*I hope you like this part, um just remember the old witch lady in the previous chapters, she is important to this chapter. And as you all hopefully know I own nothing but the plot and yadda yadda yadda, Well read the story already, sheesh!….*
Chloe looked in the mirror by the door of the girls dormitory. She had borrowed Angelina's dark-blue robe and was happy to see that it fit perfectly. She quickly brushed her shoulder length blonde hair and slapped on some lipstick. Chloe smiled at her reflection, she had been at Hogwarts for only two days and she already had a date! Even the fact that she was dating the captain of a sports team didn't phase her, she would just omit Oliver's after school activities when she told her friends back home in the East-Village about her sex life. Angelina walked through the door and looked at Chloe.
"Mmmm, girl that looks good on you! Oliver is gonna be very happy." Chloe blushed "But don't get any ideas," Angelina said slyly "That robe is mine."
"Thanks for letting me borrow it, it's a lot better then the stuff I have, the non-muggle stuff any ways." Chloe looked at Angelina suddenly remembering something. "Hey, what's going on with you and George?"
"Weasley?" Angelina quickly turned her head to hide her face.
"No Bush, of course George Weasley, you guys looked pretty ah- how-shall –I –put-this, happy, after the game today."
Angelina turned around trying in vain to veil the smile on her face.
"Nothing's going on. I mean we are friends and all, but unfortunately that's it. Did he really look happy?" Angelina tried not to sound too hopeful.
Chloe turned to face her roommate and started to say something when Hermione came bursting through the door.
"I thought you would be here." She said to Chloe, "Oliver's waiting for you down stairs. He looks really good" She added.
"Thanks," Chloe said as she looked in the mirror, "How's Harry?" she asked.
"He's ok I guess." Hermione replied, "Madam Pomfrey kick Ron me out just a few minutes ago."
Chloe readjusted her robes, pulling them ever so slightly down in the neck-line and ran her fingers through her hair. She took one finial look in the mirror before she headed out the door. Before she left she called over her shoulder to Angelina,
"By the way the answer to your question was yes."
With that Chloe left and Angelina let out a little squeal of joy in spite of herself.
Chloe walked down the stairs to see Oliver, dressed in a neat black robe, his hair slicked back, and smelling like some sort of designer after-shave, pacing back in forth in front of the fire facing away from her.
"You clean up nice." She said sweetly.
The sudden voice from behind him caused Oliver to jump. As he turned to face his date the color drained out of his face. She was even more beautiful that night then the night he had first met her. He felt his stomach drop and he tried to mutter something coherent.
"Youlooknicetoo."
"What?" Chloe asked
"I said that you look really, really good."
Chloe blushed and smiled in spite of herself. Why was she letting him get to her? Why oh, why did she have to go weak in the knees every time he smiled?
"So where are we going?" She asked trying to regain some stamina.
"I thought we would go to the Three Broomsticks, I mean it's not much or anything, but it has some good food." Said Oliver, who, from the sound of his voice, was also trying to build up his courage.
Chloe agreed and they walked out of the common room together.
Chloe and Oliver burst through the door of the three broomsticks looking as if they had just climbed out of a swimming pool. Oliver who's recently cleaned hair and face were now muddy all over again, sighed with relief as the warm air of the three broomsticks surrounded them.
"I thought we'd never get here." He said shaking out his cloak, "I can't understand how it could rain so bloody much in the fifteen minutes we spent out side the castle."
It was indeed pouring outside. Raindrops the size of quarters came hailing down with out any trepidation. Chloe took off her cloak splashing Oliver with rouge water-droplets.
"Ahhh, now it's raining in here to?" He yelled as the water hit the back of his neck.
"Oh no did you get wet, and you were soo dry before, I am so sorry what can I ever do to make it up to you?" Chloe remarked sarcastically
"I can think of a few things." Oliver said suggestively.
Chloe laughed and Oliver continued.
"Come on, look at me, I am soaked."
"Oh cry me a river." Chloe, who was just as wet as Oliver, mocked.
"Let's get a table."
They walked over to a nice secluded tabled at the back of the room. The central fire blazed as the mummers of some drunken wizards swirled around the warm, full, air. As the settled into their seats Chloe felt all her anxiety melt away. She and Oliver began to talk, the seconds quickly passed into minuets until nearly a half-an-hour had passed by and they hadn't even ordered their dinner.
"Here let me order it. It's my first time in a wizarding town I wanna get as much experince as I can." Chloe added seeing the apprehension of Oliver's face. "Come on what do you want?"
Seeing that he was fighting a losing battle Oliver gave in and told Chloe to order him a butter beer and shepherds pie. Chloe made her way to the bar passing by a few wizarding couples but mostly people just stopping in for a drink. She reached the bar and sat between two fairly large wizards who looked her up and down with out any hint of modesty. A young woman with a pretty face and good body was taking orders.
"Hello, I am Rosemerta, I don't believe I have ever seen you here before." The woman said and she leaned over the bar to shake Chloe's hand.
"Chloe, I just moved here, from New York, it's a nice place you got here." She noticed the tattoo on Rosemerta right shoulder. "Hey! I have one just like that on my back."
