Chapter 10
Unforgettable
Fred shivered as he jumped into the cold shower. He hated the first five minutes of the shower when the water was cold as ice. As he lathered his body in soap, he couldn't stop thinking of the "kiss that almost was". He couldn't help but wonder "what if?"
He kept re-playing the moment in his mind over and over every night. Sometimes he even got the urge to find Oliver and give him the kiss that was meant to be given. But then, common sense would hit him hard and he would shake the feeling off.
He finished his shower, got out, and wrapped his towel around his body. He then walked over to the mirror and began to comb his hair. As he was about to begin brushing his teeth, Harry walked in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Fred watched as Harry walked over to a shower and got in. Fred just ignored him and began brushing his teeth, purposely taking long to see if Oliver would follow any time soon.
About ten minutes later, Harry got out and made his way to the mirror where Fred was. They both looked at each other for a second, then Harry said, "Morning."
Fred raised an eyebrow. "Morning" he replied.
Harry opened his mouth as if he were about to say something but then closed it again. Fred packed up his things and left.
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"Good morning class," said Professor McGonagall to the sleepy seventh years in front of her.
"Good morning Professor McGonagall," they all mumbled back.
As the class progressed, Oliver was feeling rather tired as he put his head down for a little while. He was still mad at Fred for not wanting to kiss him. 'Am I *that* ugly?' he wondered. 'Why can't he just want me. . .' he continued thinking.
Finally, as if by a miracle, the tedious class ended and Oliver made his way to his next class, herbology.
Since the class was early, they had to wait outside for the other class to come out. Oliver paced around nervously when all of a sudden Kathy walked up to him.
"Hi!" she said in her usual cheery voice.
"Hi," he mumbled back.
"So. . .Oliver. . .how's your love life lately?" she asked.
He eyed her suspiciously. Was it possible that she knew? He laughed at this to himself and replied, "Not so bad. How about you?"
"Oh. . ." replied Kathy, "Not too bad. . . except that I haven't seen George around lately."
"Are you two going out?!" replied Oliver wide-eyed. The gossip queen and one of Quidditch's Golden Boys? Impossible!
"No," began Kathy, "But I do fancy him. . . ."
Oliver quickly lost interest as the conversation continued. After all, how could he possible be interested in a conversation where every other word out of the girl's mouth was George?
Oliver walked away after saying good bye and waited by the herbology door. Suddenly, the class that had been in there came out, Harry leading the way.
Oliver's stomach dropped. He was in no mood to see Harry that morning. Harry obviously hadn't seen the look on his face. He walked right by Oliver, nudged his arm, and winked.
'What's wrong with him?!' screamed Oliver in his mind. 'Doesn't he care that someone might see?!?'
He rolled his eyes and made his way into the class room. That, however, Harry *did* see. His jaw dropped, but he quickly composed himself and made his way to his next class.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Classes had ended for the day and most of the students were making their way to their common rooms. Fred, however, did not want to go there. He knew if he went he would run into Oliver and it would make his day even more awkward.
He decided to go out on the grounds and walk around for a while. As he walked, he came across a cozy looking little corner where the sun shone bright and he was sure no one would see him. He walked over to the tree and sat down, his back against the tree.
He sat there for a while, thinking about Oliver and how much he really did want to be with him. He wasn't sure if Oliver felt the same though.
'If Oliver really wanted me,' he thought, 'he would have kissed me even if I turned away.'
What he still couldn't figure out, however, was *why* he had turned away.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Oliver lay on his bed up in the boys' bedroom.
'Why didn't I just kiss him,' he thought, 'why did I care what he thought?'
As he lay there, he kept picturing Fred with his gorgeous bright eyes and his built figure. He wished he could tell him how he felt so that Fred didn't think that kiss was out of the blue.
'Will he ever feel the same?' he thought as he tried to go to sleep.
[AN:] Yes, I am aware of the fact that by now Oliver would have graduated Hogwarts. And yes, I am aware that in the recent installment of the Harry Potter books both of the twins fled the school. However, since my story takes place AFTER the fifth book, I made the twins return and there fore have to repeat the year. As for Oliver, I made him have to stay for another reason. You will find out why in the next chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Unforgettable
Fred shivered as he jumped into the cold shower. He hated the first five minutes of the shower when the water was cold as ice. As he lathered his body in soap, he couldn't stop thinking of the "kiss that almost was". He couldn't help but wonder "what if?"
