Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Harry or any of his little friends (and enimies). I don't own Elves either, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien,the almighty writer.
Anyway. . . on with the story.
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Chapter 2 - Wise Words and Semi-Insanity
Oliver stared after her, wishing she would grant him a second chance.
"You knew she wouldn't fall into your arms like some love-smitten girl, she's too proud. . . she hasn't changed a bit." he thought to himself, smiling wryly, remembering all the things they did while at Hogwarts together.
That's when she could actually look at him without tears welling up in her deep, golden eyes. It hurt him so much to see her like this, it hurt even more realizing what he did to her.
Snapping out of his reverie he turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had silently observed the whole ordeal.
"That went well." Ron said.
"Oliver, what happened?!" Hermione gasped, still amazed at what just happened.
"Well, it looks like you screwed up." Harry said.
"That's not helping him!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yeah, well. It doesn't matter not a lot of people could help me in this situation." Oliver said grimly.
"All right Wood, you've got our help, now what is it that you're trying to do?" Harry said finally.
"Isn't it obvious? Even I get it! They broke up at the end of their seventh year, four years go by not a word passed between either of them, now he sees her today and falls in love all over again. He goes tells her how he feels and she goes nutters on him!" Ron said exuberantly.
"No, Ron you're taking away from her side of the story, he broke her heart- sorry Oliver but it's true-and now he realized that he's in love with her and she's not one to go and get herself hurt again." Hermione said, nailing the problem on the head.
"Exactly. I knew she'd do this, she has a right to treat me this way, after what I did to her. But, I wasn't thinking straight. I don't even remember what happened. That doesn't matter now, all that matters is that I love her and I know that she still loves me, I just have to get her to show it before she goes mad trying to force herself not to care." Oliver said sitting down with them.
"So all we've got to do is get her to open up." Harry said slowly as if it didn't make sense.
"Yeah, well you know that's a lot harder to do with her than anyone else." Oliver scoffed, "She's so damn stubborn!"
"Don't worry, we always used to talk when she was in Hogwarts, I'll get her to open up." Hermione mused.
Narwen let her emotions go and began to cry until she reached Hagrid's door. She took a second to control herself and then knocked.
"Narwen! Lovely ta see yeh' -" Hagrid trailed off noticing the tears rolling down her cheeks. He moved aside to let her in. "Tell me everything." he said gravely.
They sat down and she told him everything that just happened.
"Oh Hagrid, I - I hate him!" she exclaimed through freely falling tears.
"No yeh' don't. Yeh' love him, always have, always will. But, four years with no word and he expects yeh' ta jus' accept him, no questions asked, it's ridiculous, an' it's not you. Yeh' have tha right ta make him work fer yeh'. Yer a wonderful gerl and he knows tha." Hagrid soothed.
"You're prolly right." she said wiping the tears from her eyes.
"We should go back to the castle it's almost time for dinner." Narwen sighed.
Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were tear stained, but she didn't care anymore. Narwen and Hagrid made their way back to the castle in silence. A few minutes later everyone was seated at the high table, including Oliver. She knew that if she spoke she'd burst into tears so she seated herself as far away from him as possible and resolved to speak only as much as needed. Dinner began smoothly, no one was paying attention to her and no one was really speaking a lot. But then all the professors started talking to Oliver, asking how he'd been and such. Narwen thought she'd go crazy, each time she heard his voice it was like someone had stuck a knife in her heart and kept turning it with each word he spoke.
"It's ok, it's ok. Just don't think about him, you're royalty, you don't need this. He's not there. Oliver Wood is not sitting on the other end of this table. . . . Oh yes he is! He's perfect little Oliver, everyone fusses over him. No one pays any attention to me, and he's just a dumb Quidditch player. I'm an Elf, a High Elf at that! I'm much more interesting. Yes, yes I am . . . no, I'm not. Hmpf, that's all he's good for, Quidditch. . . and making me laugh and - and. . . no! Stop! Narwen, you're giving into him and you haven't even had a civil conversation with him! Why does he have to be so cute . . . NO! NO! Think of something else. . . ::Sigh:: No one even notices me here -" "Narwen" "- Wait, is someone talking to me? No, why would anyone want to talk to me. I'm just a -" "Narwen!" "-Whaa, someone is talking to me!" "Yes." she said looking up from her food. "I'd like to speak to you after dinner. In my office is that all right with you?" Professor Dumbledore asked, looking concerned. "Yes, that's fine Headmaster." she said averting his glance.
