Okay then, yeah, I'm really, really sorry for not updating like I said I
would, but things came up, like me failing my Chem. Class for instance. Oh
well, I hope this chapter makes up for the time lapse.. ENJOY!
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I'm sick of smiling And so is my jaw Can't you see my front is crumbling down? I'm sick of being someone I'm not Please get me out of this slump I'm sick of clapping When I know I can do it better for myself I'm sick of waiting Sick of these words that will never matter
I wire these nerves together Hoping for a chance to think on time And I'm tracing over your letter To see if your intentions are as good as mine
But you're getting worse I swear it It's hard to prove you're an understatement You're getting worse And I know That you'll be calling me again
- "Understatement" New Found Glory
~^^ In the Gryffindor Locker Room ^^~
"Alright!" Sarah shouted. "Who's ready to kick some Slytherin ass!"
"YEAH!" the Gryffindor quidditch team chorused throughout the locker room. Rachel sat silently stretching off to the side. Two younger beaters were whispering in excited voices to each other to Rachel's left.
"Hey," Harry said sitting down on the bench by Rachel.
"Hey," she replied stretching out her legs.
"I, ah, I just wanted to wish you good luck, and umm.. Well you see, I mean, to see if you wanted to get a butterbeer after the match," Harry asked stumbling over his words.
She smiled widely at him and stood up. "I'd love to Harry," she said.
"Great! I'll meet you in the commons then."
"Right," she said as he turned and began walking away. "Oh, and Harry," she called smiling as she walked behind him into the main area. Most of the team had already headed to the gate.
"Hm?" he turned around.
Looking into his eyes Rachel slowly put her arms around his neck. She leaned in closing her eyes and kissed him full on the lips. After a few seconds she pulled back and smiled opening her eyes. She let go of his neck and grabbed her broom walking away, "Good Luck!" she waved over her shoulder heading for the gate.
Harry looked dazed after her as Ron came up behind him.
"Hey! Where's my 'good luck' kiss?!?"
~^^ During the Quidditch Match ^^~
Harry sat dazed on his broom, staring at Rachel. The look in his eyes was dreamy as he followed her with his gaze around the pitch. Every move she made, every goal she scored. He studied her and looked up confused as someone shoved him on him broom. "Wha?"
"C'mon Harry focus!" Sarah yelled then raced forward catching up to Rachel. Snatching the quaffle from a Slytherin chaser she tossed it ahead to Rachel. Rachel flew ahead towards the hoops and underhanded it off to Sarah who flew close to the hoop and tossed it laterally to Rachel, who threw it into the opposite hoop, scoring another 10 points to Gryffindor.
The score was now Gryffindor 90 to Slytherin's 30. Rachel had scored 6 of those; the other three were between Sarah, and their third chaser Ian Stone. Harry sighed looking ahead at her.
"Would you focus on the match Potter? Staring at my cousin isn't going to win you the game. Besides, even if you were paying attention you still wouldn't win," Draco sneered at him.
"Shut up Malfoy," came Harry's lame comeback.
"Ooo. Nice one Potter. I'm shivering in my boots," he mocked flying off across the pitch.
Harry rolled his eyes and searched for Rachel. But instead of finding her, he found the snitch. "RACHEL!!" he called out to her.
"What?" she shouted to Harry turning her broom around to face him. After seeing his signal to land, she jumped off her broom and bolted for him.
He landed and smiled at her as she rushed over.
"Are you crazy Harry?! You have to find the snitch, if you don't Slytherin will win!" she cried.
"I am crazy," Harry said stepping closer to her. "Crazy about you," as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Kissing her deeply her reached up and played with her ponytail. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He broke their kiss, to come up for air, and kept one arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. The other he thrust high into the air, holding the Golden Snitch. The crowd roared loudly as Draco landed near the Gryffindor couple.
"You got lucky Potter," he said then looked into Rachel's eyes. ~ Meet me in the astronomy tower at midnight. ~ Sneering he left the two and headed for the Slytherin lockers.
Harry beamed widely at the crowd as the rest of the team circled around the two and lifted Harry up on their shoulders carrying him off to the after party. Rachel smiled after him and slowly picked up her broom and walked into the locker room.
~^^ In the Gryffindor Lockers ^^~
Rachel sighed as she towel dried her hair, she changed into her 'Red Swords' quidditch uniform from SBA and did a simple drying spell on her hair. She brushed out her light brown hair and grabbed her duffel, heading back up into the school.
