I update TWICE and I get ONE review!? Where did all my other lass' go!?
lol, at least I got you Juvenus! ~hugs~
Ah, Gambit Gal, about bloody hell time! Lol, just kidding.
Darkangel, hiya! Thanks for reviewing, hope you continue to!!!
Well, the trick to "cliffies" is that it keeps the readers coming back…except in my case. And yes, I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to keep going with this story, boy troubles :o( Anyhoo, I'm updating now so, yeah, that's pretty fast, right? ;) By the way, this chapter is 5 pages long, so grab some food and water and a blanket, you'll be here for a while ;)
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The silence enhanced the sound of Hagrid's footsteps, crunching the snow.
"Well," said Angelina, taking her arms back from around Alicia and George who were helping her, "I'm going back."
"What?!" exclaimed Fred, "You're crazy!"
"No, Fred," she said, glaring at him slightly, "I'm hurt."
She started limping towards where the light was, and there was a silence.
"Oh, here." Said George, going forward and helping her walk, going towards Hagrid. There was a sudden howl from behind them, and they all turned around.
"I guess the spell wore off." Said Katie.
Jessica looked at Oliver, and they stood there, looking into each other's eyes as if debating silently back and forth. Jessica let go of Katie's arm.
"I'm going." She said, sort of nervously and started to walk past Oliver when he turned and walked beside her, taking her hand in his, glancing over his shoulder at Katie, Fred and Alicia.
"What in god's name 're the four of yeh doing out here?" asked Hagrid as they got to him.
"Well um…" Angelina said.
"My broomstick…it flew out the window and we all ran after it." said George.
"Yer broomstick…flew out the window?" Hagrid repeated, raising an eyebrow. George nodded enthusiastically.
"Well, we'll see if that'll be good enough fer Dumbledore." Said Hagrid, and they walked towards the school. They were led down the empty hallways, save for a few students who were heading up to bed, who watched them from the door curiously. Oliver hadn't let go of Jessica's hand. They walked down the hallway until they got to McGonagall's office, where Hagrid knew Dumbledore would be.
"Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid as he walked into the office, Angelina and George behind him, and Oliver and Jessica behind them, "I found these four in the Forbidden Forest."
Hagrid stepped out of the doorway and the four walked in. Oliver looked up, seeing Professor McGonagall watching him with her mouth open, as if she couldn't believe it. He put his head back down to look at his feet, his hand still holding Jessica's.
"Now," said Dumbledore, stepping towards them, "Why were you in the Forest?"
They then told the long story of the broomstick flying out of the window and landing in the woods, and George didn't want to go alone so the others came with him, but they never found the broom and were attacked by a Werewolf.
"An interesting story." Dumbledore said when they finished. He stared at them all, then sighed and shook his head, "Please have a seat in the hallway."
The four filed out, wondering what was going to happen to them. They all sat down; Oliver and Jessica on one side of the room, George and Angelina on the other.
It had been almost two hours when Oliver awoke. He was still sitting in the hallway, Jessica asleep, her head on his shoulder. He glanced over and saw Angelina, lying down across two chairs and George, reading.
"Have they come out yet?" he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the girls. George looked up and shook his head.
"Not even a peep for the last few hours." Said George. Oliver sighed frustratedly. What was taking them so long?
As if answering his question, the door of McGonagall's office swung open. George leaned over and shook Angelina slightly to wake her, and Oliver just placed an arm around Jessica's waist, which instantly woke her, tiredly, up.
"Sorry to wake you, ladies." Said McGonagall sarcastically. Jessica rubbed her eyes as Angelina yawned.
"Dumbledore wants to see each of you individually." McGonagall said, "Weasley, you're first."
George gulped and got up, walking into McGonagall's office where Oliver could see Dumbledore sitting at a desk. McGonagall's eyes shifted to Oliver in a cold look.
"Wood," she said, "Come with me."
She walked off down the hallway, expecting him to follow as he always has. Oliver looked at Jessica for a moment and she shot him an encouraging smile, and for the first time in about 2 and a half-hours, Oliver released her hand, and walked after McGonagall.
He entered a smaller office, with two chairs in front of a big brown desk.
