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Oliver POV

The wind blew her jet black hair ferociously as she shot a quaffle straight into the middle hoop. Smiling smugly to herself, she attempted to do a backflip. She twisted her body so inexpertly that I felt the sudden urge to go up there and hold her to prevent her from falling. And I almost got on my broom to do so, but she quickly regained her balance and sighed as she shrugged with defeat.

Her smile soon returned as she narrowed her icy blue eyes at another quaffle prancing about beside her.

She truly was gorgeous.

Not only could her skills compete with those of professionals (although I admit some of her broom stunts needed work) but her concentration and commitment to quidditch was truly something else.

After all, she was the Ravenclaw captain: Jocelyn Jones. I dreamily sighed, in my head of course.

"Stop staring at her, Wood."

I shook my head quickly and blinked. Embarrassed, I turned towards the smirking George beside me.

"I wasn't staring at all, Weasley," I protested with a lie drawing out the word 'staring' for emphasis, "You see lad, I was just seeing what kind of moves the Ravenclaws have got and-"

"Oh, and what kind of moves have we got, Wood?"

I turned around to meet the amused green eyes of Jocelyn. She stood there holding her broom beside her. She was barely two feet taller than the broom which reminded me of her adorable short height. Her head tilted to the right as if she was challenging me. I raised my eyebrows at her sudden appearance and when Fred, from my left, had elbowed me in the ribs, it occurred to me that she had asked me a question.

Oh. Right.

I quickly regained my composure. "Well clearly not very good ones." raising my eyebrows, I gave her a mock smile, "Considering the fact that you can't even get a simple backflip right."

Her jaw dropped slightly and her eyebrows knitted slightly. "Go away, Wood." She said sternly and rolled her eyes.

"Actually, we booked the field." I say waving my thumb to the rest of the team behind me, "So, if anyone is leaving it's going to have to be the eagles, alright lassie?"

Jocelyn tilted her head up with a small challenging smile. She put her right arm on her waist, her other hand still clenching the broom."

You know what? We aren't going anywhere. So, if you're up for a match to see who keeps the field-" She challenged with a small smirk playing upon her lips.

"Done." I agreed instantly earning bewildered looks from my teammates. Okay.. so we hadn't practiced properly for a match yet because the quidditch season was months away. Plus, we had a few newbies, too. But that doesn't mean we aren't ready, right? We're Gryffindors! We are always bloody ready.

"Alright then,"Jocelyn confirmed with a smirk, "I'll go inform my team." And with a swift movement, she was up in the air again.

Meanwhile, I turned around to my team expecting happy and excited faces in return. Unfortunately, I got quite mad ones instead.

"Wood!"

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That day did not go as planned, unfortunately.

Needless to say: the Ravenclaw team kicked our butts.

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The party was going pretty well. I wasn't planning to come because well, it was a victory quidditch party for the Hufflepuffs. They had won against the Slytherins this time, and in all honesty, I was impressed. The Slytherins have some swift moves but hell knows the badgers know their way around quidditch too.

Most houses didn't allow students of other houses at these parties. They had even called in the Slytherins to celebrate.

Hufflepuffs are a different species, really.

Fred and Lee were scheming for their latest prank. George was somewhere talking to a girl whom I reckon was named Sia. I enjoyed a few drinks as I chatted along with Percy. He wasn't the kind of person you'd expect me to talk to but having him as a dorm-mate, he had somehow grown on me. Soon, I got a bit bored as the conversation topic shifted to uninteresting matters such as his prefect duties and studying.

My eyes wandered around the common-room and at the end of the butterbeer table, I spotted Jones. Her hair was in a bright colorful tie-dye headband and she looked absolutely adorable.

Gosh, why am I crushing on the captain of the opposite team, again??

"You need to stop staring at her, really," Percy said with a sigh pushing his spectacles up, "It's clear you aren't interested in talking with me right now."

Before I could protest, Percy rolled his eyes and gave me a little push in her direction, "Go on.. just talk to her mate."

A great wingman you are, Perce...

