Just to clear up some confusion in the last chapter, Oliver was all bitter because McGonagall told him about Snape refereeing.
Also, sorry its been taking me so long to update. Ontop of being uninspired, I have school, dance class and play practice for two different theaters and basically, no time. (not to make excuses or anything...) If anyone would like to be my muse, feel free to email me...
Before anyone knew it, the day of The Quidditch match had arrived. Oliver and his team stood in the locker room peering out at the crowd. The house was completely packed. They had spotted the entire staff and all their classmates - even Dumbledore was there.
"All right this is it," Wood said, trying to divert the team's attention. "We win this game, we take the lead for the house cup." He eyed Potter who seemed to look rather nauseous.
"Yeah Wood. We know," Katie said.
"Well then," Oliver took a breath and led his team onto the field. He met Roger Davies at the center of the field, along with Snape. He clasped Davies hand and the whistle blew. The players pushed off on their brooms and soared through the air.
Deena sat, rather uncomfortably, on the sidelines. Conor kept glaring at her and scooting away from her on the small bench. Once he had gotten over the tragic loss of his new 'girlfriend', he'd moved on to hating Deena. He was still bitter that she wasn't forced to attend practice every morning like the other reserves. Theo Lore didn't seem to care either way, he just cowered in between the competitors, looking rather surly.
The game wasn't very exciting, making it even more fabulous that Potter caught the snitch within 3 minutes. Deena and her fellow reserves jumped up immediately and began cheering. They even forgot their differences and exchanged huge delighted hugs. They ran to the middle of the pitch where the team was spiratically landing. Deena found Oliver and joyously jumped on his back throwing her arms around his neck.
"You did it!" She cried amid the wild cheers of the many Gryffindors who were spilling onto the field. Everyone was hugging and cheering and jumping around on each other. Deena flew into George Weasley and attacked him with a hug.
George's eyes widened and he pointed at something behind Deena She turned around to see Angelina Johnson pulling Fred into her and kissing him square on the mouth. She smiled mischievously at him and bounced the other way, finding Alicia and jokingly tackling her. A stunned Fred grinned over at George and Deena who were laughing like crazy.
Suddenly, Oliver pulled on the dazed Fred's robe. "Come on!" He dragged Fred through the commotion and together they hoisted Harry Potter onto their shoulders. Deena and George jumped up and down cheering along with the rest of the crowd.
Though the decibel level was considerably lower, the buzz of excitement in Gryffindor tower was just as electric as it was on the field. People were gleefully chatting away about Gryffindor's newfound success, while the team tries to figure out where in the world Harry was.
Wood claimed that he left him in the locker room. Now dinner was over and Harry was still nowhere to be found.
"So have you found the boy of the hour yet?" Deena asked, strolling over to Fred and George who were handing out cakes and desserts.
Fred looked kind of distant and airy, but George handed her a cake and said, "No, but, uh..." He motioned to his brother and his frizzy haired friend. "Ron and Hermione are going to look for him now."
"Oh...." Deena took a bite of her cake and watched the two first years cross the common room. They stopped at the door and Ron snapped something and rolled his eyes. Hermione just glared at him then flipped her hair over her shoulder and stalked out. With a shake of his head, Ron followed.
"Cute couple," Deena smirked.
"Yeah. Ickle Ronniekins won't admit it but I reckon they fancy each other."
"Ever the little matchmaker." Deena tousled George's hair.
Oliver sneaked up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. "There's my second favorite seeker in the world!" he said.
"Hey!" Deena playfully elbowed him in the ribs.
He smiled and twirled her around to face him. Deena couldn't help but smile back. The room was spinning around them as they shared a simple, perfect kiss. Deena pulled away abruptly. "Did you hear about Angelina and Fred."
Oliver rolled his eyes.
The party raged on even after the smuggled cakes and pasties were gone. Oliver plopped on the sofa next to a barely conscious Deena. She was slumped against the arm of the couch, eyes closed. "How can you sleep through this?" Oliver asked.
"Easy," Deena replied without even opening her eyes. She yawned and curled up in the corner of the couch. Oliver watched her trying to think of something cute and witty to say, but he found himself at a loss.
"Fine," he said, "Sleep, then."
"Mmmkay," Deena mumbled contentedly.
Oliver looked at her for a few more moments, when she didn't seem fazed in the slightest by his comment, he asked, "Are you dreaming?"
"Mmmmm," Deena smile and opened her eyes. "I don't need to," she said reaching up to stroke Oliver's cheek.
A grin spread across Oliver's face and he laughed aloud at a loss for words.
"Are you making fun of me?" Deena gawked. She tried to pull her hand away but Oliver quickly snatched it. He kissed her fingers.
