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Tonight is the Halloween Ball. Refused to go, but being forced by the circumstances, Oliver finally asked someone to the ball. For the past few weeks, he's been refusing all the girls who had asked him. It's better for him to ask someone he knew, so he asked Angelina Johnson, his Quidditch team mate. She knew about his "problem" (from the twins, who obviously can not keep a secret), so she accepted him as a date fir the sake of friends (imagine them singing "that's what friends are for" hand in hand![lol]).
He's been waiting for her in the common room. When she showed up, he look at her with surprise. All this times they have spent together, he never realize that she was very pretty. Of course all he can remember was her wearing her Quidditch robe.
"You look...nice!" he said smilling.
"Why, thank you captain! So do you" she said.
He was wearing his deep scarlet robe, very similar to his Quidditch's one. There's no doubt that he is very handsome.
"Come on, then... let's go!" he take her hand and put it his arm.
"Ay yay, Captain!" she said with a big smile.
They entered The Great Hall, which is already packed with students. He can see that Harry is sitting with Cho Chang (alas, dream come true!) and Ron with Hermione (Oh..this is too good to be true!) next to them. He wandered his eyes looking for someone. Then he met someone's eyes, brilliant green eyes that could not be someone else than Naire. They look at each other for a moment, and then she quickly turned her head away, blushing. He wondered, could that be? He can see that she's with Ethan.
She never looked this beautiful, then again... he never notice how a girl dressed before. But, there's something about her that could make any guy melted right in her arms. She wears a green robe that brings the colour on her eyes. She French braided her hair, letting some strains loose on her forehead. Her perfect skin glows. She's not just beautiful, she's gorgeous!
"Oliver, I know your sad. But at least we can try to have fun here, okay?" Angelina said carefully.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked confused.
"I mean, I know about you and... Naire" she said softly.
"What!" he said furiously.
"The Weasleys told me, but don't be angry at them! We would've guess it sooner or later, it's so obvious, Oliver!" she said again.
"We?"
"Yes, mmm... me and the guys" she said biting her lips.
"That's great! Why don't you tell the whole world if that's not embarrassing enough!" he said angrily.
"Calm down, Oliver! We're only trying to help you. You can trust us! We're your friends!" she said again whispering, hoping that he will lower his voice.
"Sorry, it's just... that's so not me, you know! My whole life I never thought of nothing else than Quidditch! If I didn't knew better, I'll believe it if my parents told me that I was born wearing Quidditch robe!" he said trying to smile.
"I know, but that's perfectly normal, even for you, Mr. Wood!" she said laughing.
"Now, wipe your tears away, and let's dance!" she continued, grabbing his hand and drag him to the dance floor.
"One more thing, I'm not crying!" he said smilling.
"Okay, Mr. Tough Guy!" she started to dance.
They did have fun dancing. But that only last for a while, when he noticed that Naire and Ethan were dancing next to them. He grew tense, and Angelina realized.
"You wanna sit?" she asked.
"No, let's keep on dancing" he said.
"You don't mind with the song?" she asked again.
Then he realized the band was playing slow dance tunes.
"Err,..that's okay" he said awkwardly.
"Okay then!" she said, trying to hold back laughter.
They dance slowly, but he couldn't bare not to look at Naire. She's dancing very close to Ethan. She puts her hands on his neck, and he's holding her waist. Oliver kept on looking at her, imagining that he's the one who dance with her. Suddenly she look straight back at him. for a moment they look at each other. He could feel something tingling when she looked into his eyes. For once, there's no hatred in those beautiful eyes. Instead of hatred, there's a very loving feeling in her eyes. If he didn't know her better, he would probably think that she's falling in love with him. Could it be possible?
Why is he looking at me like that? You're suppose to hate me. Oh my God! Why is he so handsome? It couldn't be love I sensed there, right? What am I thinking about? Stop staring at him right now, Naire!__ she tought.
He couldn't stand it anymore. All he ever wanted was to reach her and hold her tight, but he knew there's no chance for him to do that. He slowly turn his head away, swore he never set eyes on her again.
"I'm tired, Oliver! Wanna sit?" Angelina asked him after the song has finished.
"Okay, I'm tired too" he answered.
They sit on one of the tables surrounding the dance floor. He got drinks for himself and Angelina. After a while, he started to get bored. He asked for Angelina permission to go out to the garden, alone. She understand, and let him go.
