Oliver was on his broomstick. The sun was in his face, and he could feel
sweat on his forehead. He looked down at the neon green Quidditch pitch
from his post as Keeper. He saw Jessica wearing a white dress trying to
catch the Snitch, as was the Slytherin Seeker. Suddenly, Marcus Flint had
the bludger in his hands. How he got it, Oliver didn't know. Marcus aimed
it at Jessica. Oliver tried to call to her to move, but she couldn't hear
him. Marcus threw the bludger, and it flew through the air, on a direct
course, and slammed into Jessica's side, sending her flying from her
broomstick and to the ground, landing on it.
Oliver woke up in his room, sweating. He was breathing hard. His wifebeater undershirt was sticking to his body. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his face, then looked over to his left. He jumped, seeing someone there, but it was only Jessica.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked somewhat tiredly. "You tell me, I could hear you yelling from the Girls' dormitories." She said, walking over to him and sitting on the edge of his bed. "Oh, sorry." He said, "I guess I was yelling in my sleep." Jessica grinned a bit, thinking that sounded a bit funny, and Oliver realised it too and smirked. "Bad dream?" she asked. Oliver nodded. "What happened in it?" she asked. Oliver was about to tell her, but then just smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it." he said. "What, don't want me to get scared of your big, bad dream?" she asked sarcastically, smiling at him. "It's just not important anymore." He said, lying on his back again and looking up at her tiredly. She smiled again and moved herself so she was sitting on him, a leg on either side of him and her bum resting just below his waist. "Tired?" she asked, trailing a finger up and down his chest.
"A little." He replied and smirked, putting his hands on her waist. "Why won't you tell me what your dream was about?" she asked, watching her finger make it's way from his chest to his waistline and then back. "Like I said, it's not important." He answered. "Then why were you yelling my name like I was in danger?" she asked, looking at him and grinning. "I yelled your name?" he asked, blushing a little. Jessica nodded. "I'm sure everyone here thinks I was in here with you, if you catch my drift." She said, grinning. Oliver laughed. "Well, if they see you here, they might figure us out." He said sarcastically. Jessica laughed lightly. "If you want me to leave so you can sleep, just tell me." She said. "That's not what I meant." He said, smirking a bit and leaning up to kiss her. He had just given her a quick peck, but when he pulled his face back, he couldn't resist. He put his lips back against hers and kissed her with every ounce of passion that was left in him, as tired as he was. She responded, and he could feel her tongue with his. Bringing one of his hands up to her cheek, he continued kissing her as he felt her hand move to his shoulder. As usual, Oliver found that they were on a bed, and didn't want to force anything upon her.as much as he wished for it to happen. But, even though he didn't want to give her the wrong idea, he kept kissing her, and for once, she pulled away first.
Oliver opened his eyes as their lips parted, their faces still close together, and Jessica leaned forward to him again, carefully tracing the tip of her tongue up from just under his bottom lip, to the crease in his mouth and smiled at him.
"See you in the morning." She said, almost tauntingly, and got up, walking towards his door. Oliver just sat there, watching her. She stopped as her hand touched the doorknob and turned back to him, giving him a reassuring smile, before opening the door and leaving again.
Oliver exhaled slowly, now overheated and sat there for a moment before lying on his back again. He stared at the top of his four-poster bed and thought about her. He couldn't wait to see her tomorrow, as usual, but he felt different now. And it was good.
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Oliver woke up the next morning, feeling tired. He looked at the grandfather clock by the door. It was 6 in the morning. He tried to get back asleep until 6.15, but couldn't, so, groggily, he got up. He changed into a pair of black pants and a dark blue, warm sweater. He slowly made his way out of the dormitories and downstairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. He walked over to a calendar they had on the wall. He was the first one up this morning, so he figured he should cross off the day. He did so and then looked at it. Two more days until Christmas Day. He smiled lightly to himself and walked over to the couch. He laid down on it, and stared at the ceiling. The sun was just coming up outside. Soon, his eyes shut again and he fell asleep.
