Okay, this has been very trying for me; The disk where I keep all my fics
decided not to work on computers anymore, and I had this chapter almost
finished on it, so, I was put to the question as whether to make Oliver be
dead, and just do a quick little Funeral fic, or…Re-Write the entire 3-page
long chapter 7…so I choose to do his death, so here's the funeral!
Lol, yeah I wish I could just do that to all of ya but NO I have to have a conscience. This is showing how much I luv you all! So, here comes your re-written chapter 7…
Katrina- No problem, your story was awesome! Heh, I was only asking if you were twelve cause you write so well!!! Like a professional, but I guess you can be a professional at 12, can't you? ;) Thanks for reviewing and I hope you continue to, cause I haven't been getting too many.
Gambit Gal- Well, Wolvie Gal is insane. Haha. No, no, I know everyone is entitled to his or her or it's own opinion…even if it's wrong. ;) Thanks for reviewing!!! And thanks for trying to help with the disk even though it didn't work out in the end. ~hugs~
Annalise- Haha! 'Insaneness'? Insaneness. Well, it doesn't bring up any spelling errors on my computer, so you're clear! Haha. I probably would have just used the word 'insanity' but some are more creative than others. ;) Thanks for reviewing!!! And no I didn't KILL OLIVER. ;)
Juvenus- Ahhh, Juvenus! Always there for me! ~hugs~ (P.S.- Sorry if I'm a lil bit huggy tonight everyone, its my warm fuzzy mood coming after me.) No, no he's not alright. He now is mentally challenged and Jess has to ask herself if she'd rather break up with him, or spend the rest of her life with someone who calls her 'Jezzay!' with eye-twitches. Yeah, you're laughing, but just you wait ~glares~. Heheheh, Thanks for reviewing yet again, darling!
And without further interruptions…chapter 7 of 'Oliver's Fancy'…
P.S.- THE LEAFS LOST?! WHY!!!! NOOOOO!!!!
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Oliver suddenly awoke. He waited a moment before opening his eyes, seeing the redness through his closed eyelids, knowing one he opened his eyes the sun would sting them. He reluctantly did open them, and was sort of glad he did.
He was obviously in the Hospital Wing. He was lying in one of those metal beds that they put you in, a curtain drawn around a wide area where he, and someone else were sitting. He silently watched Jessica, who was sitting there working on some form of homework, muttering to herself frustratedly. She looked amazing! Her hair was done up, as usual, in a sort of messy bun. She was wearing a tight black spaghetti-strapped top and a short black miniskirt. Oliver wasn't even sure if that was allowed but he wasn't going to say anything! She was also wearing a pair of tall, black velvet boots that went up just past her knees, not making very much skin visible between the tops of the boots and the bottom of the skirt.
He smiled lightly as she seemed to figure out what she had been thinking about and smiled triumphantly and scribbled something down on her paper. The sun accented her face with the orange-yellow light. He looked out the tall window that was near his bed and nearly passed out again at what he saw; tons of snow! The light reflected off of it, making the outside almost glow. It wasn't snowing at the time, but it looked like it had recently! He looked at Jessica again as she sighed.
"Having troubles?" he asked. She jumped at his voice and looked up. She saw he was awake and smiled, immediately getting up and hugging him. Oliver winced a bit, but didn't say anything.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, sitting on the bed beside him.
"Better…though my head hurts a bit." He said, touching his forehead and feeling a bandage across it, "What day is it?"
"Saturday." Jessica replied, smirking a bit. Saturday?! He remembered being attacked by Marcus on Monday, so he had been unconscious for almost 5 days?! (A/N- I think? Lol)
"Are you joking?" Oliver asked, frowning. Jessica shook her head.
"You mean I've missed classes for four day?" he asked, still shocked. She nodded.
"And, you know what else it means?" she asked, smiling brightly.
"What?" he asked.
"Christmas vacation starts Tuesday." She said, automatically bringing a smile to Oliver's lips.
"I had almost forgotten." He said.
"Bad news though…" Jessica said.
"What? What's happened? Is it Quidditch?" Oliver asked frantically. Jessica laughed.
"Calm down, Oliver, nothing is wrong with Quidditch." She said, smiling.
"Oh, then it can't be too bad," he said, grinning sarcastically, "What is it then?"
"You were kind of…unconscious during sign-ups for people who are going home. You have to stay here for Christmas holidays."
Oliver frowned. This would be his first Christmas away from home. His mother expected him to be there, his father, his brothers!
"That's impossible." He said.
"I'm sorry, sweetie." She said, rubbing his arm comfortingly, but he didn't seem to notice.
"I'll talk to McGonagall, she'll help me out." He said.
"Alright." She said.
"Where are you going for Holidays?" he asked suddenly.
"Oh," she said quietly, "I'm staying here. My parents are somewhere in Asia this year. No big, I guess."
He frowned lightly and looked at her face, which had saddened a bit when saying this.
