The change room was empty except for the sound of a running shower. Corrine slowly walked around the corner entering the male change room that she was clearly not allowed to be in. She had just left the hospital wing after checking up on Harry and saying her goodbyes to George. She knew she needed to check up on Oliver after the incident. He would never forgive himself if she didn't speak to him.

"Oliver?" she whispered, hoping to catch his attention so she would not have to step any further into the area. She felt intrusive of their privacy, and to be honest, she wasn't all too certain if Oliver was fully clothed or not. "Oliver?" She knew he was there now. There was a distinctive clanking noise of metallic items being thrown into walls of shower stall. "Oliver, its Corrine." The clanking stopped. "Oliver." It was clear that he wasn't about to come out so she went in. She found him sitting beneath a running shower head, his head buried in his hand. She turned off the shower and took a seat next to him. Not a word was said but they needed no words. Oliver was in a great deal of pain, blaming himself for everything. Corrine knew how he was by now. Talking would only make things worse now. She needed to wait until he was ready to talk, only then would he listen.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, unmoving. Corrine placed a hand gently on Oliver's shoulder and leaned on him.

"Oliver, don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault."

"I broke my promise to you."

"No you didn't. I'm not hurt." Not physically hurt. "I just couldn't handle the dementors Oliver. I didn't realize they would be so, awful. I flew down. I didn't fall." He didn't speak. "Oliver, no matter how upset at this you are, I never regret meeting you. You opened up a new world for me, figuratively and literally. You taught me how to fly and you helped me get over my fear. Not in that order." He couldn't hide his small grin and Corrine smiled. "Being with you is fun. I trust you." His head rose at the last words and he looked at her longingly. Her smile was still apparent and she hugged him tightly. "Harry is doing fine, though I'd expect he wouldn't mind a visit from you." She released him and continued. "You might not want to go up like this though. You look like more of a wreck than Harry or I. And we were the ones that took that damage."

"Yea," he chuckled, "that would be my fault. I suppose self inflicted harm is worse than regular harm huh?"

"Who would have known?" They both stood, Oliver never taking her eyes off of Corrine.

"Thank you." Her head snapped in his direction, her large eyes holding a question. "Thank you for coming here to make sure I was okay."

"Oh," she replied, blushing. "It was nothing."

"No, it wasn't." He clasped his hands onto her shoulders and turned her to face him. "I- I really want to thank you Corrine. I don't know if I would have ever left if you hadn't come." With that, he held her in a tight embrace. It took a moment for Corrine to respond to his sudden display of affection but she hugged him back.

"You're welcome Oliver."

"You and George?" Oliver was in shock. "You and George." Corrine sat in silence. They had returned back to hospital wing to check up on Harry. Oliver hadn't bothered to change from his soaking wet uniform and neither had Corrine. His short brown hair was sticking in all directions as the water shaped it oddly. The only people left in the infirmary were Hermione and Ron. Harry had started what seemed to be a long nap and didn't show any signs of waking any time soon, but the visit was still somewhat significant. Oliver's thoughts wavered from Harry to the situation with Corrine. He had blown it. He realized that now. He had lost to a younger bloke, to George specifically. Oliver wondered if he was simply slow or if he had done something wrong to upset her.

"If you think any harder, I think you might burst a vein," Corrine whispered. He looked down to see her staring up at him tentatively. He was speechless and she giggled at how awkward he must have looked. "What are you thinking about?" He stumbled at the question and turned to look away from her.

"Nothing."

"Sure about that? You seemed to be thinking pretty hard about something," she insisted, forcing her way into his point of vision again. He opened his mouth to answer when he was interrupted.

"Corry!" Oliver flinched at the sound of her nickname.

"Hey George." Corrine rose to capture him in an embrace and have her body lifted from the floor.

"Miss me?" he asked, putting her down but never lifting his hands from her waist.

"It's only been ten minutes, what was there to miss?" She was smiling at him and Oliver wished that that was how she looked at him. She was absolutely glowing in delight. George feigned distress.

