Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, I don't own Harry Potter, and I don't own the song that's in here. I don't know what it's called or anything, it's a piece I'm doing in chorus class, that's all I know.
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Chapter 6 - I Need Your Love
He sighed in relief as the portrait swung shut behind him. Oliver took a deep breath and entered the Common Room. He found Harry, Ron and Hermione waiting for him.
"What took you so long? 'Mione said you were right outside." Harry asked.
"I got held up, but that doesn't matter right now." he stopped for a second and then turned to Hermione, "What happened, you were talking with her for a long time. . . And why in Merlin's name was she chasing you?" Oliver inquired.
"Who was chasing you?" Ron asked Hermione dumbly.
"So, that's why you were out of breath! Why couldn't you just tell us?. . . . . . .Wait a second. Why would she be chasing you in the first place?! You said everything went well!" Harry exclaimed.
"Everything did go well." she paused, looked at the boys around her and looked down, "I feel bad telling you everything she said to me. She's never told any of my secrets and - and. . . There must be a rule somewhere forbidding you to betray a professor's trust. And-"
"HERMIONE!" Harry and Ron yelled rolling their eyes.
"Narwen's been our friend long before she became our teacher, so there's our loophole to that 'rule'." Harry said firmly.
"'Arry's got a point. And, you're not doing any good by not telling us. You're actually doing much more harm because your preventing Oliver and Narwen from being really happy!" Ron informed her.
"I suppose . . . " Hermione thought aloud.
"Wicked, now, why was she chasing you if everything went well?" Ron asked hurriedly.
"The plan worked fine . . . until she asked why I wanted to talk to her. Here, you can listen to everything." With that Hermione muttered a spell and flicked her wand.
Immediately her conversation with Narwen began to replay itself. They heard everything, from when Hermione approached her after class until she ran into the Common Room.
"'Mione, where'd you get that spell?" asked an awe struck Ron.
"I found it. Tediously Advanced and Helpful Eavesdropping Spells, Chapter 13, page 137." Hermione rattled off almost mechanically, "But that's not the point. Do you know what this means?!"
"I know what it - wait, what does it mean?" Ron asked, scratching his head.
Before Hermione could open her mouth to speak, Harry thoughtfully asked, "Oliver, what were you with that Slytherin girl in the first place?"
"Well. . . . I don't really remember. All I remember was waking up in the Hospital Wing. I asked Madam Pomfrey why I was there and she just snorted and said 'Narwen put you here. But, I daresay the girl had a right to.'" he said imitating Madam Pomfrey's voice.
"If you don't remember a thing about that day, besides what you told us, then there must be something behind it all." she paused, deep in thought, "I've got an idea!" she yelped, looking around for approval.
"'Mione, enlighten us please. We all aren't as quick on the uptake as you." Ron said sarcastically.
"I'll need to do some research first. We're off to the library." Hermione thought aloud, reaching for her bag.
She had either not heard Ron's comment or choose to ignore it, because she never told them her idea.
"Should've known she'd- what d'you mean we?!" Ron exclaimed, his voice shifting from snide to frantic. He looked at Harry with a panic-stricken face.
"I suppose we have to, Ron. You know how 'Mione gets about the library. We can't fight the inevitable." Harry said with a grimace.
Meanwhile on the other side of the castle Narwen was sitting in the Owlery. She was perched in the frame of an open window, gazing out over the grounds. Lost in thought.
Hermione had just forced Harry and Ron out of the Common Room. The boys' main argument against not going was that dinner was in an hour and that they'd never make it. But, as always, Hermione won. Oliver was left alone in the Common Room. He was staring into the fire with a blank expression on his face, lost in deep thought. Suddenly he blinked and without any further change of expression he got up and left the room.
She was supposed to be thinking up good ideas for her revenge game with Oliver. But, she found herself thinking less of revenge and more of Oliver. She reviewed her reasons for loving him, she let herself revisit their fondest Hogwarts memories, and she wondered how she had managed to get through fours years without him. She knew she wanted to just let go of the ideals she held sacred and just admit to others that she loved him.
