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Without Further Ado,
Chapter 3-Eleanor

"That was possibly the scariest thing I have ever seen" said Bridget referring to the Dementors that had scared Harry of his broom.

I don't think I would ever get the Image of him falling out of my head. After Harry had been magicked onto a stretcher and taken him down to the Hospital Wing, I couldn't help but notice how dejected Oliver looked. Even Cedric seemed ashamed that he'd caught the snitch and not been able to save Harry.

"I know, I feel bad for the Kid." said Melissa as Nicole blabbed on and on.

Currently she was yapping my ear off about how I should go tell Oliver that "I" wanted to go out with him to Hogsmeade.

"Nicole, for the love of Merlin SHUT-UP!" I yelled. "He's probably gone to see how Harry's feeling, be a bit more sensitive will ya" "He just lost a game and almost lost his seeker too."

"We'll then you can go comfort him" she replied cheekily.

I gave her a disgusted look. "One, We're not even dating and two, I would never." I snapped.

"Uh-huh, stay right there I'll be right back" she said running off towards the castle.

I stayed silent for a while as we waited for Nicole to come back. I thought back to the match. It was extremely rough considering the fact that the wind was shoving the players around. At one point I almost had a heart attack when a Bludger was hurtling its way at Angelina Johnson and had knocked her off her broomstick. Luckily she was able to get back on.

After a few moments, I decided to break the silence.

"Do you think she'll ever stop meddling" I asked.

"Ah, cheer up. Hey do you think you can help me with my essay when we get back" asked Bridget.

"Yea su-

"Found him" yelled Nicole. She looked pretty tired. Wait. Did she really run all the way to the Hospital Wing just to find out where Oliver was? Gosh, She really needs a new hobby.

"He's in the change rooms, and I think he needs a little comforting" said Nicole in a sing-song voice.

I rolled my eyes at her childishness, but decided to go down there anyway.

"See you guys back in the Common Room" I asked.

"Yea, I still need your help on that essay" said Bridget.

"Don't be long" added Melissa.

I nodded and made my way down to where Oliver would be. I really hope he wasn't changing. That would make things really awkward.
I stepped cautiously into the changing room.

"Hello?" I called out.

No answer. There was no noise other than the sound of a running water. Could he be in the shower?

"Oliver!" I called out. "you there?"

I stepped further into the room until I was standing in the middle. One of the Lockers were open and there were a bunch of clothes spilling out which I guessed were his.

I turned around and was almost screamed at what I saw.

There he was, standing fully clothed in the middle of the shower while water ran down his face, soaking his clothes. The fact that he was wearing a white shirt did not help my situation.

"What the Bloody Hell are you doing!" I yelled grabbing his hand and yanking him out of the shower.

He simply stood there in a daze as though he hadn't even heard me. I shut the water off and grabbed a towel from his locker and threw it around him.

"What were you thinking?" I asked standing in front of him.

"We lost the match" he mumbled obviously embarrassed.

"So because you lost a match, you decided to stand in the shower for eternity" I asked.

Startling me, he grabbed me by the shoulders.

"Do you know what losing this match has done to our chances of winning?" he asked, a strange light burning in his eyes.

I raised an eyebrow. He really was a Quidditch fanatic.

"Oh relax, would it make you feel better if I say I'll take you up on your offer from earlier?" I asked.

I shouldn't have said that. I would honestly rather deal with and agitated Oliver than a hormonal one.

He grinned at me, letting his hands fall to my waist pulling me closer. Although the fact that he was sopping wet should have repulsed me, it didn't.

"Yes it would" he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Our faces were now closer than ever. He brushed his lips against my ear and I couldn't help the shiver that ran through me at his touch. I rested my hands on his chest, partly because my legs were tingling so so much I could barely stand and because I couldn't help the way he made me feel whenever I was around him.

"I can hardly wait" he whispered.

I simply stood there. Not out of shock, but because the effect he had on me was overwhelming and I didn't trust myself to talk.

What he did next shocked me even more. I should have realized what the glint in his eyes really meant.

He pressed his lips against mine. For a moment I just stood there shocked, and then I kissed him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Thanks god he was only about half-an-inch taller than me.

He deepened the kiss, pushing me up against one of the lockers and pressing his body against mine. I ran my fingers through his hair tugging slightly on the ends, resulting in a low moan from him. I grinned against his lips.

Yes, I know that I probably should not have been kissing him, but can you blame me? Quidditch blokes were extremely fit (I would know, I trained some of them). Besides, he was such a good kisser.

I could have stayed there all day if it weren't for the fact that we were interrupted.

"Well, Well, Well, what have we here" asked the voice of Fred and George Weasley.

I probably would have jumped a foot in the air if it wasn't for the fact that Oliver was so damn strong and he held me down. Instead I simply stared at the my feet feeling the blood rise to my cheeks.

"Oh Ollie, you naughty boy" said Fred. Or was it George?

"What have you been doing to little Ellie?" asked the other.

Seriously? Ellie? I was going to punch one of them when I got out of this. For now, I settled with glaring at them both.

"You know, I'm pretty sure you two could have found a much more 'comfortable' place to do "it" if you wanted to" said Fred with a wicked grin.

"It's nothing like that" grumbled Oliver obviously annoyed. I could see a faint blush on his cheeks as well.

"Ah yes, Well I suppose little Ellie here wouldn't have let you even if you tried" said George.

By the way he was gripping my waist I could tell that even Oliver was getting uncomfortable with what the twins were suggesting we had been doing.

"What are you two even doing here?" asked Oliver sounding slightly wary. He probably thought they were here the whole time.

"We were simply worried because you hadn't come up" said Fred innocently.

"Gotta look out for out teammates" said George.

"Although it seems like Ellie here was doing a splendid job of "taking care of you" said Fred with a wink.

I went back to staring at the ground.

"We'll be going now, just make sure you two don't get too comfortable in here" added George as they slipped back out.

I could hear them laughing from outside.

"I'd better get going" I mumbled.

He didn't even try to stop me as I left, it was probably for the best though. We were rivals and this wouldn't work out between us.

As I made my way up the castle steps I felt weighed down.

I made my way to the Common Rooms and slipped into bed unnoticed even thought it was still pretty early.

I would need all my rest tomorrow if I was going to put up with the rumors that Fred and George would without a doubt spread about what me and Oliver had been doing in the changing rooms.

Touching my lips one last time with my fingers I fell asleep dreading tomorrow.

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