~^^ Hogwarts: Gryffindor Tower ^^~
Rachel descended the stairs through the mass of celebrating Gryffindor and spotted Harry talking to Ron and Sarah. "He won't miss me," she frowned and left the tower in search of someone.
As the portrait closed behind her she sniffled and walked away quickly.
"Hey!" Harry called out over the crowd. "I think the true hero, err.. heroine in her case, of this match was Rachel Rivers!" he shouted.
The rest seemed to agree as they began cheering loudly for her to stand up and take a bow, but then the cheering stopped, everyone looked around for her. But she could not be found.
Harry frowned
Ron sighed.
"Where is she?" Sarah questioned loudly.
~^^ Hogwarts: Oliver's Quarters ^^~
Oliver was reading over some paper work for Puddlemere as a knock came upon his door. He glanced up and then back to his work, "Come in," he called.
Rachel sighed turning the knob and she walked in with a small smile on her face. "Hi Oliver," she said slowly.
"Hello," he said not looking up from his papers.
"Whatcha doing?" she said walking over to him and leaning on his desk and little.
"Paper work for Puddlemere," he responded dryly.
"I thought you were on leave?" she questioned.
"I am, but it's still my job," he sighed. After a few minutes of silence, Rachel sighed loudly.
"Oliver, please look at me?" she pleaded, her brown eyes turning green.
He looked up at her from his work. "What?" he said coldly. He eyes no longer shined and his jaw was tight.
Rachel shivered and closed her eyes, "Please, don't be mad at me," she tried.
"Mad? Why would I be mad?" he asked fake.
"Okay, maybe I should rephrase that, don't be jealous of Harry."
Oliver twitched at the thought. "I'm not jealous of Harry," he said too quickly.
Rachel sighed loudly and walked around his desk. Sitting herself up on the corner she cross her arms and began, "I had a dream last night, err... this morning. After I came back form your room. There were two Death Eaters at the match today talking, and well.. If Harry would have seen them," she trailed off looking down.
"He would've died," Oliver finished for her.
Rachel nodded her head in reply.
Oliver sighed leaning back in his chair. "You know I work with the Order then, right?" he asked.
Rachel nodded again, "It jumped to me last night when I was here. Harry's in it too," she said.
Oliver nodded his head, "Yes, he is. But there were three Death Eaters."
Rachel's head shot up and she looked at him, "Three?" she questioned.
"Mm, hmm," Oliver mumbled.
"Did you see them?" she asked leaning forward a bit.
"Yes, but you do know that Professor Snape is a double agent. He's really working for us," Oliver asked.
"Snape?" Rachel questioned. "Wow that name sounds familiar," she thought aloud.
"Well he is your potions professor," Oliver tried.
"No, no," Rachel waved her hand. "I've heard of him before, I just can't remember where." After a few seconds paused Rachel looked up at Oliver again. "Can I see them?" she asked.
"See who?" Oliver questioned looking around.
Rachel smiled and hit his arm playfully, "The Death Eaters."
"Ah yes, them," he said sitting up in his chair.
Rachel leaned forward and placed both hands on either side of his head.
"I thought you just had to be touching," Oliver asked.
"I know, but this looks more professional," she flashed him a smile. "Now just replay the memory in your mind," she commanded.
A few awkward seconds passed. "Are you thinking about it?" she asked.
"Yes, yes! I am!" she smiled.
"Do you mind if I..?" she trailed off pointing to his lap.
Smiling widely he replied, "Not at all."
"Good," she said straddling his lap. His hands rested on her back to keep her balanced.
.:/^/^/^^* v v *^^\^\^\:.
".. I've heard so much about you and your family. It's nice to finally meet you," Severus Snape said.
"Yes, and Lucius has told me all about your work here," the man replied.
"Enough with the formalities," Lucius commanded. "Now, Severus, if you'd give me the, ahem, potion that your were preparing."
"Only, that it hasn't been tested yet," Snape said.
"The Dark Lord won't be happy with that," the unknown man mused and then smiled at the quidditch players. As one of them scored a goal he shouted, "Well done --!!"
.:/^/^/^^* v v *^^\^\^\:.
