XI
"Oliver! Where are you?" she starts to call out his name. Still no answer.
"Oh, God! I hope he's okay" she whispered under her running breath.
"Oliver! Can you here me?" she calls out louder.
"Please… answer me.." she cries.
Suddenly she can hear him calling her. His voice is very weak, she almost can't hear it.
"Naire…" he called.
"Oliver! I'm here, I can hear you! Where are you?" she asked, feeling glad.
"It hurts… please Naire, help me!" he called again, his voice getting weaker.
"Keep talking to me! I'll try to find you!" she said, starts to search where his voices come from.
With the direction from his voice, she finally found him. Behind the trees, he's lying there on the bottom of the cliffs. It's almost 50 feet down.
"Oh no… hang on Oliver! I'll get to you!" she said trying to climb down.
She climbs down carefully, trying not to slip. If she slips, she won't be able to save him, then nobody can save them. One bye one she steps on the rocks, holding the tree's roots that popping out from the cliffs. All the way down she prays so hard, hoping that he's still alive. Finally she reaches the bottom, and run to him.
"Oliver, are you okay?" she reaches his head and put it on her lap.
"Naire.." he smiles, but then he let out a cry of pain when he tries to move.
"Ssshh.. don't move" she said softly, brushing her hand on his forehead gently. A single tear fall down from her eyes to his cheek.
"Are you crying?" he asked reaching her cheek with his hand.
"No, I'm not" she smiles.
"I'm not worth the tears" he said.
"Don't' talk about it. Are you feeling any pains?" she asked.
"I think,…I have some broken bones" he said in pain.
"Some?" she asked.
"Yeah… my leg. I can feel it" he said again.
"That's okay, madam Pomfrey will cure you, when we go back!" she said trying to calm him down.
There's lot of scratches and cuts on his body. His robe has been torn by sharps object for sure. He bleeds in several places, including his arms, shoulder, and cheeks.
"But.. how the bloddy hell we can go back?" he asked.
"I… I don't know" she said looking around.
They're both lying there on the bottom of the cliffs with trees covering above them. They almost couldn't see the skies. To make things worst, it starts to rain. There's no way anybody could find them in this weather.
"Oh, great! It's raining!" she said.
"We need to find a place to stay for the night" he said.
"But, where? Besides, I can't carry you, you're to heavy" she said again.
"Why don't you use the Levitation charm" he suggested.
"You mean… Wingardium Leviosa? Can we use it on people?" she asked.
"I don't know… maybe. There's no harm on trying it" he said again.
"But, where can we go?" she asked again.
"Oh, wait! Give me your compass! I hope it's not broken" she said.
"It's in my robe's pocket. Feel free to take it yourself. I can't move my hand" he said.
"Okay" she said searching for it in his robe's pocket.
She pushes the button on the side of it, and the map appears in front of them.
"You see, we are here" she said pointing the map.
"And…. Look! There's a cave over there!" she said again pointing to another direction not far from them.
"It looks like the best place to go" he said.
"So that's where we're going!" she said putting the compass back in his pocket.
She takes her wand out, and starts to swish and flick.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" she said.
First nothing happen, but then slowly he starts to rise above the ground.
"It works!" she said surprised.
He didn't say anything, trying to presses down his pain. She holds him with her free hand, afraid the charm won't work for long. With him floating in the air, he's a lot easier and less heavy to carry. Carefully she walks to the cave. The path starts to get slippery because of the rain. Finally they reach the cave and go inside it. It's not a very comfortable place, but that's the best they can have for now. She slowly put him down near a big rock where he can lean on it.
"Now, what can we do?" she asked herself.
She starts to collect the twigs and things to burn it to make fire. After it's enough, she put it all together and set it on fire with charm. Satisfied with her works, she sits next to him.
"Are you feeling warmer?" she asked.
"Not really, but thanks. You must be cold also… you're soaking wet!" he said with a weak smile.
"That's okay. It's you we have to worry about" she said.
She takes his torned robe off him, and starts to clean his wounds with her hankie. She gently rubs his cheek trying to clean the blood. He shudder when she touches his wounds.
"I'm sorry, it must have been hurt" she said.
