Just Some Things I Love About You
A/N: Okay guys, sorry it took kinda long to get this up but life has taken a busy turn and I'm piled with homework. But I'll continue for now. And to my reviewers: well thank you first of all! And second of all, don't worry the plot will thicken and things will happen to our favorite couple but first I need to build up a relationship. I've got plenty in store just you wait!
So here I was alone with Oliver. He was reading a quidditch book, his eyes staring intensely like he was really concentrating. It seemed like the boy focused every ounce of his energy on quidditch. I wish he would look at other things as well.
I Suddenly got the urge to be courageous. Looking out the window, I went to sit next to him. I could feel his eyes follow me to my seat.
"How's your summer been?" I looked to my right at him but he had his eyes back on the book. I could see the moving pictures of the quidditch players.
"Okay," he grunted.
My eyes were pleading with him to look at me but he concentrated on his book.
"So what did you do?" I was still determined to carry on a conversation.
"Went to my uncle's house and then to quidditch camp for a month," he said, finally taking his eyes off of the book.
"No surprise there. Do you ever take a quidditch break?" His eyes narrowed and he smirked again. I continued, "Well I know it's your favorite thing and all but don't you do other things?"
"Yeah," he mumbled, looking embarrassed. "I do other things. Let's just leave it at that."
'The boy is so weird' I thought to myself. It isn't like I touched on a sensitive subject, or did I? I was definitely confused by him. I pulled myself together and continued on.
"Did you miss me?" I smiled and lightly punched his arm to show I was joking around.
He got the message and smiled back. "But of course, Ms. Bell."
I loved that accent of his. That rough Scottish accent could melt me. There was somewhat of an awkward silence between us and pulled my purse on to my lap. Oliver was back to reading. I reached inside and pulled out of my purse a Honeyduke's chocolate bar. Oliver's eyes widen and he smiled.
"Want some?" I asked while I knew the answer. Chocolate was Oliver's favorite, his weakness.
"Oi! Katie, thank you! This is my favorite." He took the piece I gave him with a gleam in his eyes. He was acting just like a little boy, how cute!
"It's my favorite too," I said half-lying. I mean sure the stuff was good but it definitely wasn't my favorite thing in the world.
At that moment the train lurched forward. I grabbed Oliver's arm next to me as we fell off the chair and were sprawled practically on top of each other on the floor. My thick, light brown curls were all over his face and his heavy, muscular leg was on top of mine. It became suddenly dark. If I weren't completely petrified, this would be on my list of best moments ever. I scrambled to sit up, still on the floor.
"Oliver, are you there?"
"Yeah, Katie here's my hand." Reaching around, I found his hand. My eyes began to adjust to the dark and he spoke again, "What was that?"
"Don't know. Are you cold?" I felt suddenly sad and depressed and I could make out Oliver frowning too and slouched.
"Yeah," he said quietly and emotionless.
"Dementors, on the train," said Angelina as she crawled back into the room with George, Fred, and Alicia.
I forgot that I was still holding hands with Oliver but nobody seemed to notice. I let go. The door creaked open again and I saw an awful, slimy hand grip the door and I whimpered. I couldn't see anymore because Oliver took my head and shielded it against his chest. Now we could look at this one of two ways: a) he genuinely cared for my safety and didn't want me to see it (my hero!) or b) he just didn't want me to make any more noise, which could possibly encourage further movement of the dementor.
Suddenly the lights came back on and the train began to move. Everyone settled into his or her seats leaving me back where I started across from Oliver. Looking around, everyone looked shaken up but the air was no longer cold and sad. The dementors must have left.
Not long after we arrived at Hogwarts in our robes and got ready for the sorting ceremony. I sure hoped this would fly by because I absolutely love to eat and couldn't wait to eat the good Hogwarts food I missed during the summer.
Right after Wilson, Gabrielle became a Ravenclaw, food appeared all around me. Oblivious to everyone else around me, I began to eat ravenously.
"Are you going to save some for the rest of us," Oliver said laughing. I blushed crimson red.
"Sorry," I mumbled with my mouth food. A little piece of potato fell out of my mouth and Alicia cracked up. I wanted to dive into the big bowl of mashed potatoes and hope that either somebody eats me up or that I get lost inside and can't get out. I ate the rest of my meal in quiet, with small pieces of food entering at a time. Everyone got up to leave. Oliver was no place in sight.
At the rate I'm going, I may as well never leave my mashed potato hole again!
