I could hear a range of different objects being moved and I knew everyone was up. Raising my head slightly I saw the sun shine through the windows as Sara grabbed two skirts and compared them together, "What do you think?" She asked me as I stood up, yawning silently. I knew that she loved fashion very much but it had never been a particular favorite of mine. Yet I did love her fashion very much!

"They are exactly the same." I pointed out but her red lips pursed tightly and she nodded to me, "Yup, this one is good too." Grabbing the one in her left hand she looked then for her white shirt.

Abruptly she stood and asked, "Where's my brush?" I shrugged as she looked around her bed then yelled in triumph. She then proceeded to brush her bright strawberry blonde hair that barley fell to her shoulders. Then after she looked into the mirror next to her bed and sighed loudly, "Why do I always have a million freckles in the summer?"

I stood grabbing my own clothes and putting them on responded, "It's not always just in the summer." I meant it as a mere statement, not to offend her…thank God it did not.

Sara shot me a sad depressed look then shrugged happily, her lips trying to be bigger than what we would find under a microscope. After I was done dressing finding my robes and putting them over my clothes I nodded, "Where's Teresa, Rachel and Gray?" Sara turned to me her green eyes saying brightly, "Something to do with bathroom and makeup…not like they need it."

Suddenly the door to our room opened and I saw Teresa and Rachel, all adored in makeup, though to me, they looked exactly the same. Gray followed behind them clutching a book. Gray moved her long black hair out of her face as she walked past me and onto her bed, located right by mine. She blushed when she knew we were all looking at her before she gave a crooked smile. Her smile covered her whole face and made her brown eyes, even though it seemed genuinely impossible, smaller. She had a long sharp nose that made her distinguishable in any situation, no matter where she was in reference to us.

Rachel began to tap her shoes impatiently as I grabbed more of my items. "What are you doing?" She asked her voice with excitement in it.

"Just grabbing…stuff…you know, other things…" I muttered under my breath as I got down on my knees to look under my bed.

Twirling her longer blonde hair, that was as sharp as the sun, she looked at me with her hazel eyes. I could tell she was deep in thought by the way her pink lips loosened and she looked past me out the window, "Oh stop it!" I was the first one to say it followed by the others.

Rachel's head shot up and she shrugged, "You know it has been a long time since he spoke to me…I just wish things had gone differently."

Of course we all knew about Joshua Frank who had left school last year, who had been madly in love with Rachel. Rachel had been the same way; she had even considered leaving her family to stay with him. Then one night, about four months ago he had no longer spoke to her. All contact had been off; even when she sent letters they only got returned unopened. It had broken Rachel's heart and it had killed me, as a friend, to see her like that.

Gray and Sara were the first to go to her side and hug her, "It's all right."

Teresa smiled with a small laugh then said, "God Rachel, you are the prettiest fifth year, more than likely the prettiest girl at school, I think you should look for someone else."

I shot her a dark looked then Teresa whispered back, "She can get anyone she wants."

Rachel gave a hopefully smile then said, "Hey, come on, if we didn't miss breakfast already we should eat, lets go."

Sara took position next to my side, ready for everything that could possibly happen before we went to breakfast. "Lets go get them." I knew in no way did she mean food.

Teresa was sighing loudly as she growled, "Would you wait?" While we had all been talking no one had noticed Teresa fixing her hair delicately. Her temper rose unsettling as Rachel hit her arm, "Shut up, let's go, you look fine."

"Easy for you to say, you're a beauty." Teresa growled but with a sense of humor as she walked with us down the stairs and into the Ravenclaw common room.

Looking back at Rachel to make sure her heart no longer dwelled on Joshua she gave me a small smile that told me she would be alright. Rachel was mostly our fun and our drama queen but yet, like me, she feared nothing. One minute she could laugh and the next she would become serious and listen to every word you had to say.

There was a silence that soon became laughter as we stood in the common room, even Teresa was now laughing with us. Her short brown hair that got shorter in the back and longer in the front. She was mostly the outcast in the group who, when not with us, was alone or with Andy Day…her maybe, possibly, boyfriend. She was the tallest of the group besides Rachel, who was sporting her long legs. Standing still in the common room I looked lazily at my friends, "What's going on? Why are we not leaving the common room?"

They turned to me looking scandalous as Sara shrugged and said, "We thought we would get some in time with our friend before her boyfriend, who let me just say has been waiting outside our common room for the past hour, took her away." There was an infectious pace of laughter as I gaped, "No, no you guys! Oliver has been waiting that long! Why didn't you tell me or wake me!"

Ignoring their innocent looks I pushed past them and out into the hallway. There, sitting down next to my feet sat Oliver Wood; my everything. When he looked up warily and saw my smiling face he jumped to my side. Wearing the colors of Gryffindor, the bright scarlet and gold he looked at my blue and bronze. "Good morning, love." He said happily as he took my hands in his.

I could till hear the soft giggles behind the now brick wall as he took my down the stairs, our hands still connected. We ran down the stairs at a flying speed and when we both hit the bottom he picked my up and twirled me into those arms of his. Laughing automatically I felt my feet touch the ground once more. Wrapping my hands around his neck I buried my face in his shoulder. Taking a deep breath I tasted what was left of his cologne which always set my body into a roaring fire. Sighing deeply, satisfied I brought my bright, ecstatic eyes up to his. Oliver was grinning now, presenting those perfect teeth all in a row.

Touching the back of his hair I ran it through my fingers as he twirled my long reddish brown hair through his own fingers. A look of pure happiness that he only got on two occasions hit him as I closed my eyes to kiss those lips that belonged solely to me. Tasting his lips with a growing smile I kissed his lips which hungered for me. This was the moment of heaven which could not be taken away from me.

When I was no longer able to breath under the circumstances I pulled my head slowly and regrettably away from his. Looking into those brown eyes that held love for me, so much love it paralyzed me, I nudged him softly with my cheek. Taking my hand once more Oliver said with a full English accent, "I'm going to have practice later today…at around six, when we get the pitch. You think after Gryffindor is done playing Quidditch you would like to come down?" I could feel his hopefulness as he had asked.

Teasing I tightened my lips delicately then said, "I don't know…"

I suddenly felt his hands reach down my side and tickle me as I screamed running away I felt him follow. Taking me from the back Oliver sharply turned me around to face him once more. That was when I knew it was perfectly fine that we were missing breakfast. I wasn't very hungry anyway, and every moment with him was more than food could ever sustain me. Leaning on him I put my head on his chest as I looked up into those eyes which looked down.

"Sounds wonderful." I kissed him lightly on the cheek as his face lit up with a great grin.