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Chapter 7 Hogwarts Fifth Year
It's now our fifth year. Everything has gone by so quickly. Sylvia has gotten quite tall. Novelle is one of the prettiest girls here now. Fred and George are the same characters they were on our first day. Oliver is now extremely handsome. He's exactly how he was in my dream.
I'm in the common room now waiting for Hermione. She said she wanted to talk to me about something. She said we might need Harry and Oliver in on it too.
"Hey Darlene. Is Hermione here yet?" Oliver asked.
"Not yet. I wonder what she needs us for?" I gazed over at him.
"I don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait." He sighed.
"I guess." I whispered.
"So." He looked down at the floor.
"So." I played nervously with my hair as I looked down at my feet.
"You going to the Sadie Hawkins?" He asked.
"Yeah. I just need to ask someone. I can't though. I get so nervous around cute guys." I complained.
"It's not that hard." He tried to assure me.
"You try and ask out a guy you've liked for two years." I grumbled.
"I could do it, but with a girl I mean." He stuttered as he leaned closer. I looked at him and was a little shocked by what happened. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was like the time on the train, only I kissed him back. When we pulled apart I had begun to realize what I had done.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me." I panicked.
"It's ok." Oliver leaned back against the wall and sighed.
"That shouldn't have happened." I apologized.
"What was I thinking?" Oliver scolded himself.
"So. What do we do now? Do we pretend it never happened?" I asked.
"I guess." He was still mad at himself.
"And we tell no one. Promise." I added.
"Sure." He said, but then things got awkward. It was silent until Hermione walked in.
"Sorry. I had to go fetch Harry here. He was over talking to Hagrid." Hermione said taking off her coat.
"So why exactly are we here?" Oliver asked not looking at me.
"This is going to sound so lame, but I need help. I want to ask Ron to the Sadie Hawkins, but I don't know how. Even if I did, I don't know what to wear, or how to dance." She explained timidly.
"I'm afraid I'm kinda in the same boat. I don't know how to ask this guy. I'm still looking for a dress, but I'm an ok dancer." I explained.
"So, can you guys help me?" She asked hopefully.
"Sure. You can come with me tomorrow to get a dress. That is if you'd like." I smiled.
"That would be great, but I still don't know how to ask him or dance." She said as she started to brainstorm for ideas.
"Oliver, Darlene? Do either of you know how to dance?" Harry asked. Oliver and I looked at each other, trying to put the kiss behind us. We both knew it wouldn't go away for some time, and decided to help our friends.
"Kinda." Oliver answered. So Oliver and I spent the whole night teaching Harry and Hermione to dance. They eventually got it and we watched them for a while.
"I'm tired now. I'd better get to bed. Goodnight all. I'll see you in the morning Hermione." I yawned and trotted up the stairs. All I could think about was Oliver. The night's events replayed over in my head. With Oliver on my mind I fell asleep quickly and dreamed the night away.
A/N: What is next? Find out in the next chapter!
It's now our fifth year. Everything has gone by so quickly. Sylvia has gotten quite tall. Novelle is one of the prettiest girls here now. Fred and George are the same characters they were on our first day. Oliver is now extremely handsome. He's exactly how he was in my dream.
I'm in the common room now waiting for Hermione. She said she wanted to talk to me about something. She said we might need Harry and Oliver in on it too.
"Hey Darlene. Is Hermione here yet?" Oliver asked.
"Not yet. I wonder what she needs us for?" I gazed over at him.
"I don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait." He sighed.
"I guess." I whispered.
"So." He looked down at the floor.
"So." I played nervously with my hair as I looked down at my feet.
"You going to the Sadie Hawkins?" He asked.
"Yeah. I just need to ask someone. I can't though. I get so nervous around cute guys." I complained.
"It's not that hard." He tried to assure me.
"You try and ask out a guy you've liked for two years." I grumbled.
"I could do it, but with a girl I mean." He stuttered as he leaned closer. I looked at him and was a little shocked by what happened. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was like the time on the train, only I kissed him back. When we pulled apart I had begun to realize what I had done.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me." I panicked.
"It's ok." Oliver leaned back against the wall and sighed.
"That shouldn't have happened." I apologized.
"What was I thinking?" Oliver scolded himself.
"So. What do we do now? Do we pretend it never happened?" I asked.
"I guess." He was still mad at himself.
"And we tell no one. Promise." I added.
"Sure." He said, but then things got awkward. It was silent until Hermione walked in.
"Sorry. I had to go fetch Harry here. He was over talking to Hagrid." Hermione said taking off her coat.
"So why exactly are we here?" Oliver asked not looking at me.
"This is going to sound so lame, but I need help. I want to ask Ron to the Sadie Hawkins, but I don't know how. Even if I did, I don't know what to wear, or how to dance." She explained timidly.
"I'm afraid I'm kinda in the same boat. I don't know how to ask this guy. I'm still looking for a dress, but I'm an ok dancer." I explained.
"So, can you guys help me?" She asked hopefully.
"Sure. You can come with me tomorrow to get a dress. That is if you'd like." I smiled.
"That would be great, but I still don't know how to ask him or dance." She said as she started to brainstorm for ideas.
"Oliver, Darlene? Do either of you know how to dance?" Harry asked. Oliver and I looked at each other, trying to put the kiss behind us. We both knew it wouldn't go away for some time, and decided to help our friends.
"Kinda." Oliver answered. So Oliver and I spent the whole night teaching Harry and Hermione to dance. They eventually got it and we watched them for a while.
"I'm tired now. I'd better get to bed. Goodnight all. I'll see you in the morning Hermione." I yawned and trotted up the stairs. All I could think about was Oliver. The night's events replayed over in my head. With Oliver on my mind I fell asleep quickly and dreamed the night away.
A/N: What is next? Find out in the next chapter!