About an hour and a half later, Oliver opened his eyes again to feeling a hand on his stomach. He saw Jessica sitting on the couch beside him. "Hey." He said, smiling tiredly. "Hey." She said, smiling like she was about to laugh, "Um.sleepwalking?" "You could say that." He said, laughing a bit. She let her laugh out as well, and it was light and beautiful, like Oliver liked it. "Why did you wake up so early, sweetie?" she asked, putting her hand on his cheek and smiling. "I couldn't get back to sleep." He said poutingly. Jessica obviously found this cute and leaned down and kissed him. "Poor baby." She said, smiling. She laid down beside him and looked into his eyes, their bodies practically pressed together, as the couch wasn't that big. "Do you think you're up to walking downstairs to get some breakfast?" she asked, sarcastically babying him. Oliver grinned and put his arms on her waist, pulling her closer to him. "I don't know," he said, "I kind of like just laying here with you." "More than food?" she asked, surprised and sarcastically. Oliver pretended to be in deep thought. "Good point, lets go." he said, grinning. Jessica playfully hit him on his chest, smiling. "Not funny." She said, grinning. "Well I thought it was." He said, playfully. She smiled and leaned forward, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Do you want to go or not?" she asked when she pulled back out of it. "If you're hungry just say so." Oliver said, stroking the side of her thin stomach with his thumb, which was bare because of a bellytop, "I won't make fun of you for it." "I'm not worried about that, sweetie." She said, smiling to him, "I am sort of hungry, but not enough to eat a cow.yet." She smiled and Oliver laughed a bit. "Well, how about we go and walk around outside for a bit until you are starving and couldn't possibly go on without eating something?" he asked, grinning. "You know how cold it is out there, don't you?" she asked. Oliver glanced at the window, seeing it frosted, then looked back to Jessica. "I guess we'll just have to keep warm some other way, right?" he asked, jokingly, with a mischievous look on his face. Jessica grinned and rolled her eyes. "Let me get changed." She said, getting up off of the couch and walking upstairs to the Girls' dormitories. Oliver watched her go and grunted as he got up from the couch, having been quite comfortable there, and went up to the Boys' dorms. He grabbed his outdoor robe and his scarf, putting them on and walking downstairs, and saw Jessica looking in the mirror adjusting her scarf. Walking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder, looking her reflection in the mirror in the eyes. "Ready?" he asked, kissing her neck lightly. "Yep." She said, smiling back at his reflection, and then turned around, looking up at him. Reaching up and putting her arms around the back of his neck, she kissed him gently. Oliver responded, kissing her back, but the kiss never got too wild. Breaking the kiss, Jessica looked up at him and smiled. "C'mon." she said, taking his hand and they walked out the porthole and down the steps. They were just turning a corner when they almost ran straight into Dumbledore. "Sorry, sir." Oliver said. "Oh, nonsense," Dumbledore said, "I'm old, but I'm not fragile." Oliver and Jessica both smiled at his comment. "Where are you two off to?" he asked, smiling. "Just outside." Oliver said. "No where else?" he asked, having seen the two after they had snuck out into the Forbidden Forest. "No, sir." Jessica said, smiling encouragingly to him. "Alright, then." Dumbledore said, "Don't get into too much trouble." "We won't." Oliver said, taking Jessica's hand again and leading her down the hallway and out the doors. It wasn't too cold, but the robes were definitely a good idea anyway.
Oliver had somewhere let go of her hand, and she had folded her arms over her chest like she was cold. Oliver had been staring at the ground as they walked in silence for about 2 minutes.