Anyway. . . on with the story.
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Chapter 2 - Wise Words and Semi-Insanity
Oliver stared after her, wishing she would grant him a second chance.
"You knew she wouldn't fall into your arms like some love-smitten girl, she's too proud. . . she hasn't changed a bit." he thought to himself, smiling wryly, remembering all the things they did while at Hogwarts together.
That's when she could actually look at him without tears welling up in her deep, golden eyes. It hurt him so much to see her like this, it hurt even more realizing what he did to her.
Snapping out of his reverie he turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had silently observed the whole ordeal.
"That went well." Ron said.
"Oliver, what happened?!" Hermione gasped, still amazed at what just happened.
"Well, it looks like you screwed up." Harry said.
"That's not helping him!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yeah, well. It doesn't matter not a lot of people could help me in this situation." Oliver said grimly.
"All right Wood, you've got our help, now what is it that you're trying to do?" Harry said finally.
"Isn't it obvious? Even I get it! They broke up at the end of their seventh year, four years go by not a word passed between either of them, now he sees her today and falls in love all over again. He goes tells her how he feels and she goes nutters on him!" Ron said exuberantly.
"No, Ron you're taking away from her side of the story, he broke her heart- sorry Oliver but it's true-and now he realized that he's in love with her and she's not one to go and get herself hurt again." Hermione said, nailing the problem on the head.
"Exactly. I knew she'd do this, she has a right to treat me this way, after what I did to her. But, I wasn't thinking straight. I don't even remember what happened. That doesn't matter now, all that matters is that I love her and I know that she still loves me, I just have to get her to show it before she goes mad trying to force herself not to care." Oliver said sitting down with them.
"So all we've got to do is get her to open up." Harry said slowly as if it didn't make sense.
"Yeah, well you know that's a lot harder to do with her than anyone else." Oliver scoffed, "She's so damn stubborn!"
"Don't worry, we always used to talk when she was in Hogwarts, I'll get her to open up." Hermione mused.
Narwen let her emotions go and began to cry until she reached Hagrid's door. She took a second to control herself and then knocked.
"Narwen! Lovely ta see yeh' -" Hagrid trailed off noticing the tears rolling down her cheeks. He moved aside to let her in. "Tell me everything." he said gravely.
They sat down and she told him everything that just happened.
"Oh Hagrid, I - I hate him!" she exclaimed through freely falling tears.
"No yeh' don't. Yeh' love him, always have, always will. But, four years with no word and he expects yeh' ta jus' accept him, no questions asked, it's ridiculous, an' it's not you. Yeh' have tha right ta make him work fer yeh'. Yer a wonderful gerl and he knows tha." Hagrid soothed.
"You're prolly right." she said wiping the tears from her eyes.
"We should go back to the castle it's almost time for dinner." Narwen sighed.
Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were tear stained, but she didn't care anymore. Narwen and Hagrid made their way back to the castle in silence. A few minutes later everyone was seated at the high table, including Oliver. She knew that if she spoke she'd burst into tears so she seated herself as far away from him as possible and resolved to speak only as much as needed. Dinner began smoothly, no one was paying attention to her and no one was really speaking a lot. But then all the professors started talking to Oliver, asking how he'd been and such. Narwen thought she'd go crazy, each time she heard his voice it was like someone had stuck a knife in her heart and kept turning it with each word he spoke.
"It's ok, it's ok. Just don't think about him, you're royalty, you don't need this. He's not there. Oliver Wood is not sitting on the other end of this table. . . . Oh yes he is! He's perfect little Oliver, everyone fusses over him. No one pays any attention to me, and he's just a dumb Quidditch player. I'm an Elf, a High Elf at that! I'm much more interesting. Yes, yes I am . . . no, I'm not. Hmpf, that's all he's good for, Quidditch. . . and making me laugh and - and. . . no! Stop! Narwen, you're giving into him and you haven't even had a civil conversation with him! Why does he have to be so cute . . . NO! NO! Think of something else. . . ::Sigh:: No one even notices me here -" "Narwen" "- Wait, is someone talking to me? No, why would anyone want to talk to me. I'm just a -" "Narwen!" "-Whaa, someone is talking to me!" "Yes." she said looking up from her food. "I'd like to speak to you after dinner. In my office is that all right with you?" Professor Dumbledore asked, looking concerned. "Yes, that's fine Headmaster." she said averting his glance.