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Petrified Words- Oliver Wood

Y/N eyes practically rolled back into her head as Oliver stood infront of the team. Poor little Harry sat beside her shaking, he was scared. He knew many people would hate him on that pitch because of the rumours. Harry Potter the Heir of Slytherin, absolutely absurd ideas. He was a boy. The 4th year girl swung her arm over the boy and brought him in a hug, she had grown accustomed to having him and his friends around all the time. They had become her little siblings of kinds, a trait probably from being Fred and George's best friend.

"We're stronger, quicker and smarter." Oliver announced as he described their play to the team.

"And not to mention, they're dead scared Harry'll petrify them if they fly anywhere near them." Fred added with a laugh as the Weasley Twins stood between Y/N. Harry standing just infront of her.

"Well, that too."

"Oliver!"

"Y/N!"

"Don't worry about it Harry, I'll keep you safe." Y/N told the younger solemn boy who now had a adorable smile on his face as he pushed up his glasses embarrassed.  

"Don't forget that Marcus Flint and Miles Bletchley will do absolutely anything for our dear old Y/N." George added earning a elbow to his side only widening his smile.

"Rather disgusting actually. Much prefer Wood being infatuated with her." Angelina laughed earing a glare from both Wood and Y/L/N. And they continued towards the quidditch pitch, smiles on their faces seeing Hufflepuff already warming up.

"Professor McGonagall." Y/N greeted the old woman, who had a look of solemnity written upon her face.

"This match has been cancelled."

"You can't cancel quidditch." Oliver pipped in causing Y/N to lace her fingers with his. The warmth radiating of the Scottish man. 

"Silence Wood. You and your teammates will return to the Gryffindor Tower immediately." The professor spoke and without another word the Gryffindor team were heading towards the common room. As they appeared through the portrait, they were quick to notice that everyone se had also been sent to the Common Room.

"What's going on?" Y/N muttered as Oliver trudged all the way over to the red sofa beside the large bookcase, the golden stitching making it look like a piece of art. Y/N following closely behind.

"I'm so annoyed!"

"I know Oliver. I can tell."

"I had the perfect plans for this game too. We were going to win."

"Yes I remember, we wasted many of our dates on the quidditch ideas Oliver!" Y/N stated and Oliver didn't say another word as they awaited Professor McGonagall to enter, joining her house. Y/N simply rested her head upon Oliver's arm as she laid across his lap. His other hand gently playing with the strands of y/h/c hair, twisting and turning it. A habit of his when he was nervous or aggravated.

"Does anyone know what happened?" Y/N asked the Irish boy sar across from her, Seamus looked just as confused as everyone else.

"It's Granger." Percy muttered and Y/N's eyes widened immediately. Granger, Hermione Granger. She was like a younger sister to Y/N, she had taken the curly haired bookworm in and helped her understand the magic world. Y/N and Hermione were friends, their bond coming up from the similarities of growing up as a muggleborn. Even though the bookwork was two years younger then her, she was incredibly smart and beat the older girl in grades already.

"May I have your attention please."  McGonagall called walking in the room, the chatter from earlier dying down as they awaited for her to speak again.