"That's okay, you're a good nurse. You should replace madam Pomfrey after she retires!" he said trying to laugh. But instead of laugh, he's coughing.
"Easy, it's not the perfect time to tell jokes" she said.
"Okay ma'am!" he said.
"I have to clean those big cuts on your shoulder, so you need to take off your shirt. Is it okay with you?" she asked carefully.
"Sure, do whatever you want to do" he answered.
She helps him taking his shirt off, revealing a broad and strong shoulder of him. On it's left side, there's a big cut, still bleeding. She wipes out the blood from it, and then ripe the under of her robe to use it as a bandage. She bandages the wound with it around his arm.
"Now, what we need to fix is your broken leg. Which leg is it?" she continued.
"The right one" he said.
Besides broken, it was bleeding because of the cuts and bruises. She cleans all the blood from it. She found two twigs and transformed it into stiff boards. She put it between his broken leg, and tight it around with another rip from her robe.
"Now, there! Feeling better?" she asked.
"Yes, but your robe.." he said.
"Nah… don't worry bout that. I still have another one" she said smiling.
"Thank you, Naire… I feel like I don't deserve your kindness. I mean after all I've done to you" he said gratefully.
"And what exactly have you done to me?" She asked smiling.
"Well, you know…." He said.
"What? Is it the times when you always found a way to make my life miserable, back in first grade? Or is it second grade? No wait… I believes it continues till the third, fourth, fifth, and not to forget sixth grade!" she laughs.
"Am I that bad?" he asked.
"Sometimes. Remember the first time we met on the train?" she asked.
"How can I forget! That's the very first day of our lifetime feud! But you have to admit, it was funny though" he laughs.
"Yeah, funny for you! I have to cut my long hair short because of you. That sticky thing won't got off my hair! I need a whole year to grew it to my normal length" she said.
"But you got back to me equally. The very next week you tight my shoes string together in potions, and when Snape told me to brought it to him, I tripped and spilled all the potions to his body! That's the first detention I had" he said.
"You deserved it" she said.
"Thank God we're not in the same house. Could you imagine what other disasters we could've done for the past 7 years?" he asked.
"Six" she said.
"What?" he asked.
"Six years. I don't want to include this year, because I'm having a great time" she answered.
"A great time? With this detention?" he asked again surprised.
"If you put it that way, no. But having this detention together has brought me to a new perception of you. I mean, I know that we still fight once in a while, but it's different. We fought not because we hated each other, but.." she stopped.
"But what?" he asked, waiting for her to continue.
"Oh, nothing… I forgot what I want to say" she said again blushing.
"Okay" he said.
Did I almost tell him that I love him? I hope he didn't realize anything, she thought.
Did she think what I thought she was thinking? There's no way she could've think about it. She doesn't love me, remind yourself, Oliver! He thought.
"Look, Naire… I'm really sorry about….the kiss" he continued breaking the silence.
She doesn't say a word.
"Naire… are you mad at me because of that?" he asked again.
"No, Oliver. I'm sorry, too. That's my fault. I should've never, I mean never did that!" she said.
"Really?" he asked again.
"Yes" she answered.
They were silent again.
"Good, so it's clear. Let's be a good friend now. No more fighting?" he said.
"Okay" she smiles.
Good, now we're good friends! Way to go Oliver, you just threw away the love of your life for good, he thought.
Good friends? Is that what he really wants from me? Good friends, there's no way I could be a good friend, not when I'm still in love with him. Guys and girls do not make good friends. But, if that's what he wants, that's what he gets, she thought sadly.
"So… do you think we'll ever get out safe from here?" he asked.
"I'm sure someone will realize we're missing. Maybe not tonight, maybe tomorrow" she said.
"Yeah… and I remember that Ethan always waited for you after the detention, right?" he asked again.
"Yes, but…what's he got to do with it?" she asked back.
"Well, he'll be the first person who will realize that you're missing" he said.
"I guess you're right…. But maybe he'll realize tomorrow morning" she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, remember that night….when we kissed.. he went to the dungeon finding only you after I ran away and you told him that I was sick. He would probably think the same way tonight when he doesn't find me in the dungeon" she explained.
