Hey. Im sorry if the last chapter seemed kind-of awkward... I was trying to follow along with the third book, but it just made me frustrated. Thanks to Bratski for your awesome help over AIM! If anyone else has any tips, AIM me at MarzycKwiat! I think I'm going to kinda wing it from now on. Thanks to the readers for reading! Note that I've forwarded the story so that its Saturday of the following week. A little more angst in this chapter, just to let you know. I read in a fic somewhere that the Quidditch Captain has some sort of secret office? They put their hand against an old cupboard and it opens into a room? I dunno if its true, but I guess I'll use it here.

Listen to Your Heart

Chapter 10

Oliver sighed as he collapsed on the couch in the common room after a strenuous quidditch practice in the rain. He was thoroughly chilled to the bone so he lay in front of the fire. Since it was a Saturday, Jazzi had gone back up to bed, glad that they didn't have classes. He looked out of the window, noting that the sun was barely rising. He looked at the clock and saw that it was only seven. He was just closing his eyes when he heard someone come in through the portrait hole. He sat up and his eyes widened.

"Kates?" he asked, standing up. She smiled as he ran over to her. "Oh my god Katie, it's been too long! How are you feeling?" he asked as he gave her a tight hug.

"Still a bit weak actually." she said hugging him back. "Have you found a new chaser? I don't think I'll be able to play for a while yet."

"Yeah, we have." he smiled. "She's pretty good, first time she got the quaffle in past me. Tricky one, she is." Katie laughed as he brought her over to the couch, still hugging her.

"What's her name" she asked.

"Jazzira Snape." he grinned at Katie's wide eyes.

"Yes, she's the professor's niece." he said still grinning.

"Is she anything like him?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing like him at all!" he said laughing. "She's so sweet and funny and.. She's just wonderful." Katie noticed the slightly dreamy look in his eyes and frowned lightly. She'd had a crush on him since she was in her first year.

"You care for her, do you?" she asked softly. He looked at her.

"I do." he said. She sighed and quickly brought her lips up to his. Oliver stiffened and couldn't move for a moment. He tried to push her off. He was finally able to pull away when they heard a gasp coming from the girl's staircase.

Jazzi was fully clothed in her chained pants and a red turtleneck. She was too shocked to move for a moment, then she sighed and ran out through the portrait hole with tears in her eyes. Oliver put his hand over his mouth and his body shook. He looked at Katie and a tear wound down his paled face.

"She saw... she thinks.." he gasped out as he stood up and ran over to the portrait hole.

"Do you really care for her that much!" shouted Katie, standing as well. "What happened to us Oliver?" Oliver paused.

"What happened to us was that I found you in the commentator's box snogging with Lee Jordan last year after we won the quidditch cup." he said.

"Oliver, please! I tried to explain that to you! He kissed me!" she said as he turned back into the room.

"Yes, but when I found you, you weren't putting up much of a fight. I lost all romantic feelings for you then. I still consider you one of my best friends, even though we aren't what we used to be." he said sighing. "Now, excuse me. I have to go find Jazzi." he walked out of the room. Katie sighed and put her head in her hands.

Oliver sprinted down the corridor. "Jazzi! Jazzi!" he shouted as he ran down the stairs. He looked out of one of the windows as he was running down the hall and saw a small black and red blur down on the quidditch field. Oh god... another tear ran down his face, if I lose her I'll... He shook his head. He wouldn't think of anything like that. He was going to beg her to forgive him and if she didnt... he'd deal with that then.

Jazzi had run all the way to the quidditch pitch. She had tried to make it to the locker rooms but she had tripped over something and fell. Her ankle was throbbing and she couldn't stop the tears from running down her face. Who was that girl... she thought with a sob, clutching her leg. She couldn't move so she was just laying on the muddy grass, letting the rain completely saturate her. She didn't even care about how cold it was. She reached her hand into her pocket and pulled out the small safety pin she always carried with her. She opened it and brought the sharp point to her wrist. She didn't even feel the pain as she cut a few lines across. She was too numb. Too numb from everything. The cold, seeing Oliver with that girl, the memories that flashed back into her mind as she was reduced to the pathetic, crying, bleeding girl she had been when her parents died.

