Oliver's Room:
When Oliver got to his room, his fireplace was lit and the room was warm. He went in, and sat in a chair near the fire. He was thinking about how much his life had changed in the past few weeks. He goes from one day being happy as a clam playing Quidditch, then BOOM, he's injured and can never play again. Then he gets healed. He goes from being a better keeper of his heart then his goal posts to in love with a girl he just met, but feels like he's known forever. But he couldn't think about all this now, the girl he is in love with was waiting for him to come back so they could pick up where they left off, and Oliver liked where they left off.
Oliver stood up and went into his bathroom, which was lit by the gauntlets on the walls. He turned on the water in the shower, to give it time to warm up. He took off his clothes, and got in.
He only took about fifteen minutes in the shower, then got out, refreshed, and energized. He toweled off then put on a pair of his boxers and went back into his room to get the rest of his clothes.
He pulled out a pair of red plaid pajama pants and white sleeveless shirt that he had heard muggles call a "wife beater" before. 'What a strange name for something', He thought.
He put on his clothes, then went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Then, after he did some deep breathing to clear his thoughts, he left to go see Sarah.
Sarah's Room:
Sarah went into her bathroom and turned on the shower water. She was about to take off her clothes, when she saw herself in the mirror. All her life she had helped others and never gotten anything in return. That was who she was, a servant to others. Then, this guy comes along and messes that up by falling in love with her. But wait, how can you mess up something that you were already unhappy with? As much as she never wanted to be hurt, she still felt an empty place in her heart. That place had been getting a bit fuller within the past few days that she had been with Oliver. Could this be, did she love him back? That thought scared and excited her at the same time.
At that moment Sarah realized that she couldn't see herself in the mirror anymore because the room had filled with steam from the shower. She smiled, then got undressed and got into the shower while turning on the cold water a bit. Sarah's Shower didn't take more than about ten minutes; she never was one to take long showers. She thought it was a waste of time.
When she got out and got dry, she put on a matching pajama set that was a blue pair of shorts and tank top that had moons and stars on them. While brushing her teeth, she saw herself again in the mirror with her wet hair.
"Well that just won't do." She said to herself. Then said an incantation that made her hair dry instantly. She then quickly braided it and left the bathroom. She went over and stood in front of the fire for warmth and got lost in the way the flames looked while they aimlessly flickered to and fro.
Oliver didn't knock because the door was slightly ajar. When he opened the door, he saw Sarah in front of the fire. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Sarah didn't hear Oliver come in, so when he touched her she gasped and jumped a little.
"Shh, it's me." Oliver said reassuringly, but with a small laugh.
She turned around in his arms to face him. "Don't do that, I hate it when people sneak up on me." She said relieved.
"I'm sorry." He said, kissing her forehead.
"It's ok." As she said that, she noticed the shirt he was wearing. She had never seen his whole arm before, nor had she realized just how built he was. His arms were strong and his muscles were big and firm. His chest was like a rock wall and his abs were like a washboard.
"Nice shirt." she said finally looking up at him.
"Yours too." While she had been surveying him, he had been observing her. Her tank top was slightly lower then the shirts she usually wears, allowing Oliver to see a little of her cleavage. He had never noticed her chest before. It was bigger then average girl's, seeing as how most girls at Hogwarts didn't have much of anything, but not too big. In Oliver's mind this feature made her body even more beautiful then it already was, if that was possible.
Sarah shivered. Oliver had left the door open letting in a draft.
"Here..." Oliver turned Sarah around so she would face the fire again and walked with her closer to it.
"I'll go close the door." Oliver then jogged over to the door and closed it.
When he came back, he noticed Sarah's hair was braided. This was the first time he had ever seen it put up, and he decided that he didn't like it. So he did something about it. He reached up and took out the band that was holding the bottom together.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Sarah asked playfully.
"It looks better down." He said running his fingers through her hair, unbraiding it. He leaned closer to her, closed his eyes, and breathed in her hairs sent, it smelled like tropical coconut. Something Sarah didn't know was that Oliver had a soft spot for girl's hair, this was probably his favorite feature on a girl.