"Just hope he misses you a lot and he's dying to see you immediately .. then he'll realize you're missing" he said.
"And maybe Angelina will realize, too" she said.
"Yeah" he said.
Great, now we're talking about our girlfriend and boyfriend. We are best friends now. Great! He thought.
Ethan… he's the last person on my mind right now. All I can think of now is Oliver's beautiful brown eyes, Oliver's broad shoulders, Oliver's thick dark hair, everything about Oliver, she thought.
"By the way, you haven't told me what happened? People don't fall off a cliff as a hobby" she asked.
"Well, I was walking… and singing" he smiled.
"And?"
"I searched in every corner, and when I searched behind this big tree, I thought I could find it there. But there's nothing behind the tree, I mean nothing… not even a place to stand on. I guess that tree is on the edge of the cliff" he explained then stopped to catch his breath.
"So, you fell…." She said.
"Yes. Not a very good one though…the last time I fell I didn't get a broken leg!" he smiled.
"Hey, don't joke about it! It's good that you didn't get more than a broken leg" she said.
It keeps raining hard, there's no sign it's going to stop. Naire is holding tight to the rest of her robe, covering herself in it. She looks at him, and realizes… he's sick, he's cold, and he doesn't have a robe to prevent the cold breeze. She takes her robe off and covers him with it.
"You don't need to do that" he said surprised.
"You need it more than I do, do not argue with me, okay?" she insist.
"Okay" he said.
She hugs herself tight, now without her robe to warmth her, she can feel the cold air playing with her skin. But she doesn't care, she'll do anything for Oliver, even if it makes her suffer. At time like this, he needs all the help he can get, and she's the one who's here to help him.
He looks at her with amazement. Heaven must have sent him an angel, the most beautiful angel that God have. And He sent her just for him, only for him. She looks so small and fragile, but yet she looks strong and courageous. It is like there's a heavenly light surrounds her. And there's no way he could let this beautiful angel feel any pain, not now, not never. There's only one thing to do.
"Naire, if you want to… we can use this robe together. It'll be warmer" he said slowly.
She just looks at him, surprised. He waits for her reaction fretfully, but still she just sits there staring at him through his eyes. I shouldn't have said that, now she's afraid of me, he thought regretted it. But suddenly she smiles, and to his surprise again, she slid over to him.
"Is it okay with you?" she asked taking a seat next to him, very close to him.
"No… I mean.. yes, it's okay" he answered nervously.
"You're right, it's warmer this way. Not that this robe is big enough for both of us, but it's warmer" she said again.
He rested his arm around her shoulder, but she flinches.
"I'm sorry! I don't mean to do that" he said pulling his arm.
"No, that's okay…." She said blushing.
"Are you sure?" he asked again.
"Positive" she answered.
"Okay, then" he said placing his arm again slowly around her slender shoulder.
Oh God! I can't believe I'm doing this! I don't know why, but when he asked and look at me, I just couldn't resist it. And when he put his arm around me, all I want is to be closer to him… feeling his warmth, she thought.
I can't believe it! Now she's on my arm, it feels so good. I can smell her sweet coconut shampoo, and her soft cheek on my chest, he thought.
"Oliver, what will happen to us?" she suddenly asked.
"Wha… what do you mean by that?" he asked her back.
"I mean, what if no one will find us here?" she asked again.
"Oh.. that.. don't worry, someone will find us. Hogwarts is full with the greatest wizards and witches… they will find us" he answered.
"Well, the last person I want to find us is Snape… I'd better be lost again than having him furiously angry at us… again!" she said.
"If he's the one who find us first, we'll wish that we're missing again" he laughs.
"And he'll give us another detention, because the Death Potion was ruined, and we have to start all over again" she said.
"You're right" he sighed.
Silent.
"I never like rain…" she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Something bad always happens when it's raining" she answered.
"Like now, for example?" he asked.
"Not just now, but more" she explained.
"I don't get it" he said confused.
"Well, for example when I was 8 my cat died, and it's raining. When I was 9 I lost my necklace, and guess what? It's raining also!" she said.
"Is that it?" he asked.
