A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter, but I won't be able to update for a while and I thought I'd just submit what I had. Thanks for the nice reviews!
The remainder of the train ride was (unfortunately) uneventful for Bailey, on the Oliver front anyway. There was a little run-in with dementors, but all Bailey felt was a brief chill. She just figured it was Oliver-induced. Since the near-kiss early on she had little control over her body's reaction to outside stimuli.
Example:
At around 1:00 Oliver got up to go in search of what he referred to as his "platoon," but when he opened the door he was shoved right back into the compartment by—
"Oliver! We've been looking all over for you two!"
"Come now, you know snogging isn't allowed on the train."
"George, hush! Bailey's gone as red as your hair!"
Bailey had indeed gone red, but not from George's comment. When all five of the holy terrors burst in, Oliver was shoved down next to her; well, more like on top of her, as she'd been half-laying on the bench. With Oliver's head half lost in her chest, her face indeed became flushed, not from embarrassment, but more from… arousal?
For Christ's sake, Bailey, control yourself! He's just a boy! This isn't the first time you've been this close to a boy! (Ah, but it's the first time you've been this close to this boy.)
This boy… How was Oliver Wood, captain of Gryffindor's quidditch team, star keeper, seventh-year student Oliver Wood any different from any other boy Bailey had been attracted to? Sure he had a sexy accent, but so did the Australian muggle surfer she dated between fifth and sixth year. Sure he had absolutely perfect skin that she could just sink her teeth into, but so did the Head Boy she'd fooled around with the previous year. Sure he had a great ass, but so did… well, so did everyone Bailey gave a second glance. For the life of her she couldn't place what it was, but at that moment, with their bodies pressed together and their breath coming in near-gasps, something about Oliver Wood made her want rip off his clothes and ravage him right there, viewing audience be damned. The feeling was wonderful and sensuous and absolutely dreadful.
This was the agony that Bailey endured for the approximately nine-hour train ride to Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
After such a test of will power, she knew she was ready for anything the sorting hat decided to throw her way.