"Take a seat, Wood." McGonagall said, as she herself sat down behind the desk. Oliver sat and looked at her.
"What happened, Wood?" she asked, "What happened to the bright young man who's only trouble in school was being late for classes because he had been up too late working on the bloody Quidditch practises! Now look what you're into! What's next? Vandalism? Murder?"
"No, Professor." He replied.
"Let's hope not." She said, then got out of her chair and sat on the desk in front of him, Oliver changing his gaze to the floor, "What really happened out there, Wood?"
Oliver looked up at her. She had a motherly gaze on him, which is what she was; his mother-away-from-home. She was as concerned with Gryffindor Quidditch as he was.
"It's exactly what George said." Oliver replied, returning his gaze to the floor. It's not that he was scared of McGonagall, but around her he felt helpless and weak, and had ever since he had met her his first year.
"Now, Oliver," she said, again using his first name, like she had the first time she'd met with him strictly, "I know you skipped one of your classes, and I know Ms. Hargrove did aswell. I know that you were outside tonight, and so was she."
She sighed frustratedly and shook her head.
"We'll see if Dumbledore doesn't suspend all of you!" she said.
"I understand, Professor." Oliver said, not taking his eyes off of the royal blue rug on the floor.
"Well all I have to say is that I'm very disappointed in you, Wood." McGonagall said, "Maybe if Dumbledore suspends that blasted girl, you might get back on track, eh?"
She had said the last part as sort of a sweet joke, but well meant. This made Oliver angry; if McGonagall knew about him and Jessica, why would she insult her right in front of him?
"Alright, you can go. Dumbledore will want to see you soon anyway." She said, and Oliver got up quickly and walked out.
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Oliver woke up Sunday afternoon, having had been up until 5 in the morning the previous night, what with having to talk to Dumbledore and all. They had all been given work to do around the school, and 25 points had been deducted from Gryffindor for each of their behaviour.
Oliver dressed and went down the hall to the boys' bathroom and got cleaned up before going down into the Common Room, where he found Jessica and Katie sitting on the couch, facing in towards each other.
"Ah," said Oliver, both of them looking at him when he spoke, "So you did make it out alive."
Katie smirked.
"Yep, I'm a survivor." She said. Oliver walked down the steps into the Common Room and walked over to the two, giving Jessica a quick kiss on the lips before flopping into an armchair.
"Tired?" Jessica asked. Oliver nodded and yawned.
"Well, don't worry," Jessica said, "Two more days and we'll be on vacation."
Oliver smiled just thinking about it; sleeping in until whenever he wanted, staying up, breakfast until noon, no classes.
"Oliver, did you hear?" Katie asked, "You're going to be the only one in the entire 7th year dormitory!"
Oliver was kind of surprised by this. He usually had about two people in there with him, but he shrugged it off.
"Are you staying here, Katie?" asked Jessica.
"Nah, I'm going home." Katie said, "Mum's got some form of big news."
Jessica nodded, and then looked at Oliver.
"Why don't we go grab something to eat?" she said, "You haven't eaten yet and Katie and I were just complaining about how hungry we are."
Oliver yawned and nodded again, tiredly getting up. The two girls followed him out the porthole and into the hallway.
Oliver had a chance to look at what they were both wearing. Katie was wearing a pair of semi-tight jeans and a white tank top. Oliver was surprised he hadn't noticed what Jessica was wearing before, as it was very unordinary. She was wearing what looked like an 18th Century black corset with a skirt. He couldn't help but think how good she looked in it; the way it conformed to her thin hips and pushed her already-thin body thinner.
"Where did you get that?" he asked, rather surprised by it still. She looked at him, not really understanding what he was talking about until she saw his eyes looking at the corset.
"You can not laugh at me! My sister sent it from home this morning and I had to see if it fit!" she exclaimed. Oliver smirked and stopped, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her close up to him.
"I meant it in a good way," he said, "You look awesome."
She smiled, obviously not really believing it herself, but kissed him lightly before he let go of her again. The three started walking again before Katie stopped.
"Shit," she said, "I forgot something, I'll meet you guys down there."
"We can wait if you want." Jessica said, stopping as well.