"No, there's something else… at my first year at Hogwarts, my mother got sick"
He doesn't say a word, letting her to continue her story.
"I prayed everyday for her to be healthy… and I wrote a letter for her almost everyday. She always wrote back the day after, telling me that she's getting well, thanks to my praying. But then one day just like usual, I wrote her a letter, probably the longest letter I've ever wrote to her. In my letter I told her that I love her so much, that I misses her laughs, her cooking… and everything" she stopped for a while.
"I waited for her reply the next day, but it didn't come. I thought it was because my letter was too long, so she needed time to write the reply. So I waited and waited… but it never came" she continued letting a single tear fall from her eyes.
"What happened?" he asked gently.
"A week later I received a letter, but not from her. It's from my father…. He told me in the letter…that…." She stopped again, tears are running on her cheeks.
"You don't have to continue Naire, if you don't want too" he said wiping her tears with his hand.
"No, I want to continue, please" she said.
"Okay" he said.
"In his letter he told me that…. She passed away… on the day she received my letter. He wrote that she died holding my letter" she cries again.
"I'm so sorry Naire" he said.
"He didn't want me to know it at that time,.. so he waited for a week to tell me… I hated him so much for doing that. I wanted to be on her side on her last days… I wanted to tell her that I love her, not just from a letter… but then he told me… she was smiling when she passed away, holding my letter. Her last word was not to tell me immediately, but wait for things to calm down first, and she told him to tell me that she really loves me too. I cried and cried reading his letter.. and… it was raining the whole week" she said.
"I never knew.." he said.
"Of course you never knew, you're to busy irritating me back then" she said.
"I'm sorry Naire, for not being there… not helping you. I'm so sorry" he said hugging her.
She cries.
"Sshh.. it's okay. Cry as much as you want" he whispered in her ear.
"I love her so much, Oliver… so much!" she whispered.
"I know.." he said calming her down.
She cries harder, buried her self in his shoulder. He holds her tight in his arms.
"Thank you, Oliver… aishiteru" she whispered under her running breath.
He doesn't know what that means, but he doesn't want to questioning her, not now.
"Oliver! Where are you?" she starts to call out his name. Still no answer.
"Oh, God! I hope he's okay" she whispered under her running breath.
"Oliver! Can you here me?" she calls out louder.
"Please… answer me.." she cries.
Suddenly she can hear him calling her. His voice is very weak, she almost can't hear it.
"Naire…" he called.
"Oliver! I'm here, I can hear you! Where are you?" she asked, feeling glad.
"It hurts… please Naire, help me!" he called again, his voice getting weaker.
"Keep talking to me! I'll try to find you!" she said, starts to search where his voices come from.
With the direction from his voice, she finally found him. Behind the trees, he's lying there on the bottom of the cliffs. It's almost 50 feet down.
"Oh no… hang on Oliver! I'll get to you!" she said trying to climb down.
She climbs down carefully, trying not to slip. If she slips, she won't be able to save him, then nobody can save them. One bye one she steps on the rocks, holding the tree's roots that popping out from the cliffs. All the way down she prays so hard, hoping that he's still alive. Finally she reaches the bottom, and run to him.
"Oliver, are you okay?" she reaches his head and put it on her lap.
"Naire.." he smiles, but then he let out a cry of pain when he tries to move.
"Ssshh.. don't move" she said softly, brushing her hand on his forehead gently. A single tear fall down from her eyes to his cheek.
"Are you crying?" he asked reaching her cheek with his hand.
"No, I'm not" she smiles.
"I'm not worth the tears" he said.
"Don't' talk about it. Are you feeling any pains?" she asked.
"I think,…I have some broken bones" he said in pain.
"Some?" she asked.
"Yeah… my leg. I can feel it" he said again.
"That's okay, madam Pomfrey will cure you, when we go back!" she said trying to calm him down.
There's lot of scratches and cuts on his body. His robe has been torn by sharps object for sure. He bleeds in several places, including his arms, shoulder, and cheeks.
"But.. how the bloddy hell we can go back?" he asked.
"I… I don't know" she said looking around.
