Captain - An Oliver Wood Fanfiction

Chapter 13 - Easy there, tiger

"So why is Slytherin practicing this late?" Erin asked on the way there.

"To practice their foul play. They've been doing it all year", Oliver said, gritting his teeth.

"With Marcus Flint as captain, it will be a messy year", he added. Even though Erin liked the majority of Slytherin house, their quidditch team was rotten, relying on expensive, gifted brooms, intimidation and foul play.

"But how? It's after curfew", Erin said irritated.

"Snape gives them special permission. Some bullcrap about complete focus or something like that. I can't believe the other teachers allow it." Oliver was clearly not very fond of their team either. Slytherin had won the Quidditch Cup for years in a row now and seeing as they didn't play very nicely, it'd be so rewarding to take that away from them.

"Shame we can't apparate", Erin puffed when they saw the quidditch pitch from a distance. It was quite the walk.

"I've been meaning to ask", she remembered. "When's your birthday? Since you're taking apparition lessons in your seventh year."

"December 15th", he said, which was only two months from now.

"So we're practically the same age", Erin smirked.

"No, definitely not. You're still a baby", Oliver said and playfully bumped her shoulder.

They got close to the quidditch pitch, so they kept quiet and slowly moved forward, making sure no one could see them. They found a spot just behind a hill, so they were hidden from the Slytherin team, but where they had a good view of their practice. It was dark, but it was not difficult to see that their moves were aggressive and aimed for destruction.

"They need to lose this year", Erin whispered, highly irritated. "If it's not me, I hope you can." Oliver smirked at the compliment.

"You bet that's what I'm going for."

Oliver got out a little brown bag from his pocket.

"Sugar quill?" he asked Erin and handed her one. Erin shrugged and opened the packaging.

"I never eat these, but they're quite good", she said as she enjoyed the taste of pure sugar.

"Really? They're great, my favourite sweets actually." Erin chuckled at how weird their situation was. It amazed her how different their relationship was from just one and a half months ago.

It was quiet for a while. Erin tried concentrating on the Slytherin team, jotting down some notes, but laying so close to Oliver, for whom she still had massive feelings, made it very difficult. Why was it so difficult for her to lose these feelings? Hanging out with him just gave her hope. The moments they sometimes had, those who were so special to her, they had to mean at least something to him too, right? She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that things that had such an effect on her didn't seem to faze him at all. She just wanted him to like her so badly.

"Hey, Oliver?" she asked after a while.

"Yeah?"

"How do you feel about our match that's coming up?" Erin asked nervously.

"I don't know, I'm always a little nervous about quidditch games", he said.

"Yeah, me too. I just hope we don't get completely humiliated. I feel like it's all my responsibility", Erin sighed. She was team captain so all pressure was kind of on her.

"Hey, you'll be fine, you're a great captain", Oliver said. "But we'll still absolutely smash you", he added with a smirk. Erin couldn't help but smile. How did he not realise how charming he was?

"Just to warn you, I tend to get a little in my head a couple days before a match", Oliver chuckled. "So if I don't talk to you, that's the quidditch maniac in me."

"You don't say", Erin smiled.

"Hey, let's promise something", he said and held out his hand. "Let's promise that whatever happens during the game, whoever wins, we'll still be friends after?" Even though Erin didn't particularly like the word "friends", she did like that deal. Maybe, just maybe, if Erin wasn't Oliver's direct competitor anymore, he could see her in a different light.

"You've got yourself a deal, captain", she said and shook his hand. The touch gave her chills, but made her all warm too. She so badly wanted to kiss him, but after being friendzoned once again, that didn't seem like a good choice.

"You okay?" Oliver asked her, waking her up from her daydream. She was still staring at him and still holding his hand.

"Yep", she said and quickly pulled her hand away, her face staining bright red. The embarrassment she felt right there was indescribable, but Oliver just smiled. She's really cute, he thought, before shaking those idiotic thoughts away. She's the one to beat.