I promised Oliver... more tears ran down her face as she thought of her promise. I promised I would never do this again... but... would he really care now? When he's with that other girl? She sighed as she fell down onto her stomach in the now-puddling grass. She closed her eyes. She dreamt that she could hear him calling her name.

"Jazzi, oh my god, Jazzi!" she heard him right next to her and she opened her eyes. She sighed and tried to stand, but the pain in her leg kept her in a crouching position. "Jazzi... what have you done?" he asked softly as he saw the new lines across her wrists. She looked into his eyes and saw that along with the rain, tears were flowing as well.

"I know I promised..." she said softly. "I.. I just felt so terrible when I saw you... with that girl. I can understand why you did... I saw that she was much prettier then me.. and thinner.." Oliver closed his eyes and embraced her tightly.

"Don't you say that." he whispered into her hair. "Katie kissed me and I was trying to push her off of me when you came down the stairs. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.." he sobbed. "Please forgive me." Jazzi sniffled and looked into his eyes. She saw that he was sincere by the pain in his eyes, also by the way his hair had turned black and grey, the colors for anxiety and sadness.

"It.. It's alright, Oliver." she said softly. "I understand.." He hugged her tightly and looked into her eyes. He saw that her skin was getting a slight blue tint to them.

"Come on, lets get you to Madam Pomfrey." he said as he started to lift her. She shook her head.

"No, Oliver. I'm fine I don't need to go to the infirmary." she said trembling in his arms. She tried to stand and winced. "I just need to sit somewhere, preferably dry." she said with a weak smile, tears still running down her cheeks. Oliver nodded and helped her to stand. She flung an arm across his shoulders and limped as he led her into the locker room.

"Thank you." she said softly as he gently sat her down on one of the benches. Oliver disappeared into the back room and came back with some bandages. He knelt in front of her and carefully took her injured foot into his hands. "You don't have to-" she started but he silenced her with his finger in front of his lips.

"I owe you so much, Jazzi." he said quietly as he started wrapping it. She winced slightly when his wrist brushed against her ankle. "It's the least I can do."

"What do you owe me?" she asked wincing again.

"Life." he said looking into her eyes as he finished putting on the bandage. She gave him a quizzical look. He sighed and sat next to her on the bench, cupping her face in his hands. "I owe you life. Because you saw another girl in my lap kissing me, and you forgave me. Because you are the only girl I'll ever love. Because you're the only girl who makes me feel happy and sad at the same time. Mostly happy though." he gave her a soft smile then looked at their hands as he laced his fingers with hers. "I thought I had lost you today." another tear ran down his face.

Jazzi took in all that he said. She unlaced one of her hands and cupped his face in her hand, thumb wiping away the tear. He leant into her hand and sighed. "You didn't lose me Oliver." she said quietly as she caressed his face. "I guess I owe you as well. You're the only one who I'll ever care this much about, you're the only one who has ever made me feel this happy yet so sad at the same time. Mostly happy though. I thought I had lost you today as well." she said, looking into his eyes. Oliver smiled and wrapped her in his arms again.

She kissed his cheek softly, smiling back at him. He moved his lips to her cheek, down to her jaw, down her neck, and to the place where it met the shoulder. He kissed it gently, feeling her shudder he smiled and started sucking on it. She put her hands on his shoulders, moving her head to the other side. He bit into her flesh softly and grinned as she moaned softly. He smiled again when he saw the purplish bruise that formed on her pale skin. He trailed his lips up to hers and kissed her tenderly.

"I'll love you forever, no matter what. Don't you ever forget that." he said. In response, she kissed his lips. When his arms wrapped around her firmly, she let her lips trail down to his collarbone, where she sucked gently. He drew in a sharp breath and leant back, his head against one of the lockers. Now he had his own bruise. She smiled and pecked his lips.

"I know. I feel the same way." she said and hugged him once more. He looked outside and saw that the storm was getting worse. He felt her shudder against him when thunder rumbled the locker room. "Don't like thunder.." she said, burying her face in his chest, making him laugh. He took her hand and led her over to an old cupboard which supposedly held broken equipment.

"Oh come on, Oliver! I know I broke our promise, but please don't make me clean this!" she begged and he laughed again.

