Ch. 3
I continually found myself searching in the massive crowd consuming the corridors for any sight of Harry, Fred, or Oliver. My eyes scanned the tons of people surrounding me, suffocating me, without any luck of spotting any of them.
I felt myself back up into someone with a very muscular build and I looked up to see Oliver standing there.
Those stupid butterflies multiplied in my stomach as soon as his almond brown eyes bore into mine. But me, being the cool person that I am, tried to act like it was no big deal… just Oliver Wood, right?
"Oliver!" My voice was two octaves higher than normal. Immediately, I felt retarded.
"Hey, Elyse," He said as we kept getting pushed closer together from the large mass of people surrounding us.
"How were your first two classes?" I didn't know what to say, so I tried to start conversation by asking him about …school? Good one, Elyse.
"Good, I guess?" As if I wasn't already feeling pretty stupid for asking this amazingly beautiful creature in front of me about school, now I felt even worse, if possible. I tried to recover my stupidity quickly with a little "Elyse charm" as I like to call it.
"You look nice today," I said quickly, still looking up at his wonderful, perfect face.
"I'm wearing the same thing as you?" Oliver was completely serious when he said it and right then, I wanted the floor to swallow me hole and eat me alive.
"Elyse charm"… or so I thought.
Shoot me, someone, shoot me.
"Elyse!"
Thank god for Fred Weasley.
"Hey, Fred!" I was immediately relieved from most of my embarrassment as Fred maneuvered his way towards me and Oliver.
"Hey, Fred." Oliver nodded his head at Fred who was now standing next to me in the now almost vacant hallway. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I best be going. See you two later."
I smiled in response, too embarrassed still to speak.
"Bye, Oliver." Fred replied.
We started walking towards our third class, Transfiguration, in silence. Uncomfortable silence.
"So, what's up?" He broke the silence.
"Not much… not much…" My voice trailed off a bit as the air filled with silence again. You could have cut the tension with a knife. "How about you?"
"Pretty good," He started. "So, Oliver, huh?"
"What?" I asked calmly and stopped right there in the hallway.
"Oliver… what do you think about him?"
"Is that a trick question?" I gave him one of my curious looks and he started laughing.
"No," He replied, still laughing a little.
"He's nice," I responded cautiously as we started walking again.
"Yeah, nice looking," Fred muttered under his breath. I don't know what it is, but no one thinks I can hear them when they whisper or the fact that I can read lips. Oh,well, it works to my advantage anyway… most of the time.
"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows at him, and in response, he gave me his sexiest look which made me immediately begin to laugh.
"Nothing," He said suspiciously as we came to the transfiguration classroom door.
I reached for the handle as Fred's hand grabbed my outstretched arm and turned me towards him.
"Hey, Elyse," He began…
I swore he was about to lean down and kiss me when the door to the classroom opened and there stood Professor McGonagall.
"Mr. Weasley! Miss Woodthrop!" She exclaimed. Fred immediately dropped my arm and we both turned red. "You are both late! That is a detention tonight with Professor Snape!"
I guess this should have made me extremely upset, but for some reason it didn't and through the rest of the day I looked forward to detention with one of the most evil teachers in the world and … Fred.
The guy I was falling for.
[Author's Notes: Wo0t! I like this chappie. It's nifty. I hope it satisfies your thirst for this fic. I didn't realize how cute it was until I reread it tonight and totally wanted to write more… so sorry if this screws up me updating other stories! Please READ AND REVIEW! It'll make the rest come faster, I promise! Xoxo Hannah Holt]