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Oliver sat there studying Rachel's face. The way the firelight shone off her shining hair. Her brow furrowed in concentration. Her breath falling lightly on his face, her fingertips grazing his hairline. She bit her lip thinking as he rose an eyebrow and remembered to keep thinking. He replayed the conversation between the men again and she readjusted herself on his lap. That was it. It was all or nothing from now. He shook her out of her trance, "Rachel!"
"Huh?" she looked around, her eyes readjusting to the light. "What is it Oliver? What's wrong?" her face etched with concern.
"Rachel," he said trying to sound rather calm. "You need to stop. I can't take this anymore," he commanded.
Rachel looked around confused and smiled, "Stop what?"
"This!" Oliver eyes around them.
"So do you mean having visions, or having a vision while sitting on your lap, in your room in front of a fireplace?"
Oliver raised an eyebrow and looked down at his pants, only then did Rachel notice the bulge. "Oh, this," she smiled understandingly.
"Yes this!"
"Well what do you expect me to do! It's not my fault you got bored!" she yelled.
Oliver looked at her strangely, "Bored?"
Rachel rolled her eyes and sat back, "Well, how often can you say bored when you're a wizard, besides, I meant horny."
Oliver nodded, "Well, what can I say," he laughed, "You make me bored."
"Ah!" Rachel slapped his arm. "Professor Wood!" she said then paused, raising an eyebrow. "So, are their punishments for making your teacher bored?"
"You and you're punishments," he laughed.
"Well someone's got their mind in the gutter," she quipped.
"Me?! You shouldn't even have to pay the boarding fee!"
"I don't!" she laughed leaning on him, her hands on his chest.
"Good," he smiled leaning up to meet her lips.
"Hey Wood! I was wondering-," Katie Bell said bursting in the door of her old quidditch captain's office. "what the hell you were doing here," she finished looking at the two.
Rachel blushed crimson and looked over at Katie skeptically. "I better go..." she trailed off, standing up. She walked out past the girl adverted her eyes.
Katie looked scrutinizing at Rachel and glared. After shutting the door behind her she turned to Oliver and thumbed towards the door, "Who was she?"
~^^*^^~ Okay so there was Chapter 4, as you can see I updated Vision Bat and added some Harry/Rachel action to keep you on your toes.. Now that you've read – pretty pwease review!!
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I'm sick of smiling And so is my jaw Can't you see my front is crumbling down? I'm sick of being someone I'm not Please get me out of this slump I'm sick of clapping When I know I can do it better for myself I'm sick of waiting Sick of these words that will never matter
I wire these nerves together Hoping for a chance to think on time And I'm tracing over your letter To see if your intentions are as good as mine
But you're getting worse I swear it It's hard to prove you're an understatement You're getting worse And I know That you'll be calling me again
- "Understatement" New Found Glory
~^^ In the Gryffindor Locker Room ^^~
"Alright!" Sarah shouted. "Who's ready to kick some Slytherin ass!"
"YEAH!" the Gryffindor quidditch team chorused throughout the locker room. Rachel sat silently stretching off to the side. Two younger beaters were whispering in excited voices to each other to Rachel's left.
"Hey," Harry said sitting down on the bench by Rachel.
"Hey," she replied stretching out her legs.
"I, ah, I just wanted to wish you good luck, and umm.. Well you see, I mean, to see if you wanted to get a butterbeer after the match," Harry asked stumbling over his words.
She smiled widely at him and stood up. "I'd love to Harry," she said.
"Great! I'll meet you in the commons then."
"Right," she said as he turned and began walking away. "Oh, and Harry," she called smiling as she walked behind him into the main area. Most of the team had already headed to the gate.
"Hm?" he turned around.
Looking into his eyes Rachel slowly put her arms around his neck. She leaned in closing her eyes and kissed him full on the lips. After a few seconds she pulled back and smiled opening her eyes. She let go of his neck and grabbed her broom walking away, "Good Luck!" she waved over her shoulder heading for the gate.
Harry looked dazed after her as Ron came up behind him.
"Hey! Where's my 'good luck' kiss?!?"
~^^ During the Quidditch Match ^^~
Harry sat dazed on his broom, staring at Rachel. The look in his eyes was dreamy as he followed her with his gaze around the pitch. Every move she made, every goal she scored. He studied her and looked up confused as someone shoved him on him broom. "Wha?"