"A tribal sun?" Rosemerta asked taking a great interest in her new customer.
Chloe nodded, "I'd show it to you but I'd have to take off my robes."
The two wizards sitting next to her looked up excitedly. Rosemerta shook her head and then looked at Chloe's robes approvingly.
"It's nice to see some one in here who's not a nun." Rosemerta whispered.
Chloe laughed she had noticed that all the female students and teachers dressed like they were going to a very conservative mass.
"It's my friend's," Chloe explained, "I made a few modifications. "
"Wise choice." Rosemerta said, "Hey you better hurry up with your order, It looks like your date is getting a little worried."
She motioned over to where Oliver was sitting looking around for any sight of Chloe and the food. Chloe placed in her order and Rosemerta offered to bring it to their table. As Chloe returned to her table a smile spread through Oliver's face.
"I thought I had lost you." He said.
"Well those two wizards at the bar made me a pretty good offer."
Both Chloe and Oliver smiled. They launched right back into conversation. Chloe explained about her life in New York with Clare and with the foster family she used to live with. Oliver talked some more about Quidditch and Gryffindor's chance at the cup this year. They were so deep into a discussion about different types of brooms that Rosemerta had to tell them that it was a half-hour-past closing time.
"Oy! It's 12:30 already?" Oliver asked astounded.
They quickly packed up their things and hurried out into the night. They walked through Hogsmead in a comfortable silence. The stars shone brightly like fire-fly's flittering over a black pond. Every store was light with glowing lanterns that floated in the widows. The night was perfect, the rain had stopped and it was actually quite warm for winter.
An old witch, who seemed to spring from the darkness, bumped into Chloe, almost knocking her off balance. The old witch look at her and Chloe shuddered as a chill ran through her body. A sudden whine from the wolf next to the old woman caused Chloe to jump.
"I am sorry," she said as she almost knocked the woman over.
The old witch grabbed Chloe hand firmly and looked into her eyes,
"Expectome saberamos" She muttered so softly that Chloe could barley hear it. She turned to Oliver for assistance but he hadn't heard it either.
"I am sorry what did you say?" Chloe asked as she turned around but to her surprise the old Witch and the wolf were no where to be seen. She looked at Oliver, "That was a little strange."
He laughed, "Yeah, I'll bet she had one to many butter beers." Chloe joined in Oliver's laughter and forgot about her encounter.
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As they continued to walk Oliver slowly put his arm around Chloe who leaned against him as if nothing was more natural in the world. Finally a feeling of peace swept though Chloe.
That feeling was shattered quickly however. Suddenly as if she had plunged into a frozen lake, a cold sensation pulsated through Chloe's veins. She became dizzy and a weird prickling sensation hit her every nerve. She stopped walked and held her spinning head.
"What's wrong?" Oliver asked concerned.
"I- I don't know it must have been something I ate." Chloe answered uncertainly.
Suddenly her vision began to fog. Chloe quickly closed her eyes tightly. When she opened them and looked at the street she was amazed to see that it had filled with people dressed in extravagant gowns walking around, morosely, as if they were ghosts. She closed her eyes again and began to stagger. She felt Oliver pull her up.
"Are you ok?" He asked sounding more worried than before.
Chloe opened her eyes and the people were gone. She felt a chill run down her spine. As she got to her feet she realized that she was no longer dizzy.
"I am fine." She said as she and Oliver continued to walk through the streets.
It was well past 2 am when Chloe and Oliver finally returned to the Gryffindor common room. Not a single person was awake, although the fire still burned in the main fireplace, giving the room soft, warm lighting. Oliver and Chloe stood arm in arm looking around the somehow serene common room before Chloe spoke.
" Thanks." She said.
"For what?" Oliver asked as he turned to face her
"For a wonderful evening." Chloe's face cracked into a smile as she began to laugh, "God I sound like a really, really bad romance novel."
"Yes," Oliver agreed smiling as well, "yes you do. Isn't this the part in the story were the character's have mad passionate sex on the floor until the sun comes up?"
Chloe laughed, "That reminds me. You owe me a kiss, damn it." Oliver looked bewildered. "Today after the game you said you would kiss me and you never did." She smiled. "I am waiting."
"I suppose I do owe you one."
Oliver said moving closer to her. He pulled his arms more tightly around her pulling her closer to him. Chloe smiled and tilted her head up. Their lips met and Chloe felt something she had never felt with any kiss before. Oliver pulled her closer drawing her deeper into the kiss. Chloe wished that the moment would never end. But like all good things, this too ended. Chloe and Oliver separated and looked at each other. Her arms were around his neck, her hands playing lovingly with his hair as he rubbed her back. The clock on the walk struck three surprising both of them.
"Well I guess that we should be heading off to bed." Oliver said sadly
"How 'bout one more for the road?" Chloe said pulling herself up to his lips.
They kissed and this one was even better then the first. Finally, they said their goodnights. Oliver walked up to the boy's dormitory and Chloe feel into a plush chair, her heart filled with ecstasy.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, Chloe felt as if she was being lifted up off her chair. Then her world turned to black.
To be continued…..
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