She then realized why she had lived through her illness and lived four years without him. She kept living because in the back of her mind she knew he loved her and that thought, however remote it was, kept her alive. She realized she needed his love to survive, but then her pride kicked in and she'd never admit it. Suddenly she remembered an old song that Oliver had caught her singing once. It was so appropriate for this situation. She began to hum the long forgotten tune. And after a moment the words came to her and she began to sing:
"Oh my love, my darling.
I've longed for your touch,
a long, lonely time.
Time goes by so slowly,
and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love.
Godspeed your love to me."
As she finished the verse she heard someone slowly approaching. To anyone else the footsteps would have been inaudible, but to her they were loud. She whipped her head around and pointed her wand at the stranger. The intruder was hidden in the shadows, he, or she, had obviously been trying to slip past her unnoticed. Angry for being snuck up on she slowly advanced on the figure with her wand in front of her. Only when she was in arms length of the person could she tell who it was.
"Oliver!" she yelled.
"How they hell did you know I was there? I didn't make a sound!" he growled.
"You prat, I'm an Elf! Your breathing is insufferably loud!" she spat back at him.
They glared at each other for a second and suddenly Narwen whacked him on the head with her wand, sending sparks flying out of the tip.
"Watch it!" Oliver yelled, shielding his eyes from the sparks.
She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Not expecting to be grabbed she fell into his arms and he held her there. "
What are you doing! Let me go!" she screeched, trying to force her way out of his arms, "Oliver! I don't-"
But, she never got to finish her sentence, because she was interrupted by his lips on hers. For a second she kissed him back, but then realized she wasn't supposed to give in without a fight.
She pushed him off, "What are you doing?!" she hissed, "Who ever said that you could kiss me like that?! How dare you - mmph-" she was cut off again.
This time she didn't give in to the mpulse and kiss back. But he held her for a while, until she recovered from the shock. She pulled away, gasping for air. She glared at him gathering up the shreds of her remaining dignity.
"What happ- who said- why would-" she sputtered.
She looked around for help, but there was none to be found. She glared at him as he leaned back against the wall and smirked at her. This time it was Oliver's turn to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
He laughed inwardly, knowing that she was bewildered. He knew that she'd never expect him to kiss her like that, ever, but had kissed her twice; she was in total shock. He knew every thought that was running through her head: She wanted to give in and lose herself in his kiss. She wanted to fall into his arms and have him make everything right. And above all else she wanted to break down and tell him everything and in turn have him tell her that he never stopped loving her.
But, Oliver knew she would never do any of those things. She was too proud to fall into his arms and break down. He knew she wasn't going to give in to her deepest desires with out a fight, she was going to refuse herself the things she wanted most until she was sure he was sorry for whatever he had done.
She's stubborn like that. A dry laugh escaped his lips.
That was to much for Narwen, he was laughing at her, in one fluid motion she slapped him across the face and swept out of the room. In that one motion she had regained her dignity and Elven grace. Oliver stared after her and subconsciously raised his hand to the red hand print she had left on his cheek.
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A/N: I have re-posted every chapter with paragraphs. Sorry to everyone who was bothered by my endless droning! It took me getting the flu to actually sit down and fix it. I made a few changes in some of the chapters, but nothing that changes the plot. Well, I've run out of things to ramble about so, I, uh guess I'm done.
Lucerito-del-alba: Thank you! You're the first person to ever review! I'm so glad you like it. I think that whole beating up the evil Slytherin girl was a little cheesy, but if you like it I'm happy.
Ali Lee: I've been meaning to put the story into paragraphs for a while, but I've had alot to do lately and I just never had time. I figured no one was reading the story anyway so it didn't matter. But, thank you for giving me that little push, otherwise, I probably would have never done it. I spent today working on this story, but I promise I'll read your Oliver fic. I'l start as soon as I post this.
baabaa: Yes, he does win her over, but she puts him through hell first. Heehee, I'm mean. I'm glad you like it, I'll try and post quickly!
A/N 2: Ok, question, does anyone know how to get italics and bold on here? It's not working for me. Umm, please review, I want to know what you think of it. Good, bad, never write a thing again? Should I continue with this story or abandon it and try something else? And if you think I should keep writing this fic, some ideas of what she should do to him would be greatly appreciated. Also, I want to bring in the Fred and George, but how should I get them there? REVIEWS would answer all these burning questions of mine. It's not that hard, just click the little button down there and type. Come on, you know you hear it calling your name! Ok well thanks.