"Your hair smells sooo good." He said softly.
"Is that so?"
"Let me make sure." He said leaning in closer and smelling again. It smelled even more edible the second time.
"Yup, it's good."
Sarah giggled.
Just then there was a scratching at her balcony doors. This alarmed Oliver.
"Ooh, don't worry, it' just Midnight." She said walking over to her doors, about to open them.
"What?" Oliver said confused.
"Midnight, my owl." She said opening the doors letting the owl sore into her room and land on her desk.
"Ooh." Oliver said understandingly.
Sarah walked over to Midnight and took the letter from her. She gave her a treat form her desk drawer. Midnight squealed with delight and took off out the door again.
Sarah sat down and opened the letter, while Oliver walked over and closed the doors behind Midnight.
When Oliver turned around, Sarah had a sad look on her face.
"What is it?" Oliver said fearfully.
"...I need to talk to you." Sarah said unhappily.
"Come." She said, taking his hand and leading him to her bed.
"Oow...I like this." He said raising his eyebrows.
"Sit down." She said in a somewhat surprised voice, as if she thought he wasn't going to think that way.
They both sat on the edge of the bed.
"Well...umm.." Sarah looked down at the bed at a loss for words.
Oliver reached down and brought her face up, looking into her eyes.
"What is it? You can tell me." He said encouraging her.
"Just before we had dinner tonight, I sent a letter to my grandfather, informing him that I was successful in healing you. I always do that, so I didn't really think much of it."
"Ok...and?..." Oliver didn't know what this had to do with anything.
"That was his reply," She said pointing to the letter on her desk.
"He...he said, that he will be sending a carriage for you tomorrow."
"Ooh...I see." Oliver said miserably.
"Oh Oliver, I wouldn't have sent him the letter if I would have known you would be leaving tomorrow." She said, almost defending her actions.
"It's ok, I had to leave sometime, right?"
"I guess so." She said sadly.
There was a sad pause. Neither of them really wanted him to leave.
Oliver broke the silence.
"Well, since this is our last night together, we should make it count." Oliver leaned forward to kiss her.
Sarah's heart beat quickened with an acute panic.
"Oliver wait." She said as she almost gasped. Things were moving too fast for her.
Almost as though he could read her thoughts, he said "I know, you're not ready, neither am I. We'll go slow, and we won't go far."
She calmed down a great deal, "I love how understanding you are." she said, leaning over and kissing him. Oliver returned the kiss. Then, he leaned forward, causing Sarah to lie down on the bed. He was on top of her. Oliver put most of his weight on his hands and knees, as too not hurt her.
After about thirty minutes of the most amazing kissing, they lay on Sarah's bed tired, and fulfilled. Both felt completely happy just kissing and didn't feel the need to take it any further. Sarah was laying next to Oliver with her head on with chest, listening to his heartbeat. He had both arm holding her close.
"Are you tired?" Sarah said softly, and sleepily.
"Yeah." Oliver said opening his eyes, not realizing he had closed them.
"Me too...why don't you sleep here tonight? Seeing as how it is our last night together."
Oliver looked down at Sarah, surprised. Sarah looked up and smiled.
"Ok." Oliver said nodding. He knew that this was a sign that her feelings for him had grown. Or if they hadn't grown, she was just able to show them more.
With that, Sarah crawled under the covers while Oliver took off his shirt, and joined her.
She lay down on her side with Oliver's arm under her head. He was directly behind her, pushed up against her, with his arm around her stomach holding her close.
"Goodnight Sarah." Oliver whispered in her ear, not sure if she had already fallen asleep or not.
"Night Oliver."
"Oliver?" Sarah whispered a few minutes later.
"Yeah?" He was on the verge of sleep, with his eyes still closed.
"I love you." she said faintly and whole-heartedly.
"I love you too." Oliver said, pulling her closer. She too snuggled a little bit closer.
They both drifted off to sleep, completely happy.
