Part Twenty One
You are directly in front of the change room…you see two figures…they are making out…*This can't be Oliver…* is all you can think. It is too dark too tell. You remember that you have the locket that Oliver gave you…it can show you exactly where he is. You find yourself hoping against all hope that one of the figures here aren't Oliver.
You open the locket...only to have your fears confirmed. One of the figures in front of you is Oliver. You race back to the castle, with the locket in your hand. Of all the things he could have done to you…this is the worst. Tears blind you. You wipe them before stepping into the castle. Flint is no where to be seen. You're grateful for that. That would have been humiliating. Even more than what Oliver has done to you. You run to the Gryffindor common room. You run past your friends who look up in time to see you race up the spiral staircase that leads to the seventh year rooms. Oliver's door is unlocked. You leave the locket inside his pillowcase. You hope you'll never see it again. You leave his room, and walk down the hall. You enter your own room. Tears have stopped falling down your face. You lock the door to your room, using a spell that Lupin taught you. Only people with the counter spell can open the door, not even Alohomora will work on it. You desperately hope that Harry doesn't know the spell.
You sit on your bed, your head in your hands. You feel like a fool for even telling Oliver how you felt. Who would've thought that the two of you would have lasted only a few months. You hate the fact that so many of your friends told you to tell him how you feel. *If I had never told him, than I would never have had to deal with any of this…we made such a mess of our friendship.* you think. You suddenly realize that you're quite hungry. Not wanting to face any of your friends or the awkward questions they may have you decide to skip dinner in the Great Hall.
Instead you think up of another way to satisfy yourself. "Dobby…" You call out quietly. With a loud crack the house elf appears. Harry introduced you to him a few months after the two of you had met. "At your service miss…anything for the friends of Harry Potter…" The house elf says as he bows. "Dobby I was wondering if I could ask you to get me some food please…I can't go downstairs…" As you ask him, the tears return…and before you know you are spilling your heart to the poor house elf. Dobby is saddened to see you weep. He comes over to give you a hug. "Don't worry miss…Dobby is sure the boy will realize his mistake…please don't cry…Dobby is sad to see Harry Potter's friend cry…" he stumbles. After a few minutes Dobby has gotten you to stop crying…he leaves you with a loud crack, so that he can get you something to eat. As Dobby returns to give you the food, he finds you looking through your trunk for something you had meant to give Dobby at the beginning of the school year. You find it. Two pairs of mismatched socks. Hermione had taught you how to knit. So you had made these socks for him. "Thank you, Dobby! Here, I meant to give you these at the beginning of the school year. Harry told me how much you liked socks. So I made these for you. And thanks for trying to cheer me up." Dobby is really pleased with the socks and puts them on right away. He tells you if you need anything, to just call him. You thank him again before he leaves.
You sit down to eat the food that Dobby has brought you, when you hear a knock. You decide to stay silent. Maybe if they think you're not there or are sleeping they will leave. There are a few more knocks, and then silence. You think the person has left until you hear the tell-tale click that somebody has opened the lock.
In steps Harry. "I have a question, did you an Oliver agree to an open relationship or is he supposed to be kissing some girl downstairs?" He asks you. "I don't think I ever agreed to share him with anyone else. I don't even remember why I said yes to going out with him." You tell Harry, as the hurt starts to bubble up again. "So I can kick his arse this time? Cause I waited on you the last time when he gave you the silent treatment." Harry says in an attempt to make you smile. It works slightly. "I never expected this to happen between us. Right before Christmas, something bad just has to happen…maybe I shouldn't have told him how I felt…then at least I could still talk to him like a friend…" You trail off. "Look if it makes you feel any better I'll ask Fred and George to talk to Oliver, to help you both figure this out. I won't even hurt him just yet." Harry offers. "No it's okay…you can do what you like as long as it's not about me, or hurting him…but Harry just do me one favour…can you please bring me food for a little while…like at lunch and dinner…I kinda think its better if I stayed away from Oliver for a while." You ask him quietly. "Why are you hiding from him? I mean sure I'll bring you the food but I think he deserves a nice hex or two…but alright I'll bring you the food up here…but be good and don't skip classes just because of him." He tells you. You agree. The two of you talk some more, before he heads off for bed, leaving you alone with your thoughts for the rest of the night.
The rest of the weekend passes by in a haze. You stay up in your room the whole time only leaving for the bathroom. The rest of the time you keep yourself busy finishing off your homework and reading ahead of your classes. You make sure that you understand all the stuff Professors Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick have taught you up until now. Unfortunately through all the work your thoughts keep going back to Oliver. Luckily Harry comes to make sure you are alright and have enough food to last you, and he has a bit of information for you…he tells you that the girl with Oliver was a fifth year Gryffindor named Hayley. This doesn't help since you are pretty much dreading Monday…when you'll have class and have to face Oliver…