The rest of the teachers at school didn't seem to mind Emma. She was very vibrant and smart, and talented. So I could see why. The other kids all warmed up to her, too.
The first month of school went by very good. I spent most of my time with Emma. The rest of it at Quidditch practice. I was very pleased with how things were going and the first tournament was in a week. School was hard, as usual. Because, I don't really like school work. Not as much as I like Quidditch. Or Emma. But, whatever.
Lessons did become increasingly more enjoyable with Emma there. And so what if she was ages smarter than me. And that Percy was growing to dislike her more and more because the teachers liked her just a little better. What was she supposed to do, stop using her brain?
This year was going by great. And without a hitch so far. I could only wait to see what else would happen.
The day of the tournament came. It was a really beautiful Saturday and I was very nervous.
"Don't worry," Emma said. "You'll do great. I just know it!"
"And how do you know?" I asked. "Been spending extra time in Divination?"
"No, I just know you are very talented and I have faith in you."
I hugged her. "Thanks."
We had become very close. I was her first friend at Hogwarts and now her closest. I left breakfast early with the rest of the team and went to get ready. We had to win the Cup this year. We just had to. We had been robbed of it twice already. And I really wanted it.
After everyone was ready, I got up in front of them and gave my pep speech.
"Okay, guys, we have to win. We have to. This is my last year and my last chance for victory."
"Maybe we should have practiced more," Angelina said. "Instead of socializing."
"Oh bug off," Harry said. "He was just making Emma feel at home."
Had I really neglected the team that badly?
"Oliver's a great coach," Fred said. He turned to me. "Don't worry about it, buddy. Angelina is just jealous."
Angelina went slightly pink.
"Alright then," I said. "Off to the field."
When I got out there with the rest of the team, I looked around the stands. I saw Emma standing with Hermoine and Ron and Ginny Weasley. I wasn't sure at first, so I gave her a double take. But, there she was. Out of her robes. In a very tiny skirt and a small top. It was all done out in red and gold and said Griffyndor on the front. She was holding big pom-poms of the same color in her hands and she was shouting furiously. Cheering with everyone else. I smiled at her and silently prayed McGonagall didn't see her quite yet. Because she did look quite adorable.
I heard Madam Hooch start the game. Everything after that was a blur. I stoped paying attention to the announcer long before this game. It helped me concentrate. And at last I saw Harry zooming through the stadium, following a tiny flurry of gold. I saw him reach out and grab it. He had the Snitch.
I did a loop-ti-loop and saw Harry staring at the Snitch. I looked up and saw Emma jumping up and down and screaming. Flailing the pom-poms wildly.
The team went to exit the locker room to go up to the party that ahd definately started now. Angelina hadn't spoken to anyone since this morning. Not even in time-outs. When I exited the locker room, Emma was standing there. Bouncing up and down. She hugged me tight.
"Congratulations! I am so proud of you."
"It was all Harry." I said modestly.
"Yeah, Harry was WONDERFUL, but I am still proud of you. You did great as... As... um...."
"The Keeper." I said.
"Right, the Keeper. I've almost got this sport down."
I put my arm around Emma's waist and we walked up the stairs.
We were almost to the Griffyndor common room with Emma chatting away about how exciting the tournament was, when Professor McGonagall bumped into us, literally.
"Emma Sims!" she yelped.
"What?" Emma asked.
"Where ARE your robes?"
"Oh, well, see, back home we have these cheerleaders who keep everyone's spirit's up during games. And I was just trying to be a spiritfull example for my fellow Griffyndors and cheer the team on." She said. McGonagall just threw her hands up in the air.
"Oh, forget it!" She yelled and walked away. Emma giggled. And she looked around at the guys that I just noticed were staring at her. She kicked her foot in the air and drug me along.
Once we got to the common room, the party had already started. Cheering and music filled the room and food was going around everywhere.
It was getting on to midnight and I had been dancing with Emma all night. I hadn't even changed out of my Quidditch robes. Emma finally pulled me over to a more quite place close to the stairs of the girls' dormitory.
"Oliver, I've been thinking about it and I decided that I really like you and that we should really start dating." She said.
I didn't know what to say. I mean, yeah I liked her, too. But this was so sudden. After a moment of silence, Emma finally said, "Aren't ya gonna say anything?
"I like you, too." I said. It didn't really sound like me, though. I had no idea why, because I am usually not shy around girls.
"Really?" she asked. I nodded and a broad grin crossed my face. I took her by her shoulders and held her closer to me. And then I kissed her real gently on the lips. She smiled and I kissed her again.
We kissed for almost fifteen minutes. And then Fred came over and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Hey guys! Emma and Oliver are having a right comfy time snogging in the corner over there!"