Mustering up my courage, I walked towards her and took a seat on the chair next to her. "Well, uh, hello there, lass.." I quipped cheekily.

"Hello to you too, random boy I just met." She said with a gorgeous smile as she gulped down another shot of butterbeer. Or what I assumed was butterbeer. Clearly, someone had decided to mess with the drinks.

I rolled my eyes at her response. Before she could take another swig from the bottle, I took it out of her hands and put it on the table again. "My name's Oliver Wood. But you already knew that, Jones."

"Oh. Really?" She started drumming her fingers on the table now that she had nothing to do. Her face lit up for a second as she looked at me. "You're really cute." she said slurring her words.

Her words made my cheeks tinge with a bit of colour and suddenly I was very glad for the dim lighting. I smirked in response, "I am, aren't I?"

"Hmm... I guess so, but clearly not my type." She giggled and bopped my nose.

Wait. Rewind. Did she just bop my nose? I simply chuckled at her actions, "Oh really now, lassie? So what is your type?"

"I don't know," She smiled coyly, "Maybe quidditch players who actually know how to play the game."

Ahh. So, she wasn't completely drunk.

"Oh!" I say over-dramatically as I placed my right hand on my chest, "You wound my heart, Jones."

"Aww that's adorable but you and I both know my team has beaten yours for two games straight now."

"By chance, Jones. By chance, of course."

"Right..!" She said with sarcasm dripping from her words as she nodded her head mockingly.

"Well, I need to go now, love." I say as I turn around to go inform my team of two extra Quidditch practices that would be happening this week. Looking over my shoulder, I give her a last glance, "But see you at the pitch. Try not to cry when you lose darlin'."

"Right back at you," She said amused and then added with a smirk, "darlin'."

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Jocelyn POV

The boy popped out nowhere. He gave me a breathtaking smile as he leaned to the side and rested his right arm on the bookshelf.

"So, Jones," Oliver started, "You coming to the game tomorrow? Maybe we can catch a trip to Hogsmeade after..? You are coming right?"

Currently, Freya Kupidon and I were chilling in the library. She was a year younger but we had met on the Hogwarts train in my 2nd year, and become good friends. I was sitting on sofa with the textbook on my lap while she lay down on the carpet flipping through the Fantastic Beasts book.

I looked up at Oliver to answer him with a sorry smile, "No, actually. I was planning to revise for the upcoming-"

"She'll be there!!"

I turned my head so sharply towards Freya that I swear it could have given me whiplash. Knitting my eyebrows together, I gave her a "what are you planning now?!" look. She returned it with an innocent smile and nodded her head in encouragement for me to say yes.

"What but I-" I tried protesting but I could see Kupidon doing her puppy eyes from the corner of my eye. Shrugging, I gave the boy a half smile, "Sure, Wood."

"Great it's a date then!" He chuckled and walked away nonchalantly.

In a flash, I turned my full body towards Eloise, "What the heck was that?!"

"Oh c'mon, Jocey," She flashed a sly grin, "You've liked that guy since second year!"

"Yes but he's the Gryffindor captain and I'm the Ravenclaw captain," I explained making frustrated movements in the air, "It's just not going to be possible and you know that, Frey."

"Bloody hell. I thought people older than me would be smarter."

"Freya!" I exclaimed. A relationship between us wasn't ever going to work out so, I had just given up hope. What else could I do?

"Jocelyn, just do your homework for now. And trust the COH." She smirked and dramatically turned a page of her book slowly.

"COH?"

"Cupid of Hogwarts, chérie." She said her chest blooming with pride, "I already set up Davies and so many other people. I practically deserve the title now."

"Ah, you're one of a kind, Kupidon."

"I know."

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It was the day of the game. Gryffindor vs Slytherin. I was supporting the Slytherins of course. The main reason was that Yeona was the Slytherin chaser along with a few other of my friends who were also part of the team; another reason being it was just so darn fun to annoy Oliver sometimes.

I was about to go have a seat in the audience when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a grinning Oliver in his red and gold Quidditch robes, "Hi, Jones!"

