A/N: This is short, and I don't expect many reviews.but I needed to do something! I was really busy today and wanted to give everyone a taste. This is why it's rated pg-13!

This isn't real. And yet, when I open my eyes again, Oliver is still there. I am rendered completely helpless in the moment. It was so simple. So pure. All I can do is sigh. His fingers fit nicely with mine. The light kisses that he plants on the back of my hand tickle me slightly.

I looked around the room and saw Fred and George sitting behind a large book, reading it. Only the book is upside down and they are watching me over the top of the book, eyebrows raised. I see Percy polishing his Head Boy badge (again) but I can see that he, too, is watching from the badges reflection.

When I close my eyes again, all I can hear is the soft smacking of Oliver's lips whenever he kisses the back of my hand. Suddenly, my stomach growls. I take my arms from his hands, to read my watch. I had been lying on him for nearing ten minutes. It was time for dinner.

I sat up and stood up. I extended a hand to Oliver, to help him up. He lazily got up and didn't let go of my hand for a few seconds. "Dinner," was all I said.

He stood where I had left him, not moving. We had been moving so slowly, laying around that it seemed so sudden that Oliver was wide awake. "Uh..." he trailed off. I turned around and tried tugging on his hand again to get him to follow me, but his feet remained planted.

"Honestly, what the problem?" I asked.

"I...er...nothing," he said.

"Then come on," I beckoned.

"I...er...left something in the locker room!!" he exclaimed. He still looked panicked. For the millionth time, I was completely confused by him.

"Ok...want me to come with--"

"NO!" he cut me off, loudly. I gave him a look, and he tried to recover, "Um..er...I mean, that's OK....you go and eat something. I wont be long."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Yes, Captain."

He gave me a short smirk. I turned around to go through the portrait hole. Then turned around again. He straightened up as soon as I turned around, from whatever he was doing. He still hadn't moved from that spot.

Before passing through the portrait hole I exclaimed over my shoulder, and he straightened up one more time, "You. Are. So. Odd!"

I went down to the Great Hall. I got evil glares from younger girls. Even more than usual. I couldn't imagine why. "Oh, dry up!", I said to one of them.

When I got to my seat, Fred and George were grinning at me. I gave them a look and started on my meal that appeared before me. When I looked up again, they were still grinning at me. "What?" I asked.

They just chuckled and began eating their dinners. After a minute or so George threw down his fork with a clatter and placed his chin on his hands. "So," he began. "Where's Ollie?"

"Shuttup," I said and chucked a piece of bread roll at him.

"So are you two an item now?" asked Fred. This question struck me like being hit by a Whomping Willow, not that I would know what the feels like. I never even thought of that. We really didn't do anything, Oliver and I. I guess it was just a sweet moment that we shared. It's just a crush. Right?

"No," I stated simply. George looked at me like I had horns coming out of my head.

"Then what was all that business in the common room?"

"What, doesn't he do that with every girl? Alisa, for example?"

Fred said, "Nah. I don't think he really liked her. He was always complaining about how he couldn't talk to other girls."

"Like you, for instance," said George. I hate hearing about someone's feelings through someone else.

Then our conversation turned to Quidditch. Harry's Nimbus was smashed by the Willow. Then I realized that had left my Nimbus model broom in my locker. I have a Nimbus Stratus. I wanted to get it so I could repair fibers that went wayward during the match. I got up to go to the locker room. I didn't think Oliver would mind me being there.

I went into the locker room and opened my locker. There was my broom, in all it's glory, muddy and messy. I took it out and examined it closely. Brooms are a Quidditch players best friend.

I was about to go when I heard running water. I supposed that someone had left the shower running from before. Same boys shower. I walked up to it and saw shadows cast on the shower curtain. Someone was inside. It was Oliver.

I smirked to myself. I wasn't really surprised that he was there. Anything to do with Quidditch...But one thing didn't seem right. There was no steam coming from the shower stall. I reached down and touched one finger to the water that flowed steadily to the drain in the middle of the shower hall.

I jumped back quickly and even stifled a squeal. The water was ice cold! He was taking a cold shower! Adrenaline pumped through me and tried tip-toeing out of the locker rooms, unnoticed.

He shut the showers off. I opened the door into the main school. The door squeaked. I heard a gruff "What the---" from the showers and heard footsteps.

If he caught me that would be it! I would be done for. I ran out of the room, not waiting another second and sprinted down the hall with my broom as fast as my little feet could carry me.

I came into the common room, and didn't stop to talk to anyone. I threw my broom on the ground and paced the dorm. I couldn't sit still.

I don't know how to feel about this. Head on lap...wouldn't come to dinner...wouldn't move...locker room....not letting me come to locker room...shower....COLD shower...AHHHHH! It makes sense! Oh my frikin' gosh.

I thought, 'Maybe that's why they call him Wood.'

I snickered to myself. He's right, I'm a funny kid.

Disclaimer: Me no own it!

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