First of all, thanks to all my reviewers! I love you all!

I think one word sums up this entire chapter. Fluffy. Sorry, but thats what happens when you write at an absurd time of night and read way too many romance fics. I'll try to make the next chapter a little less fluffy and maybe more meaningful. R/R.

PS - Just because its fluffy, doesn't mean its bad, right?

Deena nervously chewed on her thumbnail as she slowly climbed the steps to the boys' rooms. She really didn't have a viable reason for going to look for Oliver, and therefore had no idea what she was going to say when she found him. All she knew was that she had to break this silence. Deena went over various scenarios in her mind; they all ended badly. Before she even had a chance to talk herself out of the whole ordeal, Deena found herself knocking lightly on the 5th years' door.

Oliver appeared almost immediately, looking rather annoyed and quite disheveled. "Oh," he began, his features softening, "I... uh, wasn't expecting you." He nervously ran a hand over his wild hair. "You're not supposed to be here, you know," he smirked a little at their private joke. This lightened the mood substantially.

Deena grinned and pushed past him into the dorm. "Well, you know, I don't mind wearing boys' clothes all that much." She winked and plopped onto Oliver's bed. She'd only been in his room once before - and, truthfully, it hadn't changed all that much. Oliver's four-poster was still surrounded by pictures of various Quidditch teams, merrily flying about on their brooms, and a framed photograph of a baby Oliver in the arms of his mother and father. It smelled the same too, Deena noticed, like.... well, Oliver.

"So, what did you come up here for?" Oliver asked fingering something in his hands, it looked like a miniature quaffle or something.

"Oh, well, you know..." Deena was transfixed on the small object in his hands, suddenly it seemed to transform, it was a bludger now and Oliver's grip on it tightened. "What is that?" she asked suddenly.

"Oh, this? It's a-" the gadget (which now resembled a golden snitch) quickly flew out of his hand and Oliver clumsily grasped for it and missed. It whizzed around Deena's head. She reached up and easily caught it. "It's sort of a game," Oliver said as Deena examined 'it' in her hand. "It changes into a bludger, a quaffle and a snitch. The bludgers and snitches try to get away and you have to hold onto them. My mum sent it to me when I first made the team."

Deena looked up at him smiling.

"What?" he asked defensively.

"That's so cute."

Oliver's face reddened. "Yeah, I suppose so." He quickly snatched the toy from her. "Ceaserium," he muttered and the snitch changed to a small, black, lifeless ball, which was shoved into Oliver's pocket. Deena continued grinning up at him. "Would you wipe that ridiculous smile off your face?"

"No!" Deena wasn't hurt, she was still rather amused. "Why didn't you tell me about that?"

Oliver stared at her. "I didn't think you'd find it so bloody interesting. And I'd just be talking about Quidditch again, wouldn't I?"

Deena's breath caught in her throat. "Oliver, you know I didn't mean that."

"I know, I know. So what is it you came up here for?" he asked casually, plopping into a seat across from the bed. Deena stared intently into his big brown eyes.

"You know what I came up here for," she said quietly. "We need to talk."

Oliver looked away. He didn't want to talk. "Hungry?" he asked, "Dinner's already started and I should eat. I've got Quid-" Oliver had started to stand, but then just slumped back into his seat. "You're right," he said miserably. "Quidditch. Thats all I talk about. Thats all I know *how* to talk about."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous. You talk about plenty of other things!" Deena couldn't think of a single other topic of conversation, but nevertheless, she felt it was her duty to at least try and cheer him up. "Besides, talking about Quidditch all the time isn't that bad. Its good to be so passionate about something." Deena chewed on her lip and looked up to meet Oliver's gaze.

A brief silence followed. It wasn't the usual awkward silence, though. It was pleasant and sweet as they shared small smiles.

"Dinner?" Oliver asked, standing. He offered Deena his hand and she accepted it, standing as well. Their fingers intertwined and Oliver started for the door as if he were walking on air.

