Heya! Sorry I haven't updated for a while. Its been a sad/rough week. :- (

Anyhoo….ya, I guess you're my like, one and only fan now, Juvenus! Lol, I had people at the beginning but now they HATE IT. but whatever. Here ya go.

And, I dunno where that phrase came from. What a stupid phrase, ya know? 'Hanging over a cliff'? I dunno. Anywho, enjoy!

By the way! Go read "Oliver In Song!" by Queenofsprites. It is the BEST! Lol, advertising someone elses' work when I'm not getting any reviews except for one anyway! Haha.

Heya "Gambit and Wolvie Gals", though by your reviews it sounds like just a singular not a plural. Check out Juvenus' stuff too, its awesome!!! Thanks for reviewing!

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Oliver looked around frantically, not sure what to do. He saw Jessica doing the same. She suddenly grabbed him and walked him towards the closet.

"You're not supposed to be in here." She said quickly, "Just…hide there!"

Oliver opened the closet and went inside, his back to the clothes and facing the door. Jessica stood in front of the doors and then realised something; she wasn't supposed to be in there either. The rules stated that you weren't allowed back to your House until after classes or at lunch. She suddenly flung the closet door open and went in too, standing in front of him.

"What're you…?" Oliver started, but Jessica interrupted him with a "Shh!" as McGonagall burst in the door. Oliver looked through a crack in the closet door to see her looking around quickly.

"Ms. Hargrove?!" she yelled. She looked under a couple of the beds and then stood. She was starting to walk towards the closet when Oliver felt nothing behind the bar of clothes and grabbed Jessica around the waist and pulled her behind the clothes quickly. Both of them crouched low and McGonagall opened the closet door. Oliver stopped breathing. There was silence. The doors closed again and they heard McGonagall leave the room. Jessica looked over at Oliver and smiled nervously and whispered "Thanks." Oliver nodded.

"That was really close." He said, breathing sort of hard now. Jessica nodded.

"Would she be waiting outside the door, do you think?" she asked. Oliver shook his head.

"That's not her style." He responded. Jessica got up and pushed open the door of the closet, looking around before she stepped out, Oliver following.

"So, what is it you wanted to show me?" he asked.

"Oh, right." Jessica said and went over to her trunk. She looked through it as she had before until she pulled out a piece of paper.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Quidditch plays for the Slytherin team." She said, "I saw you were having some trouble with your plans, so I figured this might help."

Oliver was totally shocked. This was just what he needed to win this year!

"Thankyou!" he said and pulled her into a hug. She smiled and hugged back.

"Is this why you were hanging around Marcus all that time?" he asked. Jessica nodded.

"He was totally willing to tell me anything for some reason." She said. Oliver was wondering if Jessica was part Veela, but didn't want to ask.

"You're amazing." He said, giving her another hug and kissing her cheek.

"I know." she said sarcastically, making him grin. He released her from the hug again.

"So, what should we do now?" Jessica asked. Oliver looked at her questionably.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean like, do we go to class late and have McGonagall find out we were here anyway, or should we just skip the class?" she said. Oliver thought about it, not really sure which one to do. He would probably get in trouble either way, but at least skipping the class would make it worth while.

"Well, what do you want to do?" he asked. She shrugged.

"Its up to you." She said. Oliver sighed and thought for an extra moment before looking back to her with his answer.

"Well, I guess it would be safer to stay here, with McGonagall wandering around the school all the time I mean." He said. She smiled.

"Yeah, and the fact I never finished my project." She said. Oliver laughed a bit.

"Me either, I guess we could work on it now?" he suggested. She nodded.

"Alright." She said.

They had started working for half of the period already. They had to do a project for Muggle Studies in which they had to write a storybook with Muggle markers and without wands.

"This is ridiculous," said Jessica, snatching up her wand, "If Muggles wanted these crappy pictures, they wouldn't make so many different coloured markers."

"You'll fail if you do that, you know." said Oliver. She sighed, putting her wand down again.

"I know, this is so frustrating, and I can't draw." She said.

"Let me see." Said Oliver, getting off of the couch and walking over to where she was working on her bed. He looked at her picture of a girl and boy in a boat. It wasn't very good, but it was damn well better than his. He laughed as he noticed something.

"What's with her lips?" he asked. They seemed very red and big to him.

"What? It's just a stereotypical way of saying she's a girl!" she said, smirking a bit.

"She looks stupid." Said Oliver, still laughing, "Her lips are half of her face."

Jessica glared a bit and grabbed his arm, shoving him down on top of her papers and got on top of him to hold him down.

"Well, if you don't want her to have it," she said, grabbing a red marker and started drawing on his face, messily because he was struggling, "How about you take it from her."

She was just grabbing a black to add a lip-line, when he got his arms out and grabbed her around the waist, throwing her over beside him. He grabbed a blue marker and started drawing on her eyelids. She tried not to scream, and ended up just laughing as she attempted to throw him off as he held her down with one hand, but keeping his body against her's so she couldn't move.

Suddenly, Oliver felt uncomfortable; he was holding her down on a BED! He slowly released her from his hand. There was a silence as he continued to lie on top of her, just getting lost in her eyes by accident. Suddenly, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his, and Oliver responded, putting his hand on the back of her head and kissing back.