The night continued untill Filch came in and screamed at us to go to bed. That this mess was just unimaginable.
I slept great that night.
The first month of school went by very good. I spent most of my time with Emma. The rest of it at Quidditch practice. I was very pleased with how things were going and the first tournament was in a week. School was hard, as usual. Because, I don't really like school work. Not as much as I like Quidditch. Or Emma. But, whatever.
Lessons did become increasingly more enjoyable with Emma there. And so what if she was ages smarter than me. And that Percy was growing to dislike her more and more because the teachers liked her just a little better. What was she supposed to do, stop using her brain?
This year was going by great. And without a hitch so far. I could only wait to see what else would happen.
The day of the tournament came. It was a really beautiful Saturday and I was very nervous.
"Don't worry," Emma said. "You'll do great. I just know it!"
"And how do you know?" I asked. "Been spending extra time in Divination?"
"No, I just know you are very talented and I have faith in you."
I hugged her. "Thanks."
We had become very close. I was her first friend at Hogwarts and now her closest. I left breakfast early with the rest of the team and went to get ready. We had to win the Cup this year. We just had to. We had been robbed of it twice already. And I really wanted it.
After everyone was ready, I got up in front of them and gave my pep speech.
"Okay, guys, we have to win. We have to. This is my last year and my last chance for victory."
"Maybe we should have practiced more," Angelina said. "Instead of socializing."
"Oh bug off," Harry said. "He was just making Emma feel at home."
Had I really neglected the team that badly?
"Oliver's a great coach," Fred said. He turned to me. "Don't worry about it, buddy. Angelina is just jealous."
Angelina went slightly pink.
"Alright then," I said. "Off to the field."
When I got out there with the rest of the team, I looked around the stands. I saw Emma standing with Hermoine and Ron and Ginny Weasley. I wasn't sure at first, so I gave her a double take. But, there she was. Out of her robes. In a very tiny skirt and a small top. It was all done out in red and gold and said Griffyndor on the front. She was holding big pom-poms of the same color in her hands and she was shouting furiously. Cheering with everyone else. I smiled at her and silently prayed McGonagall didn't see her quite yet. Because she did look quite adorable.
I heard Madam Hooch start the game. Everything after that was a blur. I stoped paying attention to the announcer long before this game. It helped me concentrate. And at last I saw Harry zooming through the stadium, following a tiny flurry of gold. I saw him reach out and grab it. He had the Snitch.
I did a loop-ti-loop and saw Harry staring at the Snitch. I looked up and saw Emma jumping up and down and screaming. Flailing the pom-poms wildly.
The team went to exit the locker room to go up to the party that ahd definately started now. Angelina hadn't spoken to anyone since this morning. Not even in time-outs. When I exited the locker room, Emma was standing there. Bouncing up and down. She hugged me tight.
"Congratulations! I am so proud of you."
"It was all Harry." I said modestly.
"Yeah, Harry was WONDERFUL, but I am still proud of you. You did great as... As... um...."
"The Keeper." I said.
"Right, the Keeper. I've almost got this sport down."
I put my arm around Emma's waist and we walked up the stairs.
We were almost to the Griffyndor common room with Emma chatting away about how exciting the tournament was, when Professor McGonagall bumped into us, literally.
"Emma Sims!" she yelped.
"What?" Emma asked.
"Where ARE your robes?"
"Oh, well, see, back home we have these cheerleaders who keep everyone's spirit's up during games. And I was just trying to be a spiritfull example for my fellow Griffyndors and cheer the team on." She said. McGonagall just threw her hands up in the air.
"Oh, forget it!" She yelled and walked away. Emma giggled. And she looked around at the guys that I just noticed were staring at her. She kicked her foot in the air and drug me along.
Once we got to the common room, the party had already started. Cheering and music filled the room and food was going around everywhere.
It was getting on to midnight and I had been dancing with Emma all night. I hadn't even changed out of my Quidditch robes. Emma finally pulled me over to a more quite place close to the stairs of the girls' dormitory.
"Oliver, I've been thinking about it and I decided that I really like you and that we should really start dating." She said.
I didn't know what to say. I mean, yeah I liked her, too. But this was so sudden. After a moment of silence, Emma finally said, "Aren't ya gonna say anything?
"I like you, too." I said. It didn't really sound like me, though. I had no idea why, because I am usually not shy around girls.
"Really?" she asked. I nodded and a broad grin crossed my face. I took her by her shoulders and held her closer to me. And then I kissed her real gently on the lips. She smiled and I kissed her again.
We kissed for almost fifteen minutes. And then Fred came over and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Hey guys! Emma and Oliver are having a right comfy time snogging in the corner over there!"
The night continued untill Filch came in and screamed at us to go to bed. That this mess was just unimaginable.
I slept great that night.