Soon, Jessica looked over at him and frowned. "Something wrong?" she asked. Oliver looked back and shook his head. "Liar." She said, grinning. "C'mon, just tell me. You've been acting off since the day everyone went home for Christmas break. Who do you miss so much?" Oliver shook his head. "Not who I miss, who I'm worried about." He said. "And who are you worried about?" she asked. "I'm not sure yet." Oliver said, looking over at her, "I'm guessing someone on the Quidditch team." "Okay, what am I missing here?" Jessica asked, frowning confusedly. "Marcus said he was going to do something, and when it's him, I'm guessing it's something bad." Oliver said. "Makes sense for him to go for the Quidditch teams then." Jessica said, looking at the ground and frowning as if trying to figure it out. Oliver looked over at her, saw her frowning and took her hand quickly, spinning her around so she was facing him, their bodies pressed close together. "No worries until after Holidays though," he said, grinning, "Marcus is at home. No need to frown." Jessica smiled and kissed Oliver lightly. He kissed back of course and then released her from his grasp. Again they walked, side by side, silently. "So, just to bring up conversation, I don't know that much about you." Oliver said, smirking a bit and looking over at her, "Tell me about yourself, stuff I don't know." "What do you want to know?" she asked, smiling over at him. "Anything." Oliver said. "I don't eat poultry." She said. "Deep." "I know." "Tell me about your family." Oliver said. "Umm.alright." She said, looking down at the ground as if trying to think of something to say, "My mum and dad work in Africa a lot of the time, travel agents. I have 3 brothers and 3 sisters. I'm the middle child of 7." Oliver looked at her, stunned. "That's a lot of siblings." He said. "You're telling me." She replied. "Takes an hour for my turn in the bathroom." Oliver grinned a bit, and she smiled over at him. "How about you? What's your family like?" she asked. Oliver exhaled and thought about that. "Um.my parents work in the Muggle world for a law firm, and I have three brothers." Oliver said, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "Three brothers? Are they all as cute as you?" she asked, stopping and turning to him. "You can be the judge of that." Oliver said, grinning. "Now I've told you what's wrong with me, what's wrong with you?" Oliver stepped forward to her, putting his hands on her hips as he looked down at her. "Why would anything be wrong?" she asked. Oliver gave her a 'You know what I mean' look. She sighed a bit. "Katie got really mad at me because." she trailed off, looking down at the snow-covered ground. "Because why?" Oliver asked. "Because she likes you." Jessica said, looking up at him again. "Katie?!" Oliver said, laughing lightly. "You're joking right?" Jessica shook her head, looking dead serious. "Whoa." Oliver said, his eyes widening a bit. "Seems like we're not the most popular couple in the school. Marcus after me. Katie after you. It's quite the conspiracy." He grinned a bit, but she just frowned and looked down at his chest sadly. "What?" he asked, worried he said something wrong. "Being a hated couple isn't exactly a nobility, Oliver." She said, looking back up into his eyes. "I know." he said sort of quietly. She watched his face as he looked away from her, towards the forest, squinting. She smiled and reached her hand up to tilt his head towards her, and leaned up, kissing him lightly on the lips again. "No worries until after Holidays." She said, imitating him from before, "Marcus and Katie are at home."
Oliver woke up in his room, sweating. He was breathing hard. His wifebeater undershirt was sticking to his body. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his face, then looked over to his left. He jumped, seeing someone there, but it was only Jessica.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked somewhat tiredly. "You tell me, I could hear you yelling from the Girls' dormitories." She said, walking over to him and sitting on the edge of his bed. "Oh, sorry." He said, "I guess I was yelling in my sleep." Jessica grinned a bit, thinking that sounded a bit funny, and Oliver realised it too and smirked. "Bad dream?" she asked. Oliver nodded. "What happened in it?" she asked. Oliver was about to tell her, but then just smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it." he said. "What, don't want me to get scared of your big, bad dream?" she asked sarcastically, smiling at him. "It's just not important anymore." He said, lying on his back again and looking up at her tiredly. She smiled again and moved herself so she was sitting on him, a leg on either side of him and her bum resting just below his waist. "Tired?" she asked, trailing a finger up and down his chest.
"A little." He replied and smirked, putting his hands on her waist. "Why won't you tell me what your dream was about?" she asked, watching her finger make it's way from his chest to his waistline and then back. "Like I said, it's not important." He answered. "Then why were you yelling my name like I was in danger?" she asked, looking at him and grinning. "I yelled your name?" he asked, blushing a little. Jessica nodded. "I'm sure everyone here thinks I was in here with you, if you catch my drift." She said, grinning. Oliver laughed. "Well, if they see you here, they might figure us out." He said sarcastically. Jessica laughed lightly. "If you want me to leave so you can sleep, just tell me." She said. "That's not what I meant." He said, smirking a bit and leaning up to kiss her. He had just given her a quick peck, but when he pulled his face back, he couldn't resist. He put his lips back against hers and kissed her with every ounce of passion that was left in him, as tired as he was. She responded, and he could feel her tongue with his. Bringing one of his hands up to her cheek, he continued kissing her as he felt her hand move to his shoulder. As usual, Oliver found that they were on a bed, and didn't want to force anything upon her.as much as he wished for it to happen. But, even though he didn't want to give her the wrong idea, he kept kissing her, and for once, she pulled away first.