He walked out through one of the door, and go straight to the garden. He walk and walk until he reach the garden fountain. He thought there would be no one there, but he saw a dark siluet sitting on the fountain side. He walk closer and he saw her. Naire was sitting there, alone. She saw him.
"Oliver!" she said surprised.
"Naire" he was surprised also.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"What about you?" he said back to her.
"I just, mmm... need fresh air! Do you mind? I'm pretty sure this is not your private garden!" she snapped.
"No, I... I didn't mean that! You have the right to be here anytime. I'm sorry" he said gently.
"You don't have to say sorry, I'll be going now!" she said standing up.
"No!" he cried.
"What?" she look at him, puzzled.
"I mean...you don't have to go!" he said again.
His face would probably very red right now. Thank God it's dark enough to hide it.
"You could stay here....maybe we could..hmm...chat" he said shyly.
"Me and...you? Having conversation? Are you sure, Wood?" she asked with a very puzzled face. Walking closer to him.
He didn't say and do anything. He just stood there, completely silent.
"Are you sick? Don't you remember? The last time we chatted, we ended up fighting!" she said, getting more closer to him than ever before.
He could smell her sweet coconut shampoo scent on her hair. Her green eyes are glowing. He started to get sweaty palm.
"I know... but I thought..." he said but cut out by her.
"No..." she paused ... "Push that thought away!" she said couldn't be more clearly.
"We'll never chat, not now, not tomorrow, not ever!" she said angrily.
He was shocked. He couldn't be more sure than now. She really hates him, and there's no way to fix that.
"Now, please excuse me... but I have a date who's been waiting for me!" she ran away from him.
there's no sound coming out from his mouth. He couldn't say a word, and just watch her ran to the Great Hall. Questions popped inside him. why? why she hates him that much? Couldn't she forgive everything that he has done? What exactly he has done? All the questions just come to one conclusion , the girl hates him so badly.
But he didn't know. While she was running to the Great Hall, tears falling down from her beautiful eyes. But nobody would've notice, for she already wiped it clear before anyone could see it.
Please reviews.. no flames, if you don't like it, do not read it...
Tonight is the Halloween Ball. Refused to go, but being forced by the circumstances, Oliver finally asked someone to the ball. For the past few weeks, he's been refusing all the girls who had asked him. It's better for him to ask someone he knew, so he asked Angelina Johnson, his Quidditch team mate. She knew about his "problem" (from the twins, who obviously can not keep a secret), so she accepted him as a date fir the sake of friends (imagine them singing "that's what friends are for" hand in hand![lol]).
He's been waiting for her in the common room. When she showed up, he look at her with surprise. All this times they have spent together, he never realize that she was very pretty. Of course all he can remember was her wearing her Quidditch robe.
"You look...nice!" he said smilling.
"Why, thank you captain! So do you" she said.
He was wearing his deep scarlet robe, very similar to his Quidditch's one. There's no doubt that he is very handsome.
"Come on, then... let's go!" he take her hand and put it his arm.
"Ay yay, Captain!" she said with a big smile.
They entered The Great Hall, which is already packed with students. He can see that Harry is sitting with Cho Chang (alas, dream come true!) and Ron with Hermione (Oh..this is too good to be true!) next to them. He wandered his eyes looking for someone. Then he met someone's eyes, brilliant green eyes that could not be someone else than Naire. They look at each other for a moment, and then she quickly turned her head away, blushing. He wondered, could that be? He can see that she's with Ethan.
She never looked this beautiful, then again... he never notice how a girl dressed before. But, there's something about her that could make any guy melted right in her arms. She wears a green robe that brings the colour on her eyes. She French braided her hair, letting some strains loose on her forehead. Her perfect skin glows. She's not just beautiful, she's gorgeous!
"Oliver, I know your sad. But at least we can try to have fun here, okay?" Angelina said carefully.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked confused.
"I mean, I know about you and... Naire" she said softly.
"What!" he said furiously.
"The Weasleys told me, but don't be angry at them! We would've guess it sooner or later, it's so obvious, Oliver!" she said again.
"We?"
"Yes, mmm... me and the guys" she said biting her lips.
"That's great! Why don't you tell the whole world if that's not embarrassing enough!" he said angrily.
