Destined| Sorcerer's Stone :Book 1

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"Are you sure I can't follow, what if he's a creep," Harry chuckled as we plopped into the Common Room couch.

"Then I'm sure I can handle myself Haz," I chuckled.

Harry rolled his eyes and smiled.

"I trust you," He smiled.

I nodded.

"I think it's cute that you're really protective," I giggled.

Harry groaned and gently pushed me off the couch.

"Just be lucky that I care for you Kay," He smiled.

Oliver Wood came descending down the stairs with a smile on his face.

"Ready," He asked.

I simply nodded and he exited the Common Room holding a box and his broom. I got up from the floor and stood up. I waved goodbye to Harry.

"I'll see you at dinner," I giggled.

I ran out of the common room. Together Oliver and I walked through the corridors silently. Girls older and younger each stared at him like he was a piece of meat.

"Wood, why are they staring at you like that," I asked politely.

He laughed.

"Did I say something wrong," I asked.

He shook his head and blushed. Once we finally made it to the empty field Oliver and I sat in the middle of the field. He pulled out a box and smiled.

"I hope you know the operation and how the game works," he said.

I smiled.

"Of course I do Wood," I giggled.

"Call me Oliver or Ol," he blushed.

I nodded.

"Are we going to start training," I asked politely. "I'm so excited."

He blushed.

"I've never met someone who was so excited about Quidditch before. This is exciting," Oliver said.

"I worship the game. It's a lifestyle," I giggled.

"I wish my little sister appreciated the game like you she despises it," Oliver chuckled.

"You have a sister," I ask.

"A third year, her name is Rosalyn," Oliver smiled.

"We all have our differences," I smile.

Oliver smiled and stood up. He extended a hand out for me to hold and I giggled. I grabbed his hand and got to my feet. I let go and picked up my broom and mounted it.

"Let's play a game," Oliver asked.

"What kind of game," I asked.

He smiled widely.

"Okay, if I can block a hit from you, then I can ask you any question. If I miss a hit, you can ask a question," Oliver smiled.

"Prepare to answer questions then," I smirked.

"That's how I like it a competition," He smiled.

Oliver opened the box and grabbed the Quaffle out.

"I hope you know how this functions," He asked.

"My mother was a great Chaser in Gryffindor. My father was a great Seeker and Cedric is a great Seeker. I can manage," I grinned.