.:*Yes, I took too long to update. I finished and typed this chapter instead of sleeping after staying up all night. Be happy.*:.

.:*Oh, and the spells Oliver uses...I wrote that bit when I couldn't get online to look up Latin words. Vanivean is a mix of the words vanish and leave. Reapperive is a mix of the words appear, return, and arrive. Fun fun.*:.

Chapter 16 - Intuition

"Welcome to my dormitory," Oliver said as a portrait of Hogwarts' first house teams swung open slowly.

Ada stepped inside. The ceiling was low but the room was very wide. In the far right corner was a doorway. A tapestry of crossing broomsticks hung over it. It was fringed at the bottom. The floor was a smooth light grey marble. Sconces shaped as Golden Snitches lit the walls. Various trophies and medal resided in a large display case to the left. A marble fireplace to match the floor was adorned with intricate figurines and models. Astonishing detail carved into it framed a perfect fire. Tapestries lined the walls in brilliant colour. A heavy carpet, showing a bird's-eye-view of a Quidditch Pitch, covered the floor in front of the fireplace.

"Brilliant," Ada gasped as she spun around slowly, observing everything.

Oliver smiled, "This is only the sitting room...study...thing...amabob. The bedroom is my favourite part."

Ada smirked and muttered under her breath, "Yeah, I bet it is."

"Pardon?"

"Nothing," Ada smiled.

Ada watched as Oliver walked over to the doorway in the far right corner. He pulled the tapestry back and motioned for Ada to proceed. She walked in and her jaw dropped. The room was circular; they were in a tower. Open windows lined the walls. Ada felt as if she was flying. All she saw outside the windows were clouds. She walked over to the window and looked out. She had a perfect view of the Quidditch Pitch. Ada turned her attention back to the room. A spiral staircase led to a loft-type area. The black floor shimmered with glints of silver, closely resembling the beautiful marvel of the night sky. There was a large desk that fit the room's curve perfectly. Organised stacks of paper sat atop it along with writing utensils and other various instruments. There were small but elegant bookshelves sitting next to plush and welcoming chairs. Ada began to travel up the spiraling staircase, noting that windows had been carved into every inch of wall space.

"Why isn't there a breeze coming from outside?" she asked, bemused.

"It's just a spell. It's sort of like the glass is invisible but not really since there's no glass at all. It's hard to explain," Oliver answered, still smiling at Ada's awe of his room.

Ada reached the loft area. There was a round bed, lavished with pillows and posh blankets. Ada plopped onto the bed. The silk sheets and soft pillows engulfed her, molding around every curve of her body. When she noticed what was above her, she became highly interested.

"There's no ceiling!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, it's there. It should become visible soon since the sun is coming up."

"So...it vanishes at night?"

"Erm...somewhat. Like the windows, it's there, but you can't see it."

"Is it like the Great Hall?"

"Not really. It's not bewitched to look like the sky. It allows you to see the actual sky while still providing shelter. It's beautiful when it rains. You'll have to see what it looks like."

Ada stood and walked to the center of the room, obviously thinking about something. "Open the windows," she said.

"All of them?"

She nodded. Oliver raised an eyebrow and shrugged, pulling out his wand. "Vanivean," he spoke, drawing a circle with his wand and crossing it out.

A faint whistling began on the lower level and quickly traveled closer towards Oliver and Ada. The whistling vanished and a large gust of wind followed. It spun around the circular room, moving like a cyclone but knocking over nothing. It only stirred things gently. Ada, standing in the middle, wasn't touched by the current. She watched as it blew everything to the right. Oliver carefully made his way next to her. He took her hand in his and watched with her.

"It's amazing how you can almost see the wind," she finally said.

Oliver looked at her. She was beautiful. Her hair was slightly stirred by the revolving current. Her blue-green eyes twinkled with fascination as she watched the wind. Her lips were a soft pink. Her skin like porcelain. Oliver turned her to him gently. They stared into each other's eyes. Chocolate swirled with turquoise in a quick electric moment. Oliver ran his fingers across Ada's cheek. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. The wind's howl grew louder; the sky got more blue. Ada wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck. He held her face gently as he kissed her. Ada felt more love, more passion, more fire in his kiss. Silent words were spoken between the two. At last, they slowly pulled away. Ada opened her eyes. Oliver had disappeared. Bewildered, she called for him.

"Oliver? Come on, you little bugger, stop playing around. You sure know how to ruin a mood quickly. Where'd you go?"

Ada leaned over the banister and looked down. Oliver was nowhere to be found. She searched his entire dormitory. When she reached for the bathroom's doorknob, it turned. Oliver was there but he held the door open only enough for Ada to see him and nothing else. Ada gasped in surprise.

"How'd you get away so quickly?" she asked, pushing on the door.

Oliver held it firmly so it didn't move. Ada looked at him curiously. He smiled faintly and said, "Just a little trick of mine." He squeezed through the door, shutting and locking it behind him.

Ada grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the circular room. The wind was screaming madly, almost as if it were upset.

"Close the windows!" Ada yelled over the noise.

Oliver stuttered as if he didn't know the spell, "Erm...I seem to have forgotten the closing charm! I'm sure it's written down here somewhere! Help me look for it!"

Ada paused and stared at him quizzically but began to look through papers and books. Oliver disappeared once more and returned slightly out of breath, straightening his robes.

"I remember now!" he called to Ada who only stared, "Reapperive!" Oliver repeated his wand movement as before, only he seemed a little self conscious. The screaming wind stopped at once. Oliver walked over to Ada. She stared into his eyes expecting the warm and thoughtful gaze she admired greatly but all her eyes met was a cold and distant stare. Ada suddenly thought of Malfoy. She could see his chilled, silver eyes glinting with malice. Ada quickly became uncomfortable and backed away from Oliver. I'm never uncomfortable around Oliver. His eyes have never seemed so...so...Draco... Ada thought.