When Oliver got to his room, his fireplace was lit and the room was warm. He went in, and sat in a chair near the fire. He was thinking about how much his life had changed in the past few weeks. He goes from one day being happy as a clam playing Quidditch, then BOOM, he's injured and can never play again. Then he gets healed. He goes from being a better keeper of his heart then his goal posts to in love with a girl he just met, but feels like he's known forever. But he couldn't think about all this now, the girl he is in love with was waiting for him to come back so they could pick up where they left off, and Oliver liked where they left off.
Oliver stood up and went into his bathroom, which was lit by the gauntlets on the walls. He turned on the water in the shower, to give it time to warm up. He took off his clothes, and got in.
He only took about fifteen minutes in the shower, then got out, refreshed, and energized. He toweled off then put on a pair of his boxers and went back into his room to get the rest of his clothes.
He pulled out a pair of red plaid pajama pants and white sleeveless shirt that he had heard muggles call a "wife beater" before. 'What a strange name for something', He thought.
He put on his clothes, then went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Then, after he did some deep breathing to clear his thoughts, he left to go see Sarah.
Sarah's Room:
Sarah went into her bathroom and turned on the shower water. She was about to take off her clothes, when she saw herself in the mirror. All her life she had helped others and never gotten anything in return. That was who she was, a servant to others. Then, this guy comes along and messes that up by falling in love with her. But wait, how can you mess up something that you were already unhappy with? As much as she never wanted to be hurt, she still felt an empty place in her heart. That place had been getting a bit fuller within the past few days that she had been with Oliver. Could this be, did she love him back? That thought scared and excited her at the same time.
At that moment Sarah realized that she couldn't see herself in the mirror anymore because the room had filled with steam from the shower. She smiled, then got undressed and got into the shower while turning on the cold water a bit. Sarah's Shower didn't take more than about ten minutes; she never was one to take long showers. She thought it was a waste of time.
When she got out and got dry, she put on a matching pajama set that was a blue pair of shorts and tank top that had moons and stars on them. While brushing her teeth, she saw herself again in the mirror with her wet hair.
"Well that just won't do." She said to herself. Then said an incantation that made her hair dry instantly. She then quickly braided it and left the bathroom. She went over and stood in front of the fire for warmth and got lost in the way the flames looked while they aimlessly flickered to and fro.
Oliver didn't knock because the door was slightly ajar. When he opened the door, he saw Sarah in front of the fire. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Sarah didn't hear Oliver come in, so when he touched her she gasped and jumped a little.
"Shh, it's me." Oliver said reassuringly, but with a small laugh.
She turned around in his arms to face him. "Don't do that, I hate it when people sneak up on me." She said relieved.
"I'm sorry." He said, kissing her forehead.
"It's ok." As she said that, she noticed the shirt he was wearing. She had never seen his whole arm before, nor had she realized just how built he was. His arms were strong and his muscles were big and firm. His chest was like a rock wall and his abs were like a washboard.
"Nice shirt." she said finally looking up at him.
"Yours too." While she had been surveying him, he had been observing her. Her tank top was slightly lower then the shirts she usually wears, allowing Oliver to see a little of her cleavage. He had never noticed her chest before. It was bigger then average girl's, seeing as how most girls at Hogwarts didn't have much of anything, but not too big. In Oliver's mind this feature made her body even more beautiful then it already was, if that was possible.
Sarah shivered. Oliver had left the door open letting in a draft.
"Here..." Oliver turned Sarah around so she would face the fire again and walked with her closer to it.
"I'll go close the door." Oliver then jogged over to the door and closed it.
When he came back, he noticed Sarah's hair was braided. This was the first time he had ever seen it put up, and he decided that he didn't like it. So he did something about it. He reached up and took out the band that was holding the bottom together.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Sarah asked playfully.
"It looks better down." He said running his fingers through her hair, unbraiding it. He leaned closer to her, closed his eyes, and breathed in her hairs sent, it smelled like tropical coconut. Something Sarah didn't know was that Oliver had a soft spot for girl's hair, this was probably his favorite feature on a girl.
