Chapter 10

"Thanks for the flowers," I said as Oliver led me towards the Great Hall for dinner.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked.

"A little," I said. "How long did it take me to fall asleep?"

"Your head barely touched the pillow, sweets," he answered. "I've thought about what you said about the wedding plans your mum is making."

"And?" I asked.

"I may have a plan," he replied. "Remember, that I had help from the Weasley twins, but they seem to have a knack for this sort of thing. We are legally allowed to be married once we each are 17. Your birthday is a Thursday and there will be a rather large party on Saturday. We can go out on Friday and get married. We'll just tell your parents that I'm taking you on a date for your birthday."

"You're sure about this?" I questioned.

"It's like you said before," he replied. "The only way we're going to have any say in how or when we get married is if we elope. I saw how your mother completely controlled Amy's wedding and it worked for her because she and your mum have similar tastes, but you honestly hated the dress they made you wear."

"It was hideous," I teased.

"You looked beautiful, but I know it was far too frilly for you," he stated, plainly.

"Is that why you tried to kiss me?" I joked.

"Partly," he said, quietly. "I also wanted to kiss you because I had fancied you for years by then."

I didn't say anything. We were in the Great Hall, surrounded by students and professors, but that did not stop me from jumping into Oliver's lap and snogging him fully. I only stopped snogging him when I heard some people cheering us on. "Perhaps we should do that somewhere more private," I suggested, giggling.

"We should, probably, do this somewhere else," he answered, breathless. "But we should definitely keep doing it." I stood, completely finished with dinner, though I hadn't really eaten, and took Oliver's hand. He grabbed a couple of rolls from the table and followed me out of the Great Hall.

I led us to the Quidditch Pitch and into Oliver's office. "I remembered that you have a lovely sofa in here," I said. Oliver didn't say anything. He put his hands on my head and pulled me in for a very heated kiss. He led us to the sofa and we fell onto it, bouncing off.

"That was graceful," Oliver mused, chuckling. He had landed on the bottom of the pile and I was on top of him. I pushed back from his chest and stood, removing my shirt. "I thought we were going to take it slower," he said.

"And I really want to do this," I countered. "But, if you'd rather, I can put my shirt back on."

"Leave it off, B," he ordered, smirking. He removed his shirt and tossed it across the room with mine. He pulled us onto the sofa and resumed kissing me, running his hands through my hair. I scratched my nails down his bare back, eliciting a small moan.

His hands moved towards my bra and he unclasped it while his lips traced my jaw line, neck and collar bone. He slid my bra off my shoulders and added it to the pile of our clothes. My hands were fumbling with his belt, but I managed to remove it and unbutton his pants. I unbuttoned my own pants while Oliver was kissing my chest.

"Oliver," I groaned. "I need you to do it." Oliver nodded and removed our pants and knickers before making love to me.

"I love you," he whispered when we finished.

"I love you, too," I answered, curling up with him. He pulled a blanket off the back of the sofa and threw it over us. "Planning on staying for a while?" I asked.

"As long as I can get away with," he replied. "I miss having you in my arms at night."

"I miss being in your arms at night," I said. "Do you think they'll let us share sleeping quarters if we're married?"

"I doubt it," he answered. "Professor McGonagall will worry about the precedent it will set if they start letting students who are married sleep together. Every randy teenager here will get married just to be able to sleep together."

"Are you sure you shouldn't have been in Ravenclaw?" I teased. "That was really well reasoned."

"The hat thought about Ravenclaw for me for about half a minute," he said, not joking. "It settled on Gryffindor, probably because my Dad was in Gryffindor. Mum was a Ravenclaw, though."

"I didn't know that," I said. I started to shiver and Oliver used his wand to summon his shirt and our underwear. "Thanks," I added, pulling on my knickers and his shirt. He also summoned an extra sweatshirt that he kept in the office.

Slightly warmer, I snuggled closer to Oliver and fell asleep in his arms. We woke the next morning to Fred Weasley (I think) calling to the others, "I found him." He was smirking as the rest of the team piled into the office.

"Guys, do you mind giving us a minute?" he ordered. The team filed out of the office and Oliver locked the door with his wand. I got dressed quickly, handing his shirt back to him and left him to his practice.

When I got back to Ravenclaw tower, my friends demanded to know where I had been. "Oliver and I left dinner early and went to his office," I answered.

