Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. All belongs to JKR.

Chapter 7

Seven kisses, nineteen blushes, and thirteen Snape impressions later, we all agreed it was time to go to bed.

"Nothing?" Alicia asked Angelina and me as we headed p the stairs to the girls' dormitory. "Nothing?! Why nothing?! What if it's windy?" She giggled. I could feel my face burning at the thought. We all agreed the idea of Oliver in a kilt was a pleasant one, but I wanted the conversation to be over. After all, he's MY boyfriend, isn't he? I don't fantasize about their boyfriends. Granted, I'd need to be committed if I did.

When we got to our room, I sat down on my bed and Alicia and Angelina immediately sat down on either side of me. Alicia gave me a hug and Angie put her head on my shoulder and said, "K, you have no clue how happy we are for you." I smiled to myself, knowing how lucky I was. "I mean," she went on, "What a BODY! Man, I'd just love to grab that cute little---"

"Angie!" I cut her off. "Seriously. How would you feel if I talked about Fred that way?" I was serious, but apparently what I said was funny because Angelina and Alicia both cracked up.

"Where I was going with that," Angelina began again, "is that you have to hold on to him. Someone who'll be good to you AND looks that delicious only comes around once in a lifetime, so you better treat him right, Ms. Bell." I don't anticipate a problem with that.

We went to our respective beds and turned out the lights. I laid there for a while, trying to sleep, but just running back everything in my mind. How DID someone like me get someone like him? What did I do right?

When I finally fell asleep, my dreams were completely addled with images of Oliver in a kilt. Not that that's a bad thing, of course.