"Calm down, Oliver! We're only trying to help you. You can trust us! We're your friends!" she said again whispering, hoping that he will lower his voice.
"Sorry, it's just... that's so not me, you know! My whole life I never thought of nothing else than Quidditch! If I didn't knew better, I'll believe it if my parents told me that I was born wearing Quidditch robe!" he said trying to smile.
"I know, but that's perfectly normal, even for you, Mr. Wood!" she said laughing.
"Now, wipe your tears away, and let's dance!" she continued, grabbing his hand and drag him to the dance floor.
"One more thing, I'm not crying!" he said smilling.
"Okay, Mr. Tough Guy!" she started to dance.
They did have fun dancing. But that only last for a while, when he noticed that Naire and Ethan were dancing next to them. He grew tense, and Angelina realized.
"You wanna sit?" she asked.
"No, let's keep on dancing" he said.
"You don't mind with the song?" she asked again.
Then he realized the band was playing slow dance tunes.
"Err,..that's okay" he said awkwardly.
"Okay then!" she said, trying to hold back laughter.
They dance slowly, but he couldn't bare not to look at Naire. She's dancing very close to Ethan. She puts her hands on his neck, and he's holding her waist. Oliver kept on looking at her, imagining that he's the one who dance with her. Suddenly she look straight back at him. for a moment they look at each other. He could feel something tingling when she looked into his eyes. For once, there's no hatred in those beautiful eyes. Instead of hatred, there's a very loving feeling in her eyes. If he didn't know her better, he would probably think that she's falling in love with him. Could it be possible?
Why is he looking at me like that? You're suppose to hate me. Oh my God! Why is he so handsome? It couldn't be love I sensed there, right? What am I thinking about? Stop staring at him right now, Naire!__ she tought.
He couldn't stand it anymore. All he ever wanted was to reach her and hold her tight, but he knew there's no chance for him to do that. He slowly turn his head away, swore he never set eyes on her again.
"I'm tired, Oliver! Wanna sit?" Angelina asked him after the song has finished.
"Okay, I'm tired too" he answered.
They sit on one of the tables surrounding the dance floor. He got drinks for himself and Angelina. After a while, he started to get bored. He asked for Angelina permission to go out to the garden, alone. She understand, and let him go.
He walked out through one of the door, and go straight to the garden. He walk and walk until he reach the garden fountain. He thought there would be no one there, but he saw a dark siluet sitting on the fountain side. He walk closer and he saw her. Naire was sitting there, alone. She saw him.
"Oliver!" she said surprised.
"Naire" he was surprised also.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"What about you?" he said back to her.
"I just, mmm... need fresh air! Do you mind? I'm pretty sure this is not your private garden!" she snapped.
"No, I... I didn't mean that! You have the right to be here anytime. I'm sorry" he said gently.
"You don't have to say sorry, I'll be going now!" she said standing up.
"No!" he cried.
"What?" she look at him, puzzled.
"I mean...you don't have to go!" he said again.
His face would probably very red right now. Thank God it's dark enough to hide it.
"You could stay here....maybe we could..hmm...chat" he said shyly.
"Me and...you? Having conversation? Are you sure, Wood?" she asked with a very puzzled face. Walking closer to him.
He didn't say and do anything. He just stood there, completely silent.
"Are you sick? Don't you remember? The last time we chatted, we ended up fighting!" she said, getting more closer to him than ever before.
He could smell her sweet coconut shampoo scent on her hair. Her green eyes are glowing. He started to get sweaty palm.
"I know... but I thought..." he said but cut out by her.
"No..." she paused ... "Push that thought away!" she said couldn't be more clearly.
"We'll never chat, not now, not tomorrow, not ever!" she said angrily.
He was shocked. He couldn't be more sure than now. She really hates him, and there's no way to fix that.
"Now, please excuse me... but I have a date who's been waiting for me!" she ran away from him.
there's no sound coming out from his mouth. He couldn't say a word, and just watch her ran to the Great Hall. Questions popped inside him. why? why she hates him that much? Couldn't she forgive everything that he has done? What exactly he has done? All the questions just come to one conclusion , the girl hates him so badly.
But he didn't know. While she was running to the Great Hall, tears falling down from her beautiful eyes. But nobody would've notice, for she already wiped it clear before anyone could see it.
Please reviews.. no flames, if you don't like it, do not read it...