"C'mon Harry focus!" Sarah yelled then raced forward catching up to Rachel. Snatching the quaffle from a Slytherin chaser she tossed it ahead to Rachel. Rachel flew ahead towards the hoops and underhanded it off to Sarah who flew close to the hoop and tossed it laterally to Rachel, who threw it into the opposite hoop, scoring another 10 points to Gryffindor.
The score was now Gryffindor 90 to Slytherin's 30. Rachel had scored 6 of those; the other three were between Sarah, and their third chaser Ian Stone. Harry sighed looking ahead at her.
"Would you focus on the match Potter? Staring at my cousin isn't going to win you the game. Besides, even if you were paying attention you still wouldn't win," Draco sneered at him.
"Shut up Malfoy," came Harry's lame comeback.
"Ooo. Nice one Potter. I'm shivering in my boots," he mocked flying off across the pitch.
Harry rolled his eyes and searched for Rachel. But instead of finding her, he found the snitch. "RACHEL!!" he called out to her.
"What?" she shouted to Harry turning her broom around to face him. After seeing his signal to land, she jumped off her broom and bolted for him.
He landed and smiled at her as she rushed over.
"Are you crazy Harry?! You have to find the snitch, if you don't Slytherin will win!" she cried.
"I am crazy," Harry said stepping closer to her. "Crazy about you," as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Kissing her deeply her reached up and played with her ponytail. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He broke their kiss, to come up for air, and kept one arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. The other he thrust high into the air, holding the Golden Snitch. The crowd roared loudly as Draco landed near the Gryffindor couple.
"You got lucky Potter," he said then looked into Rachel's eyes. ~ Meet me in the astronomy tower at midnight. ~ Sneering he left the two and headed for the Slytherin lockers.
Harry beamed widely at the crowd as the rest of the team circled around the two and lifted Harry up on their shoulders carrying him off to the after party. Rachel smiled after him and slowly picked up her broom and walked into the locker room.
~^^ In the Gryffindor Lockers ^^~
Rachel sighed as she towel dried her hair, she changed into her 'Red Swords' quidditch uniform from SBA and did a simple drying spell on her hair. She brushed out her light brown hair and grabbed her duffel, heading back up into the school.
~^^ Hogwarts: Gryffindor Tower ^^~
Rachel descended the stairs through the mass of celebrating Gryffindor and spotted Harry talking to Ron and Sarah. "He won't miss me," she frowned and left the tower in search of someone.
As the portrait closed behind her she sniffled and walked away quickly.
"Hey!" Harry called out over the crowd. "I think the true hero, err.. heroine in her case, of this match was Rachel Rivers!" he shouted.
The rest seemed to agree as they began cheering loudly for her to stand up and take a bow, but then the cheering stopped, everyone looked around for her. But she could not be found.
Harry frowned
Ron sighed.
"Where is she?" Sarah questioned loudly.
~^^ Hogwarts: Oliver's Quarters ^^~
Oliver was reading over some paper work for Puddlemere as a knock came upon his door. He glanced up and then back to his work, "Come in," he called.
Rachel sighed turning the knob and she walked in with a small smile on her face. "Hi Oliver," she said slowly.
"Hello," he said not looking up from his papers.
"Whatcha doing?" she said walking over to him and leaning on his desk and little.
"Paper work for Puddlemere," he responded dryly.
"I thought you were on leave?" she questioned.
"I am, but it's still my job," he sighed. After a few minutes of silence, Rachel sighed loudly.
"Oliver, please look at me?" she pleaded, her brown eyes turning green.
He looked up at her from his work. "What?" he said coldly. He eyes no longer shined and his jaw was tight.
Rachel shivered and closed her eyes, "Please, don't be mad at me," she tried.
"Mad? Why would I be mad?" he asked fake.
"Okay, maybe I should rephrase that, don't be jealous of Harry."
Oliver twitched at the thought. "I'm not jealous of Harry," he said too quickly.
Rachel sighed loudly and walked around his desk. Sitting herself up on the corner she cross her arms and began, "I had a dream last night, err... this morning. After I came back form your room. There were two Death Eaters at the match today talking, and well.. If Harry would have seen them," she trailed off looking down.
"He would've died," Oliver finished for her.
Rachel nodded her head in reply.
Oliver sighed leaning back in his chair. "You know I work with the Order then, right?" he asked.