- Narwen
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Chapter 6 - I Need Your Love
He sighed in relief as the portrait swung shut behind him. Oliver took a deep breath and entered the Common Room. He found Harry, Ron and Hermione waiting for him.
"What took you so long? 'Mione said you were right outside." Harry asked.
"I got held up, but that doesn't matter right now." he stopped for a second and then turned to Hermione, "What happened, you were talking with her for a long time. . . And why in Merlin's name was she chasing you?" Oliver inquired.
"Who was chasing you?" Ron asked Hermione dumbly.
"So, that's why you were out of breath! Why couldn't you just tell us?. . . . . . .Wait a second. Why would she be chasing you in the first place?! You said everything went well!" Harry exclaimed.
"Everything did go well." she paused, looked at the boys around her and looked down, "I feel bad telling you everything she said to me. She's never told any of my secrets and - and. . . There must be a rule somewhere forbidding you to betray a professor's trust. And-"
"HERMIONE!" Harry and Ron yelled rolling their eyes.
"Narwen's been our friend long before she became our teacher, so there's our loophole to that 'rule'." Harry said firmly.
"'Arry's got a point. And, you're not doing any good by not telling us. You're actually doing much more harm because your preventing Oliver and Narwen from being really happy!" Ron informed her.
"I suppose . . . " Hermione thought aloud.
"Wicked, now, why was she chasing you if everything went well?" Ron asked hurriedly.
"The plan worked fine . . . until she asked why I wanted to talk to her. Here, you can listen to everything." With that Hermione muttered a spell and flicked her wand.
Immediately her conversation with Narwen began to replay itself. They heard everything, from when Hermione approached her after class until she ran into the Common Room.
"'Mione, where'd you get that spell?" asked an awe struck Ron.
"I found it. Tediously Advanced and Helpful Eavesdropping Spells, Chapter 13, page 137." Hermione rattled off almost mechanically, "But that's not the point. Do you know what this means?!"
"I know what it - wait, what does it mean?" Ron asked, scratching his head.
Before Hermione could open her mouth to speak, Harry thoughtfully asked, "Oliver, what were you with that Slytherin girl in the first place?"
"Well. . . . I don't really remember. All I remember was waking up in the Hospital Wing. I asked Madam Pomfrey why I was there and she just snorted and said 'Narwen put you here. But, I daresay the girl had a right to.'" he said imitating Madam Pomfrey's voice.
"If you don't remember a thing about that day, besides what you told us, then there must be something behind it all." she paused, deep in thought, "I've got an idea!" she yelped, looking around for approval.
"'Mione, enlighten us please. We all aren't as quick on the uptake as you." Ron said sarcastically.
"I'll need to do some research first. We're off to the library." Hermione thought aloud, reaching for her bag.
She had either not heard Ron's comment or choose to ignore it, because she never told them her idea.
"Should've known she'd- what d'you mean we?!" Ron exclaimed, his voice shifting from snide to frantic. He looked at Harry with a panic-stricken face.
"I suppose we have to, Ron. You know how 'Mione gets about the library. We can't fight the inevitable." Harry said with a grimace.
Meanwhile on the other side of the castle Narwen was sitting in the Owlery. She was perched in the frame of an open window, gazing out over the grounds. Lost in thought.
Hermione had just forced Harry and Ron out of the Common Room. The boys' main argument against not going was that dinner was in an hour and that they'd never make it. But, as always, Hermione won. Oliver was left alone in the Common Room. He was staring into the fire with a blank expression on his face, lost in deep thought. Suddenly he blinked and without any further change of expression he got up and left the room.
She was supposed to be thinking up good ideas for her revenge game with Oliver. But, she found herself thinking less of revenge and more of Oliver. She reviewed her reasons for loving him, she let herself revisit their fondest Hogwarts memories, and she wondered how she had managed to get through fours years without him. She knew she wanted to just let go of the ideals she held sacred and just admit to others that she loved him.
She then realized why she had lived through her illness and lived four years without him. She kept living because in the back of her mind she knew he loved her and that thought, however remote it was, kept her alive. She realized she needed his love to survive, but then her pride kicked in and she'd never admit it. Suddenly she remembered an old song that Oliver had caught her singing once. It was so appropriate for this situation. She began to hum the long forgotten tune. And after a moment the words came to her and she began to sing:
"Oh my love, my darling.
