Here's the next chapter. I hope I didn't make anyone wait too long. (as if anyone was actually waiting) I hope you like it!

Deena could hardly look Oliver in the eye for the next few days. She just kept telling him she didn't feel well and was a little out of it. Before she knew it, the Easter holidays had rolled around and her ring was still missing.

She enjoyed the luxury of sleeping in and spending the day in her pajamas. Yawning, she sauntered down to the common room not bothering to dress. Many students were bustling about the room and took Deena a minute to spot Oliver across the room. She saw him reclining in a chair talking to... well, some girl. The girl laughed at something Oliver said and touched his arm. Deena watched the scene unfold and tried to muster up all the jealousy she could, but she didn't feel jealous at all. In fact, she felt pacifistic, like she didn't care what he did. She shrugged and wandered to a table where Fred and George were playing a game of Wizards Chess.

She sat down next to them and watched impartially as they argued with their pieces (George and his White Knight in particular.) After a long un eventful hour Deena decided to go upstairs and get changed. On her way to the dormitory she bumped into someone.

"Sorry," she muttered then looked up to see Oliver. "Oh, hi." They exchanged a small and - strangely enough - awkward kiss.

"You look... good," Oliver said. He must have heard how terribly forced the words sounded because he made a face after he spoke.

Deena cocked an eyebrow. "Right. Thanks. I was just going to get changed..."

"Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you when you come back then."

"Uh-huh." Deena meandered past him. She entered the room feeling pretty down for no particular reason - until she got to her dresser. Sitting amongst her things, basking in its sparkling glory, was her ring. She picked it up excitedly, her spirits suddenly rising, but for some reason, the elation that should have been rushing through her, wasn't. Before she had time to sulk about her depressive attitude again, someone burst from the bathroom.

Jumping back, Deena squinted and said, "Jysella?"

"That's your ring, isn't it?"

Golden snitches appeared on the band as Deena slipped it onto her finger. "Did you find it?"

"Yeah," Jysella began, fidgeting, growing suddenly nervous, "I, uh... Has Noel been acting strange lately? 'Cause I've noticed... She was really sullen and withdrawn last week and all of the sudden she became really perky - perkier than usual I mean, and..." She trailed off with a hopeful look.

"Well, I guess-"

"Anyway, um, oh god, she would kill me, but... she had your ring. I found it in her bag, it was hidden..." Jysella was talking quickly and pacing frantically. Deena stared at her more curious then anxious.

"Just... just take a deep breath and calm down. I can hardly understand you," Deena said when Jysella's hysterical words became incoherent.

"Okay." She sat on a chair and pushed her hair back. "Okay," she said again, seemingly calmer.

"Now, what happened?"

Jysella took a breath as if she were about to begin. She stopped short, however, her eyes transfixed on the doorway. Her mouth opened and closed and Deena turned quickly to see what she was gawking at. Noel stood smugly in the doorway, her eyes flickering.

"Sorry, sorry. Oh God..." Jysella ran past Noel and to her room.

Deena, still confused as to what was going on, stared questioningly at Noel. "Is something up?" she asked.

"Oh no, well, Jysella has been nervous and fidgety recently, but I don't think its anything serious."

"Right." Deena realized that she wouldn't be getting any information out of Noel, so she just pretended to understand. As Deena tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, Noel's eyes grew large.

"You found your ring," she said.

"Oh, um, yeah. It was just, you know, lying around," Deena lied.

Noel nodded slowly and Deena could tell that she didn't believer her. She turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Deena asked.

"What's it to you?"

"Listen, I don't know what you're up to, but you've got me pretty suspicious. Just... don't try anything."

"Oh, you needn't worry about that."

Deena didn't like the look in Noel's eyes as she spoke those words and turned to leave the room.

*

After a few boring, suspicious, avoid-Oliver hours, Deena found Jysella sitting alone at a table in the corner of the common room.

"All right?" Deena inconspicuously joined her at the table. "Whats that you're working on?" She asked, motioning to the papers spread out in front of her.

"Um, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Its not due for awhile, but..."

Deena nodded and decided to get right to the point. "Whats going on with Noel? And you can tell me the truth, really." When Jysella stayed silent, Deena continued. "I know something's wrong. I saw how you ran out of the room when Noel showed up. I mean, call me crazy but, I don't think its normal to flee in terror when your best friend knocks on the door."

"She's just been acting dubious lately. I know she's up to something but I really don't know what. She... she knew I found your ring and made me swear not to tell anyone."

"Why did she have my ring in the first place?"

"Well, she's been jealous of you and Oliver forever. I reckon it was some sort of revenge or something."