"Well, I guess I'll be here then." He said, forcing a smile even though he was very disappointed about not going home.
"What about asking McGonagall?" Jessica asked, frowning slightly.
"Ah, I'm sure she's busy and all." Oliver said. Jessica raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you sure you're feeling better?" she asked, brushing some hair off of his forehead, "You're acting all strange."
"I'm fine." He said. "So, what's happened while I was out? Have you gone around and found someone else who does it better for you?"
She smirked.
"*I* haven't been going around asking people out." She said, emphasising the beginning of her sentence.
"So have people been asking you out then?" he asked, "Thinking I was gone and you needed so-called 'comforting'?" Jessica laughed a bit.
"Just a couple." She said. Oliver smirked.
"Who?" he asked, "Marcus?"
"Him, yes, twice." She said, shaking her head at the thought.
"Who else?" Oliver asked. Jessica smiled a bit and seemed embarrassed.
"Come on, out with it then." He said, but Jessica shook her head, "Alright, do I know him?" She nodded. "Is he in our house?" She nodded. Oliver suddenly had an idea who it was.
"Is he…younger than you?" he asked. She nodded, smirking.
"Is he famous?" he asked. She nodded. It was obvious now, Oliver had seen the way Harry had looked at her at the beginning of the year.
"Harry asked you?!" said Oliver with a laugh. Jessica smiled and blushed.
"Shut up!" she said, laughing a bit, "He was so embarrassed afterwards it was…ALMOST cute!"
Oliver continued laughing; all he could picture was short, little Harry standing beside Jessica. He pictured Harry hugging her around the waist because she was so much older. Jessica wasn't that tall. She was just a tad bit shorter than Oliver, and Harry was pretty tall for his age, but Oliver still found it funny before it started to hurt his head. He groaned and touched the bandage on his forehead.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"I told you," Oliver said, "I'm fine."
"We'll see." Came a familiar voice. It was Madam Pomfrey, the nurse. "Good to see you awake, Oliver."
"Will I be able to get out of here today?" Oliver asked eagerly. Madam Pomfrey walked over.
"We'll see," she said, and then looked at Jessica, "You'll have to leave, dear."
Jessica nodded and grabbed her books, shoving them into her knapsack. She slung it over her shoulder and walked over to Oliver, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I'll come back later, alright?" she said, taking Oliver's hand in hers. Oliver nodded and kissed her hand once, and Jessica walked towards the door, eventually having to let go of his hand. She smiled once more before walking out into the hallway. Oliver had felt upset about having to stay behind during Christmas, but suddenly, he was relieved of that emotion. He smiled to himself as Pomfrey started to check him over.
Lol, yeah I wish I could just do that to all of ya but NO I have to have a conscience. This is showing how much I luv you all! So, here comes your re-written chapter 7…
Katrina- No problem, your story was awesome! Heh, I was only asking if you were twelve cause you write so well!!! Like a professional, but I guess you can be a professional at 12, can't you? ;) Thanks for reviewing and I hope you continue to, cause I haven't been getting too many.
Gambit Gal- Well, Wolvie Gal is insane. Haha. No, no, I know everyone is entitled to his or her or it's own opinion…even if it's wrong. ;) Thanks for reviewing!!! And thanks for trying to help with the disk even though it didn't work out in the end. ~hugs~
Annalise- Haha! 'Insaneness'? Insaneness. Well, it doesn't bring up any spelling errors on my computer, so you're clear! Haha. I probably would have just used the word 'insanity' but some are more creative than others. ;) Thanks for reviewing!!! And no I didn't KILL OLIVER. ;)
Juvenus- Ahhh, Juvenus! Always there for me! ~hugs~ (P.S.- Sorry if I'm a lil bit huggy tonight everyone, its my warm fuzzy mood coming after me.) No, no he's not alright. He now is mentally challenged and Jess has to ask herself if she'd rather break up with him, or spend the rest of her life with someone who calls her 'Jezzay!' with eye-twitches. Yeah, you're laughing, but just you wait ~glares~. Heheheh, Thanks for reviewing yet again, darling!
And without further interruptions…chapter 7 of 'Oliver's Fancy'…
P.S.- THE LEAFS LOST?! WHY!!!! NOOOOO!!!!
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Oliver suddenly awoke. He waited a moment before opening his eyes, seeing the redness through his closed eyelids, knowing one he opened his eyes the sun would sting them. He reluctantly did open them, and was sort of glad he did.
He was obviously in the Hospital Wing. He was lying in one of those metal beds that they put you in, a curtain drawn around a wide area where he, and someone else were sitting. He silently watched Jessica, who was sitting there working on some form of homework, muttering to herself frustratedly. She looked amazing! Her hair was done up, as usual, in a sort of messy bun. She was wearing a tight black spaghetti-strapped top and a short black miniskirt. Oliver wasn't even sure if that was allowed but he wasn't going to say anything! She was also wearing a pair of tall, black velvet boots that went up just past her knees, not making very much skin visible between the tops of the boots and the bottom of the skirt.