Oliver couldn't believe what was happening. Did she mean this? Did he even mean this? For now he didn't care. He enjoyed kissing her, putting a hand on her hip as she placed one on his shoulder. Unfortunately, the discomfort returned, reminding Oliver that they were on a bed, and that he didn't want to seem like he was signalling for something. So he slowly, and reluctantly, pulled from the kiss and opened his eyes.

"What was that for?" he asked. Jessica smiled.

"Just something I've been waiting for." She replied. Oliver got off of her and she sat up to a sitting position beside him, both of their legs draping off of the side of the bed.

"What do you mean?" he asked. She sighed.

"Katie told me I should have told you this a long time ago, but…" she began, "I've kind of liked you since I met you."

She blushed and looked down, smiling embarrassingly. She then looked back up at him.

"Sorry, I know this is kind of awkward, but I figured you should…" she was suddenly interrupted as Oliver's lips covered hers once again. They sat there, kissing again until she pulled out of it.

"What was that all about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've liked you too…for…a very long time now." He said. She looked at him, in shock.

"You do?" she asked. He nodded, and leaned in to kiss her again. She was about to touch his lips with hers when a bell rang out, signifying the end of that class. She looked towards the window and then stood, blushing.

"Well, I guess we should go." she said, walking towards the door after grabbing her bag.

"Jessica, wait." Oliver said, standing as well, and he walked over to her as she turned.

"Since we both like each other…I was wondering if um…" he started, but could barely finish, "You'd maybe want to go out…officially?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Okay." She replied. He grinned and they hugged before walking out of the room towards their next class.

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Oliver walked towards the Great Hall for supper that evening, with a smirk on his face. He couldn't stop smiling after what had happened this morning. He couldn't believe he was going out with her; something he had been wishing for since he'd met her.

Suddenly, he was grabbed by the back of his robe and slammed into a wall, hitting his head on the stone, and then pulled back and his back was slammed against the stone on the opposite wall. He groaned, feeling blood trickling down his forehead and looked at his attacker; Marcus Flint.

"I hear you're dating that Jessica girl, Wood." Said Flint, "Well, just so you know, she'll be mine by the end of the week, I guarantee you that."

"She doesn't even like you, Flint," said Oliver, "She never did."

Marcus's eyes flared and he punched Oliver in the stomach, making Oliver lean forward and then kneed him in the face, sending his head backwards against the stone wall hard.

"Don't talk back to me, Wood," Marcus said, "It'll get you no where."

With that, Marcus strode down the hallway. Oliver hated the fact that he couldn't fight Marcus. He would be a fair match for him, but Oliver didn't want to get in trouble. He sat there on the ground with his back against the wall, feeling the blood going down his forehead for ten minutes before he heard someone coming down the hall. The voices of Jessica and Fred.

"I wonder where he could be." Fred said.

'That's ironic.' Thought Oliver, forcing a slight smirk to his face. It was then he saw them walk around the pillar he was behind, and Jessica looked over.

"Holy shit." She said, dropping to her knees beside him. Fred leaned over him, looking to see if he was awake. Oliver forced his eyes wider than the slits he had them in.

"Oh my god." Said Jessica.

"I'll go to the Nurse's office, tell her to get a bed ready." Fred said, then looking at Jessica, "Can you bring him up by yourself?"

Jessica nodded. Fred then ran down the hallway.

"What happened?" Jessica asked, ripping a piece of the bottom of her shirt to wipe away some of the blood coming down his forehead.

"Marcus came, said something about you, and left." Oliver said dazedly and then looked at Jessica. She looked very concerned, something Oliver hadn't felt from anyone, except maybe his mother when he was five. He actually thought he could see tears in her eyes.

"This is all my fault." She muttered.

"What? Why?" asked Oliver.

"If I hadn't got you those stupid game plans, this wouldn't have happened." She said.

"I don't think that was the reason." Said Oliver, shaking his head.

"Do you think you can walk?" she asked. Oliver nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said and stood, showing a patch of blood on the wall where the back of his head had smashed against. He swayed a bit and then fell right onto Jessica, who managed to support him. They made it down two hallways before Oliver fell to the floor weakly. He leaned against the wall again.

"Forget it, I'll stay here." He said.

"No, come on Oliver, you have to keep going, we just have to go up the stairs at the end of this hall." Jessica said. Oliver looked at her face and there were two streaks of tears on her face. He hated to see her sad like this. He tried to get up, but struggled and fell back down.

"Come on," she said, and tried to pull him up. Oliver shut his eyes and felt sort of drowsy.

"Oliver, stay awake." He heard Jessica say. She quickly leaned in and kissed his lips gently. He didn't kiss back, not really knowing it was coming. She rested a hand upon his head and pushed some blood away from his forehead with her thumb. Oliver heard the voice of Fred.

"Is he alright?" he asked, as Oliver heard him bounding down the stairs.

"He's not waking up." Jessica said. Their voices seemed echoing and faint, for some reason. Suddenly, everything went dark in Oliver's mind. He could neither see nor hear the two. And then, he was just lost.

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Okay, I have narrowed down my choices for theme songs.

I know that the Story's theme is E.S. Posthumus- Nara. (Thankyou Mack)

For Oliver and Jessica's Love Theme, I want one of these;

Chad Kroeger- Hero

Sarah McLachlan- Full of Grace

Moby- Rushing.

I'm not sure, what do you think? Do tell!