"Shhh." he said and placed his palm against the door. It swung open to reveal a large room. It had a fireplace on one side, and a large desk on the other with a bunch of papers and diagrams spread all over it. There was a massive scarlet couch in the middle of the room, facing the fireplace. "Don't worry, I wont. Its clean enough." he smirked. Her face was awestruck.

"What is this place?" she asked, sitting down on the squashy couch.

"Captain's office." he grinned, sitting down next to her. "There's one on the girl's side too if the captain's a girl." Jazzi shook again when she heard the thunder again, though it wasn't as intense as it was when they were sitting by the lockers.

"Its getting late.." she said when she looked at the clock on the desk.

"It is, but I don't want you going through the rain again. Your head feels warm." he said placing his palm on her forehead. She leant on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. "We'll head back to the castle when the storm lets up." he put his arms around her waist and they snuggled into the warm couch.

"I'm gonna miss this." Oliver whispered into her hair. She leant back and looked at him.

"Miss what?" she asked. He sighed and pulled her back to him.

"I'm graduating this year, Jazzi." he said with a sigh. "I'm a seventh year." Jazzi nodded and snuggled closer.

"I know, it makes me sad too." she said. "What are you gonna do after Hogwarts?"

"Well, I've been offered a position as a reserve keeper on Puddlemere United." he said with a smile.

"I'm glad." she said. "I really don't know what I want to do after I graduate. I don't know if I'll still be living with Serverus, or if I'll find a place of my own. I'd like to go back to Arizona and be with my old friends, but I want to stay here too. I want to stay here so I can be with these friends. I want to stay with you." Oliver sighed and hugged her tighter.

"Maybe... maybe that can be arranged." Oliver said nervously. Jazzi lifted an eyebrow at him and he continued. "I was going to ask you to come live with me in Scotland. We could get an apartment together. I would be gone a lot with the team, but you could stay and take care of the place. We could split the rent."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes." he said. "Do you want to?" he asked.

"I- yes! Yes! I do!" she screamed and held him as tight as he could. "That would be perfect." she smiled. He let out a sigh of relief and hugged her tightly, grinning. He tilted her face towards his and kissed her passionately. He pushed his tongue past her lips and put her back on the couch, lying on top of her. He moaned as his hips pushed against hers. She put her hands into his soft purple hair and kept his mouth on hers.

They stopped when they heard voices outside.

"Oliver?" called George "Jazzi?" they heard footsteps outside and quickly pulled their clothes back on.

"Where could they have gotten to?" asked Angelina.

After Oliver and Jazzi were fully clothed they walked out of the room, Jazzi limping slightly.

"Hey guys." he said casually.

"Katie told us what happened... she went back home." said Alicia sadly. "I guess that means that you are an actual chaser now, Jazzi, not just a temp." Jazzi looked to Oliver and he nodded. "Are you ok, Jazzi?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm alright. We're okay now." Jazzi said with a small smile. A little more then ok... she thought and squeezed Oliver's hand.

"Well, the rain has stopped." said Fred as he took Angelina's hand. "We should head back up to the castle." everyone nodded. Oliver carefully picked her up and she winced.

"Sure you don't want to see Madam Pomfrey about that ankle?" he asked with a smirk. Jazzi sighed.

"Well, I guess a little aspirin wouldn't hurt.." she said with a smile.

"Good heavens, girl! What has happened to your wrists?" asked Madam Pomfrey when Oliver carried her in and sat her on a bed. Jazzi bit her lip. Oliver changed the subject.

"She fell and twisted her ankle, could you give her some aspirin, please?" he said, squeezing Jazzi's hand. Madam Pomfrey walked over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle. She poured some of the contents into a cup and handed it to Jazzi.

"Drink this. It'll do you more good then the aspirin will." she said. Jazzi nodded and downed the contents, making a face afterwards. Immediately she felt a warmth in her wrists. She looked down and saw that the scars were fading, leaving her light skin unmarred. The warmth moved down to her ankle and she felt all of the pain go away. She looked at her wrists again. Oliver looked stunned as he traced his finger over where the scars used to be.

"Thank you so much." she said, smiling.

"No problem, dear." said Pomfrey with a smile and ushered the both of them out. Jazzi couldn't help but stare at her wrists. Oliver smiled at her and kissed her temple as they walked up to the common room.