*A/N: I probably should mention that this story starts when Harry's going into his fifth year (Order of the Phoenix). So there ya go, I mentioned it :) Oh, and sorry about any typos in the first chapter… I changed Emily's name a few times (couldn't find one I really liked)*

I woke up to the familiar scene of Oliver, sprawled out goofily on the bed. The sheets were twisted, his head wasn't even on a pillow, and one leg was hanging off the edge. I giggled quietly to myself. The guy was always a terrible sleeper.

"Oliver," I whispered in his ear gently. "Oliver, dear, I have to get ready to go."

He groaned, his eyelashes twitching at the sound of my voice. I shook him lightly on one shoulder. "Oliver?"

Still he refused to wake up.

So, I said something that would make him pretty pissed, but at least it would wake him up. "Ollie!" I almost yelled at him.

He bolted straight up in the bed with a dumbfounded look on his. "Haven't I told you enough that I hate that nickname?" His Scottish accent only added to the hilarity of the situation. I started to laugh. He blinked a few times before chuckling lightly.

"Ah," he sat up, "So you're leaving this morning, eh?"

I nodded sadly. Leaving him was one thing that made me hesitate to take Albus' offer. He'd be training most of the off-season. It wasn't intense training, but he had to go.

He wrapped and arm around my waist, pulling me down onto him. I gasped with a little giggle.

"I'm going to miss you." He confessed, touching his nose against mine. I stared down into his brown puppy dog eyes. He'd always made girls melt, with that stare. It still made me giggle like a silly little school girl.

I pecked him on the lips. "I'll miss you too… you'll come by and visit, right?" I asked with sad eyes.

He chuckled. "If Dumbledore lets me through those magical boundaries, of course I will." His eyes twinkled.

I sighed, rolling off of him and slipping out of the bed. "I hope you'll be able too. Although, things aren't very calm in the magical world lately."

"I know," Oliver got out of bed, walking groggily over to the doorway. I followed him out into the kitchen. "Just yesterday our practice was interrupted by a stray dementor."

My head popped up. He hadn't told me that last night. "What? Why didn't you tell me that last night?"

He seemed surprised at how worried I was. "I—I don't know. I guess forgot." He shrugged, reaching up to a cabinet.

I sighed heavily. He just had no idea how much I worried about him sometimes. Besides Harry and Sirius he's the only thing I've got that's even close to family. And, I haven't really talked to Sirius in a few months.

This morning proved to not be getting any better as I stubbed my toe on the door on the way in my bedroom. That should be a sign that this day wasn't going to go well. But I got in the shower and did the normal routine. I had a few hours to get ready. My hair was going to take at least a half an hour. I wrapped the towel tight around me and did my hair. Soon the auburn waves were tamed and half up. My side bangs wisped over my eyelashes. I looked in the mirror, satisfied, and continued with the makeup.

When I was finished I stuffed all that I had used into my luggage. I turned off the lights and headed into the bedroom again. The sun was just peeking out from over the horizon. An orange light seeped through my windows. The curtains were half-way open.

I padded over to the carpet just as Oliver came through the doorway. He never really cared about walking in on me. And, I will admit sometimes that becomes a problem. I whipped around, clutching the towel just in case it was someone else. But all I saw was Oliver, standing near the doorway, smiling that irresistible Scottish smile. I felt my face get hot. You'd think that after two years and everything we've done I wouldn't be so bashful. That's just my personality though.

He chuckled, sauntering over with that grin on his face. "You're so cute." He gushed, wrapping his arms around my waist. He bent down, kissing me sweetly. I held the towel with one hand, reaching up to caress his face with the other.

He pulled back, whispering in my ear. "I got something for you." I looked up into his eyes as he lifted something up in front of my face.

It was a silver necklace… with… diamonds on it? All the presents he had gotten me in the past had been cheaper than diamonds—not that they weren't beautiful gifts. But for him… I figured he'd spent half his pay on it. Sure, he was getting a lot of money from being a pro sports player, but this was the off-season…

It was so beautiful though. The pendent was made of three teardrop diamonds. The top one was big, and the other two got smaller. I drew in a breath.

"Oliver, you didn't have to go and do that!" I smiled, slapping him playfully on the arm. "That looks expensive!"

All he did was smile back, shaking his head. "You are worth every penny." He wrapped his arms around my neck, clipping the chain on. His smile never dimmed.

I couldn't help but get a little teary-eyed. "Thank you, Oliver, really it's beautiful."

"Ah, I just thought you might want something a little more… refined to make you look… teacher-like… and of course you needed something to remember me by." He chuckled.

I giggled carelessly. "I don't need any object to remember you by." I reached up, gently kissing him again.

When he pulled back he walked to the other side of the room, going into the bathroom to take his shower. I figured it was a good time to get dressed.

Before he jumped in he mentioned one thing he was happy about… "Eh! At least I won't have to deal with all the makeup of the bathroom sink!" He laughed.

"Haha very funny!" I laughed sarcastically.

I managed to pick out an outfit that wasn't in one of my luggage bags that looked 'teacherly'. It consisted of a plain black short sleeved dress with a v-neck. I covered up with a light black cardigan in case it got windy or started to rain (like it always does in Scotland). I slipped on black patent closed-toe heels. The heels only added about two inches, so I was still pretty short. The necklace that Oliver had just given me matched the cubic zirconium bracelet he'd gotten me when we were still in school. And, as always, I put on my mother's favorite diamond stud-earrings. I left her engagement ring safe in its case in my luggage.

"Oliver! I have to leave for the train now!" I yelled towards the bathroom. He came walking out, looking more awake then before.

"Already?" He asked, drawing me into an embrace… a shirtless embrace.

"Yeah, I better get a move on." He kissed me one more time, drawing it out longer than I'd expected. I had to fight to pull away, giggling.

"I have to go…" I put on my black satchel and grabbed my two red rolling suitcases by the handle.

As I was getting ready to go out the bedroom doorway his voice called out for me again. "Wait!" I turned around. "At least let me come with you." He smiled, holding his arms out, revealing that he'd put a polo shirt on. The bathroom light was off. All I could do was sigh.

"Come on," I rolled my eyes. He followed me out of the house with his car keys. He said he would drive me and pick me up so I didn't have to pay for parking.

We got in his Porsche (I told you he got paid big bucks during the playing season) and headed off to London. It was still dark out, being five in the morning. There was barely anyone on the roads. It would take us a few hours to get there.

We didn't talk much. I slept for the most part. But Oliver did ask me a few good questions…

"So how do you think Harry's going to take it?" he raised an eyebrow, still staring out at the road.

"I can honestly say I have no clue, Oliver… do you think he'll be mad at me?" I couldn't help but think he'd resent me for leaving him with those pain in the arse Dursleys for about fifteen years.

There was a silence. I knew what Oliver was thinking.

"Well… I'm going to say yes… only because he always told me how much he hated those relatives of his." He admitted.

"I know, I know." I said, "They're terrible… but we only did that to save him some trouble. If he had gotten adopted… well, you know how I told you it was hard for my muggle parents to accept me being a witch?" He nodded. "Dumbledore figured that it would be even worse for the muggles that adopted him… since eventually they would have found out about his… uh… past."

There was a silence that probably meant he understood.

"What I'm trying to say is, it would probably have been too much for them to handle… all those people wanting him dead and… the prophecy…"

"Prophecy?" He questioned.

I realized I had slipped. "Ah, just forget I ever mentioned it." I said shortly. He didn't push me any farther. The rest of the ride was silent.