"No! Not at all.. no..." He covered his mouth with Deena's hand to stifle his sniggering. Deena glared at him and tried to tug her hand away.
"Just let me sleep." Oliver reluctantly dropped her hand and Deena curled up and closed her eyes.
Oliver smiled slowly and suddenly began singing, "*I can lay my body down but I can't find my sweet release.*"
"What are you doing?"
"Singing," Oliver said simply, then continued, "*You know, you've got a willing slave...*" Deena pulled Oliver toward her, shushing him.
"I know you're singing, but-"
"Its that hot new singing vampire. Spike, I think? I thought all the girls were crazy for him."
"Crazy for *him*," Deena reiterated.
"What are you implying," Oliver asked slowly.
Deena raised her eyebrows as if her implication was blatantly obvious.
"Oh, girls aren't crazy for me, is that what you're saying?" Oliver stood up and began belting out the new 'Spike' song. To Deena's utter surprise (and horror) he sounded good - amazing, actually - but not for long. At the *stop visiting my graaaave* part, his voice cracked terribly. He coughed and turned a brilliant shade of red as a few previously swooning girls either giggled or gawked. "Yeah, that, uh, voice augmenting charm only lasts for a minute or so..." Oliver said quietly, distinctly trailing off. He plopped down on the couch next to Deena who was laughing harder than anyone. He elbowed her. "Shut up," he muttered with a side long glare.
The crowd in the common room thinned out a bit as Percy Weasley began herding people upstairs. Deena leaned over and whispered something in Oliver's ear. He grinned and leaned over to whisper something back. Deena fell backwards on the couch, laughing hysterically. Oliver playfully pinned her down to the couch. They kissed, then looked over at Percy who was telling them that they were no exception to the "Go to bed" rule. When Percy left to go scold another couple, Oliver and Deena smiled into each other's lips.
Noel was sitting in a shadowed chair, bitterly listening to Oliver and Deena's incessant sweet talking. Understood, they thought they were the only ones left in the common room being granted a special dispensation to stick around and wait for Potter and his friends. Noel, however, was lurking in a corner, waiting for Deena and Oliver to leave. It sickened her to see those two together and she decided it was time to take action. She wouldn't being performing a love spell persey - they were far too notorious for backfiring - but rather, an *out* of love spell. The couple would - in simple terms - cease to fancy eachother.
Noel woke up with a start. She was still in the chair and quite uncomfortable. The fire was nearly out and the common room was silent. She looked around and crept over to the couch Deena and Oliver had been occupying. To complete the spell, she needed a belonging of theirs. She illuminated her wand and squinted at the couch looking for something. She needed something of Oliver's moreso than Deena. She did share a room with her and was quite confident that it would be easy enough to find a possession or two. Noel made her way to the other side of the couch and noticed something draped over the arm. She picked it up and could have danced with joy. It was Oliver's sweater. She stopped for a split second to wonder why he wasn't wearing it, but quickly chased that thought away and smiled a most wicked smile.
Deena ran frantically around the room in a bathrobe with her hair up in a towel.
"You're going to be late," Alicia informed her as she pulled her hair into a ponytail.
"I know," Deena said, "But more importantly, I can't find my ring."
"That's no good," Angelina said, biting her lip.
"Really. Would anyone else like to state the obvious?" she cried sarcastically.
After a short silence and a few apologies Alicia and Angelina headed down for breakfast, leaving Deena scrambling around all alone. She had just began pulling out some clothes when Noel strutted out of the bathroom looking far more cheerful than usual.
"Good morning," she greeted Deena, "Alright?"
Deena offered an acerbic smile and returned to rummaging through her things for the millionth time. When Noel pranced out the door, merrily humming to herself, Deena let out a frustrated cry.
Deena finally arrived at the great hall as most of the students were streaming out. She fought her way through the crowd and found Oliver sitting on the corner of a table talking to Potter. As Deena approached, she heard Harry say, "I'm really sorry, but I just can't talk right now. I'm really busy..." He sounded rushed and kind of nervous.
Deena exchanged a friendly smile with him as he hurried past her.
Oliver hopped off the table and greeted Deena with a kiss. "You look great," he smiled at her.
Deena rolled her eyes. "You only say that when I look terrible."
He kissed her forehead. "You never look terrible. What took you?"
"Er..." Deena did *not* want to tell him that she'd lost his ring. "Nothing, I, uh, just woke up late..."
Ugh, I am sooo sorry for such a rushed chapter. I PROMISE the next chapter is going to be totally awesome. I hope this tides you over! Please review. (and if your from anywhere around Bucks County, PA come see my plays!)