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As the weeks until Christmas rushed by her, Deena frantically tried to think of a gift to get for Oliver. She had been to Hogsmeade twice and still hadn't found a thing. This weekend was her last chance and she was still completely uninspired.
She had scoured Zonko's Joke Shop and found a few rare novelties for Fred and George. She'd found plenty of things for her brothers in Honeyduke's. She had gifts for everyone but Oliver.
It occurred to Deena that History of Magic was quite possibly the worst class in the world to have at the end of the day on a Friday. Especially that particular Friday. The holidays were fast approaching and tomorrow was the last Hogsmeade trip before Christmas break.
Professor Binns stood at the front of the room, droning on about the 'Taxation of Wands Act passed in the early 1700s'. He hardly noticed that the unruly group of students were paying absolutely no attention to a word that was escaping his ghostly lips.
Noel, who still wasn't talking to Deena, doodled 'I love Oliver Wood' all over her notebook in disappearing ink. Lee Jordan sat with a group of three Ravenclaw girls who giggled mercilessly at whatever awful jokes he told them. Everyone carried on similarly except the Weasley's who were quiet and undoubtedly up to something.
Deena turned around in her seat to face the mischief makers "What are you two doing?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing." George answered, trying to act natural.
"Oh, come on, you can tell me. Pleeeease?" Deena smiled at them.
"Well, we stumbled upon this spell-" Fred pointed to a page in the book that they were huddled over.
"Its a tracking spell. It bewitches an object to follow a person or another object wherever they go."
Wide smiles appeared on the twins faces. "Isn't it great?" Fred asked.
"Who are you planning to, er, track?"
Class had finally ended. Now Fred, George and Deena stood behind a statue, laughing like crazy as they watched three snowballs follow Professor Quirrell around pelting him in the head every so often.
Then a voice behind them spoke. "What are you three up to?" It was unmistakably Professor McGonagall's voice.
The trio slowly turned around, only to face Oliver. "Bloody hell!" Deena punched him in the shoulder. "How did you do that-"
"Thing with your voice?" Fred interrupted.
"Yeah, you've just got to teach us!" George added.
"Eh, its nothing. I'll show you sometime."
"Great. Did you see what we did to Quirrell?" Fred pointed down the hall at the distraught Professor struggling to get away from the hexed snowballs.
"Yeah. Bloody good time. I wish I could stay for the ending but I have to go do some, er, homework. D'you wanna come help me, Dee?"
George and Fred rolled their eyes at each other.
"Yeah, sure." Deena took Oliver's hand and they headed off together.
"Where do you wanna go?" Oliver asked as they made their way down the hall.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Deena blurted.
"Um, I don't know." Oliver was a taken off guard.
"Oh come on. I can't think of a single thing. Help me out here."
"You don't have to give me anything. Except maybe a kiss." Oliver raised his eyebrows.
"Don't give me that! I'm serious..." But Deena couldn't resist as Oliver leaned in for a kiss. She pressed her mouth against his and wrapped her arms around him as they stopped walking. Deena pulled away, "Public displays of affection in the halls of this school is an utter disgrace," she whispered, biting her lip.
Oliver looked around the foyer and noticed a single framed painting hanging on the wall. He groaned. "Between you and these blasted hallways," he muttered, "I'm gonna go crazy."
"What do you want for Christmas?" Deena urged again.
"You. In a hallway with no pictures in it."
Deena moved away from him and sighed. "You're hopeless."
Deena woke up early the next morning. She spent more time than usual dressing and primping in honor of the Hogsmeade trip. When she was finally satisfied with her appearance, she bounced down the stairs to the common room.
James Conor was sitting on a large chair with some girl, a sour looking sixth year named Roz. "Hey James, have you seen Oliver?" Deena asked.
"Actually, I did. He said for you to meet him at breakfast." As James said this, the girl beside him cleared her throat loudly and glared at him.
Deena hesitated, catching one last glimpse of the girl. That's when Roz flashed a rather wicked look. Deena quickly thanked James and left for the Great Hall. She spotted Oliver sitting next to a pair of glum looking red-headed twins who were mournfully shoveling food into their mouths as McGonagall scowled at them from the teachers' table.
Deena sat down next to Fred. "What's wrong with you two?" she asked, pouring herself some warm cider.