"Wait." Deena tugged him back toward her.

"Yeah?"

"I..." Oliver's gaze was completely intoxicating. She took his other hand and absent-mindedly played with his fingers as she searched for words. "Do you think..." Deena trailed off and glanced away, blushing slightly. Luckily for her, the dorm was dimly lit.

"Yes!" Oliver exclaimed, completely catching Deena off guard - had he read her mind? He kissed her quickly and pulled away to smile at her. Deena smiled back and leaned in for another kiss. This one was deep and passionate, possibly the most electrifying thing either one had ever felt (and Oliver'd had his fair share of girlfriends). Deena draped her arms over Oliver's shoulders and teasingly tickled the nape of his neck with her fingertips. Oliver smiled against Deena's lips and pulled her closer to him, inhaling her sweet scent. He decided right then that he would never let her go

*

Before breakfast the next morning, Oliver and Deena walked to Professor McGonagall's office. They were unusually merry for a couple of kids on their way to a detention sentencing. They sat in McGonagall's office for a few minutes awaiting the arrival of Fred, George and Lee. When the trio finally showed up, McGonagall began. First, they got an unusually stern lecture concerning rule breaking an their futures. She paused dramatically for a moment, probably hoping to let what she'd said sink through their thick skulls.

But what she said next, left them gaping in astonishment.

"I understand that Professor Snape has been acting particularly cruel this year toward Gryffindor house members. I happen to know his reasoning for this, which is entirely confidential. I also happen to know that his actions are completely biased and, for the most part, you are not at fault. However, when a professor assigns a detention to a student, it is hard to reverse his decision without a making a rather large spectacle of the situation. So, the five of you will serve detention as planned, but in the case of Weasley, Weasley and Lee, the punishment will be lessened. As for Wood and Parkes, you will carry out your detention to its fullest as I agree with this particular decision of Snape's. Public displays of affection in the halls of this school is utterly disgraceful."

At this, Fred and George sniggered loudly.

McGonagall cleared her throat. "I highly suggest you be on your best behavior before I change my mind about this."

The Weasleys straightened up. "Yes ma'am."

"As for your assignments..."

*

"Ludicrous!" Deena cried as they exited the room. "Totally unbelievable." Deena had expected to be separated from Oliver, but three hours alone, writing up lessons with Professor Quirrell was quite possibly the last thing she would have thought to prepare for.

Oliver insisted that he had it worse. He was also preparing lesson plans as a punishment, but with Professor Trelawney, the Divination. Granted, Deena had never met the eccentric woman or taken her class, but she was quite sure that nothing could be worse than Quirrell.

Along with Lee Jordan, the Weasley's were quite pleased with their punishment. Dusting and sweeping the common room was not exactly hard work...

*

Fred, George and Lee plopped onto the couch, dustpans clanking to the grounds. Maybe they were wrong about cleaning the common room. It proved to be quite a task.

"That bloody McGonagall," Lee said, "I'll bet she fancies herself a prankster after this!" Since Professor McGonagall never actually said they'd have to clean the room without magic, they just assumed that with a few waves of their wands the common room would be shiny as new. McGonagall must have realized this, so she'd used some sort of anti-magic charm to hex the room, forcing the three to clean up manually. Apart from that, she'd used some other tricky curse to reverse all the cleaning they had done, forcing them to dust and sweep at least four times before the charm wore off.

They had put on quite a show, too. The first three times they had to re-clean, the occupants of the common room had gotten quite a kick out of it. By their third attempt it had grown quite late and most of the Gryffindors retreated to their rooms.

Giggling, Angelina Johnson had forced Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell to stay with her so she could "watch Fred clean." After about 3 minutes, Katie groaned and headed upstairs. Alicia followed suit no more that 7 minutes later. Angelina curled up on the chair she was nestled in and fell asleep before they'd finished their fourth attempt at tidying the room.

