The years passed and we became known as the terrible quartet. We were inseparable. I still harbored a crush on Fred, but realized it'd never happen. He was too much of a player. He'd have a new girlfriend every week. I knew I'd have to get over him. My new neighbor helped with that.

Three weeks after I finished my fifth year, he moved in next door. The boy in question was none other than Gryffindor's former Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood. As soon as I saw him, I ran out the door and jumped on him. "Woah!" Oliver exclaimed, barely catching me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged him. "What are you doing here?"

Oliver smiled and put me down. "I live here."

"I can see that." I said, adjusting my pink tank top and cut off denim shorts. "When'd you move here?"

"Puddlemere United accepted me, so I needed a place in London. And since Diagon Alley is full, I moved here."

I smiled. "Sweet. Now I won't have to miss you as much at school." Oliver grinned as I blushed, realizing what I had just said. I changed the topic. "So what are you doing for dinner?"

"Probably take-out."

"No you're not. You're coming over at seven for dinner. Consider it my welcome to the neighborhood gift."

"Okay, I'll be there."

"See you at seven." I said before running into my house to begin cooking. "Look nice!"

At exactly seven o'clock, the doorbell rang. I hurriedly pulled on a red peasant top and ran out of my room. I slid down the banister, straightened my black skirt, and opened the door. My eyes widened at the site before me. Oliver wore a dark green button up shirt that looked so soft, I had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. "Fabrizia…you look amazing." Oliver said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I blushed. "You don't look to shabby yourself." I grabbed his hand and led him to the dining room.

"What are we having?"

"My specialty." I answered, going into the kitchen.

"And that is?" he asked, sitting at the table.

I came out carrying a bowl, "Three cheese tortellini with a garlic alfredo sauce. Plus," I returned to the kitchen. I returned carrying a tray, "Garlic bread, Butterbeer, and dinner mints."

"You've out done yourself." Olive said, looking at all the food. I shrugged as I lit some candles. He looked around. "Where's your dad?"

I turned off the main light and sat across from him. "He's on a business trip to the states."

"How long is he gone?"

"The rest of summer." I saw the worried look on Oliver's face. "Don't worry Oliver. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Eat. The food's getting cold."

We spent the rest of dinner talking about what we had planned for summer. Oliver learned that my sixteenth birthday was next week. After dinner, Oliver helped me clean up the muggle way. Now we were in the living room, watching movies. "I love this movie." I said as the opening credits began.

"What is it?" Oliver asked, moving his legs so I could sit next to him.

"The Number 23." I sat down. "There's this very beautiful character also named Fabrizia. I wish I could be a beautiful and sexy as her." Oliver just smiled as he placed his arm around my shoulders.

Oliver's eyes widened. "Woah..." We were at the third sex scene. "Are they like bunnies or what?"

"Yeah. Pretty much." I replied, trying to keep my dirty thoughts at bay. "And there's more."

Oliver started to get a little…hot. "Can you pause this for a sec so I can change into something more comfortable?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I need to change too."

"Okay. I'll be back in a few." With that, he apperated with a loud pop. I ran up to my room and pulled out a pair of gray lounge pants. I had just finished pulling on a white camisole when I heard another pop. I slid down the banister, it really was the fastest way to get downstairs. "Do you always do that?" Oliver asked, smirking.

I shrugged, "Yeah, pretty much. It's fast than using the stairs."

Oliver just shook his head, a smile on his lips. "Come on. Let's finish the movie."

"You're right, that was a good movie." Oliver said, standing up. He stretched and felt his back pop. "Ah."

"Told you so." I replied, taking the DVD out. "This was fun. We'll have to do it again sometime."

"Definitely." Oliver held his arms out. "Come give me a hug." I smiled and did as told.

"I'm going to miss your hugs." I said quietly.

Oliver lifted my chin to look me in the eyes, "Hey, I'm not going anywhere. I won't be at Hogwarts, but I'll be here." He pointed to my heart and added, "And here." I smiled. Oliver lowered his head gently places his mouth on mine. He was surprised when I kissed back. We parted after a few minutes. He smiled. "Good night."

I blushed. "Night." Oliver kissed my cheek and then vanished with a pop. I smiled, my summer just got a lot more interesting.