[An AU in which Oliver and Marcus ignore any differences and are happy and Alicia Spinnet is there because why tf not?]
They’d been playing together for six months before they had
an actual conversation. They fought on the pitch, blaming each other for
mistakes during practice. When it was good, during matches, they worked like a
dream. Playing against each other for six years at school had made them
intimately aware of how the other moved. They seemed to sense how the other was
going to react to the ball.
A/N: oh my God! I don’t think my inbox has ever been this filled than with people asking for this part of Bad Reputation! you guys are AMAZING! so, I just couldn’t leave you hanging there and I wrote it faster than I had originally planned but, inspiration kicked in so I couldn’t just let it go! haha and well, it seemed like you all really wanted it so… I hope you guys like it! :D you guys are AWESOMEEE xD haha so, you deserved you part 4! (I still don’t know how many parts this story is going to have yet :P) I hope you guys like it! xD
“Hey, (Y/N)” Oliver said finding the girl in the Common Room. She was sitting by the window reading a book.
“Oh, come on, Wood. It’s a Saturday!” (Y/N) said rolling her eyes.
“No, I know” he said laughing a little and sitting in front of her. “I was just uh wondering if you’re coming to the match later” he said not knowing why he got a bit nervous when he asked her.
“The Quidditch match” he said in an obvious tone.
“Why would I go to the Quidditch match?”
“W-well, Professor McGonagall thought it’d b-be good for you to get involved in school activities” he told her. It wasn’t exactly a lie. He had mentioned it to Professor McGonagall and she had thought it was a marvelous idea. That’s the same thing, right?
“Ugh! Isn’t it enough that I haven’t got detention for a week?”
“You haven’t got detention for a week?” he asked sounding a bit more shocked than he meant to.
“Actually, I got detention with Snape on Wednesday but he doesn’t really count, does he?” she asked smirking a bit at him. Oliver simply rolled his eyes laughing a little.
“So, you’ll come?” Oliver said a bit excited.
“Well, I’ve always had a deep admiration for guys who fly around in sticks with other guys” she said with a sly smirk.
“Hey! Quidditch is not just flying around! I’ll have you know that it is the most popular game among wizards and witches. In 1269, Barberus Bragge-”
“Alright, alright, fine! I’ll come!” she said stopping him from telling her every single thing he knew about Quidditch.
“Yes, you don’t have to cry about it” she said with a small smirk.
“I’m not crying about it” he pouted. “I just… thought you might even enjoy it” he told her.
“Doubt it but if it’ll get you to shut up about Quidditch, I’ll go” she told him.
“Good enough for me” he said feeling excited and standing up. “I’ll see you there, then” he told her leaving the girl with her book.