here it is... keep reviewing and enjoy!!
(a/n. I'm just assuming Alicia and Angelina are in their 3rd year too, that's the rumor I'm hearing, anyway. Does anyone actually know what year they're in?)
Deena reflexively brought her arms around Oliver's neck and passionately returned the kiss. They breathlessly continued, wild and reckless, gasping for air every few seconds.
Deena saw something move out of the corner of her eye as Oliver brought his kisses down her jawline to her neck. She quickly surveyed the hallway - no one. Then she noticed what the fuss was. People were rushing through the pictures scattered on the walls of the hallway, giggling and pointing at the show Deena and Oliver were putting on.
Deena pushed Oliver away and motioned to the crowd they had drawn. The situation was rather humorous. The two laughed and stumbled further down the hallway, searching for an empty corridor. They stopped at a bend in the passage and sunk into the shadowed corner.
"Deena," Oliver whispered.
"Don't talk," Deena said pressing her lips to his. She didn't feel like sorting this out just yet, she didn't want to interrupt this perfect moment. The two stood in eachother's embrace for a few more glorious minutes when a strong hand pulled Oliver away from Deena.
"Professor Snape," Deena squeaked, when she saw who was holding Oliver by the collar. "Good morning." She forced a sweet smile.
Snape had marched them both to Professor McGonagall's office and explained everything he'd seen. Now he stood in the corner smirking, as the two rule-breakers were being reprimanded. Not much could top the elation he felt after turning in a Gryffindor, especially since that blasted Potter boy had arrived.
"I don't know what on earth you two were thinking!" Professor McGonagall was saying, "You will most definitely be serving a detention, and I'm afraid 30 points will be taken from Gryffindor."
"Thirty points?!" cried Oliver.
"But no one even saw!" Deena argued.
"I believe you are mistaken. The portraits in the East hall were all witness to your little display, and I must inform you; they are notorious for their merciless gossip. Surely, every picture in the castle has heard of your little excursion, the student body will undoubtedly find out soon."
Oliver and Deena stared at her. "But...But still-" Deena began.
"I'm sorry, Miss Parkes. It is final. Information concerning your detention will be available tomorrow morning. You're excused."
Oliver and Deena sauntered through the castle in silence. Classes had already started and they were not eager to get to their respective lessons. Deena was due in Herbology and Oliver was late for Charms.
They walked quietly for a few more minutes, then stopped in the entrance hall.
"I guess I should be going," Deena said looking over at the door.
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
Their eyes met and they looked away. "I'm sorry," Oliver offered.
Deena arched an eyebrow and smirked. "Sorry? Was it that bad?"
Oliver grinned sheepishly.
"Listen, let's not get all nutters over this. Just play it cool."
"Yeah... Like it never happened," Oliver added. He hadn't actually wanted to say that. Its just what came out.
"Right," Deena said, desperately forcing her feelings of disappointment to surface as an indifferent expression. "It never happened." She hoped Oliver hadn't noticed the slight quaver in her voice. Oliver was about to speak up, but Deena stopped him. "See you at lunch, then."
Deena reluctantly stepped into the greenhouse the fourth years were occupying. Six groups of three or four students were huddled around their own pair of viciously snapping plants. Every person in the class looked up at her - different expressions on each of their faces. They all quickly returned to their work, though - except for the Weasley twins.
They stood frozen, they each wore an identical grin. They looked so ridiculous that Deena couldn't help chuckling. She remembered why she loved those exasperating boys. They always managed to make her smile no matter what.
"We heard the good news," George beamed, as Deena approached he, Fred and Lee.
"Hate to say I told you so..." Fred snatched his gloved hand from the jaws of the plant.
"So, are you going to tell us what happened or are you going to make us guess?" George urged.
"Deena sighed and began her story. She was interrupted once by Lee, who was wrestling the two plants. ("Oi, are you going to help me with this bloody beast or not?!")
After her story the twins were pleased to inform her that they and Lee were also assigned a detention for, "disturbing the peace and tranquillity of the great hall at breakfast time by means of hysterical laughter," Fred mocked in his best Professor Snape voice.
Deena doubted very much that anyone would be dense enough to put that lot in a detention together.
Oliver's heart just wasn't in charms, much to the dismay of Professor Flitwick. He half-heartedly waved his wand around in a vain attempt to humor the Professor. ("With feeling, Wood, feeling.")
He'd arrived in class to the hushed whispers and snickers of fellow fifth years. He slumped into a seat beside his friend (and reserve Quidditch Keeper) James Conor.
"You heard?" Oliver murmured.
"Yeah it was bloody strange though. The- the pictures told everyone about it."
"So I'm told."
"Come on mate, why the long face? It didn't sound like bad news. I mean, Deena Parkes, right?" James grinned and playfully elbowed his friend, "Come on, you guys have always... erm, had something."
"I don't know... Whatever we had, if there even was anything... I think its gone now."
"You couldn't have screwed up that bad. What exactly happened, anyway?"
By the time Oliver had finished the story, Charms class was nearly over. Up next was Herbology then after lunch - Double Potions - something Oliver was not looking forward to.
By lunch time the entire school had heard about Deena and Oliver's little excursion. Most of the students didn't care, but they had caused quite a stir throughout the Gryffindor house. Oliver Wood was quite attractive and, being the Quidditch captain, had caught quite a few girls' eyes. Because of Oliver's popularity, Deena was subjected to jealous even hateful glares from the girls. And when you go to a school of witchcraft and wizardry, something you don't want is enemies.