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Review for me please?!
A/N: Okay guys, sorry it took kinda long to get this up but life has taken a busy turn and I'm piled with homework. But I'll continue for now. And to my reviewers: well thank you first of all! And second of all, don't worry the plot will thicken and things will happen to our favorite couple but first I need to build up a relationship. I've got plenty in store just you wait!
So here I was alone with Oliver. He was reading a quidditch book, his eyes staring intensely like he was really concentrating. It seemed like the boy focused every ounce of his energy on quidditch. I wish he would look at other things as well.
I Suddenly got the urge to be courageous. Looking out the window, I went to sit next to him. I could feel his eyes follow me to my seat.
"How's your summer been?" I looked to my right at him but he had his eyes back on the book. I could see the moving pictures of the quidditch players.
"Okay," he grunted.
My eyes were pleading with him to look at me but he concentrated on his book.
"So what did you do?" I was still determined to carry on a conversation.
"Went to my uncle's house and then to quidditch camp for a month," he said, finally taking his eyes off of the book.
"No surprise there. Do you ever take a quidditch break?" His eyes narrowed and he smirked again. I continued, "Well I know it's your favorite thing and all but don't you do other things?"
"Yeah," he mumbled, looking embarrassed. "I do other things. Let's just leave it at that."
'The boy is so weird' I thought to myself. It isn't like I touched on a sensitive subject, or did I? I was definitely confused by him. I pulled myself together and continued on.
"Did you miss me?" I smiled and lightly punched his arm to show I was joking around.
He got the message and smiled back. "But of course, Ms. Bell."
I loved that accent of his. That rough Scottish accent could melt me. There was somewhat of an awkward silence between us and pulled my purse on to my lap. Oliver was back to reading. I reached inside and pulled out of my purse a Honeyduke's chocolate bar. Oliver's eyes widen and he smiled.
"Want some?" I asked while I knew the answer. Chocolate was Oliver's favorite, his weakness.
"Oi! Katie, thank you! This is my favorite." He took the piece I gave him with a gleam in his eyes. He was acting just like a little boy, how cute!
"It's my favorite too," I said half-lying. I mean sure the stuff was good but it definitely wasn't my favorite thing in the world.
At that moment the train lurched forward. I grabbed Oliver's arm next to me as we fell off the chair and were sprawled practically on top of each other on the floor. My thick, light brown curls were all over his face and his heavy, muscular leg was on top of mine. It became suddenly dark. If I weren't completely petrified, this would be on my list of best moments ever. I scrambled to sit up, still on the floor.
"Oliver, are you there?"
"Yeah, Katie here's my hand." Reaching around, I found his hand. My eyes began to adjust to the dark and he spoke again, "What was that?"
"Don't know. Are you cold?" I felt suddenly sad and depressed and I could make out Oliver frowning too and slouched.
"Yeah," he said quietly and emotionless.
"Dementors, on the train," said Angelina as she crawled back into the room with George, Fred, and Alicia.
I forgot that I was still holding hands with Oliver but nobody seemed to notice. I let go. The door creaked open again and I saw an awful, slimy hand grip the door and I whimpered. I couldn't see anymore because Oliver took my head and shielded it against his chest. Now we could look at this one of two ways: a) he genuinely cared for my safety and didn't want me to see it (my hero!) or b) he just didn't want me to make any more noise, which could possibly encourage further movement of the dementor.
Suddenly the lights came back on and the train began to move. Everyone settled into his or her seats leaving me back where I started across from Oliver. Looking around, everyone looked shaken up but the air was no longer cold and sad. The dementors must have left.
Not long after we arrived at Hogwarts in our robes and got ready for the sorting ceremony. I sure hoped this would fly by because I absolutely love to eat and couldn't wait to eat the good Hogwarts food I missed during the summer.
Right after Wilson, Gabrielle became a Ravenclaw, food appeared all around me. Oblivious to everyone else around me, I began to eat ravenously.
"Are you going to save some for the rest of us," Oliver said laughing. I blushed crimson red.
"Sorry," I mumbled with my mouth food. A little piece of potato fell out of my mouth and Alicia cracked up. I wanted to dive into the big bowl of mashed potatoes and hope that either somebody eats me up or that I get lost inside and can't get out. I ate the rest of my meal in quiet, with small pieces of food entering at a time. Everyone got up to leave. Oliver was no place in sight.
At the rate I'm going, I may as well never leave my mashed potato hole again!
.......
Review for me please?!