I've longed for your touch,
a long, lonely time.
Time goes by so slowly,
and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love.
Godspeed your love to me."
As she finished the verse she heard someone slowly approaching. To anyone else the footsteps would have been inaudible, but to her they were loud. She whipped her head around and pointed her wand at the stranger. The intruder was hidden in the shadows, he, or she, had obviously been trying to slip past her unnoticed. Angry for being snuck up on she slowly advanced on the figure with her wand in front of her. Only when she was in arms length of the person could she tell who it was.
"Oliver!" she yelled.
"How they hell did you know I was there? I didn't make a sound!" he growled.
"You prat, I'm an Elf! Your breathing is insufferably loud!" she spat back at him.
They glared at each other for a second and suddenly Narwen whacked him on the head with her wand, sending sparks flying out of the tip.
"Watch it!" Oliver yelled, shielding his eyes from the sparks.
She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Not expecting to be grabbed she fell into his arms and he held her there. "
What are you doing! Let me go!" she screeched, trying to force her way out of his arms, "Oliver! I don't-"
But, she never got to finish her sentence, because she was interrupted by his lips on hers. For a second she kissed him back, but then realized she wasn't supposed to give in without a fight.
She pushed him off, "What are you doing?!" she hissed, "Who ever said that you could kiss me like that?! How dare you - mmph-" she was cut off again.
This time she didn't give in to the mpulse and kiss back. But he held her for a while, until she recovered from the shock. She pulled away, gasping for air. She glared at him gathering up the shreds of her remaining dignity.
"What happ- who said- why would-" she sputtered.
She looked around for help, but there was none to be found. She glared at him as he leaned back against the wall and smirked at her. This time it was Oliver's turn to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
He laughed inwardly, knowing that she was bewildered. He knew that she'd never expect him to kiss her like that, ever, but had kissed her twice; she was in total shock. He knew every thought that was running through her head: She wanted to give in and lose herself in his kiss. She wanted to fall into his arms and have him make everything right. And above all else she wanted to break down and tell him everything and in turn have him tell her that he never stopped loving her.
But, Oliver knew she would never do any of those things. She was too proud to fall into his arms and break down. He knew she wasn't going to give in to her deepest desires with out a fight, she was going to refuse herself the things she wanted most until she was sure he was sorry for whatever he had done.
She's stubborn like that. A dry laugh escaped his lips.
That was to much for Narwen, he was laughing at her, in one fluid motion she slapped him across the face and swept out of the room. In that one motion she had regained her dignity and Elven grace. Oliver stared after her and subconsciously raised his hand to the red hand print she had left on his cheek.
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A/N: I have re-posted every chapter with paragraphs. Sorry to everyone who was bothered by my endless droning! It took me getting the flu to actually sit down and fix it. I made a few changes in some of the chapters, but nothing that changes the plot. Well, I've run out of things to ramble about so, I, uh guess I'm done.
Lucerito-del-alba: Thank you! You're the first person to ever review! I'm so glad you like it. I think that whole beating up the evil Slytherin girl was a little cheesy, but if you like it I'm happy.
Ali Lee: I've been meaning to put the story into paragraphs for a while, but I've had alot to do lately and I just never had time. I figured no one was reading the story anyway so it didn't matter. But, thank you for giving me that little push, otherwise, I probably would have never done it. I spent today working on this story, but I promise I'll read your Oliver fic. I'l start as soon as I post this.
baabaa: Yes, he does win her over, but she puts him through hell first. Heehee, I'm mean. I'm glad you like it, I'll try and post quickly!
A/N 2: Ok, question, does anyone know how to get italics and bold on here? It's not working for me. Umm, please review, I want to know what you think of it. Good, bad, never write a thing again? Should I continue with this story or abandon it and try something else? And if you think I should keep writing this fic, some ideas of what she should do to him would be greatly appreciated. Also, I want to bring in the Fred and George, but how should I get them there? REVIEWS would answer all these burning questions of mine. It's not that hard, just click the little button down there and type. Come on, you know you hear it calling your name! Ok well thanks.
- Narwen