Chapter Seven

Midnight Meetings

[AN Note:] It has come to my attention that I stupidly forgot to add a character to Chapter 5. I was supposed to add a character named Kathy (name and characteristics based on my friend, Kathy) who is what you would call a Gossip Queen. If something happens, you can count on Kathy to find out about it first. LoL. Well, sorry Kathy! I got so caught up on writting the chapter that I totally forgot and, once again, I had it written in front of me. Yes, yes I have a short attention span. But let me assure you, I AM NOT stupid. . .LoL no seriously dude I'm not. But, do not fret! Kathy shall be making her grand entrance ::says in fake French accent:: this chapter! WoOHoO! Uh well, that's all I had to say. Go ahead and enjoy the chapter and please leave reviews!

It was chilly outside and Fred wished he had thought about bringing his cloak. As he made his way through the field, he spotted a couple of chairs and decided to go and sit down.

It was a miracle he hadn't been caught sneaking out yet. But then again, you don't usually get caught when you take secret passages in the castle. He laughed at the thought, 'Yeah, I can picture Filch and his cat crawling through the tunnels.'

Suddenly something stirred off in the distance. Fred looked up. From where he was, it looked like it might be a first or second year, but as the figure made his way to the castle, he realized it was very tall and most likely a sixth or seventh year. He decided to go and find out who it was.

"Hey!" he called, "Come here!" The figure stopped abruptly then turned around.

"Who is it?" he heard it call back. Suddenly he knew who it was.

"Wood?"

"Fred?" asked Oliver.

"Yeah! What are you doing here?"

Oliver made his way over to Fred, "I wanted to go for a walk. And you?"

"Same," replied Fred with a sigh. He had hoped it was anyone *but* Oliver.

"So," began Oliver, "Wanna go sit over there?" he said as he pointed to the garden.

"Sure," said Fred, "It's better than going back inside. I just got out."

They both walked together towards the garden. Once they had arrived, Oliver chose a lonely looking spot away from the view of anyone who might choose to walk by, and led Fred there.

"This is my spot," began Oliver, "I come here to think."

Fred sighed, "Yeah, me too. I don't reckon anyone else knows about it since I noticed it that day that George hit a bludger this far. Remember that?"

Oliver laughed and looked up, "Yeah. Almost hit poor old Hagrid in the face."

Fred started cracking up, "Can you picture what kind of trouble we would get into if it had hit him?"

Oliver smiled as he replied, "Yeah, probably a full week of detention. Maybe more."

Fred looked down. How he enjoyed these talkes he had with Oliver. The ones that didn't have anything to do with Harry or Oliver's love for him.

Oliver noticed as Fred frowned slightly and asked, "Anything wrong mate?"

Fred couldn't take it anymore. "Why do you fucking fancy Harry?!?" he asked, covering his mouth, as he realized what had just come out of his mouth.

Oliver looked taken aback. "Uh. . .," he began.

"No, don't answer that. I'm sorry I asked that," said Fred embarassed.

"No, no it's okay. I'll answer." said Oliver. "Well, I don't rightly know. All I know is that ever since his second year when he started to really get into Quidditch, I've found him very, uh. . .attractive." Fred was listening intently. "I don't know why I care so much about him. It's just, ever since I saw him at his first practice, ever since I first saw him take flight, I knew he was very passionate about Quidditch and it came off as. . .sexy I guess."

Fred snorted, "Harry? Sexy?"

Oliver blushed, "Oops. Did I say that out loud?"

Fred laughed, "Sure did mate." Fred imitated Oliver and his little speech until Oliver burst out laughing.

"I can't believe I just told you that. I'm so embarassed."

"Don't be," replied Fred sincerely.

Oliver looked up at him and smiled. Suddenly, Fred's world was flipped upside down again, and for the second time in two days, he got butterflies in his stomach. He started blushing. Luckily, Oliver didn't notice since he had looked down at his hands. Fred cleared his throat as if to say something, but said nothing.

They sat their in silence until Oliver noticed Fred was shivering. It was a miracle he hadn't noticed before since they were sitting so close due to lack of space on the bench. "You're shivering," he said as he put the back of his hand against Fred's arm.

This made Fred get even more shivers, but Oliver thought it was the cold that had done that. "I'm okay," Fred finally said as he composed himself.

"No you're not! Your lips are fucking purple!" said Oliver as he began taking his cloak off, revealing a white muscle shirt underneath.

'Wow,' thought Fred, "All this Quidditch sure made Oliver muscular.'

"Here, put this on," said Oliver as he handed Fred his cloak.

"What? Oh. . .no, then what are you gonna wear?"

Oliver laughed, "I'm not cold."

Fred looked at him, "Not yet, but you will be."

"Alrighty then. Mind sharing that thing then?"

Fred swallowed hard as he thought, 'Oliver want's to share his cloak with me. Oh my God. Wait. . .what?'

"Uh, okay then, you can wear it," said Oliver as he saw the look on Fred's face.

"No, no it's not that," said Fred, "I just hadn't heard you. Sure, I'll share."

Oliver pulled the other side on and Fred went closer to him. He was so close that he could feel Oliver's breath on his shoulder. They sat there in silence, Fred not saying a word, partly because he was still in shock. Finally after a while, Oliver spoke.

"I think we should be heading inside now. It's probably three in the morning."

Fred sighed, he wanted to stay here longer. Finally he said, "Fine, let's go."

When they reached the castle Oliver grabbed Fred's arm. Fred turned around, slightly blushed. "What?" he asked in a whisper.

"What's been up with you lately Fred? You've been acting really weird. Everytime you see me and Harry together, you. . .I dunno you freak out. And since we are almost always together lately, I hardly get to talk to you."

Fred looked at Oliver. He wasn't kidding. "I don't know what's going on Wood."

"There you go again, calling me Wood," said Oliver angrily.

"What the fuck do you want me to call you Oliver!?!" retorted Fred.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe by my first name?!?" screamed Oliver.

"FINE! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT OLIVER?!?" screamed Fred at the top of his lungs.

Oliver put his hand over Fred's mouth. "Are you crazy? We could get caught!" he hissed.

Fred hadn't gotten so nervous in his whole life. And it wasn't because of the risk of getting caught. It was because Oliver was so close to him again. Finally, Oliver uncovered Fred's mouth.

"Sorry," whispered Fred looking down.

Oliver watched as Fred walked away, leaving him alone in the dark.