"No, its okay." Katie said and rushed off. Oliver frowned.
"That was odd." He said. Jessica nodded. The two continued on downstairs and to the Great Hall. Jessica got strange looks from other students because of her clothing. If they gave her weird looks she'd give them the finger or glare, but then would smirk to Oliver as if she were really having a good time with it all. They walked over to a table where Fred and George sat. They sat across from the two, Fred looked at Jessica's outfit and was about to say something when Jessica warned him.
"You say anything about what I'm wearing, you die."
Fred shut his mouth and looked back to his lunch. Oliver smirked as he helped himself to some food.
"George told me what you four have to do because of last night," said Fred, "That's rotten luck."
"Yeah, you'd have it too." Said Oliver.
"Where's Katie?" asked George.
"She said she'd meet us down here." Said Jessica, "I wonder why she isn't here yet."
Katie never came down again, which they all found strange, and eventually went looking for her, but they couldn't.
The next two days passed rather slowly in anticipation for the Holidays. The air had become colder, forcing students to wear sweaters and scarves. The snow had become easier to pack, tempting the pupils to make snowmen and hold snowball fights, which they did more than happily.
It was Wednesday morning. 8am to be exact. Oliver woke up and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He sat across from Fred and George, who were near ready to go home for the Holidays.
"'Morning." Said Oliver, and they both replied with a nod.
"You don't have to give us your speech before Holidays, Oliver." Said Fred.
"Yeah, we know it by heart now; 'Think of strategies', 'Touch up broomsticks', etc." said George.
"Hm?" Oliver said, confused, "Oh, I forgot about that."
They both stared at him, wide eyed and mouths open. Oliver grimaced as a piece of egg fell out of George's mouth and hit his plate.
"You…forgot?" asked Fred. Oliver nodded.
"Well, I guess you guys know it by now." He replied. The twins still couldn't believe what they were hearing, but shut their mouths to chew now.
Upstairs, Jessica woke up and came down into the common room, seeing Katie standing there looking at her bags.
"See you're all packed." She said.
Katie half-ignored her.
"Yeah, I guess." she said. Jessica frowned and walked downstairs to her.
"Look, Katie, is something wrong?" she asked, "Ever since that day you didn't come down for lunch the other day, you've been kind of ignoring me."
Katie turned quickly and looked at her.
"I don't really want to talk about it." she said. Jessica sighed.
"Well, then what does it have to do with me?" she asked. Katie shifted nervously.
"Look, it's not that important…not anymore." She said.
"What do you mean?" Jessica asked, frowning.
"Look, its not easy being the best friend, you know…" Katie said, "I mean, being here and watching other girls take the only guy you've ever liked, and he doesn't even know how you feel."
Jessica looked at her, shocked at the things that were coming out of her mouth.
"You…like Oliver?" she asked. Katie sighed and nodded, wiping away a few tears. Jessica still couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Katie, if I had known…I wouldn't have gone near Oliver." She said.
"Oh like it would have mattered," said Katie, sounding angry, "He would have gone near you."
"Katie, I'm really sor…" Jessica started, but Katie waved her hand.
"Don't bother," she said, grabbing her bags, "It doesn't matter now. I have to go. Have a happy fucking Christmas."
And with that, Katie walked out, pulling along her bags. Jessica just stood there, not sure what to do.
Oliver was heading along the corridor to go back to the Gryffindor Common Room, when he felt a hand grab his shoulder and shove him against a wall. It was Marcus Flint, yet again.
"Hello again, Wood." He said. Oliver shoved him off, sending Marcus into the opposite wall.
"Don't touch me, Flint." He said.
"Ooh, smartened up a bit since we've last met, eh?" Marcus said with a smirk, "Obviously not enough though."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Oliver asked angrily.
"You never broke up with her," Marcus replied, "Well, it didn't get through your head, obviously, so this time I'll hit you where it really hurts."
Oliver didn't understand, but he said nothing, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his wand, holding it there. To his surprise, Marcus was the one to walk away first.
"See you after Holidays, Wood." He said, and walked off. Oliver released the wand and pondered what he meant. He was hoping it wasn't anything exceedingly dangerous, but it was vacation time, and nothing would happen until Marcus got back…right?
