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The Ballad Of Oliver&&Draco. [Shipper genre evolved] |
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Warning!: Involves what actually happened to Oliver Wood near the end.
Involves shipping of: Draco&&Oliver
Oliver would of course be the only 8th year at Hogwarts who knew the most about Quidditch. Since Harry came into the picture, his status was lowered to just, Keeper. In fact most of his buds called him that, others Wood, others Oliver. It recently happened, either occuring on chance or just fact, Ron and Ginny Weasly par took in the sport. Few years back, about one year after Harry joined, sworn enemy and threat to Gryffindor, Slytherins seeker, Draco Malfoy came into the picture. Malfoy was a wise young boy and was son of a death eater, you'd think he'd get kicked out for that.
The first few tournaments of the year were great. Gryffindor won Hufflepuff and drowned in a astonshing defeat by Ravenclaw. It was the last game of the season. It would also be Olivers. Gryffindor and Slytherin. No supprise to him, they always played Slytherin at the last game. Whoever wins this game will carry on to the Tri-Cup Finals. "Ok men, and ladies, this is it. The biggest game of the season. Lets make this a good last one gents. Ok everybody get ready." The players mounted their brooms. Harry took a stong grip on his Firebolt. Oh how Oliver wanted a Firebolt. That dream may have ended after he saw Harry crash his Nimbus. In the crowd he shot a quick glimpse at Lusious Malfoy. He was swinging a key around his fingers, Malfoy manor keys of course The key was the shape of a M for goodness sake. Couldn't make it more obvious.
Oliver took firm hold of his broom, the doors opened, he lead his team out to the battlefeild. On the other side Oliver could see the Slytherin team. He flew around the three rings to practice and noticed Harry arguing with Draco. He flew over to them to break it up. "Break it up you two love birds. Enough is enough. You know, where I come from, we have ways to break up a fight like this. Mr. Malfoy, would you kindly come with me for a minute. Don't even think about flying away, you have to give respect for senior players."
Malfoy looked at Oliver as if he said something bad or of the sort. He shrugged and followed Oliver. Oliver called a time and the game was paused, a game which had never started. "Now Malfoy, I know you are 'sworn enemy and supposed to kill Harry Potter' but you need to take that somewhere else. Or at least save it for the game." Oliver put his big hand on top of Draco's small head, in comparison. Draco pushed his hand off with minimum effort.
"Well then you need to tell Potter that I will wait for the game, and he better be ready for what he's got."
"I'll be sure to remind." Oliver watched as Malfoy pushed off the ground and smoothlly flew back to his team. Oliver pushed off the ground to join his team. He gave Ron a face that ment, "That's how I do." Fred and George were pushing around the middle of the field and Ginny was bashfully waving at Harry, who didn't seem to notice at all.
Th last thing Oliver remembered was tumbling down into a dark pit. He opened his eyes to find himself in a white room with Madam Pomfry and a few fellow Gryffindors surrounding him. he shook his head and groaned. "Ugh, what happen. Harry? We win Harry? Harry?" Harry was looking down, afraid to tell him something, he just knew it. "Oh well, you will have next year now won't you?" Oliver put his hand on Harry's shoulder A flashback in his mind appeared. He remembered before the game, talking to Malfoy.
"You won't have a next time Wood." Ron commented, "Profressor Dumbledore has something to say to you Mr. Wood." Dumbledore slowly walked over to Oliver's bed with a very worried look on his face.
"I'm terribly sorry Mr. Wood but, it's time to head back to Glasgow. I'm sorry that you have to hear this news from me but, it's for the best if you understand."
"No I don't Professor."
"Well, a young boy at your age should not get this hurt, this badly, this much. We've taken you out from the Quidditch team for the rest of the season. Your bags are already packed Mr. Wood. We will miss you." It was then that Oliver realized his arm was broken and his face had streaks of dry blood. He touched his forhead and whispered a small spell which instantly demminished his wounds.
"The broken arm is unable to be cured by magic. Please see a doctor almost instantly when you arrive home." Madam Pomfry sounded like she was in a hurry. Oliver remembered his first year and how she taught us of of pixies and herbs.
Oliver arrived at the train station by horse and carrage. he wasn't the only one boarding the nine and three-quarters. There were actually many students and adults. He recognized a few of his fellow students. He took a step forwards the stopped. He felt like someone or something was watching him. He turned around slowly to see Malfoy standing almost directly in front of him. "Malfoy. What are you doing here?" Malfoy was crying, he could see that. Malfoy ran and hugged Oliver with full force. Oliver struggled to speak. "Malfoy why are you crying. Shouldn't you be planning ways to kill Harry Potter and the rest of Gryffindor?" Malfoy released his grip and straightened his robes.
"Ach, yes I should. Very bright you are Mr. Wood. I wanted to thank you for the talk before the game last night." At that instant, Oliver's arm started buldging with pain. He grimiced.
"What for? I just told you to save it."
"Yeah well, I should kill you for that but, seems I already, sorta did."
"You did this? Why I ought to.." Oliver started to pull out his wand when the train's whistle blew. "Next time we meet....I don't know what I'll do with you but, grrrr!" Oliver hopped on the train and that was the last Draco ever saw of Oliver. It left him in tears.
I could say that. Or I could say that they did meet again and Oliver killed Draco. Then I would be lying, and no one likes a lier. Oliver's life at home was like any other. He lived in the same street as the fellow student Seamus Finnigan. Glasgow was a drafty place in the winter. It's been a year since Oliver was sent home from Hogwarts. He still has dreams about the place, some bad some good. He had methods of forgetting but it never seemed to work. Every time Seamus would come home for the year he would invite him over for video games or other activities. Oliver finally got a job over a Fred and George's joke shop and helped George all he could to get over Fred and move on. Then again, who could ever forget Fred. Without him George is just George. The only thing Oliver remembers from his last day at Hogwarts was the emotional talk with Malfoy. Could Malfoy actually have...felt something for him. Guilt, pleasure, hatred, love? It all seemed confusing to him. He thought Draco loved Hermione somewhat. Well I mean there has to be a reason why he hates Ron.
Oliver always feels a bit famished ater a long hard thought proccess. He ran downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of hot milk and a turkey leg. He stopped and thought. "Wait, I like coffie right?" He glanced over at the mug of coffie his mum made earlier today. Oliver's mum is a muggle and his dad is a pure-blood. There were doubts that Oliver was depressed over Hogwarts. Oliver's parents agreed to send him to an all boys school for a year. Nothing was going right inside Oliver's head since his last day at Hogwarts. "Oli? Your first day of school is tomorrow. Please get some rest." His mum and dad were seriously worried about him. That night, Oliver thought that, "this was all planed. It must be a new form of punishment, but what did I do. Nothing I did, that-that Malfoy kid did this to me. At least my arm is fixed."
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