Game of Love (An Oliver Wood Romance) part 8(Take My Hand)

"AND POTTER REACHES OUT - AND CATCHES IT! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE MATCH!"
Olivers face immediately turns into one big smile and he hugs me tight before giving me a short peck on the lips.
"We won!" he said lifting me up into the air while I protested by trying to hit him in the arm.
"I wonder what happens when Puddlemire wins," George whispered to his twin, who grinned back.
"Would you like to meet the players?" Oliver asked me.
"No, I wouldnt want to bother them," I said giggling back.
"Oh come one they wont mind," he said with puppy dog eyes.
"I bet they would love to see their old captain," Fred said rolling his eyes.
"Oh shut it Fred," Oliver said trying to be serious but his boyish smile broke out immediately after.
"Actually we should go and congratulate Ronnikins," George said grinning evilly at his twin.
"Ronnikins?" I asked.
"Our brother," they replied together.
"The keeper that replaced me when I left," Oliver said sliding his arm around my waist.
"He did well that game," I stated.
"You should have seen him last year. He was bloody horrible!"
"George!"
"What? Its true. Even he admits it. But after a summer training with his professional quality brothers, hes better," Fred said smiling smugly.
"Well I guess Im going to have to meet this Ronnikins as you call him," I said smiling at them as we walked out of the box and down to the locker rooms.
hah! Ronnikins! hah!
"RON!"
"Ron get youre bloody arse out here!"
"RON!"
"Dont make us use your pet name!"
"Im coming!" came an angry voice out of the locker room.
"Maybe we shouldnt have bothered them," I said biting my lower lip.
"They wont mind," Oliver said giving me a kiss on the cheek. Fred and George looked at each other with sneaky grins before running into the locker room.
"OY!"
"Oh sorry Harry. Thought you were Ron since you covered your hair with that hat and took your glasses off."
"Harry!" Oliver whispered with delight as he let go of my waist. He looked as if he wanted to go in, so I nudged him.
"Go in, Ill wait out here."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Im fine, just go," I said waving him into the locker room. He grinned and kissed me on the lips with so force and passion that I was blown away.
"Thanks luv," he whispered into my ear before running through the door that Fred and George had.
I heard shouts of "Oliver!" and "Nice to see you Wood!" from the people inside and I smiled knowing that I had made him happy.
It was the least I could do for letting him take me here. I had many favorite things in life and watching a Quidditch game was one of them.
I turned my back to the locker room door and I walked a couple paces to left. The wall of the locker room had stopped and gave me a complete view of the Hogwarts castle.
It was so beautiful that it took my breath away.
"Beautiful isnt it," a voice whispered into my ear.
I swear I jumped about five feet in the air I was so scared.
The voice chuckled as I turned to him. He was a boy that looked to be in about his sixth year with bright blonde hair, ice blue eyes and green robes. He was quite handsome but not as handsome as Oliver.
"You scared me," I blurted out.
"I noticed," he said smugly as he took a step towards me. "What is a beauty like you doing here?"
"I came to watch the game."
"I'm sorry, t'was a bad one. Potter and his team of measly Gryffindors probably cheated. But not like I like those smart arse Ravenclaws," he sneered.
I then concluded that he must have been a Slytherin.
"Well I better be going," I said thinking of Oliver.
"But I dont even know your name. Ive never seen you around, what house are you in?"
I gulped.
"Hufflepuff, now goodbye whoever you are," I lied as I walked away from him.
"What is your name," he said through his teeth after grabbing my wrist.
"Helena," I squeaked, hoping that he wasnt a Puddlemire fan.
"Would you like to stay and have lunch with me Helena?"
"My friends are waiting," I said truthfully. He was gripping so hard that my arm wrist was white because there was no blood going to it.
"You can tell your friends that you would be having lunch with the great Draco Malfoy." Draco Malfoy? That named sounded very familiar. I would ask Oliver about it later.
"No, I must get back to my friends," I said tugging at his grip.
"No one says no to Draco Malfoy."
"Michelle?" I heard from the locker room.
"Woods here," Draco hissed.
I sensed there was some bad blood between them.
Footsteps started coming towards us.
"Ill see you later," Draco hissed as he let go of my wrist and stormed out into the grounds.
"Michelle?" Oliver called again.
"Im right here," I said coming around the corner.
My eye sight started to go in and out of focus.
"Where were you?" Fred asked coming out of the locker room. He was followed by a jet black haired boy and another who looked much like the twins.
Or was he their triplet? With my head aching, I couldnt tell.
"I was looking at the view when I met someone or rather he scared me," I said looking in the direction that Draco had just fled.
Oliver looked concerned.
"Who was he?"
"He said his name was Draco Malfoy."
"DRACO MALFOY?" Oliver, Fred, George and the other two boys yelled.
My ears began to ring.
"Hes pure evil!"
Things became blurry.
"Hes a bloody git!"
I swayed from foot to foot.
"Hes a bloody Death Eater!" said the black haired boy.
My eyes popped out of my head and then suddenly rolled back into my eye sockets as I felt everything go black.
I got the name Helena from the song, which I am listening to right now. Gotta love MCR
When I woke up, I was in a comfy bed. Everything was bright, so I squinted my eyes.
Then something blocked the light and as my eyes focused, I saw that it was Olivers face.
"How are you feeling?" he said squeezing my hand.
"Im fine," I said sitting up in the bed, rubbing my head.
"Im sorry I said that," the jet black haired boy said looking at the ground.
Oh! He probably thought I fainted because he said Death Eater. If only he knew...
"Its ok," I said looking him in his bright green eyes. A small smile broke out across his face.
"Im sorry I forgot to introduce myself," I said looking at him and the twin look-alike, "Im Michelle Dunbar."
"Im Ron Weasley," said the redhead as he extended his hand.
"Otherwise known as Ronnikins," George said ruffling his hair and Ron scowled.
"Youre a good keeper," I said smiling and he turned bright red. I then turned to the black hair boy. "And youre..."
"Harpoter," he mumbled.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Thats Harry," Oliver whispered into my ear. I smiled at Harry and extended my hand.
"Its nice to meet you."
He looked at it oddly.
"You arent going to ask about my scar?" he said surprised.
"Not if you dont want to talk about it."
He smiled at me and Ron raised his eyebrows. It made it seemed like he never smiled these days.
I looked out the window to see the sun near the horizon.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Near supper," Ron said clutching his grumbling stomach.
"Well I better get going home," I said looking at Oliver, "By the way, where am I?"
"The hospital wing," Ron replied.
"Usually Madame Pomfrey would be all over you and telling us you needed rest but after she took a look at your eyes, she said that you were fine. But she did give you a potion."
I stopped swinging my legs and trying to stand. She must have known about my condition from my eyes.
"I know, odd isnt it?" Oliver said reading my amazement.
"Yeah," I said standing, but just as I did, legs gave way.
Oliver, luckily, caught me.
"Well lads, its been swell."
They all nodded and said their goodbyes.
"Take my hand," he said and I did.

RESULTS!

We then left with a pop and I saw that he had ended up at his apartment.
"Are you okay?" he said setting me on his couch.
"Yes," I said rubbing my eyes, "I just felt dizzy."
"Do you now?"
"No," I said looking him in the eyes, "But I do feel like kissing you."
He laughed before meeting my lips.
As our tongues met and entwined together, the sun disappeared from the horizon, thus concluding our wonderful day together.
So how did you like meeting the special guests? RATE AND MESSAGE!
~frenchie~