"We've been caught," Fred said with a sigh. "We're not allowed to go to Hogsmeade."
"You boys are losing your touch." Deena said with a smile.
"We're not worried," George said and winked.
"I don't want to know." Deena shook her head.
Upon finishing their breakfast, Oliver and Deena left the table and headed for the entrance hall where a number of students were gathered, waiting for the okay to set of for the small town.
Hand in hand, Deena and Oliver trekked through the cold, bustling (but merry) streets of Hogsmeade, cheerily talking and laughing. Deena helped Oliver pick out a gift for his mother (an arrangement of Mrs. Meadow's Stay Fresh Flowers), all the while searching for *some* idea of what to get for him. Deena dragged him into a crowded Quidditch supply store, but they left fairly quickly. Not only did the checkout line serpentine through every aisle, but it was decided that Oliver already owned every piece of merchandise in the store.
They were arguing over who would pay for the butter beer in the Three Broomsticks when a pair of familiar (identical) faces appeared.
"Oh, its on us!" One of them exclaimed brightly, tossing a few sickles on the bar, "And we'll take two more!" The twins gratefully took their drinks and finally looked at Oliver and Deena's baffled faces.
"How'd you get past Filch?" Deena asked incredulously.
"Ah, that, my dear, is a secret," Fred said with a wink.
"Between us and the Marauders." George added.
"Who?"
"Shall we sit?"
Oliver and Deena knew not to put anything past the Weasleys. They shrugged and followed them to a table. After a few laughs and a few butter beers, Fred and George decided hurriedly that they needed to leave. They bid the couple farewell and disappeared from sight. Deena sighed and raised her voice to be heard over the noisy din.
"This place is giving me headache, do you want to head out?"
Oliver replied in the affirmative and led the way to the door. "Where do you want to go?" he asked as they stepped out into the winter air.
"Somewhere where I can buy you a Christmas present," Deena huffed.
Oliver flashed a roguish smile. "I know." He took Deena's hand and led her down the crowded street.
"Where are we going?" Deena asked as they approached a bridge at the end of the road.
"Here." Oliver pulled Deena down to a clearing beneath the bridge.
"What are we going to do 'here'?" she asked slowly.
"You are going to give me my Christmas present," Oliver beamed.
"Oh really."
"Yes really."
Deena casually leaned against a wall of the stone overpass and crossed her arms over her chest. "And what is it that you want again?" she asked with a small smile.
"I want you."
The way he looked at her made Deena's stomach flutter like crazy but she tried not to show her nervousness. Oliver moved closer to her. "What is it that you want me to do?" she asked quietly.
"This," Oliver breathed, brushing his lips against hers.
"Oh, okay." Deena smiled and took Oliver's face in her hands. She pressed her forehead against his and teasingly lowered her lips. Oliver leaned in for more but Deena backed away, a small smirk on her face. She lightly traced her fingers over the contours of his face. As her soft touch found its way to just below his ear, Oliver shuddered involuntarily. He grabbed Deena around the waist and pulled her toward him - as close as he could and then some. Having found his 'spot', Deena smiled to herself and began to kiss his earlobe. She playfully nibbled on it, reveling in the fact that she was causing him immense pleasure. When she moved her kisses down his neck, Oliver couldn't take anymore.
"Dee you have to stop," he breathed. "Please, if you don't stop..."
Deena smiled into Oliver's skin as she buried her face in his neck. "This was your idea," she whispered in his ear, "And now you wanna stop?"
"Well let's see how you like it," Oliver declared, pulling away to look into her eyes.
"Let's," Deena smirked raising an eyebrow.
Oliver instantly brought his hands to her waist and began tickling her sides. She squirmed and giggled with delight. They were carrying on beneath the bridge for quite some time when a voice interrupted them.
"I don't know or anything, but I'm pretty sure that your not supposed to be down here." Deena recognized the interruption as Roz, the bitter girl who was sitting with Conor earlier.
"Well, I'm pretty sure that it isn't any of your business," Deena said, slightly amused. That seemed to add to fire to the girl's already smoldering eyes.
"Roz, why are you here... Can't you just leave me alone?" Oliver seemed a little nervous. He caught Deena's quizzical glance and quickly looked away.