His robes, might I admit, made him look handsome. A word I thought couldn't be able to describe a boy as awkward as Ollie-lollie. Yes, that was the nickname I had made up for him when i first started having a crush on him in our third year. So, sue me.

"Hello, Wood." I acknowledged.

His face suddenly turned into one of confusion as he looked me up and down and he pouted, "You're not supporting Gryffindor?"

"Oh what gave it away? The green stripes on my face or the Slytherin scarf?" I smiled teasingly.

"Jones..!" He whined elongating my name and his pout still on his pretty lips. Those darling pretty pink lips..

The wind was howling this fine winter evening and I was glad that I had borrowed Yeona's scarf as I fixed it closer towards my neck.

I had to squint up at Oliver due to the harshness of the wind, "Oh hush, Wood. You know that my friends Yeona and Atharva are on the Slytherin team."

Pushing a strand of fallen hair behind my ear, the boy smiled sweetly as his warm brown eyes stared into mine, "Yeah but I'm on Gryffindor, lass."

A blush crept upon my cheeks at his actions but I ignored it as much as I could and smirked, "And who said I was going to support you?"

He frowned slightly (and I regretted saying that statement. I didn't mean to upset him) but he had quickly replaced it with a grin.

Putting his tongue in his cheek he pretended to look around until his eyes finally set on me again, he questioned, "Can I at least get a good luck kiss?"

I raised my eyebrows at the unexpected question. Rolling my eyes, I put my hands in the pockets of my robes and answered, "Sure."

Getting on my tippy toes, I pressed a quick peck on his cheek and came back down suddenly extremely flustered after realizing what I had done. I looked anywhere but at him. And I thought he was the awkward one.

I heard Oliver chuckle and he brought a finger to my chin turning my face towards him. He brought his face near mine and I could smell his vanilla perfume perfectly from here. Searching my eyes with his warm chocolate ones, he whispered, "You missed."

I blinked in confusion and before I could realize what he meant, Oliver's lips were on mine. I was surprised at his touch but it felt so perfect and so incredible as butterflies burst in my stomach. I kissed him back, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips which had the ability to make me forget that we were in public.

However, Fred took up the responsibility to remind us of that fact.

"Oye Loverboy!" I heard the ginger yell from the far side of the court, "Get your arse over here. We have a game to play!"

Instantly, Oliver and I broke apart. He nervously combed his hand through his hair, "Er- um.. we should definitely do that again sometime, lass. I er- gotta go right now."

And only with that, he sprinted towards his team.

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"You don't understand he said definitely!" I explained to them as we took our usual places on the tables of the empty classroom.

It had been a week since that kiss. And I was stupidally obsessing over it. The very next day, Wood had asked to talk to me after the positions which was the last period for the day. Before I could even get my hopes up, that idiot of a boy started with, "Forget what happened, Jones. I can't do this. Um yeah.."

I widened my eyes at his astonishing words.

He was the one who initiated the kiss! Not me! And we weren't even dating!!

Not even bothering to respond to the Gryffindor, I had stormed off.

What was that even supposed to mean?! I was never a damsel in distress type, but I thought Wood genuinely had feelings for me.

"Yes, Jo. We understand. You didn't need that guy anyway." Alicia cooed putting a hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

"Oh, I'm showing that git his place, for sure." Freya announced with complete confidence.

Even if I was close to my Ravenclaw friends, these two Hufflepuffs were the ones who were truly always with me. I hugged them both extremely tight, "I love you so much, guys."

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Third person POV

As funny as the words Freya Kupidon used were, she wasn't kidding.

Hufflepuffs weren't known to be the most loyal and determined house for nothing. And French people were never the kind to give up easily.

The next morning right after Jocelyn has explained what had happened, Freya had only one goal: Find Oliver and teach the clueless boy a lesson.

Her first period was free. Oliver's probably wasn't. Not that it mattered to Freya, really.

She made her way to the Gryffindor common-room and stood outside, waiting for the boy.