Ah, Gambit Gal, about bloody hell time! Lol, just kidding.
Darkangel, hiya! Thanks for reviewing, hope you continue to!!!
Well, the trick to "cliffies" is that it keeps the readers coming back…except in my case. And yes, I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to keep going with this story, boy troubles :o( Anyhoo, I'm updating now so, yeah, that's pretty fast, right? ;) By the way, this chapter is 5 pages long, so grab some food and water and a blanket, you'll be here for a while ;)
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The silence enhanced the sound of Hagrid's footsteps, crunching the snow.
"Well," said Angelina, taking her arms back from around Alicia and George who were helping her, "I'm going back."
"What?!" exclaimed Fred, "You're crazy!"
"No, Fred," she said, glaring at him slightly, "I'm hurt."
She started limping towards where the light was, and there was a silence.
"Oh, here." Said George, going forward and helping her walk, going towards Hagrid. There was a sudden howl from behind them, and they all turned around.
"I guess the spell wore off." Said Katie.
Jessica looked at Oliver, and they stood there, looking into each other's eyes as if debating silently back and forth. Jessica let go of Katie's arm.
"I'm going." She said, sort of nervously and started to walk past Oliver when he turned and walked beside her, taking her hand in his, glancing over his shoulder at Katie, Fred and Alicia.
"What in god's name 're the four of yeh doing out here?" asked Hagrid as they got to him.
"Well um…" Angelina said.
"My broomstick…it flew out the window and we all ran after it." said George.
"Yer broomstick…flew out the window?" Hagrid repeated, raising an eyebrow. George nodded enthusiastically.
"Well, we'll see if that'll be good enough fer Dumbledore." Said Hagrid, and they walked towards the school. They were led down the empty hallways, save for a few students who were heading up to bed, who watched them from the door curiously. Oliver hadn't let go of Jessica's hand. They walked down the hallway until they got to McGonagall's office, where Hagrid knew Dumbledore would be.
"Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid as he walked into the office, Angelina and George behind him, and Oliver and Jessica behind them, "I found these four in the Forbidden Forest."
Hagrid stepped out of the doorway and the four walked in. Oliver looked up, seeing Professor McGonagall watching him with her mouth open, as if she couldn't believe it. He put his head back down to look at his feet, his hand still holding Jessica's.
"Now," said Dumbledore, stepping towards them, "Why were you in the Forest?"
They then told the long story of the broomstick flying out of the window and landing in the woods, and George didn't want to go alone so the others came with him, but they never found the broom and were attacked by a Werewolf.
"An interesting story." Dumbledore said when they finished. He stared at them all, then sighed and shook his head, "Please have a seat in the hallway."
The four filed out, wondering what was going to happen to them. They all sat down; Oliver and Jessica on one side of the room, George and Angelina on the other.
It had been almost two hours when Oliver awoke. He was still sitting in the hallway, Jessica asleep, her head on his shoulder. He glanced over and saw Angelina, lying down across two chairs and George, reading.
"Have they come out yet?" he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the girls. George looked up and shook his head.
"Not even a peep for the last few hours." Said George. Oliver sighed frustratedly. What was taking them so long?
As if answering his question, the door of McGonagall's office swung open. George leaned over and shook Angelina slightly to wake her, and Oliver just placed an arm around Jessica's waist, which instantly woke her, tiredly, up.
"Sorry to wake you, ladies." Said McGonagall sarcastically. Jessica rubbed her eyes as Angelina yawned.
"Dumbledore wants to see each of you individually." McGonagall said, "Weasley, you're first."
George gulped and got up, walking into McGonagall's office where Oliver could see Dumbledore sitting at a desk. McGonagall's eyes shifted to Oliver in a cold look.
"Wood," she said, "Come with me."
She walked off down the hallway, expecting him to follow as he always has. Oliver looked at Jessica for a moment and she shot him an encouraging smile, and for the first time in about 2 and a half-hours, Oliver released her hand, and walked after McGonagall.
He entered a smaller office, with two chairs in front of a big brown desk.
"Take a seat, Wood." McGonagall said, as she herself sat down behind the desk. Oliver sat and looked at her.