They're both lying there on the bottom of the cliffs with trees covering above them. They almost couldn't see the skies. To make things worst, it starts to rain. There's no way anybody could find them in this weather.
"Oh, great! It's raining!" she said.
"We need to find a place to stay for the night" he said.
"But, where? Besides, I can't carry you, you're to heavy" she said again.
"Why don't you use the Levitation charm" he suggested.
"You mean… Wingardium Leviosa? Can we use it on people?" she asked.
"I don't know… maybe. There's no harm on trying it" he said again.
"But, where can we go?" she asked again.
"Oh, wait! Give me your compass! I hope it's not broken" she said.
"It's in my robe's pocket. Feel free to take it yourself. I can't move my hand" he said.
"Okay" she said searching for it in his robe's pocket.
She pushes the button on the side of it, and the map appears in front of them.
"You see, we are here" she said pointing the map.
"And…. Look! There's a cave over there!" she said again pointing to another direction not far from them.
"It looks like the best place to go" he said.
"So that's where we're going!" she said putting the compass back in his pocket.
She takes her wand out, and starts to swish and flick.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" she said.
First nothing happen, but then slowly he starts to rise above the ground.
"It works!" she said surprised.
He didn't say anything, trying to presses down his pain. She holds him with her free hand, afraid the charm won't work for long. With him floating in the air, he's a lot easier and less heavy to carry. Carefully she walks to the cave. The path starts to get slippery because of the rain. Finally they reach the cave and go inside it. It's not a very comfortable place, but that's the best they can have for now. She slowly put him down near a big rock where he can lean on it.
"Now, what can we do?" she asked herself.
She starts to collect the twigs and things to burn it to make fire. After it's enough, she put it all together and set it on fire with charm. Satisfied with her works, she sits next to him.
"Are you feeling warmer?" she asked.
"Not really, but thanks. You must be cold also… you're soaking wet!" he said with a weak smile.
"That's okay. It's you we have to worry about" she said.
She takes his torned robe off him, and starts to clean his wounds with her hankie. She gently rubs his cheek trying to clean the blood. He shudder when she touches his wounds.
"I'm sorry, it must have been hurt" she said.
"That's okay, you're a good nurse. You should replace madam Pomfrey after she retires!" he said trying to laugh. But instead of laugh, he's coughing.
"Easy, it's not the perfect time to tell jokes" she said.
"Okay ma'am!" he said.
"I have to clean those big cuts on your shoulder, so you need to take off your shirt. Is it okay with you?" she asked carefully.
"Sure, do whatever you want to do" he answered.
She helps him taking his shirt off, revealing a broad and strong shoulder of him. On it's left side, there's a big cut, still bleeding. She wipes out the blood from it, and then ripe the under of her robe to use it as a bandage. She bandages the wound with it around his arm.
"Now, what we need to fix is your broken leg. Which leg is it?" she continued.
"The right one" he said.
Besides broken, it was bleeding because of the cuts and bruises. She cleans all the blood from it. She found two twigs and transformed it into stiff boards. She put it between his broken leg, and tight it around with another rip from her robe.
"Now, there! Feeling better?" she asked.
"Yes, but your robe.." he said.
"Nah… don't worry bout that. I still have another one" she said smiling.
"Thank you, Naire… I feel like I don't deserve your kindness. I mean after all I've done to you" he said gratefully.
"And what exactly have you done to me?" She asked smiling.
"Well, you know…." He said.
"What? Is it the times when you always found a way to make my life miserable, back in first grade? Or is it second grade? No wait… I believes it continues till the third, fourth, fifth, and not to forget sixth grade!" she laughs.
"Am I that bad?" he asked.
"Sometimes. Remember the first time we met on the train?" she asked.
"How can I forget! That's the very first day of our lifetime feud! But you have to admit, it was funny though" he laughs.
"Yeah, funny for you! I have to cut my long hair short because of you. That sticky thing won't got off my hair! I need a whole year to grew it to my normal length" she said.
"But you got back to me equally. The very next week you tight my shoes string together in potions, and when Snape told me to brought it to him, I tripped and spilled all the potions to his body! That's the first detention I had" he said.
"You deserved it" she said.