The wait was longer than she thought it would be. Ginny along with one of the Weasley twins was the first to come outside and she waved and grinned at Freya, to which she returned the gesture with a sheepish wave of her own, a pink tint on her cheeks.

The other Weasley twin, whom the young Hufflepuff assumed was Fred due to his companion, followed suit with an arm around Rhea's waist, whispering things in her ear which made her chuckle.

"Ahh young love," thought Freya in adoration.

Next finally came Oliver Wood laughing along with a few of his friends.

"Helga, were all Gryffindors just grinning and telling jokes all the time?" Pondered the young girl.

"Hey Wood!" She yelled at the boy earning a genuine confused look from him. She beckoned him to come closer and he hesitantly obeyed after telling his friends to move forward.

He scampered towards her wondering what a junior Hufflepuff would be wanting from him. As he reached next to her, Freya gave him a tight-lipped sarcastic smile. Oliver, confused as always, shot her a half smile, "Er.. do I know you?"

"Oh! Right yeah. I'm Eloise Kupidon, a Hufflepuff fifth year. But you probably know me as the COH." She informed with a proud smile.

"Uhm no... what's that?"

"C. O. H. ? Cupid Of Hogwarts??! Really?" She said pronouncing every letter slowly. She furrowing her eyebrows at the boy's unsatisfactory response but then added, "Ah forget it, Wood. I'm sure it will catch on soon enough."

"Alrighty then.."

There was a minute of odd silence: Oliver being bemused at why this strange girl had called her in the first place and Freya, having forgotten what she came for, was pondering when people were actually going to start calling the COH.

Oliver cleared his throat awkwardly and was about to leave when she exclaimed, "Wait! I came here for something!!"

The Gryffindor motioned for her to continue talking. She took a deep breath, composing herself and folded her hands, "What's up with you and Jocelyn Jones, mate?"

Oliver's cheeks flushed at the name itself. He didn't know what to make out of this awkward situation now that the girl he liked was involved in it.

"I- er nothing. Nothing, of course," stuttered the boy.

"Nothing except the fact that you're head over heels for her and should be snogging her instead of breaking her heart by saying she doesn't mean anything to you!" The young Hufflepuff shot back furiously.

"She means so much to me! I never said anything like that!" Oliver was surprised at her accusations. He continued, his emotions now replaced from frustration to nervousness, "She..um is the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain. And I'm Gryffindor's. It won't be good for our teams! And you know how important Quidditch is to me!!"

Freya Kupidon was frustrated at his words to say the least.

"What in Merlin's name?!  Oliver Wood, you listen to me right now! Do you know how it is like to watch two lovers, soulmates maybe, like each other so much that one's name or sight itself can bring a blush to the other's cheeks?" Oliver slightly smiled at this statement even if he was seemingly aghast by her outburst.

Freya continued but now with a faraway look in her eye, "And the fact that it isn't one sided or the fact that it is completely normal, a boy and a girl liking each other, and adorable even? And yet one of them is dumb enough to cut off the relationship before it even starts?! All due to a silly reason like being on different Quidditch teams? It's not weird to date someone like that, Wood!"

"But-" The Gyffindor tried to argue but Kupidon wasn't going to allow him to.

"She's a beautiful person, both inside and out, who you have fallen head over heels for, and yet you're in denial. I've seen the way the Weasley twins tease you about her and still you won't accept it for yourself. Don't let something so trivial get in the way of being with the one girl you genuinely like! Love is love, mec!"

Oliver started fiddling with his tie and guiltily spoke, "Bloody hell.. I messed up didn't I? Um you think I should apologize?"

Freya gave him one of her -are-you-serious-right-now looks, "No, of course not. That entire speech I gave you was just for fun."

The oblivious boy looked genuinely confused. To which, she hissed, "I was being sarcastic. Should you actually apologize? YES!! Go get your girl!!"

Oliver grinned in response and scampered towards the right corridor only to stop in his tracks halfway. Turning around, he groaned, "You made me late for Transfiguration, Kupidon! Mcgonagall is gonna kill me..!"

"Oops."

