Chapter 4
The Snitch and the Sneak
Olivia raced back to Gryffindor Tower and collapsed onto her bed. Lavender and Parvati were sitting on their beds but didn't seem to notice her come in. She pulled out the diary from her father, which she magically locked, opened it and started writing. She poured out all her feelings that she had felt since arriving at Hogwarts. How she felt about Draco, her excitement about Quidditch, friendship with Hermione and Harry.
Olivia paused as she wrote his name. She wasn't quite sure why she did it. She liked Harry as a friend and was eager to for him to show her him seeking. After an hour or so spent finishing parchments for Potions and Charms and gossiping with her roommates she pulled on her pyjamas and fell asleep.
The next day went in a blur. After breakfast Draco had pulled her into a classroom. He locked the door and sat down. He motioned for her to sit down on his knee. Feeling slightly self-conscious she did it anyway.
"Now, where were we?" he asked. She placed her hands on him again but then though better of it.
"Listen Draco, I really like you but I'd rather have known you for longer but I want to meet you again." Draco's expression didn't change.
"What about tomorrow after Slytherin Quidditch practice? It finishes about 8. Hopefully we'll be a lot more private there."
They got up and he unlocked the door. Olivia began to leave but then walked back towards Draco and kissed him, not passionately but it was a kiss nonetheless. He returned it and then left her to make her way towards Defence Against the Dark Arts.
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Olivia linked arms with Hermione after coming out of the class. They hurried to lunch after the long morning and sank themselves into the bench next to Ron.
"Ron, what time are the Quidditch Trials?"
"Atalfpasix" Ron replied his mouth filled with mashed potatoes. Ron swallowed. "Sorry they're at half past six."
The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Olivia was keen to go out onto the Quidditch pitch and fly again something she hadn't done in months.
After supper she ran up to pick up her broomstick a Nimbus 2001, not a bad broom and relatively new, and went down to join the team on the Quidditch pitches.
Hermione was sitting in the stands watching and waved when she saw her. Harry had arrived and she ran down to meet him. The trials went well. Quite a few had turned up Ron, Dean and a few third and fourth years. She flew well with the rest of the team and though a bit out of practise flew beautifully.
As she was flying Harry looked over at her. Olivia had immense talent. Just the way she flew up there as if it was as natural to her as walking. She scored three goals before landing gracefully near him.
"You flew well." He told her.
"I didn't know you were watching." She was the last person to try out. The rest of the Quidditch team left and soon it was just her and Harry.
"So where do we start?" Olivia looked at Harry as she put down her broomstick. He went over to pick up the Golden Snitch. It was a tiny, gold ball with wings and as Harry released it, it flew out of sight.
"Right" Harry cleared his throat. "I'll go up first and show you then you try."
"Are you sure? I know it sounds silly but could you take me up there with you when you catch it?" Olivia asked. "Please." Harry didn't know what to say. He looked at her, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed.
"Alright then" He sat down on his Firebolt and she sat down behind him. Harry kicked off and once they were soaring above the pitch he felt her wrap her hands around him. Olivia's touch made him feel warm inside and he left her hands there.
Olivia loved the thrill of being up there. The wind on her face and through her hair was rapture. Slightly embarrassedly she had put her hands round Harry so she wouldn't fall off and it made her feel safe. Harry flipped and twirled and rose in the air until unexpectedly he began to plummet straight back down to earth and before hitting it seizing the Snitch and finishing back down on the ground.
She let go of him and let herself tumble onto the grassed and before Harry could get up she had grasped his arm and hauled him down with her. They fell into a heap laughing with Harry on top of her. He got off awkwardly and they sat up.
"Olivia," he stopped brushing the grass out of her hair. "Yesterday in Divination you said Voldemort's name." Her smiling face turned sombre.
"Oh. You want to know why I said Voldemort instead of the Dark Lord of You Know Who," Harry nodded and let her go on. She emptied everything to Harry. About her mother being killed by Lord Voldemort, her father's friendship with Dumbledore and how her parents had been in the Order.
"That means your father must have known my parents too." Harry said looking at her.
"Yes. He told me all about you and parents when I was old enough to remember. He had tried to explain why I hadn't a mother. But he was ill he'd been tortured by Voldemort as well and so they sent him to a medic in France. Dumbledore wants us closer to him now Voldemort is back and so the best place for me seemed Hogwarts."
Harry looked at her once again. Her normally confident and beaming face had tears falling down. Olivia smiled at him and wiped the tears away.
"Anyway don't say anything lets just not talk about it anymore." Harry agreed and changed the subject they spent ages just talking. If anyone had been watching them they would have seen Harry's love struck gazes and Olivia and how though she was smiling at him she didn't have the same adoration in her eyes. It just so happened someone had been watching from behind the wood and they were not pleased, not pleased at all.
