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REESE and KAY: Here comes trouble in paradise.

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Oliver had come later that night looking refreshed and clean. While Harry and Buffy were eating Oliver talked to Harry about the match trying to make sure that he knew it wasn't his fault.

"Don't worry about today Harry. We'll get them next time. It wasn't your fault it was those damn dementors."

"Uh-oh." Buffy groaned seeing the look on Oliver's face.

"What?" Harry asked before taking a bite if his food.

"He's got that look which says we're going to practice until we drop."

"It won't be that bad sweetheart."

Buffy had been right. When Harry was released from the Hospital wing Monday morning that afternoon after classes they were practicing. Now it was two weeks before the end of the term and once again Oliver had ordered a practice. Buffy was the only one that wasn't there. She was tired and decided she wasn't going. Instead she went to find Xander and Willow. It felt like ages since she had sat and hung out with them. She found them with Oz in the Gryffindor common room.

"Hey guys."

"Hey Buffster." Xander said looking up from his match of Wizard's chess with Oz.

"Hey," said Oz.

"I thought you had practice today cause you know Harry and others went out with their brooms. And Oliver had that look on his face and why aren't you at practice?" She smiled at her friend's babble.

"I decide to spend time with you guys. I'm tired and I need time just to hang out. It seems like forever since I've spent time with you guys."

"But what about Oliver? Won't he be mad about you playing hooky?"

"He'll get over it."

Buffy and Willow began catching up. They had talked until Goliath, Buffy's pet owl, began hooting loudly. Buffy went up to see what was a matter. Goliath was in his cage hooting up a storm. With all the bad weather recently Buffy hadn't been able to let him go out to fly around. Opening Goliath's cage he immediately flew out and kept going toward the window.

"You want to go outside? Alright let me get my cloak." She grabbed her cloak from the bed and held her arm out for him to land on. They headed to the common room. "I'm going to take Goliath out to stretch his wings. You guys want to come?"

"Checkmate!" said Oz getting up after making his last move. "I could use some fresh air."

"Willow? Xander?"

"I think we'll just stay in Buffy."

"Suit yourself. Come on Oz."

Goliath kept flying around Buffy and Oz nipping parts of Buffy's body. She knew what Goliath wanted her to do.

"Alright, you win. Accio broom. Goliath wants me to play with him. Have you ever flown on a broom before?" Oz shook his head. "Do you want to? I can take you up on mine."

"Okay."

"Give me few minutes to play with Goliath and then we'll take a flight around the school."

Oz nodded and watched as Buffy flew into the air and chased Goliath. It didn't take her long to tag the bird on the head. Oz laughed at the antics of the two. He was glad that Buffy was smiling. He had noticed her tired expression and withdrawnness. Oz was in such deep thought that he hadn't noticed when Goliath landed on his shoulder. He came out of it a few seconds later when Buffy landed.

"Goliath always knows when I need to vent or relax. You ready for your flight. I promise no fancy flying." Oz just nodded. "Get on behind me and put your arm around my waste. Hold on tight."

The broom lifted off the ground and at first Oz found it to be a little scary but as they continued to get higher and move forward he began enjoying it more. Oz was always the silent one never revealing too much emotion, but Buffy knew that he was showing some now.

They had been flying for about half an hour. They weren't far from where they had started at when Buffy heard Oliver calling her name.

"Buffy!"

She looked down to see Oliver and the Quidditch team below her. Buffy motioned to the ground and Goliath understood and flew down to Harry. The two of them landed a few seconds later.

"Thanks Buffy. That was pretty cool. I'll see you later."

"Later Oz." He left leaving Buffy to talk with her fiancée and the team. "Hey guys."

"Why weren't you at practice today?" Oliver asked.

"I didn't feel like practicing today."

"Buffy you know we need to practice if we want to win the cup this year."

"I agree we need to practice but not every free minute we have. We've practiced every day for the last month and a half. I told Harry that night we lost the Quidditch match that we were going to practice till we drop. Well, I'm ready to drop."

"Buffy, we're all a bit tired, but if we want to win we got to make sure we beat Ravenclaw by two hundred points. We have to make sure we're the best."