Oliver opened his eyes as their lips parted, their faces still close together, and Jessica leaned forward to him again, carefully tracing the tip of her tongue up from just under his bottom lip, to the crease in his mouth and smiled at him.
"See you in the morning." She said, almost tauntingly, and got up, walking towards his door. Oliver just sat there, watching her. She stopped as her hand touched the doorknob and turned back to him, giving him a reassuring smile, before opening the door and leaving again.
Oliver exhaled slowly, now overheated and sat there for a moment before lying on his back again. He stared at the top of his four-poster bed and thought about her. He couldn't wait to see her tomorrow, as usual, but he felt different now. And it was good.
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Oliver woke up the next morning, feeling tired. He looked at the grandfather clock by the door. It was 6 in the morning. He tried to get back asleep until 6.15, but couldn't, so, groggily, he got up. He changed into a pair of black pants and a dark blue, warm sweater. He slowly made his way out of the dormitories and downstairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. He walked over to a calendar they had on the wall. He was the first one up this morning, so he figured he should cross off the day. He did so and then looked at it. Two more days until Christmas Day. He smiled lightly to himself and walked over to the couch. He laid down on it, and stared at the ceiling. The sun was just coming up outside. Soon, his eyes shut again and he fell asleep.
About an hour and a half later, Oliver opened his eyes again to feeling a hand on his stomach. He saw Jessica sitting on the couch beside him. "Hey." He said, smiling tiredly. "Hey." She said, smiling like she was about to laugh, "Um.sleepwalking?" "You could say that." He said, laughing a bit. She let her laugh out as well, and it was light and beautiful, like Oliver liked it. "Why did you wake up so early, sweetie?" she asked, putting her hand on his cheek and smiling. "I couldn't get back to sleep." He said poutingly. Jessica obviously found this cute and leaned down and kissed him. "Poor baby." She said, smiling. She laid down beside him and looked into his eyes, their bodies practically pressed together, as the couch wasn't that big. "Do you think you're up to walking downstairs to get some breakfast?" she asked, sarcastically babying him. Oliver grinned and put his arms on her waist, pulling her closer to him. "I don't know," he said, "I kind of like just laying here with you." "More than food?" she asked, surprised and sarcastically. Oliver pretended to be in deep thought. "Good point, lets go." he said, grinning. Jessica playfully hit him on his chest, smiling. "Not funny." She said, grinning. "Well I thought it was." He said, playfully. She smiled and leaned forward, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Do you want to go or not?" she asked when she pulled back out of it. "If you're hungry just say so." Oliver said, stroking the side of her thin stomach with his thumb, which was bare because of a bellytop, "I won't make fun of you for it." "I'm not worried about that, sweetie." She said, smiling to him, "I am sort of hungry, but not enough to eat a cow.yet." She smiled and Oliver laughed a bit. "Well, how about we go and walk around outside for a bit until you are starving and couldn't possibly go on without eating something?" he asked, grinning. "You know how cold it is out there, don't you?" she asked. Oliver glanced at the window, seeing it frosted, then looked back to Jessica. "I guess we'll just have to keep warm some other way, right?" he asked, jokingly, with a mischievous look on his face. Jessica grinned and rolled her eyes. "Let me get changed." She said, getting up off of the couch and walking upstairs to the Girls' dormitories. Oliver watched her go and grunted as he got up from the couch, having been quite comfortable there, and went up to the Boys' dorms. He grabbed his outdoor robe and his scarf, putting them on and walking downstairs, and saw Jessica looking in the mirror adjusting her scarf. Walking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder, looking her reflection in the mirror in the eyes. "Ready?" he asked, kissing her neck lightly. "Yep." She said, smiling back at his reflection, and then turned around, looking up at him. Reaching up and putting her arms around the back of his neck, she kissed him gently. Oliver responded, kissing her back, but the kiss never got too wild. Breaking the kiss, Jessica looked up at him and smiled. "C'mon." she said, taking his hand and they walked out the porthole and down the steps. They were just turning a corner when they almost ran straight into Dumbledore. "Sorry, sir." Oliver said. "Oh, nonsense," Dumbledore said, "I'm old, but I'm not fragile." Oliver and Jessica both smiled at his comment. "Where are you two off to?" he asked, smiling. "Just outside." Oliver said. "No where else?" he asked, having seen the two after they had snuck out into the Forbidden Forest. "No, sir." Jessica said, smiling encouragingly to him. "Alright, then." Dumbledore said, "Don't get into too much trouble." "We won't." Oliver said, taking Jessica's hand again and leading her down the hallway and out the doors. It wasn't too cold, but the robes were definitely a good idea anyway.