He kept re-playing the moment in his mind over and over every night. Sometimes he even got the urge to find Oliver and give him the kiss that was meant to be given. But then, common sense would hit him hard and he would shake the feeling off.
He finished his shower, got out, and wrapped his towel around his body. He then walked over to the mirror and began to comb his hair. As he was about to begin brushing his teeth, Harry walked in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Fred watched as Harry walked over to a shower and got in. Fred just ignored him and began brushing his teeth, purposely taking long to see if Oliver would follow any time soon.
About ten minutes later, Harry got out and made his way to the mirror where Fred was. They both looked at each other for a second, then Harry said, "Morning."
Fred raised an eyebrow. "Morning" he replied.
Harry opened his mouth as if he were about to say something but then closed it again. Fred packed up his things and left.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Good morning class," said Professor McGonagall to the sleepy seventh years in front of her.
"Good morning Professor McGonagall," they all mumbled back.
As the class progressed, Oliver was feeling rather tired as he put his head down for a little while. He was still mad at Fred for not wanting to kiss him. 'Am I *that* ugly?' he wondered. 'Why can't he just want me. . .' he continued thinking.
Finally, as if by a miracle, the tedious class ended and Oliver made his way to his next class, herbology.
Since the class was early, they had to wait outside for the other class to come out. Oliver paced around nervously when all of a sudden Kathy walked up to him.
"Hi!" she said in her usual cheery voice.
"Hi," he mumbled back.
"So. . .Oliver. . .how's your love life lately?" she asked.
He eyed her suspiciously. Was it possible that she knew? He laughed at this to himself and replied, "Not so bad. How about you?"
"Oh. . ." replied Kathy, "Not too bad. . . except that I haven't seen George around lately."
"Are you two going out?!" replied Oliver wide-eyed. The gossip queen and one of Quidditch's Golden Boys? Impossible!
"No," began Kathy, "But I do fancy him. . . ."
Oliver quickly lost interest as the conversation continued. After all, how could he possible be interested in a conversation where every other word out of the girl's mouth was George?
Oliver walked away after saying good bye and waited by the herbology door. Suddenly, the class that had been in there came out, Harry leading the way.
Oliver's stomach dropped. He was in no mood to see Harry that morning. Harry obviously hadn't seen the look on his face. He walked right by Oliver, nudged his arm, and winked.
'What's wrong with him?!' screamed Oliver in his mind. 'Doesn't he care that someone might see?!?'
He rolled his eyes and made his way into the class room. That, however, Harry *did* see. His jaw dropped, but he quickly composed himself and made his way to his next class.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Classes had ended for the day and most of the students were making their way to their common rooms. Fred, however, did not want to go there. He knew if he went he would run into Oliver and it would make his day even more awkward.
He decided to go out on the grounds and walk around for a while. As he walked, he came across a cozy looking little corner where the sun shone bright and he was sure no one would see him. He walked over to the tree and sat down, his back against the tree.
He sat there for a while, thinking about Oliver and how much he really did want to be with him. He wasn't sure if Oliver felt the same though.
'If Oliver really wanted me,' he thought, 'he would have kissed me even if I turned away.'
What he still couldn't figure out, however, was *why* he had turned away.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Oliver lay on his bed up in the boys' bedroom.
'Why didn't I just kiss him,' he thought, 'why did I care what he thought?'
As he lay there, he kept picturing Fred with his gorgeous bright eyes and his built figure. He wished he could tell him how he felt so that Fred didn't think that kiss was out of the blue.
'Will he ever feel the same?' he thought as he tried to go to sleep.
[AN:] Yes, I am aware of the fact that by now Oliver would have graduated Hogwarts. And yes, I am aware that in the recent installment of the Harry Potter books both of the twins fled the school. However, since my story takes place AFTER the fifth book, I made the twins return and there fore have to repeat the year. As for Oliver, I made him have to stay for another reason. You will find out why in the next chapter. Hope you enjoy!