A/N: Guys just pretend that Oliver is in seventh year. Okay?
I felt anger surge into me. Where it came from, don't ask. Before I knew it the words were coming out of my lips and I was screaming, " Why don't you two get a freaking room! It's disgusting having to turn around and see you swapping spit!" My nose flared and I wanted to blush from embarrassment but I willed myself not to and continued to just stare at them. Pansy had a look of outrage, embarrassment, and fury. Malfoy just stared at me with undetected emotion. Then the emotion showed up when the corners of his lips turned up and he started laughing. " Oh, Weaslette you wish you were Pansy, don't you? I bet you've never had a kiss in your life, let alone a make-out session!
I don't know why, but I felt like I had to prove something to him. So I did the sensible thing. I lied. Yep, that's right, I had never kissed a boy, but I wasn't going to let Malfoy know that. " Merlin, Malfoy! You disappoint me, I thought you were smarter than that! Of course I've kissed someone you bloody idiot. And that person is a way better kisser than you'll ever be. Annoyance filled his sharp features and his smirk dimmed a little. "We'll see, Weasley. We will see. I turned around feeling confused and a little weirded out. What had he meant? "We'll see".
I decided to ignore my gut, that felt empty, and noticed that we were almost at the gates. I could see the tips of the towers. Joy flooded into me. Memories were everywhere. First year. Tom Riddle and the Chamber of Secrets. Second year. All of the drama when Sirius escaped. Everything was coming back to me and it felt wonderful. Like the whole world was lifted off my chest and I felt so light, like a butterfly. Here I was, at the safest place on earth. The BEST place on earth. Hogwarts. My school. I grinned and let the first view consume me. There it was. Still impossibly HUGE. Still the horrid shades of gray and brown that I loved just because. The castle. The Whomping Willow. The lake. Everything. I was home.
The gates opened and the carriages started going through. I turned around and was relieved to see that Malfoy's carriage was no longer behind mine. Soon enough the carriages stopped and I got up and started dragging my stuff along. I felt one of my bags lifted from my hands, particularly the super heavy one. I turned around, expecting to see one of my brothers or Harry, and came face to face with Oliver Wood. Again. Was it me, or did anyone else feel like it was going to be one important and long year? Merlin, did I turn out to be so, so right.
" Ummm….. Hey Oliver?" My attempted friendly conversation starter turned into an offensive sounding question. Great, nice going Ginny. Now he's going to hate you. " Well, I saw you having trouble so I thought I'd, um y'know, help?" Guess not. He sounded just as shy as I felt. I felt hope bubble inside of me. I shot him semi- flirtatious smile. I didn't want to be too straight forward. " Great, thanks Oliver, that's really sweet of you." I let out a breath that I didn't even know I'd been holding. We started walking and chatted the whole way up to the castle. We were both shy, but it gradually faded and by the time we got to the entrance we were both laughing loudly at a joke he'd told.
We were now inside the castle and walking towards the Great Hall . " Ginny, I was kind've wondering if, well, y'know once we start going, if you would, um, consider going to Hogsmeade with me?" The shyness returned all at once during that question, " Of course! I'd love to go with you!", and disappeared once it was answered. His whole face lit up with a smile that reached his eyes. My mum always told me, it's not a genuine smile if it doesn't reach the person's eyes. I always looked at someone's eyes when they smiled, just to check. According to me, my life was now officially perfect. Suddenly my bags disappeared. Must have been some new rule or something.
We reached the Great Hall and he opened the doors for me. I smiled gratefully. We walked side by side to the Gryffindor table and I sat down next to Lavender. Much to my surprise, I heard a thump, turned around and saw Oliver perched right next to me. Merlin, was this day turning around or what? CLAP! CLAP! We all turned to face Dumbledore, our headmaster. "Welcome to another year of magic and mystery. I'm very excited to see you all again. Now, with Hagrid, is the new first years." We all saw the doors open and Hagrid walk in with the puny first years.
Time passed and the first years were sorted. It was time for the feast and we all ate. Then, finally, finally it was time for bed. I was exhausted by the time we all got to the entrance hole. I walked in with Oliver and he sat on the couch. I followed suit, not caring if it would be awkward or weird in the morning, and collapsed with my head in his lap and the rest of my body on the couch. I felt him take in breath sharply and his body go rigid, then breathe it out, relaxing. I snuggled into him and, with a final thought, decided I would deal with the consequences in the morning.