Deena had debated over whether or not she should even go to lunch. She decided to go- well, the twins convinced her to go, saying things like, "If Oliver's there and you're not, it will look really bad." They had more advice to offer then Witch's Weekly They got to the great hall and sat in their usual seats at the Gryffindor table.
Deena nervously glanced around, trying to be inconspicuous in her search for Oliver. She didn't see him anywhere. Then she noticed a fiery redhead, who usually hung around Harry Potter, walking toward herself and the twins. (Lee was catching a nap in the common room) The boy stopped and sat next to Fred at the table.
"Hullo," he said glumly.
"Oi, what's wrong, Ron?" George asked from across the table.
Ron, Deena remembered the twins mentioning him as one of their younger siblings. She should have known, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the rest of the Weasleys.
"Ever since Harry got that bloody Nimb-" Ron's eyes grew wide.
"Got that what?" Fred asked, suspiciously.
"Well, I suppose since your on the team I can tell you. But Harry hasn't even told Wood yet. Well, actually, he has, but just last night. And, and they're trying to keep it a secret, but-"
"Ron!" both Fred and George cried at the same time.
"Well, you remember yesterday when that big package came for Harry?"
"Yes."
"It was a Nimbus 2000."
Fred, George and Deena's jaws hit the floor. Questions came flooding at him from three directions. "What? From who?" "Thats the hottest broom on the market." "Have you seen it?" "Did he let you ride it?" "Ask him to let me have a go on it."
Ron's already expression grew impossibly more confused. "I...I don't know, you'll see him at practice won't you?"
That seemed to calm the twins down. "Oh, by the way Ronniekins," George said, "This is our friend Deena."
"Hi." Deena said, mustering up all the cheerfulness she could.
Ron studied her for a moment. "Deena, as in Oliver Wood and Deena?"
"Yeah." There was a short silence, then Fred spoke up.
"What was it you were complaining about Ron?"
"Well, ever since Harry got that perfect new broom he's been practicing with Wood every spare second of the day."
So that's where Oliver was, Deena thought, relieved. She wouldn't have to talk to him until dinner. Unless he'd decided not to eat anymore, Quidditch always was at the tippy top of his list of priorities. Ron continued rambling on about some girl, who, he apparently did nothing but read, and therefore was no fun to hang around with. Deena's thoughts drifted to dinner and the events that might take place then...
Dinner seemed ages away to Oliver as he trudged down to the dungeon. He was lucky enough to have Harry to bail him out of lunch without it looking like he was avoiding dinner. But his stomach was rumbly even now, and it would quite obvious if he didn't show up for the evening meal. What he was really worried about now, though, was Professor Snape.
Oliver sank into his usual seat in the back of the classroom, trying to disappear. That proved to be difficult though, as friends of his made a huge fuss over him, congratulating him on finally "catching a girl."
Snape stormed into the classroom and stood in front of the rowdy class for a moment before declaring, "Mr. Wood, when you are quite finished stirring the class into a small riot, I will begin the lesson."
Oliver's jaw tightened, as the class simmered down. It took every inch of self control in him to not yell in Snape's face. Their eyes remained locked for a few more moments of tense silence, then Snape began the lesson.
The rest of the class continued like this, Snape making sharp remarks and cheap blows at Oliver, occasionally taking 5 points from Gryffindor for Wood's... well, presence.
Oliver didn't think it possible, but he left Potions feeling worse than he had when he entered. He stormed into the common room and didn't stop to adress anyone in the silence that had settled when he entered, he just went straight upstairs. He needed to organize his thoughts before he faced Deena again.
Deena was sitting in a chair, sulking ever-so-slightly, as Fred and George entertained the common room, attempting to get everyone's mind off of the days' previous incidents. Mostly everyone was over it, as gossip usually works, but there were a few vicsious girls who were a little scary and a little upset with Deena. Among those on that list were Noel and Jysella. Her roomates Alicia and Angelina were supportive, but they had their own boy problems at the moment (see: Weasley twins).
Suddenly, someone burst through the picture hole, causing the entire room silent. It was Oliver. He stormed past the small crowd, not saying a word or looking at anyone, and headed straight up the stairs. After he had disappeared from view everyone looked at Deena and then returned to their conversations.
Fred and George didn't return to their antics, instead they focused on Deena.
"Yes?" she said after they were staring at her for an uncomfortably long time.
"Aren't you going to go up after him?"
"Are you crazy? I've already lost us 30 point and got my first detention all year! I'm not about to get suspended."
"Oh don't be crazy. Who'll tell?" Fred asked.
"Who will even find out?" George added.
"Percy." Deena said firmly, "And he'll go straigh to-"
"Oh, don't worry about him!" Fred assured.
"We've got it completely under control. If anyone gets in the way-" George began.
"-They'll have us to deal with."
Deena debated. She did want to talk to Oliver and she trusted the twins to make sure no one found out. Everyone was heading to dinner anyway, there's was hardly anyone left in the tower at all. Deena sighed and stood, and, with encouragement and support from Fred and George,
I wanted to end this chapter earlier, but I have this tendency to ramble on and on. I hope you like! well, in any case the next chapter should be up soon. :) review!