"Thank God we're not in the same house. Could you imagine what other disasters we could've done for the past 7 years?" he asked.
"Six" she said.
"What?" he asked.
"Six years. I don't want to include this year, because I'm having a great time" she answered.
"A great time? With this detention?" he asked again surprised.
"If you put it that way, no. But having this detention together has brought me to a new perception of you. I mean, I know that we still fight once in a while, but it's different. We fought not because we hated each other, but.." she stopped.
"But what?" he asked, waiting for her to continue.
"Oh, nothing… I forgot what I want to say" she said again blushing.
"Okay" he said.
Did I almost tell him that I love him? I hope he didn't realize anything, she thought.
Did she think what I thought she was thinking? There's no way she could've think about it. She doesn't love me, remind yourself, Oliver! He thought.
"Look, Naire… I'm really sorry about….the kiss" he continued breaking the silence.
She doesn't say a word.
"Naire… are you mad at me because of that?" he asked again.
"No, Oliver. I'm sorry, too. That's my fault. I should've never, I mean never did that!" she said.
"Really?" he asked again.
"Yes" she answered.
They were silent again.
"Good, so it's clear. Let's be a good friend now. No more fighting?" he said.
"Okay" she smiles.
Good, now we're good friends! Way to go Oliver, you just threw away the love of your life for good, he thought.
Good friends? Is that what he really wants from me? Good friends, there's no way I could be a good friend, not when I'm still in love with him. Guys and girls do not make good friends. But, if that's what he wants, that's what he gets, she thought sadly.
"So… do you think we'll ever get out safe from here?" he asked.
"I'm sure someone will realize we're missing. Maybe not tonight, maybe tomorrow" she said.
"Yeah… and I remember that Ethan always waited for you after the detention, right?" he asked again.
"Yes, but…what's he got to do with it?" she asked back.
"Well, he'll be the first person who will realize that you're missing" he said.
"I guess you're right…. But maybe he'll realize tomorrow morning" she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, remember that night….when we kissed.. he went to the dungeon finding only you after I ran away and you told him that I was sick. He would probably think the same way tonight when he doesn't find me in the dungeon" she explained.
"Just hope he misses you a lot and he's dying to see you immediately .. then he'll realize you're missing" he said.
"And maybe Angelina will realize, too" she said.
"Yeah" he said.
Great, now we're talking about our girlfriend and boyfriend. We are best friends now. Great! He thought.
Ethan… he's the last person on my mind right now. All I can think of now is Oliver's beautiful brown eyes, Oliver's broad shoulders, Oliver's thick dark hair, everything about Oliver, she thought.
"By the way, you haven't told me what happened? People don't fall off a cliff as a hobby" she asked.
"Well, I was walking… and singing" he smiled.
"And?"
"I searched in every corner, and when I searched behind this big tree, I thought I could find it there. But there's nothing behind the tree, I mean nothing… not even a place to stand on. I guess that tree is on the edge of the cliff" he explained then stopped to catch his breath.
"So, you fell…." She said.
"Yes. Not a very good one though…the last time I fell I didn't get a broken leg!" he smiled.
"Hey, don't joke about it! It's good that you didn't get more than a broken leg" she said.
It keeps raining hard, there's no sign it's going to stop. Naire is holding tight to the rest of her robe, covering herself in it. She looks at him, and realizes… he's sick, he's cold, and he doesn't have a robe to prevent the cold breeze. She takes her robe off and covers him with it.
"You don't need to do that" he said surprised.
"You need it more than I do, do not argue with me, okay?" she insist.
"Okay" he said.
She hugs herself tight, now without her robe to warmth her, she can feel the cold air playing with her skin. But she doesn't care, she'll do anything for Oliver, even if it makes her suffer. At time like this, he needs all the help he can get, and she's the one who's here to help him.
He looks at her with amazement. Heaven must have sent him an angel, the most beautiful angel that God have. And He sent her just for him, only for him. She looks so small and fragile, but yet she looks strong and courageous. It is like there's a heavenly light surrounds her. And there's no way he could let this beautiful angel feel any pain, not now, not never. There's only one thing to do.
"Naire, if you want to… we can use this robe together. It'll be warmer" he said slowly.