"I'm assuming you did quite a lot of snogging there," Christie said, laughing.

"What makes you assume that?" I asked.

"You have a rather large hickey on your neck," Jemma pointed out, joining in the laughter. I rolled my eyes and grabbed some clothes to go shower.

Classes resumed a few days later and Oliver and I were summoned to Professor McGonagall's office after lessons on the first day back. "What have you to say for yourselves?" she demanded. We were both confused.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Oliver answered.

"Don't play dumb with me, Wood," she raged. "I've heard muttering about some of your extracurricular activities. Some of those activities include sleeping in each others' beds even though it was forbidden."

"I fell asleep there the other day," I answered. "It was only for an hour and after an emotionally draining lunch with my mother. And I was alone for the entire time."

"I was referring to the night that you lot spent in the quidditch locker rooms," she accused. I blushed heavily. Neither of us spoke. "I don't know what you were thinking, but I'm going to have to give you each detentions. And Mr. Wood, any future indiscretions in your office will result in loss of the captaincy and all of its privileges."

"How long are we in detention?" Oliver asked, sheepishly.

"Until I think you've learned your lesson," she answered. "You are free to go for now, but you will report here at 8:00 tonight." We left and went to drop off our things and get dinner. We returned, as instructed, by 8:00 that evening. Professor McGonagall's punishment was for us to read through the rules for the school for the first night.

"There's nothing in here that forbids us from being married," Oliver said, closing the last book before we returned to our commons. "I'll see you tomorrow," he promised as he kissed me good night.

"I love you," I said, breaking apart to return to my dormitory.

"I love you, too," he answered. "Sleep well, my love." He kissed me once more before sending me on my way back to Ravenclaw tower.

The detentions with Professor McGonagall lasted for a week before she ended them. Each detention seemed to be her way of telling us that she not only knew what we had been up to, but also that we were going to be married. We had to clean more classrooms than either of us cared to think about and we had to sort through dozens of books in the library that all seemed to be about caring for a child.

"Do you think she knows we've had sex?" Oliver asked on the last night.

"I think that's a safe assumption to make," I snapped. I was tired and cranky and didn't want to be bothered with banalities. In reality, I was also starting to get really nervous about end of term exams coming up and sneaking off to get married.

"I'm sorry I asked," Oliver muttered.

We didn't speak for the rest of the detention. Professor McGonagall released us and I went to head back to Ravenclaw tower. "B, wait up," Oliver called as I strode out of the library. "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing," I said. "I'm just really tired and cranky."

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked. "You look a little peaky."

"I didn't feel up to much to eat today," I answered. "I think I'm really just tired. I promise to try to have a better disposition tomorrow."

"Alright," he said. "But if you're not feeling better tomorrow, perhaps you should see Madam Pomfrey." I nodded, thinking to myself that I would not be going to see Madam Pomfrey the next day whether I was feeling better or not.

That night, I went to bed early and woke feeling rested and better the next morning. I met up with Oliver in the Great Hall for breakfast. "Are you feeling better?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered. "I'm sorry I was a prat last night. I just really needed to get some sleep. I haven't slept well since that night in the captain's office."

"I know and I've been working on something for you," he offered. He wouldn't tell me what it was that he was working on, but he hinted that it had something to do with being able to feel his presence even if he was away. I found out later that day what it was.

Oliver scared the life out of me when he joined me at dinner. "Hello, gorgeous," he whispered. "Come with me. I have a surprise for you." He took my hand and led me away from my friends.

We were in the Charms classroom when he finally stopped. "What is this?" I asked, taking a box from him.

"Open it," he said. "I charmed it myself after class today."

"Is this why you asked to speak to Professor Flitwick?" I asked. He smirked smugly and nodded. I opened the box and found a very cute teddy bear in a Gryffindor sweater. "Is this supposed to be you?"

"It's charmed," he said. "Give it a squeeze." I squeezed it and it smelled like Oliver and was warm.

"So, let me guess," I started. "I sleep with this bear since I can't sleep with my Ollie-bear and he'll keep me warm and happy?"

"Got it in one," he answered. It was, honestly, the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me to that point.

"Thank you," I said, kissing him. "I love it almost as much as I love the guy that charmed it for me." He hugged me tightly for a moment before I decided it was time to go and study. He also had quidditch practice.