Oliver grumbled yet again during Charms class. Quidditch and the upcoming match against Slytherin was on his mind. Becki didn't even look up because this was his twelfth outburst in this class alone.
"Becki, you're the best at Hogwarts in Charms. Everyone knows it. Do you know a good luck or anti-nerves or even a performance enhancing charm? My nerves aren't holding up, I'm in desperate need of one!" Oliver said suddenly, praying that Becki could help him.
She looked up coyly and replied, "Well yes, I do happen to know a more...conventional way of boosting your chances. It'll have to wait until the morning of the match, though."
Oliver surprised even himself by jumping up and sweeping Becki into a hug, but he didn't regret it. She was so warm, so soft yet firm, and she smelled intoxicatingly good. He wanted more than a hug, and he was going to try his hardest to get it.
The days passed quickly, and ever day in the classes that Oliver shared with Becki he tried his hardest to make her laugh and smile, but he learned that she wasn't very willing to be pulled out of her shy shell. Oliver told hoke after joke and story after story. He couldn't get Becki to say much until the morning of the match against Slytherin. She sat next to him at breakfast, and Oliver thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. Her hair was curled and tucked behind her ears by a headband adorned with a large charmed bow that flashed Gryffindor's colors merrily. He quickly ate his breakfast as she chatted excitedly about the game to come. She told Oliver that she would be waiting by the changing rooms for him and then scampered off. Oliver was the first to make the trek down to the pitch, and there she was, waiting for him. His heart leaped. Becki waved him over and then took his hand to pull him around the back of the changing rooms. Oliver's curiosity peaked and his heart accelerated as Becki told him to close his eyes so that she could cast the charm. He happily complied, and it became so quiet that he could hear birds happily singing and he was tempted to peek. Suddenly there was a hand on his waist and his eyes shot open to meet Becki's, a mere inch away from his own.
"Good luck," she whispered and touched her warm pink lips to his, ever so gently. Oliver's heart soared, and he put his arms around her to draw her closer. Becki happily obliged. The kiss could have gone on forever, but Becki wiggled out of the enclosure of Oliver's arms when she heard the entire school approaching the pitch. She quickly pecked his lips and then playfully pushed him towards the changing rooms.
"Fly well. I hope my charm worked," Becki said sweetly over her shoulder as she sauntered away to the stands.
"Damn," Oliver muttered to himself as he walked dreamily to the front of the building. He already craved her in his arms again, wearing the pride of victory on his shoulders.
Oliver blocked every single shot the Slytherin Chasers made, and Harry delayed catching the Snitch to give his own Chasers a chance. Gryffindor won the match 370 points to 0. When Harry finally decided to catch the Snitch, Oliver looked down into the stands at Becki. He caught her eye and grinned. The after-party tonight in the common room would be interesting, indeed.