So sorry I haven't written! But, here I am...
Bright sunlight washed over Oliver awaking him all too soon. He kept her eyes closed and attempted to roll away but he hit something - or someone. He opened her eyes and saw Deena sleeping peacefully beside him. "Bloody hell..." he murmured.
"Thats right," a capricious voice spoke.
Oliver turned to see James Conor standing over the bed, holding the curtain aside.
"Percy just went to the Prefect Bathroom," he said nonchalantly. "You have a few minutes."
"Deena," Oliver shook her, "Deena wake up, you have to go."
Deena slowly opened her eyes and yawned sleepily. "Huh?"
"You fell asleep in here last night."
Deena gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh no... Is everyone awake?" she whispered hastily.
"Percy just left, hurry. I'll make sure no one finds out."
Stealing a quick kiss goodbye, Deena ducked out of the room and scurried to her own. She slipped in and closed the door behind her. She was greeted by the bemused looking faces of two of her roommates.
"And where were we last night?" Angelina asked with a smirk.
"Nowhere."
"Oh come on," Alicia urged, "What do you take us for, dolts?"
"Nothing happened," Deena insisted, grinning in spite of herself.
"And by nothing you mean..." Angelina and Alicia erupted into laughter.
"Well..."
Noel sat on her bed, curtains drawn, bitterly listening to the cheerful conversation. Her plan had been foiled - Oliver and Deena weren't supposed to fall back in love! That was simply unheard of.
The day progressed lazily and rather uneventfully as the students enjoyed their Easter holiday.
Deena and Oliver sauntered around the castle searching for something to do. They wandered around uninspired and soon found themselves outside. It was a fairly mild day - not too warm, not too cold. Oliver instinctively began walking to the pitch and asked, "How bout a game of Quidditch?"
Deena cast him a sidelong glance. "You know how I feel about that bloody game."
Oliver wrapped his arms around her from behind. "For me?" He begged playfully, nuzzling his face into her neck. "Please?" He turned her around and-
Wham, his puppy dog eyes melted her heart instantly. She let her shoulders sag in defeat. "If it weren't for your good looks, you'd be stark out of luck," Deena teased him.
Oliver clutched his chest in mock agony. "That hurts! Oh, the pain!" Deena continued walking ahead of him but he caught up to her and tickled her waist. She squealed with delight and fought herself free. They romped around for awhile, finally collapsing on the grass just outside of the locker room. Oliver was stretched out on his back and Deena was on her stomach resting her arms and head on Oliver's chest. She let out a deep satisfied sigh and closed her eyes basking in the glory of the moment. The sun was shining on her and she was utterly infatuated with a lovely boy. They lay there peacefully for not much longer when their moment was interrupted by an identical pair of red headed jesters.
"What are the two lovebirds up to now?" Fred asked.
"Up for a game of Quidditch, boys?" Oliver asked.
Deena groaned and rolled her eyes as the twins excitedly agreed.
It may be awhile til the next chapter but... I'll be back. :)