"Ouch. Corry, I'm hurt. You didn't miss me at all?"

"Was I supposed to?" He rolled his eyes while she giggled flirtatiously. Oliver was going to be sick. The sight was repulsively syrupy and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be George anymore. Or maybe he had. His mind was jumbled in confusion and he wasn't sure what he wanted any longer. Finally, Corrine gave George and peck on the cheek and went back to sit next to Oliver. As mature as he was, Oliver nearly stuck his tongue out at George, nearly. Corrine read the expression on Oliver's face, though not well.

"Was it that weird?" she asked.

"What do you mean weird?" He feared that she was reading his mind.

"That we're together. I mean, he's a fifth year and I'm a seventh. I suppose it would seem strange." Corrine looked so vulnerable at that moment. It could have been so easy for Oliver o break them up then and there. She clearly cared for his opinion and if he said that it looked strange, then she would have left him. But Oliver was righteous and he cursed himself be for being so.

"It's not that at all. It doesn't look entirely bizarre. I'm actually more fazed by the amount of public display of affection rather than the age gap," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously at the topic. Corrine blushed furiously.

"Oh, sorry about that." She giggled and he cherished the sound. George had taken a seat on the opposite side of the bed, clearly feeling no threat in seeing Oliver and Corrine have a private conversation in front of him. Oliver felt insulted that he did not pose as a threat to their relationship. He was surprised that George could be so confident and think so little of him. He was tempted to put his arm around Corrine to see how he would react but reminded himself 'courage not stupidity'. However tempting it was, it was stupid, and he wouldn't want to look like even less of a bloke to Corrine than he already did.

"Are you sure about this Oliver?" Corrine called out from her broom. She had already taken off and was about five feet from the ground, her short stubby pigtails bobbing as she whipped her head back and forth, surveying her surroundings. She seemed to be very paranoid since the dementors had wandered onto the pitch. Weeks after the accident, Oliver decided it was time to teach Corrine a few of the team's maneuvers and how to properly dodge another player or a bludger. When playing against Slytherin, they were usually the same thing.

"Definitely," he called out, already circling her in the air. "The best way to keep yourself safe is to learn how to fly safe right?"

"Right…" Corrine was absolutely terrified of what she might be doing. It was bad enough that she had almost no confidence while flying but maneuvers as well?

"First we'll try an easy flip around the broom. Best way to dodge a bludger when it's headed straight for you."

"Wouldn't flying away just be easier?" Corrine whined. Oliver shook his head.

"Not when it's inches from your face it isn't. Now come on, just watch." Oliver easily demonstrated a quick barrel roll before giving her further instructions. "Just get a bit of momentum and loosen your fingers a little bit so you can spin. You don't take the broom spinning with you." Corrine gulped.

"I have to let go of the broom while I'm upside-down?" She was baffled. Oliver chuckled, looking forward to seeing how she would attempt this.

"That's right Corrine. You just got to loosen up. Don't grip it." Leaning to her left, she pushed herself to her right side, feeling the rush of adrenaline go through her body, finding herself hold on tightly to her broom. He laughed. He knew what the result would be and he knew it wasn't particularly dangerous but the sight was still amusing to see. Corrine was hanging from her broom as it hovered five feet from the floor, her feet touching the ground. Even as she was standing with her broom above her head, she shrieked as if she were still falling. Landing and walking up to her, he leaned his chin on her shoulder and whispered to her.

"You didn't let go, did you?" Her screaming stopped abruptly and she jerked her head in his direction, hitting her head against his. Both of them were rubbing portions of their head, Oliver his forehead and Corrine the side.

"Ow…" she moaned, finally releasing her broom, leaving it floating in the air.

"Well, should have seen that coming. But at least you finally let go of your broom." Smacking his arm lightly, she pulled her broom down and mounted it again. She was clearly very frustrated with him and herself.

"I'll get this!" she muttered and flew up once more.

After approximately twenty attempts later, she had finally managed to perform a full, though awkwardly executed, barrel-roll.