"We are the best. A bit tired doesn't even explain how I feel. I get up, go to classes, go to practice and go patrol. No time in there to relax. You're becoming obsessed with this game Oliver."

"I am not obsessed. I'm just trying to be a good captain." Buffy was beginning to get frustrated.

"I realized that. I won't keep going on like this. It had been ages since I just hung with my best friends. Today I relaxed and hung with Willow, Oz, and Xander before coming out here with Goliath. Oz and I talked and got to know one another better."

At this point the team slowly began moving away from the arguing couple. Their fight was rapidly becoming something that didn't need to be done in public.

"Speaking of him what was he doing with his arms around you?"

"Well duh Oliver, what was he suppose to hold on to when flying on a broom."

"Why was he flying with you anyway?"

"What? I'm not good enough to go flying with?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"He's never flown on a broom so I thought it would be a nice treat for him. You have no reason to be jealous."

"Jealous? Of what? You say I'm jealous because I want to protect you."

"Protect me? From what? From who?"

"You don't think I see the way Oz looks at you. You don't see it but I do. I don't want you around him."

Buffy didn't say a word as she turned and began walking away. Oliver ran to catch up with her. He grabbed her arm to stop her and managed to get flipped.

"Who do you think you are to tell me who I can and can't be around? I'm telling you now I won't be at another practice till after the holiday."

With that said she ran toward the school trying to hold back the tears. Oliver just watched her go.

Buffy had run as fast as she could to get into the school. She wasn't sure where she was going. She didn't know whether to cry or hit something. She went to the nearest room she could think of and that was Snape's office. The door to the classroom was open, which meant Snape was still in his office. Going up to the portrait she gave the password. The portrait opened and Snape looked up to see who was entering his office. Only a select few knew the password.

"Mind if I hide out here for a little while?" Her voice was cracking as she spoke.

"Summers? What's wrong?" Buffy moved to sit on his futon. He moved from behind his desk and sat beside her. "I haven't seen you like this in seven years."

"I need time away from certain people. He won't come here. He's afraid of you."

Snape realized that Buffy hadn't answered his question but he had pretty much figured out that she had a fight with Wood.

"You can stay here as long as you like."

She gave him a small smile. He wrapped his arms around her and she finally let it out by crying. Snape just held her and let her cry.

Oliver had watched Buffy run into the castle. He was too stunned to go after her. He couldn't believe Buffy had flipped him. When the shock finally wore off he began heading toward the school. About half way there he came upon Buffy's broom. He hadn't been aware that she had dropped it. Picking it up, he began looking it over. His eyes fell upon some wording that he never seen before. On the handle was Buffy Summers Wood.

Buffy Wood.

He thought how much he liked that. Everything he had said to Buffy crossed his mind and he felt like a dog. He realized that he had been so wrong and jealous. With his and her broom in his hand, he quickly sprinted off. Within seconds he was in the school and up the stairs toward Gryffindor tower.

"Stand and fight, you mangy cur!" Sir Cadogan, who was replacing The Fat Lady temporarily, told him. "Password?"

Oliver ran through the list of passwords. Sir Cadogan was notorious for changing the password. He finally remembers the password, gave it, and ran into the common room. The Quidditch team was sitting in there in their normal clothes with Xander and Willow.

"Have you've guys seen Buffy? We had a fight and she stormed off."

"She hasn't come back here. Willow and I haven't left out since she left." Xander told him.

"She'll probably be at dinner," said Angelina. "It's that time you know."

He nodded head toward the boy's dormitory to change. He put both brooms under his bed and joined the others as they all walked to dinner.

Buffy hadn't gone to dinner that night. When she was sure everyone else was at dinner Snape had walked her to Giles quarters. She didn't want to go back to the dormitories or her room. So Snape took her to Giles quarters and told her he would inform Giles and make sure one of the house elves brought her dinner. Snape walked into the feast and knew that it would be well under way. His eyes immediately went to the Gryffindor table and a smile came upon his face at seeing Wood looking so miserable. He made his way over to Rupert's chair.

"Rupert, could I talk to you outside for a moment?" Giles nodded and turned to McGonagall.

"Excuse me a moment my dear." Rupert said politely and got up when she nodded yes. He followed Severus into the hall. "What can I do for you Sev?"

