Disclaimer: It's all Jo's.

Author's Notes: Hello! Firstly, I'd like to say that this is just a little extra scene to go along with The First Day of Classes. It fits in between chapters three and four. Secondly, I'd like to thank -ShIvErInG sMiLe- for basically coming up with this sweet little idea. Hugs, dear! And thirdly, I'd like to remind everyone to review!

Alisa

The First Day of Classes

((extra scene!))

Oliver Wood stuck a forkful of egg in his mouth and turned the page of the book he was currently reading, Quidditch Through the Ages (the library's copy, of course, as he didn't have his own). He was trying his hardest to ignore the girl who was hovering above his head, but it was proving especially difficult as she was smelling him again.

From behind him, the girl, Katie Bell, sighed contentedly and ignored the urge to bury her nose in Oliver's mussed hair.

It was just as Katie was inhaling again that Oliver snapped the book shut with such spontaneity that she choked on a lungful of air. Sputtering, she said, "Why so violent?"

Oliver gave her his fiercest glare. "Stop smelling my hair and I'll stop abusing books."

From a few seats down, a bushy-haired second year looked scandalized.

Katie tutted and sat next to Oliver. "I really can't help if you smell like—searching for a word… well, like something that smells particularly good."

"Thank you for the descriptive and inspiring compliment, I'll treasure it forever," Oliver deadpanned, reaching for his bacon.

"You know, if you didn't smell so bloody good, I'd kick you," Katie informed him, nicking a piece of bacon from his plate.

"Then it's a good thing I smell so good," Oliver said, before shoveling another forkful of food into his mouth.

She took a quick sniff of his robes and smiled. "It sure is."

Picking up Oliver's abandoned book, Katie spent the next five minutes in companionable silence with Oliver, munching on toast as he moved on to porridge.

"Good morning, all!"

Katie and Oliver's heads popped up at the sound of the cheerful proclamation to find a chipper Alicia Spinnet and a bleary-eyed Angelina Johnson seating themselves opposite them.

"Morning Alicia, Angelina," Katie greeted, discarding the book, which was immediately picked up by Oliver, who buried his nose in it eagerly.

Katie leaned over the kippers and said something to Alicia, which caused her to giggle. Alicia, in turn, informed Angelina, who gave both girls an odd look. Angelina, instead of partaking the girls' whispered conversation, chose rather to tuck into her breakfast.

Oliver, who had been reading his favorite part of Quidditch Through the Ages (the bit about the Keeper) and missing his mouth with his fork in his concentration (his cheek was turning pink), failed to notice the conversation between Katie and Alicia over the table. What he did notice, however, was Alicia leaning over the toast and sniffing his hair.

He yelped and nearly toppled out of his seat, saved only by Katie grabbing a fistful of his robes. Huffing and adjusting his clothes, he demanded to know just what they were trying to do to him.

"Why, I was just seeing if you smelt as good as Katie said you did," Alicia explained. "And you do," she added.

Oliver gaped for a second before stating, "Come now, do you really think I want people smelling me all morning?"

Alicia raised her hands in defeat. "Fine, from now on, I'll leave the sniffing to Katie." She ended with an exuberant wink, to which Katie and Oliver both sighed exasperatedly.

Oliver turned back to his congealing porridge and noticed over his spoon that Angelina was observing him peculiarly.

"What is it, Johnson?" he sighed, laying his spoon down.

"You wouldn't mind if I smelt you as well, would you?"

Oliver raised his eyebrows at her.

"Well, it's just… they make you sound so wonderfully good-smelling and I'm curious," Angelina said.

Sighing in defeat, Oliver lowered his head. He heard three inhalations and three contented exhalations.

"Heavenly."

"Gorgeous."

"Bloody sexy."

Three heads turned to Angelina, who looked nonplussed and said, quite innocently, "What?"

Katie, looking bewildered, said, "You just called Oliver sexy."

"No, I said he smells sexy," Angelina corrected.

Still looking slightly bewildered, but a bit more relieved, Katie muttered an "oh."

There was the clatter of silverware on gold plate as Oliver set his fork and knife down. Standing up, he said, "Well, I'm off to class. Practise tonight, don't forget." He picked up his bag and practically sprinted out of the Great Hall.

He had just reached the landing of the second floor when he heard someone calling his name. Spotting his pursuer, he had to do all he could not to hide. He thought he'd been more than all smelt out.

"Katie." He gave her a strained smile.

"Oliver." She paused, a bit breathless. "Can I just—once more?" she asked, offering him an apologetic smile.

Sighing, he gave a small nod.

He wasn't expecting her to bury her nose in his hair, and even less was he expecting her to throw her arms around him. But that's exactly what she did.

Startled, Oliver cautiously draped his arms around Katie. He could feel her breathing into his shoulder.

"Thanks, Oliver," he heard her murmur, and just like that she was out of his arms and disappearing down the corridor.

Oliver couldn't help but smile.

FIN.