"I have left you alone. I've left you alone for quite some time. But now, well there's this and..." Roz motioned at Deena, whose jaw dropped at the girl's utter rudeness.
"Roz, please just go."
Roz didn't leave, actually, she just came closer. "Do you remember the first time-" she smiled at Oliver and looked up at him slyly.
"No," Oliver's voice nearly cracked. "I don't remember anything. I have wiped all memories of you from my mind completely."
"Oh don't be foolish, now.." Roz went on as Oliver grabbed an appalled Deena's hand.
"Come on, we should go." Deena stumbled back to the street, clutching Oliver's hand the whole way, but continuously turning back to see Roz standing beneath the bridge talking loudly to herself and making large hand gestures at the trees. Deena allowed Oliver to pull her through the town and back to the castle in total silence. Among other things, it was too cold to talk anyway.
When they entered the common room, Oliver promptly dropped Deena's hand and headed toward the stairs. Deena stopped in the middle of the room. "Just what do think you're doing?" she asked rather loudly, causing most of the surrounding kids to turn and stare (among them, the Weasley twins).
Oliver stopped walking, but didn't turn around. "You have an awful lot of explaining to do." Deena said.
Oliver slowly turned around. He looked around the crowded room, at all the gawking, smirking, faces. "Right now? Right here?" As the meek words came out of his mouth, the occupants of Gryffindor's common room turned back to whatever it was they were previously doing. With the exception, of course, of George and Fred who were perched on a table popping candy into their mouths as if they were watching a movie. Deena crossed her arms over her chest an expectant look on her face. Huffily, Oliver grabbed Deena's arm and pulled her to a corner of the room. Deena plopped into a chair and Oliver turned it to face the wall. Then he stood in front of her and began in a loud whisper.
"That girl back there, she's crazy. Completely psycho. You need to stay away from her."
"That's all?" Deena asked skeptically.
"Well... We dated - a long time ago. Okay over the summer and-"
"This summer?"
"Yes, this summer," Oliver snapped.
"And you didn't tell me?"
"I didn't know I had to! You sound like such a girl right now, Dee, do you hear yourself?"
For a second, Deena was hurt. Oliver noticed this and immediately regretted his harsh words. "Dee, you know I didn't mean that."
Deena smiled. She remembered saying those exact same words to him and was forced to forgive him. She sighed. "You're right. I didn't ask, so you had no reason to tell. But now I'm asking."
"Its simple," Oliver began. "I got over her and she didn't get over me."
"I'll accept that for now, but later, I expect more details."
Grinning, Oliver leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Deena's lips.
"Hope you liked your Christmas present," she whispered.
Deena didn't want to leave Oliver for the holidays, but they were both returning to their respective London homes.
The two shared their own compartment on the Hogwarts Express since it wasn't as crowded as usual. (The Weasleys were staying at school) About halfway through the trip, Oliver decide to whip out Deena's Christmas present.
"I, uh, suppose I should give you your gift before we get to the station."
"Oliver, no! I told you not to get me anything."
"Come on, now. When have I ever listened to you?"
Deena smiled as Oliver pulled out at tiny box wrapped in iridescent gold paper. Deena anxiously unwrapped it and opened the box. Inside was a sparkling silver ring. "Its gorgeous!"
"Put it on, put it on!" Oliver said excitedly.
Deena slipped it on her finger and after a few moments tiny images appeared on the band. Deena held it up to her face to get a closer look. Tiny golden snitches surrounded the ring. She laughed. "Its great!" she exclaimed throwing her arms around Oliver's neck. "I love it."
As the train came to a stop at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Deena gave Oliver on last 'Christmas present.' She didn't need her ever-so-curious family bombarding her with questions if they saw her kissing some boy.
They unloaded the train together and scanned the crowd for their families. Before heading their separate ways, Oliver pulled Deena into a friendly hug. "I'll see you later, Parkes. Send me an owl." He pulled away slowly and gave her one last wink before turning around completely.
that whole psycho girlfriend part was added as an after thought. (inspired by Vanilla Sky)
also, I recently found that I made a minor, tiny little mistake. On page 217 of the Sorcerer's Stone, Harry says that there's no reserve seeker for Gryffindor. Hm. Well he was wrong, now wasn't he?
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