"Have you noticed Mr. Woods mood at dinner?"

"I have to admit my mind was elsewhere. Why?"

"It seems he and Buffy had a fight…"

"How is she? Where is she?"

"She's upset. She came to my office looking furious. She finally broke down and is now in your room."

"I better go check on her. Will you make my apologize to Minerva?"

"Of course."

Giles quickly left making his way to his room. As soon as got to the poster he could hear her strangled cries. Upon entering he saw Buffy curled up on the bed Xander slept in before being given his own room.

"Buffy?"

He called out making sure she had heard him enter. He then took a seat beside her.

"Hey Giles."

"Want to tell me what happened?" She nodded and told her story.

"I was so mad I cried. I know I shouldn't be but he was all jealous and then trying to be the macho man. I've just been so stressed lately. I got mad and flipped my future husband on to his back when he tried to stop me. Oh Giles he must hate me."

"He doesn't hate you. From what Severus said he's just as miserable as you. Why don't you go talk to him?"

"Not tonight. Tomorrow."

"Alright tomorrow then."

"Can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course you can. Do you want me to summon your nightclothes or do you want to wear one of my shirts?"

"One of your shirts."

"Alright. You go get changed and I'll see what's taking so long with your dinner."

Buffy gave a slight smile and a nod. When he was gone she changed her clothes and laid on top of the covers. When Giles had returned with her food he found her fast asleep. A smile played on his lips as he set the food down. As a man with years of practice he lifted her ever so gently so not to disturb her. He pulled the covers back and placed her back into the bed. Giles was glad to know he hadn't lost his touch. Pulling the covers up on her, he kissed her forehead softly.

"Sleep tight Buffy."

"Night Giles." He heard her mumble in her sleep.

Buffy didn't sleep well at all that night. She had awoken several times from nightmares. Once or twice she had awaken Giles. He excused her from classes today and she finally went back to her room. That night she sat in her room pondering how she was going to talk to Oliver. The door to her room opened and she figured it was just Dobby bringing her dinner so she didn't look up.

"I'm sorry."

At the sound of his voice Buffy looked up. Oliver had entered carrying a tray with food and a dozen red roses.

"I'm sorry Buffy. You were right. I was jealous of Oz, and I should have seen that you were getting too stressed with everything. I love you Buffy. Please forgive me for acting like a prat."

Buffy rushed off the bed and embraced him. She buried her face into his chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She chanted.

"What on earth are you sorry about? I'm the prat that couldn't see how tired you were."

"I shouldn't have taken out my stress on you, and I'm really sorry for flipping you."

"Then it looks like we were both to blame. Forgive me?"

"Yes, if you forgive me."

"Of course."

He lifted her head gently then lowered his. Their lips met ever so gently. The kiss was soon interrupted by the growl of Buffy's stomach. They broke the kiss and both started laughing.

"I believe your stomach is trying to tell us something."

"Yeah, eat something. I probably shouldn't have skipped some meals." She smelt the flowers and then lifted the lid of dish. "Oh Oliver, you're too much. My favorite."

Hogsmeade weekend had come and all had a blast. Buffy and Oliver spent the majority of their time making out in the corners of stores. Now they were in a dark corner at a private table kissing each other at the Three Broomsticks. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting a couple of tables away. Giles, McGonagall, Hagrid, and Fudge from the ministry walked in. They had taken a seat not too far from where Harry and the others were. A wooden wall was all that separated them.

"A small gill water-"

"Mine," said Professor McGonagall voice.

"Four pints of mulled mead-"

"Ta Rosmerta," said Hagrid.

"One Ogden Old Firewhiskey-" Giles motioned that was his. "So you'll be the red currant rum, Minister."

"Thank you, Rosmerta, m'dear," said Fudge. "Lovely to see you again, I must say. Have one yourself, won't you? Come and join us…"

"Well thank you very much, Minister." They could hear Rosmerta walk away and come back. "So what brings you to this neck of the woods Minister?"

They could all hear Fudge's move and realized he was probably checking for ease droppers. Little did he know they were closer than he thought. He began to speak quieter.

"What else, m'dear, but Sirius Black? I daresay you heard what happen up at the school at Halloween?"

"I did hear a rumor."