Oliver had somewhere let go of her hand, and she had folded her arms over her chest like she was cold. Oliver had been staring at the ground as they walked in silence for about 2 minutes.
Soon, Jessica looked over at him and frowned. "Something wrong?" she asked. Oliver looked back and shook his head. "Liar." She said, grinning. "C'mon, just tell me. You've been acting off since the day everyone went home for Christmas break. Who do you miss so much?" Oliver shook his head. "Not who I miss, who I'm worried about." He said. "And who are you worried about?" she asked. "I'm not sure yet." Oliver said, looking over at her, "I'm guessing someone on the Quidditch team." "Okay, what am I missing here?" Jessica asked, frowning confusedly. "Marcus said he was going to do something, and when it's him, I'm guessing it's something bad." Oliver said. "Makes sense for him to go for the Quidditch teams then." Jessica said, looking at the ground and frowning as if trying to figure it out. Oliver looked over at her, saw her frowning and took her hand quickly, spinning her around so she was facing him, their bodies pressed close together. "No worries until after Holidays though," he said, grinning, "Marcus is at home. No need to frown." Jessica smiled and kissed Oliver lightly. He kissed back of course and then released her from his grasp. Again they walked, side by side, silently. "So, just to bring up conversation, I don't know that much about you." Oliver said, smirking a bit and looking over at her, "Tell me about yourself, stuff I don't know." "What do you want to know?" she asked, smiling over at him. "Anything." Oliver said. "I don't eat poultry." She said. "Deep." "I know." "Tell me about your family." Oliver said. "Umm.alright." She said, looking down at the ground as if trying to think of something to say, "My mum and dad work in Africa a lot of the time, travel agents. I have 3 brothers and 3 sisters. I'm the middle child of 7." Oliver looked at her, stunned. "That's a lot of siblings." He said. "You're telling me." She replied. "Takes an hour for my turn in the bathroom." Oliver grinned a bit, and she smiled over at him. "How about you? What's your family like?" she asked. Oliver exhaled and thought about that. "Um.my parents work in the Muggle world for a law firm, and I have three brothers." Oliver said, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "Three brothers? Are they all as cute as you?" she asked, stopping and turning to him. "You can be the judge of that." Oliver said, grinning. "Now I've told you what's wrong with me, what's wrong with you?" Oliver stepped forward to her, putting his hands on her hips as he looked down at her. "Why would anything be wrong?" she asked. Oliver gave her a 'You know what I mean' look. She sighed a bit. "Katie got really mad at me because." she trailed off, looking down at the snow-covered ground. "Because why?" Oliver asked. "Because she likes you." Jessica said, looking up at him again. "Katie?!" Oliver said, laughing lightly. "You're joking right?" Jessica shook her head, looking dead serious. "Whoa." Oliver said, his eyes widening a bit. "Seems like we're not the most popular couple in the school. Marcus after me. Katie after you. It's quite the conspiracy." He grinned a bit, but she just frowned and looked down at his chest sadly. "What?" he asked, worried he said something wrong. "Being a hated couple isn't exactly a nobility, Oliver." She said, looking back up into his eyes. "I know." he said sort of quietly. She watched his face as he looked away from her, towards the forest, squinting. She smiled and reached her hand up to tilt his head towards her, and leaned up, kissing him lightly on the lips again. "No worries until after Holidays." She said, imitating him from before, "Marcus and Katie are at home."