"Whassamatter?" Oliver asked, holding Ada's shoulders tightly.

"Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine. I think I better be off. I'm a bit tired from last night and I need to be in top condition for the game. I also have to find out who'll be refereeing." Ada stared towards the tapestry doorway.

"Why won't I be refereeing?"

Ada stopped and looked over her shoulder slowly, "You might want to pay a visit to Madame Pompfrey once more. You must've hit your head harder than we thought. I've got to go. I'll see you later." She walked out of the room and over to the portrait hole. As the portrait swung open, she was stopped by Oliver.

"No kiss goodbye?" he asked, cheekily.

Ada shook her head indifferently. "No," she said and turned to walk away.

***

Harry wandered the corridors alone, looking for anything that could give away the entrance to Oliver's dormitory. He had stayed in the common room for as long as he could without feeling like he had to find Ada. He had such an awkward feeling.

"Sorry to interrupt," Harry started, planning out what he would say when he found Oliver's dormitory, "but I er...No, no, no. I guess I could just walk in and call for her. Hopefully there's more than one room. Ah, bloody hell. Wait...what's that?"

Harry stopped at the sound of footsteps coming his way. He waited for them.

***

"Why did his eyes look like that?" Ada whispered to herself, "Why did he act like that? Why did I walk away from him? Oh well, that's a 'duh' question. I walked away because I was uncomfortable. Well...erm...why was I uncomfortable? Because of his eyes, of course. But why the devil were his eyes like that? So cold and distant...Draco...gah. Fucking Malfoy...now he invades my thoughts too? Stop, Ada. Just stop. There's an enormously thick line between Oliver and Draco. They certainly can't be one in the same. It's absurd to have Oliver's eyes remind me of Draco's. Stop thinking about it."

Ada turned the corner and saw Harry. She immediately hushed herself.

"Ada! I'm so glad I found you! Er...you found me...well...I'm so glad to see you," Harry sighed out of relief. A great weight felt like it was lifted from his shoulders.

"Good to see you too, Harry. Were you looking for me?"

"Well...somewhat. I don't know what it was but I--I--" Harry struggled to tell Ada he had been worried about her.

"Why were you worried about me, Harry?"

They both stopped walking and Harry thought it was odd of Ada to know what he was thinking.

"I--I just had this--this feeling like you er...you shouldn't have been with Oliver. I know it's completely stupid but--"

"No. No, I understand. I left abruptly because of him. I'm not quite sure what it was but I felt awkward and I've never felt awkward around Oliver so that made it worse. So I left."

Harry sighed again as they began to walk, "What was it that made it awkward? I--If you don't mind me asking, of course."

Ada stopped once more and stared into Harry's eyes. They were inquisitive, thoughtful, and comforting. "His eyes were cold," she said with the most seriousness and waited for Harry's response. When he didn't respond, Ada took his confusion as another question. "I didn't trust his eyes. They reminded me of Draco's. I don't know how to explain it any more. I just got a bad feeling about him." They began to walk again.

Harry lowered his shoulders. "I see," he said, rubbing his chin, "So, why--"

Ada cut him off, "Can we not talk about this?"

Harry weakly smiled, "Sorry. So...erm...who's the referee for our game?"

"I don't know. I wanted to find out beforehand though. I don't want it to be Snape. I know that put you through quite a state of nervousness your first year and I don't want our first game to be nerve-wrecking."

"Yeah, I agree. He's not the best referee. Biased as hell, he is."

Ada smiled, "You always cheer me up, Harry."

"Nah. Give that credit to Quidditch. That's all we talk about."

"Exactly. We talk about Quidditch. Fred and George poke jokes at me until steam blows from my ears and Emily prods at me until I tell her what's on my mind. Neither is bad but you...you just change the subject, hoping it'll get my mind off of whatever it is that's bothering me. Thanks for that."

Harry smiled. He liked it that Ada always showed him so much respect. Other people might as well just talk to his scar. "You're very welcome."

"So, what's happening in the lass department, then, aye?"

Harry blushed. "I'm not too sure."

Ada smiled and nudged him, "Aw, you can tell me."

"Well..." Harry thought of Ginny.

"Ginny as I thought?"

Harry's head shot up. "How did you--"

"Perceptiveness...the obvious..."

"But...Ron and Hermione don't even see it. Ever since that day she was upset about Malfoy we've had this...I don't know...connection you could say."

"Hmm. Maybe Ron and Hermione are too caught up in each other to notice your fancies."

"But how is it so obvious to you?"

"When you're around her, you get this kind of dominant persona of wanting to show off although you know you don't need to."

"Well...That's a good way of putting it I guess. It's a little awkward though. Ron's sister?"

Ada laughed, "Ron sees Ginny as a baby still. He doesn't want to let go of her. The typical big brother complex. If any guy were to approach Ginny, he'd become extremely protective. I think you'll have it easier, if you ever decide to make a move, because he trusts you already. He give you the regular 'hurt her and you die' speech and it'll take some getting used to but I think you'd be a shoe-in compared to others. Although, I'm not aware of 'others' considering everyone sees Ginny as a baby. Poor girl. No one respects her enough."

Harry nodded in agreement, "I'm not sure...I don't really know what my feelings on the matter are. I'm attracted to her but at the same time, I'm not."

"Right. I know the feeling. I've experienced that. More hate was involved though."

Harry thought about Ada's comment only for a moment before they retreated into their common room. They were both still wearing their Quidditch robes so they made their way up to the dormitories. Harry opened the door and stopped.

"Oh, and Ada," he said, "thanks for the 'sisterly' advice, you could say."

Ada winked and smiled, "Anytime, Harry."