Y/n's POV:
I crept out into the dew in crusted lawn just before dawn. I was going to meet the cat and Pads to catch up and see what was needed of me.
"So, Y/n, I am going get that rat. You watch out for Moony, it's his time of the month," Pads says swishing his tail lazily back and forth.
"Ok, cap," I say transforming into a human again.
Oliver's POV:
"Where's Y/n?" I asked as I paced the floor.
"Right here love," Y/n says creeping up on me and pecking me on the lips.
"Come with me to the locker rooms?" I asked.
"Why?" Y/n asked.
"Only the team is allowed entrance," Percy snapped as he barged in.
"I am the team captain," I spit back. "I can breach some rules," I add. I grab Y/n hand and bring her to the Great Hall. If there was anyway, I am nervous, my hands shows it. They are shaking like a leaf in a tornado.
Y/n's POV:
"Oliver, eat! You are going to eat, end of discussion," I say filling his plate.
"Looks like you go yourself a keeper, Wood," Fred says cracking last-minute jokes.
"Oliver, you are gonna be fine. I doubt that with this team, anyone will beat you," Angela soothes.
"Oliver needs to eat," I say stubbornly.
"I will be fine, now let Y/n and I go to the locker room," Oliver states latching onto my arm.
Oliver's POV:
I brought Y/n to the locker room before the game and sighed.
"There's something plaguing your mind. You can't concentrate, what's up?" Y/n says rubbing my back.
"When Sirius Black broke into the common room, where were you? You keep disappearing when I need you the most. Why? Are you tired of me?" I ask.
"Oh, lord no! I'm never tired of you. It's just I'm busy with extra work. I just have a lot to deal with. I had a dream of my father. I then remembered the letter about the Ministry finding the last piece of him. It's all catching up and plaguing me. I'm sorry if I act distant. I'm sorry," Y/n explains.
"What about the times you've lied to me?" I asked.
"It will all be explained in due time. Just not now," Y/n says holding my hand. I get up and gently pin her against a locker. I kiss her with fiery passion and desperateness
Y/n's POV:
"Oi! I think we are interrupting something," George says loudly.
"OUT!" Oliver barks.
"Wait, don't go! You need to change into robes and go get 'em, Gryffindor!" I shout walking out and run to the stands to get a seat next to Hermione and Ron.
Oliver POV:
"Time to go," I said tersely. We walked onto the pitch at an eruption of cheers were heard.
"Captains shake hands!" Madam Hooch shouts. I walk over to Marcus and grasp his hand. He grips it tighter and sneers at me. I went into lockjaw and trudged back to the team with my hand numb. "Mount your brooms!" Roars Madam Hooch and we were off the ground.
Things were going dirty. The Slytherin team were fighting dirtier than they've ever played. They were so desperate to win, they were pulling all the tricks they had. Gryffindor was winning but tiredly.
"Hey, Wood, what about if I have my beaters kill your chasers? I think I'll do that!" Marcus calls from a huddle. He then directs his players to attack. I hovered restlessly called the team in.
"Ok, here's the plan, watch what Slytherin does and counter it. Don't forget any of their moves and Harry catch the snitch when we are fifty or more points up. Let's go!" I say hoarsely.
"Oliver, you will be fine! We will win this! We got this!" Angelina says bringing up the courage level of the team. We all fly out and is back to battling.
"Angelina! Look out!" I shouted as a beater nearly too her head off.
"Harry! Behind you!" One of my beaters shouted. Harry swerved to narrowly avoid being a projectile.
"FRED!" George screams as a bludger was aimed for Fred's head. Fred whacks it back toward the Slytherin keeper.
"PENALTY!" Madam Hooch roars.
"OH, COME ON!" George screeched.
"COME OFF OF IT, MISS!" Fred screams. The whole of the team then raced to protect Alicia as she went in for the goal. With the absence of the team gone on one side I was left open for dead and Marcus took that to his advantage.
Y/n's POV:
I see the scarlet robes of Gryffindor abandon Oliver and swarm the Slytherin keeper. Oliver started flying back and forth across the hoops. Then Marcus got smart and told his beaters to aim two bludgers at Oliver knocking the air from his lungs.
Oliver's POV:
*WHAM* I rolled over in the air gasping for breath. I clutched the broom and gritted my teeth.
"We have to win!" I whisper with the lack of air and in the blink of an eye, Harry go the snitch. My heart raced.
Y/n's POV:
"I don't believe it!! We've won!" Hermione shouted.
"We've won the house cup!" Lee Jordan shouted.
"We're the ruddy bloody best!" Ron was yelling in my ear. I see the team land and see Oliver running toward me and glomps me happily.
"Good job my love!" I say. He kisses me gently and smiles.
"Stay with me," Olivershouts as he drags me away from the crowd.