"Your hair smells sooo good." He said softly.
"Is that so?"
"Let me make sure." He said leaning in closer and smelling again. It smelled even more edible the second time.
"Yup, it's good."
Sarah giggled.
Just then there was a scratching at her balcony doors. This alarmed Oliver.
"Ooh, don't worry, it' just Midnight." She said walking over to her doors, about to open them.
"What?" Oliver said confused.
"Midnight, my owl." She said opening the doors letting the owl sore into her room and land on her desk.
"Ooh." Oliver said understandingly.
Sarah walked over to Midnight and took the letter from her. She gave her a treat form her desk drawer. Midnight squealed with delight and took off out the door again.
Sarah sat down and opened the letter, while Oliver walked over and closed the doors behind Midnight.
When Oliver turned around, Sarah had a sad look on her face.
"What is it?" Oliver said fearfully.
"...I need to talk to you." Sarah said unhappily.
"Come." She said, taking his hand and leading him to her bed.
"Oow...I like this." He said raising his eyebrows.
"Sit down." She said in a somewhat surprised voice, as if she thought he wasn't going to think that way.
They both sat on the edge of the bed.
"Well...umm.." Sarah looked down at the bed at a loss for words.
Oliver reached down and brought her face up, looking into her eyes.
"What is it? You can tell me." He said encouraging her.
"Just before we had dinner tonight, I sent a letter to my grandfather, informing him that I was successful in healing you. I always do that, so I didn't really think much of it."
"Ok...and?..." Oliver didn't know what this had to do with anything.
"That was his reply," She said pointing to the letter on her desk.
"He...he said, that he will be sending a carriage for you tomorrow."
"Ooh...I see." Oliver said miserably.
"Oh Oliver, I wouldn't have sent him the letter if I would have known you would be leaving tomorrow." She said, almost defending her actions.
"It's ok, I had to leave sometime, right?"
"I guess so." She said sadly.
There was a sad pause. Neither of them really wanted him to leave.
Oliver broke the silence.
"Well, since this is our last night together, we should make it count." Oliver leaned forward to kiss her.
Sarah's heart beat quickened with an acute panic.
"Oliver wait." She said as she almost gasped. Things were moving too fast for her.
Almost as though he could read her thoughts, he said "I know, you're not ready, neither am I. We'll go slow, and we won't go far."
She calmed down a great deal, "I love how understanding you are." she said, leaning over and kissing him. Oliver returned the kiss. Then, he leaned forward, causing Sarah to lie down on the bed. He was on top of her. Oliver put most of his weight on his hands and knees, as too not hurt her.
After about thirty minutes of the most amazing kissing, they lay on Sarah's bed tired, and fulfilled. Both felt completely happy just kissing and didn't feel the need to take it any further. Sarah was laying next to Oliver with her head on with chest, listening to his heartbeat. He had both arm holding her close.
"Are you tired?" Sarah said softly, and sleepily.
"Yeah." Oliver said opening his eyes, not realizing he had closed them.
"Me too...why don't you sleep here tonight? Seeing as how it is our last night together."
Oliver looked down at Sarah, surprised. Sarah looked up and smiled.
"Ok." Oliver said nodding. He knew that this was a sign that her feelings for him had grown. Or if they hadn't grown, she was just able to show them more.
With that, Sarah crawled under the covers while Oliver took off his shirt, and joined her.
She lay down on her side with Oliver's arm under her head. He was directly behind her, pushed up against her, with his arm around her stomach holding her close.
"Goodnight Sarah." Oliver whispered in her ear, not sure if she had already fallen asleep or not.
"Night Oliver."
"Oliver?" Sarah whispered a few minutes later.
"Yeah?" He was on the verge of sleep, with his eyes still closed.
"I love you." she said faintly and whole-heartedly.
"I love you too." Oliver said, pulling her closer. She too snuggled a little bit closer.
They both drifted off to sleep, completely happy.