Malfoy is laughing at the boy. Ron begins coughing up slugs, Harry and Hermione help him up and start off the field.

I huff angrily and march right up to Draco. I wind my fist back and swing directly at his nose which sends him flying to the ground.

"Don't ever talk about my friends like that again!" I march off towards the direction that Harry and Hermione had gone. Letting the rest of the team sort their own things out. I let a tear fall at the pain in my fist as confusion settles in. I wasn't completely sure what a 'Mudblood' was, but I know it was dirty and filthy slander that I hope dies off with the people who once used it. Malfoy was a prat before, but now? He was as filthy as the slugs he should have been cursed with. I can't believe I liked him for a minute.

I felt a hand on my wrist and I'm greeted by the bloody nosed boy. His hair was more tossed now likely from the running he must have had to do.

"I'm sorry," I just stared at him and watched the red stain the green he wore. Sometimes I wonder if that's what I was to him. Just a stain on his own pride. I knew i wasn't going to surround myself with someone so hateful. I ripped my wrist out of his grasp and for a second I saw him flinch, for a second I felt guilty. I turned around, "I'm not the one you need to apologize to." and I walked off again. Leaving him to his bloody nose. I was so getting detention for this- but worth it.

((sorry it's shorter than normal, but I figured you all would want an update now! I really want to update more and hope you all see this as me trying! Love you guys, peace))