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The Snitch and the Sneak
Olivia raced back to Gryffindor Tower and collapsed onto her bed. Lavender and Parvati were sitting on their beds but didn't seem to notice her come in. She pulled out the diary from her father, which she magically locked, opened it and started writing. She poured out all her feelings that she had felt since arriving at Hogwarts. How she felt about Draco, her excitement about Quidditch, friendship with Hermione and Harry.
Olivia paused as she wrote his name. She wasn't quite sure why she did it. She liked Harry as a friend and was eager to for him to show her him seeking. After an hour or so spent finishing parchments for Potions and Charms and gossiping with her roommates she pulled on her pyjamas and fell asleep.
The next day went in a blur. After breakfast Draco had pulled her into a classroom. He locked the door and sat down. He motioned for her to sit down on his knee. Feeling slightly self-conscious she did it anyway.
"Now, where were we?" he asked. She placed her hands on him again but then though better of it.
"Listen Draco, I really like you but I'd rather have known you for longer but I want to meet you again." Draco's expression didn't change.
"What about tomorrow after Slytherin Quidditch practice? It finishes about 8. Hopefully we'll be a lot more private there."
They got up and he unlocked the door. Olivia began to leave but then walked back towards Draco and kissed him, not passionately but it was a kiss nonetheless. He returned it and then left her to make her way towards Defence Against the Dark Arts.
***
Olivia linked arms with Hermione after coming out of the class. They hurried to lunch after the long morning and sank themselves into the bench next to Ron.
"Ron, what time are the Quidditch Trials?"
"Atalfpasix" Ron replied his mouth filled with mashed potatoes. Ron swallowed. "Sorry they're at half past six."
The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Olivia was keen to go out onto the Quidditch pitch and fly again something she hadn't done in months.
After supper she ran up to pick up her broomstick a Nimbus 2001, not a bad broom and relatively new, and went down to join the team on the Quidditch pitches.
Hermione was sitting in the stands watching and waved when she saw her. Harry had arrived and she ran down to meet him. The trials went well. Quite a few had turned up Ron, Dean and a few third and fourth years. She flew well with the rest of the team and though a bit out of practise flew beautifully.
As she was flying Harry looked over at her. Olivia had immense talent. Just the way she flew up there as if it was as natural to her as walking. She scored three goals before landing gracefully near him.
"You flew well." He told her.
"I didn't know you were watching." She was the last person to try out. The rest of the Quidditch team left and soon it was just her and Harry.
"So where do we start?" Olivia looked at Harry as she put down her broomstick. He went over to pick up the Golden Snitch. It was a tiny, gold ball with wings and as Harry released it, it flew out of sight.
"Right" Harry cleared his throat. "I'll go up first and show you then you try."
"Are you sure? I know it sounds silly but could you take me up there with you when you catch it?" Olivia asked. "Please." Harry didn't know what to say. He looked at her, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed.
"Alright then" He sat down on his Firebolt and she sat down behind him. Harry kicked off and once they were soaring above the pitch he felt her wrap her hands around him. Olivia's touch made him feel warm inside and he left her hands there.
Olivia loved the thrill of being up there. The wind on her face and through her hair was rapture. Slightly embarrassedly she had put her hands round Harry so she wouldn't fall off and it made her feel safe. Harry flipped and twirled and rose in the air until unexpectedly he began to plummet straight back down to earth and before hitting it seizing the Snitch and finishing back down on the ground.
She let go of him and let herself tumble onto the grassed and before Harry could get up she had grasped his arm and hauled him down with her. They fell into a heap laughing with Harry on top of her. He got off awkwardly and they sat up.
"Olivia," he stopped brushing the grass out of her hair. "Yesterday in Divination you said Voldemort's name." Her smiling face turned sombre.
"Oh. You want to know why I said Voldemort instead of the Dark Lord of You Know Who," Harry nodded and let her go on. She emptied everything to Harry. About her mother being killed by Lord Voldemort, her father's friendship with Dumbledore and how her parents had been in the Order.
"That means your father must have known my parents too." Harry said looking at her.
"Yes. He told me all about you and parents when I was old enough to remember. He had tried to explain why I hadn't a mother. But he was ill he'd been tortured by Voldemort as well and so they sent him to a medic in France. Dumbledore wants us closer to him now Voldemort is back and so the best place for me seemed Hogwarts."
Harry looked at her once again. Her normally confident and beaming face had tears falling down. Olivia smiled at him and wiped the tears away.
"Anyway don't say anything lets just not talk about it anymore." Harry agreed and changed the subject they spent ages just talking. If anyone had been watching them they would have seen Harry's love struck gazes and Olivia and how though she was smiling at him she didn't have the same adoration in her eyes. It just so happened someone had been watching from behind the wood and they were not pleased, not pleased at all.
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