"Did you tell the whole pub?" McGonagall asked Hagrid exasperatedly.

"Now Min," Giles said soothingly.

"Do you think Black's still in the area, Minister?" Madam Rosmerta whispered.

"I'm sure of it." Fudge said shortly. "Has Miss Summers spotted any sign of him Rupert?"

"No, and Buffy has really been looking, She extended her patrol by hours."

"You know that the dementors have searched the whole village twice?" Rosmerta said with a little edge to her voice. "Scared all my customers away…It's very bad for business, Minister."

"Rosmerta, m'dear, I don't like them anymore than you do," replied Fudge uneasily.

"Necessary precaution…the slayer can't be everywhere at once…unfortunately, but there you are…I've just met some of them. They're in a fury against Dumbledore-he won't let them inside castle grounds."

"I should think not," said McGonagall sharply. "Mr. Potter and Miss Summers were very fortunate not to have been hurt worse when they came to the Quidditch match. How are we supposed to teach with those horrors floating around?"

"Hear, Hear! Well said luv." Giles said looking at Minerva proudly.

"All the same," balked Fudge, "they are here to protect you all from something much worse…We all know what Black's capable of…and with threat of Angelus and Druscilla coming after the Slayer…"

"Do you know I still have trouble believing it," said Rosmerta thoughtfully. "Of all the people to go over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black was the last I'd have thought…I mean, I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts. If you'd told me then what he was going to become, I'd have said you'd had too much mead."

"You don't know the half of it Rosmerta," said Fudge gruffly. "The worst he did isn't widely known."

"The worst? Worse than murdering all those poor people, you mean?" Madam Rosmerta asked curiously.

"I certainly do," said Fudge.

"I can't believe that. What could possibly be worse?"

"You say you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," muttered Professor McGonagall. "Do

you remember who his best friend was?"

"Naturally," said Rosmerta, with a small laugh. "Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here-ohh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

The shock of their words made Harry drop his tankard with a loud clunk. Luckily no one at the other table had heard it.

"Precisely," said McGonagall. "Black and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course-exceptionally bright, in fact- but I don't think we've ever had such a pair of troublemakers-"

"I dunno," chuckled Hagrid. "Fred and George Weasley could give'em a run for their money."

"You'd have thought Black and Potter were brothers. Potter trusted black beyond all his other friends. Nothing changed when they left school Black was best man when James married Lily. Then they named him godfather to Harry," said Fudge. "Harry has no idea of course. You can imagine how the idea would torment him."

"Because Black turned out to be in league with You-Know-Who?" Rosmerta whispered.

"Worse. James and Lily knew You-Know-Who was after them. They were going in to hiding under the Fidelius charm," said Fudge.

"How does that work?" Rosmerta asked.

"It's a really complicated spell that you should ask Flitwick about if you want to completely know how it works. Basically it hides a persons secret completely and the only one who has the information is the Secret Keeper which make it impossible to find-unless, of course, the Secret Keeper chooses to divulge it."

"So Black was the Potter's Secret-Keeper?"

"Yes and barely a week after the charm had been performed-"

"Black betrayed them?" Rosmerta breathed.

"He did indeed. Black was tired of his double agent role." Fudge told them.

"Speaking of that, is the ministry sure that they got the right man?" Buffy said as she approached the table. "Don't worry he's with Oliver."

The trio turned around to see Wood sitting at the table by himself. He got up and joined the trio at the other table. The trio were trying to figure out how she slipped by without them noticing her.

"Of course. We have eye witness's who saw him do it." Fudge told her as she pulled up a chair.

"I'm not saying he's not guilty. It's just that something doesn't feel right with this. I know there are spells out there that can make people see what they really didn't, or make them remember something else. I felt that Quirrell was evil, and my senses told me the Lockhart was a stupid evil git. I felt no evil presence fresh or lingering until the demon came that night. Something you might want to think about."

They all went silent and everyone seemed to be thinking about what she had said.

"You know Cornelius, if you're dining with the headmaster, we'd better head back up to the castle."

Fudge McGonagall and Giles got to their feet and left. Seconds later Hagrid left and Rosmerta returned to work. Buffy went around to where Harry and the others were. She noticed Harry was pale.

"Finish your drinks and let's get going."

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