She just looks at him, surprised. He waits for her reaction fretfully, but still she just sits there staring at him through his eyes. I shouldn't have said that, now she's afraid of me, he thought regretted it. But suddenly she smiles, and to his surprise again, she slid over to him.
"Is it okay with you?" she asked taking a seat next to him, very close to him.
"No… I mean.. yes, it's okay" he answered nervously.
"You're right, it's warmer this way. Not that this robe is big enough for both of us, but it's warmer" she said again.
He rested his arm around her shoulder, but she flinches.
"I'm sorry! I don't mean to do that" he said pulling his arm.
"No, that's okay…." She said blushing.
"Are you sure?" he asked again.
"Positive" she answered.
"Okay, then" he said placing his arm again slowly around her slender shoulder.
Oh God! I can't believe I'm doing this! I don't know why, but when he asked and look at me, I just couldn't resist it. And when he put his arm around me, all I want is to be closer to him… feeling his warmth, she thought.
I can't believe it! Now she's on my arm, it feels so good. I can smell her sweet coconut shampoo, and her soft cheek on my chest, he thought.
"Oliver, what will happen to us?" she suddenly asked.
"Wha… what do you mean by that?" he asked her back.
"I mean, what if no one will find us here?" she asked again.
"Oh.. that.. don't worry, someone will find us. Hogwarts is full with the greatest wizards and witches… they will find us" he answered.
"Well, the last person I want to find us is Snape… I'd better be lost again than having him furiously angry at us… again!" she said.
"If he's the one who find us first, we'll wish that we're missing again" he laughs.
"And he'll give us another detention, because the Death Potion was ruined, and we have to start all over again" she said.
"You're right" he sighed.
Silent.
"I never like rain…" she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Something bad always happens when it's raining" she answered.
"Like now, for example?" he asked.
"Not just now, but more" she explained.
"I don't get it" he said confused.
"Well, for example when I was 8 my cat died, and it's raining. When I was 9 I lost my necklace, and guess what? It's raining also!" she said.
"Is that it?" he asked.
"No, there's something else… at my first year at Hogwarts, my mother got sick"
He doesn't say a word, letting her to continue her story.
"I prayed everyday for her to be healthy… and I wrote a letter for her almost everyday. She always wrote back the day after, telling me that she's getting well, thanks to my praying. But then one day just like usual, I wrote her a letter, probably the longest letter I've ever wrote to her. In my letter I told her that I love her so much, that I misses her laughs, her cooking… and everything" she stopped for a while.
"I waited for her reply the next day, but it didn't come. I thought it was because my letter was too long, so she needed time to write the reply. So I waited and waited… but it never came" she continued letting a single tear fall from her eyes.
"What happened?" he asked gently.
"A week later I received a letter, but not from her. It's from my father…. He told me in the letter…that…." She stopped again, tears are running on her cheeks.
"You don't have to continue Naire, if you don't want too" he said wiping her tears with his hand.
"No, I want to continue, please" she said.
"Okay" he said.
"In his letter he told me that…. She passed away… on the day she received my letter. He wrote that she died holding my letter" she cries again.
"I'm so sorry Naire" he said.
"He didn't want me to know it at that time,.. so he waited for a week to tell me… I hated him so much for doing that. I wanted to be on her side on her last days… I wanted to tell her that I love her, not just from a letter… but then he told me… she was smiling when she passed away, holding my letter. Her last word was not to tell me immediately, but wait for things to calm down first, and she told him to tell me that she really loves me too. I cried and cried reading his letter.. and… it was raining the whole week" she said.
"I never knew.." he said.
"Of course you never knew, you're to busy irritating me back then" she said.
"I'm sorry Naire, for not being there… not helping you. I'm so sorry" he said hugging her.
She cries.
"Sshh.. it's okay. Cry as much as you want" he whispered in her ear.
"I love her so much, Oliver… so much!" she whispered.
"I know.." he said calming her down.
She cries harder, buried her self in his shoulder. He holds her tight in his arms.
"Thank you, Oliver… aishiteru" she whispered under her running breath.
He doesn't know what that means, but he doesn't want to questioning her, not now.