Disclaimer: I do not own the song here by Mandy Moore entitled "Cry". I do own Haylie and any other unknown character.

I'll always remember

Those late afternoons

It lasted forever

And ended so soon

You were all by yourself

Staring up at a dark grey sky

~ Mandy Moore

Haylie sat at the edge of the lake one fall day, after the last class of the week. A storm was brewing, the sky gray, the wind howling with anger. It was cold and she didn't know what she was doing there.

'Having a pity party, heart?' Haylie's brain asked.

'It's not my fault. It's her fault she can't tell him what she feels.' Her heart replied. Haylie shook the thoughts out of her mind and let the bitter wind hit her face.

Oliver spotted Haylie's familiar figure from across the pitch. Hopping on his broomstick he glided towards her, his feet barely grazing the blades of grass.

"Haylie? What are you doing out here?" He said once reaching her. "It's cold, and you don't have your cloak." He began to remove his Quidditch robe, warm from practice and placed it around her. "Come on Hayles."

"Oliver, hi. I was just," She started, thoughtfully. "looking at the sky."

"It's interesting isn't it?" Oliver asked, lying down next to Haylie. He took her hand into his, rubbing it slowly till it became warm. For what seemed like hours, the two stayed there, silent, just looking at the clouds.

He and Haylie walked into the Great Hall, Haylie, still wearing his Quidditch robes walked towards the table. Oliver still in his Quidditch clothes obviously didn't care that he wasn't in his robes. It wasn't offending school rules anyway.

Gaia spotted the two of them and walked towards the Gryffindor table. Haylie sat across Oliver and began to dig into her dinner. Haylie looked up to see a blonde approaching the Gryffindor. She wrapped her arms slowly around Oliver and began to kiss his cheeks. She looked at Haylie, as if to say 'I've got him, and YOU DON'T' "Hey Haylie. Oliver's robes look nice on you, although they're way too big."

"Well, it would be odd if they did fit me perfectly, as I am a girl." Haylie replied, picking at her dinner now, completely losing her appetite.

"Could've fooled me." Gaia said under her breath.

"Excuse me?" Haylie said.

"I didn't say anything." Gaia said, innocently.

"Yeah, and John Lennon is alive." Haylie spat. "I'm not stupid."

"Haylie." Oliver said, trying to get her temper down. He knew, first hand what pissing off Haylie could do. It could do one of three things, singe you on the spot, make you burst into tears, or just beat you down so much psychologically that it'll take months to recover. Oliver experienced all of them.

"Insult me about being a woman again Nord. Try it." Haylie said, her head filling with anger.

"Well, would it kill you to get some boobs and an ass? I mean you're a stick!" Gaia said. For some reason, Oliver wasn't hearing this. However, Percy, the Weasley twins and several other Gryffindors were interested.

"Only someone with lint between their ears could say something so stupid. We'll see who'll stay skinny when we're older Nord." Haylie said. "It's all genetic."

"Yeah, West, and genes have cast their good lot with me." Gaia replied.

Haylie looked at Oliver, who seemed to be in some sort of trance.

"Genetics is all predetermined. It's what you do I after /I you're born that matters." Haylie replied. "And by the looks of things, that's only one of us."

Gaia, unable to say anything went back to her table. "She's dense Wood. What do you see in her?" Fred asked.

"She's more dense than Diggory." George said with a grin. "Guess it's a Hufflepuff thing."

"Stop that, she's really nice!" Oliver said, in a sort of dreamy state.

Percy looked at Haylie. Haylie gave Percy the same calculating look.