"Oliver, Oliver! I did it! Did you see that?" Corrine was outright screaming with joy. She couldn't seem to contain herself as she hopped up and down. Trying to capture her shoulders beneath his hands, he laughed at how giddy she had become in one successful go. He wondered how she would feel after the other techniques she would have to learn. This was, after all, the simplest one he could think of. Before he was able to calm her, she leapt up towards him with her outstretched arms and caught him in a tight embrace around his neck, her feet swinging from the floor. She began to kick and giggle while she hung from his neck. Unsure what to do, Oliver brought his arms around her waist, questioning if he was crossing any lines with regards to her relationship with George. Even so, he enjoyed their moment and relished in the thought of her petit body pressed against his. She was like a doll, weighing close to nothing. Releasing herself from his neck, her full weight pulled his arms down, forcing him to bring her back to the ground. Still high from her accomplishment, she smiled and giggled.

"I've got to go find George and tell him!" she gasped, surprised that it had not been her initial action. Oliver felt three things: pride, success and upset. Pride that the thought of George had slipped her mind, success that he was able to teach her a new technique and upset that she need to tell George so badly. Corrine turned to leave the pitch, eager to tell her boyfriend, but was stopped by a tug on her sleeve. Oliver hadn't noticed that he had moved his arm but didn't regret it. He thought that he could handle Corrine and George's relationship but he really couldn't. He hadn't said a word and she waited for a while before speaking up. "Oliver? Is something wrong?" Her eyes had widened as she asked the question and she appeared even more innocent and cute than ever before. Not knowing how to put his thoughts into words, he simply decided to blurt it all out.

"I don't like that you're going out with George." Corrine looked hurt at his words and he regretted saying them immediately. Her eyes darted away from his and she pulled her sleeve out of his grasp, feeling a sudden uncomfortable air. He could tell that her thoughts were jumbled and confused, unsure of his reason for saying such a thing.

"Why?" Her voice was small and Oliver nearly missed her question. He was hesitant to answer it, learning from his previous mistake of not thinking about his words. He didn't need to answer. "Is it because of the age difference?" He shook his head. She pondered the question for a bit longer. "You don't like George?" Again, he shook his head, this time running his fingers through his short brown hair nervously. She could tell she was getting warmer. Her thoughts wandered through every possible situation and he could tell that she had landed upon a single one more than once. There was a mixture of emotions again as his desire for her to know conflicted with his wish for her to me ignorant for a little longer. Finally, she opened her mouth to say something and was interrupted almost immediately, forcing relief and frustration to wash over Oliver.

"Corry!" George called out. He was by the edge of the pitch, having just walked up. He was waving his arm frantically, trying to attract her attention. Completely forgetting any form of conversation that the two of them had just had, she ran eagerly into George's arms. "Hello love," George said casually, not noticing Oliver walking up closely behind her. She kissed him on the cheek before saying hello back. She caught herself when she remembered that Oliver was still watching and glanced back at him apologetically. He noticed their immense height difference and how she had to tip-toe when she kissed George. Oliver wondered what it would look like if she had him on the cheek, or possibly even the lips. He was a bit shorter than George was. The three walked away from the pitch, Corrine standing in between the two of them. George had gone off into a rant about his latest scheme to deter Filch and Corrine was listening intently to every word. Every so often, she would steal a quick glance in Oliver's direction and he wondered if he was seeing things. Was it possible that she was searching for approval? Oliver watch as George intertwined his fingers with Corrine's and stormed off, unwilling to watch their affections any longer. Corrine noticed and quickly shouted out a vague reminder.

"You have to tell me later, okay? I won't forget!"

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I apologize, the story is moving quite slowly. Thanks to americanathogwarts for reviewing. It really brightens my day to see so many notices from this site. I realize that I've lost George's depth in this chapter but I definitely plan on bringing it back in the next chapter. There will also be a lot of Corrine's depth resurfacing soon as well. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Until the next chapter,

-Sydney