"What happened, Wood?" she asked, "What happened to the bright young man who's only trouble in school was being late for classes because he had been up too late working on the bloody Quidditch practises! Now look what you're into! What's next? Vandalism? Murder?"
"No, Professor." He replied.
"Let's hope not." She said, then got out of her chair and sat on the desk in front of him, Oliver changing his gaze to the floor, "What really happened out there, Wood?"
Oliver looked up at her. She had a motherly gaze on him, which is what she was; his mother-away-from-home. She was as concerned with Gryffindor Quidditch as he was.
"It's exactly what George said." Oliver replied, returning his gaze to the floor. It's not that he was scared of McGonagall, but around her he felt helpless and weak, and had ever since he had met her his first year.
"Now, Oliver," she said, again using his first name, like she had the first time she'd met with him strictly, "I know you skipped one of your classes, and I know Ms. Hargrove did aswell. I know that you were outside tonight, and so was she."
She sighed frustratedly and shook her head.
"We'll see if Dumbledore doesn't suspend all of you!" she said.
"I understand, Professor." Oliver said, not taking his eyes off of the royal blue rug on the floor.
"Well all I have to say is that I'm very disappointed in you, Wood." McGonagall said, "Maybe if Dumbledore suspends that blasted girl, you might get back on track, eh?"
She had said the last part as sort of a sweet joke, but well meant. This made Oliver angry; if McGonagall knew about him and Jessica, why would she insult her right in front of him?
"Alright, you can go. Dumbledore will want to see you soon anyway." She said, and Oliver got up quickly and walked out.
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Oliver woke up Sunday afternoon, having had been up until 5 in the morning the previous night, what with having to talk to Dumbledore and all. They had all been given work to do around the school, and 25 points had been deducted from Gryffindor for each of their behaviour.
Oliver dressed and went down the hall to the boys' bathroom and got cleaned up before going down into the Common Room, where he found Jessica and Katie sitting on the couch, facing in towards each other.
"Ah," said Oliver, both of them looking at him when he spoke, "So you did make it out alive."
Katie smirked.
"Yep, I'm a survivor." She said. Oliver walked down the steps into the Common Room and walked over to the two, giving Jessica a quick kiss on the lips before flopping into an armchair.
"Tired?" Jessica asked. Oliver nodded and yawned.
"Well, don't worry," Jessica said, "Two more days and we'll be on vacation."
Oliver smiled just thinking about it; sleeping in until whenever he wanted, staying up, breakfast until noon, no classes.
"Oliver, did you hear?" Katie asked, "You're going to be the only one in the entire 7th year dormitory!"
Oliver was kind of surprised by this. He usually had about two people in there with him, but he shrugged it off.
"Are you staying here, Katie?" asked Jessica.
"Nah, I'm going home." Katie said, "Mum's got some form of big news."
Jessica nodded, and then looked at Oliver.
"Why don't we go grab something to eat?" she said, "You haven't eaten yet and Katie and I were just complaining about how hungry we are."
Oliver yawned and nodded again, tiredly getting up. The two girls followed him out the porthole and into the hallway.
Oliver had a chance to look at what they were both wearing. Katie was wearing a pair of semi-tight jeans and a white tank top. Oliver was surprised he hadn't noticed what Jessica was wearing before, as it was very unordinary. She was wearing what looked like an 18th Century black corset with a skirt. He couldn't help but think how good she looked in it; the way it conformed to her thin hips and pushed her already-thin body thinner.
"Where did you get that?" he asked, rather surprised by it still. She looked at him, not really understanding what he was talking about until she saw his eyes looking at the corset.
"You can not laugh at me! My sister sent it from home this morning and I had to see if it fit!" she exclaimed. Oliver smirked and stopped, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her close up to him.
"I meant it in a good way," he said, "You look awesome."
She smiled, obviously not really believing it herself, but kissed him lightly before he let go of her again. The three started walking again before Katie stopped.
"Shit," she said, "I forgot something, I'll meet you guys down there."
"We can wait if you want." Jessica said, stopping as well.
"No, its okay." Katie said and rushed off. Oliver frowned.