Deena thought over the things she had recently learned and something just didn't add up. She rested her head in her hands thinking again. "Well maybe-" Deena stopped and sighed. "Nevermind." After getting lost in her thoughts again, she was snapped back to the real world by Oliver.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked.

"Um," Deena wasn't really focusing. "Sure."

"Well, alone..."

Deena glanced at Jysella who was gaping at Oliver and grinned to herself. "Yeah." She pulled Oliver by his elbow into a corner. Oliver began talking but Deena was distracted. Noel had approached Jysella's table the second Deena had left it. She was whispering furiously and Jysella seemed to be shrinking with each of Noel's piercing words. At one point, after Oliver had attempted to win Deena's attention back, Noel raised her voice and began making wild hand gestures.

"Sorry, hold on..." Deena said, silencing Oliver with her finger. She stalked to where the little confrontation was taking place, and demanded, "What's going on here?"

"None of your bloody business," Noel barked.

"I think it is my business when you start stealing my things and threatening the one person decent enough to tell me about it."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"*I* don't know what your talking about," Oliver chimed in.

"Shut up," Deena and Noel said together.

Oliver remained silent as the two girls continued fighting. He sat down discontentedly on a nearby chair with a dramatic sigh and for the thousandth time that day, wondered what was going on with him. When he saw Deena in her pjs that morning, his stomach didn't flutter like it usually did. That stupid grin didn't unconsciously spread across his lips. He felt like he was staring at just another Quidditch buddy who indeed, happened to be female - and that scared him. He had gotten used to that spark between them. His eyes closed for a few moments before he heard his name being called.

"Oliver!"

He opened one eye. "What? Hey!" he cried as something landed on his head. "Oi, my sweater. I was looking for this, where..." he caught a glimpse of Deena's disturbed face as he remove the article of clothing from his head. "What? What's going on?"

"Nothing. Except for someone flicked the kleptomaniac switch on one of my roommates."

Oliver arched an eyebrow. "Its too late for sarcasm."

"Noel," Deena said. "She took my ring and she took your sweater."

"No... I..." she was finally crumbling, running out of excuses. "I didn't. I didn't!" With eyes darting around the room, Noel stalked up the stairs.

With a shrug, Deena exchanged a clueless glance with Oliver.

They sat around brainstorming and coming up with crazy explanations for Noel's estrangement. Jysella was fidgeting nervously at the presence of Oliver, while he and Deena were lounging on the plush carpet due to the lack of chairs.

"Maybe little green gnomes with invisibility cloaks are stealing her knickers!" Oliver thought brightly.

Deena glared at him and smiled. "Honestly..."

"You're right, if they had invisibility cloaks, how could you tell they were green."

Deena chuckled and punched Oliver in the arm. "Or maybe," she began with a sarcastic raise of her eyebrows, "...forget it, I don't have anything." Deena laughed and collapsed on of Oliver's chest. Until just then she and Oliver had been keeping their distance - not flirting or touching or anything.

Oliver realized this and grinned to himself as a familiar sensation filled his veins. He pulled her into a playful headlock and tousled her hair.

"I'm gonna get going," Jysella said quietly, packing up her things. Her words went unheard, however, Deena and Oliver had once again gotten lost in each other's eyes. Deena's elbows were propped up on Oliver's chest and he was reclining on his back with his hands behind his head.

Deena studied Oliver's face and unconsciously brought her hand up to trace his hairline. Things definitely seemed different, but she didn't think it was necessarily a bad thing anymore. It was like she was seeing Oliver with new eyes and it fascinated her. She giggled and kissed his nose.

"I feel like I'm falling for you all over again," Oliver whispered, running a hand through Deena's hair. She laughed and took his hand.

*

Deena woke with a start that night as the full impact of Oliver's words hit her. 'I feel like I'm falling for you all over again.' She had felt the same way, like something was missing between them. A light bulb flashed on over her head.

She grabbed her robe and, as quickly as she could crept toward the boys' dorms. She jumped on Oliver's bed, immediately covering his mouth so he wouldn't cry out. He did, in fact, share a dorm with Percy the Prefect. Once Oliver became aware of what was going on, he propped himself up on his elbows, Deena straddling him on his lap.

"What is it?" he asked, unable to suppress a smile.

"I think Noel put a love spell on you," she proclaimed with a wide grin.

Oliver raise an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah you said you were falling for me all over again. So you must have been pulled away in order to fall again." Deena couldn't help smiling. "And, well, I'm a girl, so naturally I've read up love charms before, once upon a time of course. Every potion calls for a belonging or piece of that person."

"You're amazing," Oliver whispered, pulling her down on top of him. Deena snuggled up beside him, a smile still overcoming her features.

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