He smiled lightly as she seemed to figure out what she had been thinking about and smiled triumphantly and scribbled something down on her paper. The sun accented her face with the orange-yellow light. He looked out the tall window that was near his bed and nearly passed out again at what he saw; tons of snow! The light reflected off of it, making the outside almost glow. It wasn't snowing at the time, but it looked like it had recently! He looked at Jessica again as she sighed.
"Having troubles?" he asked. She jumped at his voice and looked up. She saw he was awake and smiled, immediately getting up and hugging him. Oliver winced a bit, but didn't say anything.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, sitting on the bed beside him.
"Better…though my head hurts a bit." He said, touching his forehead and feeling a bandage across it, "What day is it?"
"Saturday." Jessica replied, smirking a bit. Saturday?! He remembered being attacked by Marcus on Monday, so he had been unconscious for almost 5 days?! (A/N- I think? Lol)
"Are you joking?" Oliver asked, frowning. Jessica shook her head.
"You mean I've missed classes for four day?" he asked, still shocked. She nodded.
"And, you know what else it means?" she asked, smiling brightly.
"What?" he asked.
"Christmas vacation starts Tuesday." She said, automatically bringing a smile to Oliver's lips.
"I had almost forgotten." He said.
"Bad news though…" Jessica said.
"What? What's happened? Is it Quidditch?" Oliver asked frantically. Jessica laughed.
"Calm down, Oliver, nothing is wrong with Quidditch." She said, smiling.
"Oh, then it can't be too bad," he said, grinning sarcastically, "What is it then?"
"You were kind of…unconscious during sign-ups for people who are going home. You have to stay here for Christmas holidays."
Oliver frowned. This would be his first Christmas away from home. His mother expected him to be there, his father, his brothers!
"That's impossible." He said.
"I'm sorry, sweetie." She said, rubbing his arm comfortingly, but he didn't seem to notice.
"I'll talk to McGonagall, she'll help me out." He said.
"Alright." She said.
"Where are you going for Holidays?" he asked suddenly.
"Oh," she said quietly, "I'm staying here. My parents are somewhere in Asia this year. No big, I guess."
He frowned lightly and looked at her face, which had saddened a bit when saying this.
"Well, I guess I'll be here then." He said, forcing a smile even though he was very disappointed about not going home.
"What about asking McGonagall?" Jessica asked, frowning slightly.
"Ah, I'm sure she's busy and all." Oliver said. Jessica raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you sure you're feeling better?" she asked, brushing some hair off of his forehead, "You're acting all strange."
"I'm fine." He said. "So, what's happened while I was out? Have you gone around and found someone else who does it better for you?"
She smirked.
"*I* haven't been going around asking people out." She said, emphasising the beginning of her sentence.
"So have people been asking you out then?" he asked, "Thinking I was gone and you needed so-called 'comforting'?" Jessica laughed a bit.
"Just a couple." She said. Oliver smirked.
"Who?" he asked, "Marcus?"
"Him, yes, twice." She said, shaking her head at the thought.
"Who else?" Oliver asked. Jessica smiled a bit and seemed embarrassed.
"Come on, out with it then." He said, but Jessica shook her head, "Alright, do I know him?" She nodded. "Is he in our house?" She nodded. Oliver suddenly had an idea who it was.
"Is he…younger than you?" he asked. She nodded, smirking.
"Is he famous?" he asked. She nodded. It was obvious now, Oliver had seen the way Harry had looked at her at the beginning of the year.
"Harry asked you?!" said Oliver with a laugh. Jessica smiled and blushed.
"Shut up!" she said, laughing a bit, "He was so embarrassed afterwards it was…ALMOST cute!"
Oliver continued laughing; all he could picture was short, little Harry standing beside Jessica. He pictured Harry hugging her around the waist because she was so much older. Jessica wasn't that tall. She was just a tad bit shorter than Oliver, and Harry was pretty tall for his age, but Oliver still found it funny before it started to hurt his head. He groaned and touched the bandage on his forehead.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"I told you," Oliver said, "I'm fine."
"We'll see." Came a familiar voice. It was Madam Pomfrey, the nurse. "Good to see you awake, Oliver."
"Will I be able to get out of here today?" Oliver asked eagerly. Madam Pomfrey walked over.
"We'll see," she said, and then looked at Jessica, "You'll have to leave, dear."
Jessica nodded and grabbed her books, shoving them into her knapsack. She slung it over her shoulder and walked over to Oliver, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I'll come back later, alright?" she said, taking Oliver's hand in hers. Oliver nodded and kissed her hand once, and Jessica walked towards the door, eventually having to let go of his hand. She smiled once more before walking out into the hallway. Oliver had felt upset about having to stay behind during Christmas, but suddenly, he was relieved of that emotion. He smiled to himself as Pomfrey started to check him over.