Rachel nodded again, "It jumped to me last night when I was here. Harry's in it too," she said.
Oliver nodded his head, "Yes, he is. But there were three Death Eaters."
Rachel's head shot up and she looked at him, "Three?" she questioned.
"Mm, hmm," Oliver mumbled.
"Did you see them?" she asked leaning forward a bit.
"Yes, but you do know that Professor Snape is a double agent. He's really working for us," Oliver asked.
"Snape?" Rachel questioned. "Wow that name sounds familiar," she thought aloud.
"Well he is your potions professor," Oliver tried.
"No, no," Rachel waved her hand. "I've heard of him before, I just can't remember where." After a few seconds paused Rachel looked up at Oliver again. "Can I see them?" she asked.
"See who?" Oliver questioned looking around.
Rachel smiled and hit his arm playfully, "The Death Eaters."
"Ah yes, them," he said sitting up in his chair.
Rachel leaned forward and placed both hands on either side of his head.
"I thought you just had to be touching," Oliver asked.
"I know, but this looks more professional," she flashed him a smile. "Now just replay the memory in your mind," she commanded.
A few awkward seconds passed. "Are you thinking about it?" she asked.
"Yes, yes! I am!" she smiled.
"Do you mind if I..?" she trailed off pointing to his lap.
Smiling widely he replied, "Not at all."
"Good," she said straddling his lap. His hands rested on her back to keep her balanced.
.:/^/^/^^* v v *^^\^\^\:.
".. I've heard so much about you and your family. It's nice to finally meet you," Severus Snape said.
"Yes, and Lucius has told me all about your work here," the man replied.
"Enough with the formalities," Lucius commanded. "Now, Severus, if you'd give me the, ahem, potion that your were preparing."
"Only, that it hasn't been tested yet," Snape said.
"The Dark Lord won't be happy with that," the unknown man mused and then smiled at the quidditch players. As one of them scored a goal he shouted, "Well done --!!"
.:/^/^/^^* v v *^^\^\^\:.
~^^ * ^^~
Oliver sat there studying Rachel's face. The way the firelight shone off her shining hair. Her brow furrowed in concentration. Her breath falling lightly on his face, her fingertips grazing his hairline. She bit her lip thinking as he rose an eyebrow and remembered to keep thinking. He replayed the conversation between the men again and she readjusted herself on his lap. That was it. It was all or nothing from now. He shook her out of her trance, "Rachel!"
"Huh?" she looked around, her eyes readjusting to the light. "What is it Oliver? What's wrong?" her face etched with concern.
"Rachel," he said trying to sound rather calm. "You need to stop. I can't take this anymore," he commanded.
Rachel looked around confused and smiled, "Stop what?"
"This!" Oliver eyes around them.
"So do you mean having visions, or having a vision while sitting on your lap, in your room in front of a fireplace?"
Oliver raised an eyebrow and looked down at his pants, only then did Rachel notice the bulge. "Oh, this," she smiled understandingly.
"Yes this!"
"Well what do you expect me to do! It's not my fault you got bored!" she yelled.
Oliver looked at her strangely, "Bored?"
Rachel rolled her eyes and sat back, "Well, how often can you say bored when you're a wizard, besides, I meant horny."
Oliver nodded, "Well, what can I say," he laughed, "You make me bored."
"Ah!" Rachel slapped his arm. "Professor Wood!" she said then paused, raising an eyebrow. "So, are their punishments for making your teacher bored?"
"You and you're punishments," he laughed.
"Well someone's got their mind in the gutter," she quipped.
"Me?! You shouldn't even have to pay the boarding fee!"
"I don't!" she laughed leaning on him, her hands on his chest.
"Good," he smiled leaning up to meet her lips.
"Hey Wood! I was wondering-," Katie Bell said bursting in the door of her old quidditch captain's office. "what the hell you were doing here," she finished looking at the two.
Rachel blushed crimson and looked over at Katie skeptically. "I better go..." she trailed off, standing up. She walked out past the girl adverted her eyes.
Katie looked scrutinizing at Rachel and glared. After shutting the door behind her she turned to Oliver and thumbed towards the door, "Who was she?"
~^^*^^~ Okay so there was Chapter 4, as you can see I updated Vision Bat and added some Harry/Rachel action to keep you on your toes.. Now that you've read – pretty pwease review!!