Now she was sleeping soundly, alone in the room with Fred and George (as Lee had gone up to bed.) The twins couldn't resist a moment like this. They crept up to her planning to experiment on her a great new spell they'd discovered, which would change its victims hair multiple colors. They had just drawn their wands when Angelina woke with a start. They jumped backwards.

"What are you doing?" she cried.

"Nothing," George smiled, guiltily whipping his wand behind his back.

Fred frowned as she stormed off in a huff. "Tonight just isn't our night."

"Girls," George sighed.

Just as the words left his mouth, a couple stumbled through the picture hole in a fit of giggles - yeah, Oliver was giggling. Fred and George glared at Deena and Oliver blankly, utterly speechless (and jealous) at their apparent joy.

"How was your detention?" Deena asked, stifling chuckles the whole time. Fred tiredly shook his head, this caused Deena to laugh harder than ever.

"'Night," George mumbled and trudged up the stairs, flanked by Fred.

Deena - struggling - waited until the twins were out of earshot before exploding into another fit of giggles.

Oliver had learned through constant laughter, that Professor Quirrell didn't want her help in preparing his lesson plan, but she had to stay there in order to fulfill her detention. So, to occupy herself, Deena was roaming around the DADA classroom fiddling with various objects and accidentally pricked her finger on something. She'd cried out in pain at first but immediately burst into hysterical laughter. Nervous as usual, Professor Quirrell skittered about, searching for a countercurse for this mysterious contamination. He found nothing to cease the giggles, but assured Deena that the hex would wear off in an hour or so; and promising to inform McGonagall that she had dutifully served the entire detention, told her to leave early. Deena had romped through the halls, until she'd stumbled upon Oliver after their 3 hours were up. Upon returning to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room, Oliver thought the case of the giggles was gone until neither of them remembered the password (that had been changed that morning) which resulted in a guessing game with the Fat Lady. They both found this predicament ridiculously funny.

Now Deena plopped on the couch, chuckling to herself as she remembered the distraught faces of the Weasleys. Oliver sat next to her surveying the clean - empty - room. Deena sighed loudly and rested her head on his shoulder, cuddling into his side.

"How was your detention?" she asked, without cracking a smile.

"Oh your finished now?" Oliver asked in good humor, wrapping an arm around Deena's shoulders.

Deena snorted a little trying to suppress another tiny fit. "Yes, finished. Yup. Detention? It left you smelling nice at least."

Now it was Oliver's turn to snort. "It was awful. Trelawney had three visions. One was about a horrible storm that would leave someone in pain. But, I mean its obvious that there's going to be a storm, anyone could look out their window and see the clouds rolling in. And someone getting hurt? What a crock. She's been predicting this one Hufflepuff's death since the first day."

"Mm-hmmm," Deena murmured.

She wasn't paying attention, 'as usual,' Oliver thought. It didn't bother him 'as usual' though. He would have been content to sit with her like this whether she was listening to a word he said or not. He absent-mindedly stroked her arm for what seemed like an eternity. After awhile, Oliver noticed that Deena had dozed off by her rhythmic breathing. It was well past midnight, and there were classes tomorrow, but Oliver could not bring himself to let Deena go off to bed. At that moment he couldn't *imagine* what is was like without Deena's warm body pressed against his.

Suddenly, Oliver felt Deena shudder beneath his embrace. Her eyes flickered open and she laughed. Oliver groaned. "I think its time for bed," he said, pulling away from her just enough so he could smile at her.

"No, I'll be good, I promise!" Deena cried dramatically, fighting another fit of giggles. She flung herself forward against his strong body. Oliver fell back on the couch, Deena ontop of him. She giggled quietly and touched her forehead to his. Their lips touched softly in a sweet kiss. As Oliver wrapped her against him in a tight embrace, Deena's giggle fit subsided and she yawned deeply. "I don't wanna go to bed," she said, her voice muffled against Oliver's sweet smelling sweater. "Can't we just-" another yawn "-sleep here."

"I'd love to," he whispered, staring up at the ceiling, "But I'm not sure that'd go over very well with McGonagall."

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