"That was odd." He said. Jessica nodded. The two continued on downstairs and to the Great Hall. Jessica got strange looks from other students because of her clothing. If they gave her weird looks she'd give them the finger or glare, but then would smirk to Oliver as if she were really having a good time with it all. They walked over to a table where Fred and George sat. They sat across from the two, Fred looked at Jessica's outfit and was about to say something when Jessica warned him.
"You say anything about what I'm wearing, you die."
Fred shut his mouth and looked back to his lunch. Oliver smirked as he helped himself to some food.
"George told me what you four have to do because of last night," said Fred, "That's rotten luck."
"Yeah, you'd have it too." Said Oliver.
"Where's Katie?" asked George.
"She said she'd meet us down here." Said Jessica, "I wonder why she isn't here yet."
Katie never came down again, which they all found strange, and eventually went looking for her, but they couldn't.
The next two days passed rather slowly in anticipation for the Holidays. The air had become colder, forcing students to wear sweaters and scarves. The snow had become easier to pack, tempting the pupils to make snowmen and hold snowball fights, which they did more than happily.
It was Wednesday morning. 8am to be exact. Oliver woke up and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He sat across from Fred and George, who were near ready to go home for the Holidays.
"'Morning." Said Oliver, and they both replied with a nod.
"You don't have to give us your speech before Holidays, Oliver." Said Fred.
"Yeah, we know it by heart now; 'Think of strategies', 'Touch up broomsticks', etc." said George.
"Hm?" Oliver said, confused, "Oh, I forgot about that."
They both stared at him, wide eyed and mouths open. Oliver grimaced as a piece of egg fell out of George's mouth and hit his plate.
"You…forgot?" asked Fred. Oliver nodded.
"Well, I guess you guys know it by now." He replied. The twins still couldn't believe what they were hearing, but shut their mouths to chew now.
Upstairs, Jessica woke up and came down into the common room, seeing Katie standing there looking at her bags.
"See you're all packed." She said.
Katie half-ignored her.
"Yeah, I guess." she said. Jessica frowned and walked downstairs to her.
"Look, Katie, is something wrong?" she asked, "Ever since that day you didn't come down for lunch the other day, you've been kind of ignoring me."
Katie turned quickly and looked at her.
"I don't really want to talk about it." she said. Jessica sighed.
"Well, then what does it have to do with me?" she asked. Katie shifted nervously.
"Look, it's not that important…not anymore." She said.
"What do you mean?" Jessica asked, frowning.
"Look, its not easy being the best friend, you know…" Katie said, "I mean, being here and watching other girls take the only guy you've ever liked, and he doesn't even know how you feel."
Jessica looked at her, shocked at the things that were coming out of her mouth.
"You…like Oliver?" she asked. Katie sighed and nodded, wiping away a few tears. Jessica still couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Katie, if I had known…I wouldn't have gone near Oliver." She said.
"Oh like it would have mattered," said Katie, sounding angry, "He would have gone near you."
"Katie, I'm really sor…" Jessica started, but Katie waved her hand.
"Don't bother," she said, grabbing her bags, "It doesn't matter now. I have to go. Have a happy fucking Christmas."
And with that, Katie walked out, pulling along her bags. Jessica just stood there, not sure what to do.
Oliver was heading along the corridor to go back to the Gryffindor Common Room, when he felt a hand grab his shoulder and shove him against a wall. It was Marcus Flint, yet again.
"Hello again, Wood." He said. Oliver shoved him off, sending Marcus into the opposite wall.
"Don't touch me, Flint." He said.
"Ooh, smartened up a bit since we've last met, eh?" Marcus said with a smirk, "Obviously not enough though."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Oliver asked angrily.
"You never broke up with her," Marcus replied, "Well, it didn't get through your head, obviously, so this time I'll hit you where it really hurts."
Oliver didn't understand, but he said nothing, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his wand, holding it there. To his surprise, Marcus was the one to walk away first.
"See you after Holidays, Wood." He said, and walked off. Oliver released the wand and pondered what he meant. He was hoping it wasn't anything exceedingly dangerous, but it was vacation time, and nothing would happen until Marcus got back…right?