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Jocelyn POV

The lessons for the day had finished and it was time to relax. I absolutely adored this place in the Ravenclaw common-room. The third windowsill from the right with the potted Dittany plant and the pretty designs on the blue windowpane and the entire aura here was wonderful. The golden sun-rays gleamed in through the window. Just sitting on the windowsill reading the latest version of The Tales Of Beedle The Bard was incredibly calming. However, the green grass outside was extremely inviting and a stroll would surely be wonderful for a change.

Putting the book on the small tea table beside my seat, I contemplated asking one of my friends to come along. However, the decision of going solo to just think over my entire situation over by myself seemed like a better choice.

I walked down the stairs of the Ravenclaw tower just wondering what Oliver was thinking. Was this some kind of game to him? Was that awkward adorable boy a player of some sorts?

I took a turn towards the left corridor leading to the main gate of Hogwarts. I let out a sigh which quickly turned into a squeal as I felt someone grab my arm and turn me back towards the corridor I was walking from. I felt a palm on my mouth to curb my yelling and a whisper in my right ear, "Please don't scream, lassie. I just want to talk."

His voice made a shiver run down my back but I immediately put my guard up. Harshly turning around to face the person, I removed his hand from my mouth so I could speak, "What the hell, Wood?!"

Speak of the devil..'

I looked up at the boy. The lack of windows and Peeves breaking the only lamp in this part of the hallway caused this part of the hallway to be dark. And yet, I could see Oliver's beautiful bright eyes looking desperately into mine. "I'm sorry for catching you here like this, Jocelyn." He cooed, "But I tried getting your attention in all of the classes today and you just kept ignoring me!"

I rolled my eyes at his ludicrous words, "Oh so you can ignore me and I can't? A bit unfair, don't you think, lad?"

"I'm sorry," he started as he cupped my right cheek with his hand, his eyes boring into mine as I searched them for honesty, "I truly am. I was foolish and idiotic and all those names you kept calling me in third year. I couldn't see what I had had in front of me and I have completely lost her, now.."

I bit my lip as I thought about his words. What was up with with this hot and cold relationship? Was this some odd tactic? Alicia was right: boys are  idiots.

I kept searching his eyes. Did he really mean all that?

I didn't know what to make of the situation. I wanted to do the only thing I knew: run away from my problems. I turned on my heel as I made my way back to the grounds.

Go away Wood. Go away and forget I exist.

Just like you did before.

"Wait!" came the voice as he scampered towards me. He got a hold of my shoulders as he looked down to look straight into my eyes with a piercing gaze. He whispered, his voice barely audible, "I like you."

And with that, he connected our lips. His smooth pretty lips were pressed against mine in a gentle yet passionate kiss. His tongue brushed over my lower lip asking for entrance and as much as my mind told me to back away, my heart had other plans. Before I knew it, our tongues were fighting for dominance. I let him win this time, I just wanted to enjoy this feeling right now. His fingers caressed my cheeks and my hands wrapped themselves around his neck. I kissed him harder not wanting to let go of him. I was kissing the boy I had a crush for four years. Merlin, I was kissing Oliver Wood.

Unfortunately, the need for oxygen had led to me breaking away. Blushing, I attempted to remove my hands from his neck but he resisted and instead brought me closer instead by wrapping his hands around my waist. He kept his forehead against mine and looked down at me with those chocolate orbs. "I was a fool to let Quidditch get in the way of this. Of us.. I really  do like you, Jocelyn Jones. And I really hope you're still planning to come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend."

"Yeah, Wood. I think I like you too," I whispered shyly against his lips as I leant in for another kiss until-

"MERLIN'S BEARD!!! I knew I would get you guys would get together!" rang out a voice from the far side of the corridor.

I threw a bemused glance at Kupidon, confused as to how she had played a part in this but the way Oliver was nervously scratching the back of his head made me think otherwise.

Well, I guess, Freya Kupidon isn't called the COH for nothing.

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Wowza don't we all just want an Freya in our lives? Also dangggg that was a long update, huh?

Read on ahead for a bit of Cedric nostalgia..

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