Oliver sat staring out the open window of the boys' dorm. He was sitting up on the windowsill looking out on the empty quidditch field. He couldn't wait until the next day. There was going to be a big quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. It was the first quidditch match of the year. He knew he needed to get some sleep, but it would not come. He was so awake he thought he might never sleep at all that night. Something caught Oliver's eye and he leaned out the window and looked down. There was a cloaked figure walking, almost gliding, across the grass towards the quidditch field, carrying a dim lantern. The hood on their black cloak was up so he had no way of even guessing who it was. He noticed a little gray kitten running along beside the cloaked figure. Curiosity was beginning to get the best of Oliver and he looked over at his broom, which was leaning up in the corner. He looked back out the window and saw the figure and the kitten enter the quidditch field and walk across to the other side. The figure held up their lantern and walked under the bleachers. That did it. Oliver hopped off the windowsill and grabbed his cloak and broom. He silently flew out the open window and took off over the quidditch field. He circled it from above for a few moments before silently touching down and dismounting beside the bleachers that he had seen the figure and kitten walk under. He held his breath and peeked around the corner. He saw the little gray kitten rolling around in the grass playfully with a ball of yarn. The lantern sat on a wooden beam about two feet from the ground, and the cloaked figure sat beside it. Only now they didn't have their hood up. Oliver stared wondering who they were. It was a girl with jet-black hair pulled up in a messy bun. Her skin was very pale and she was reading a book while occasionally giggling at her kitten's behavior. Oliver knew he had seen her around school before, but not often. It was still very early in the school year so he didn't think much of it. She was beautiful though. That was certain. Her lips were a soft light pink and her smile was beautiful. He turned from where he was standing and began walking back towards his broom. Then he stopped. He wanted to know why she was there and not just reading in her common room. He decided he would casually walk around the side of the bleachers and maybe innocently startle her. So he did. He very casually walked around the corner. The girl looked up and when she saw him she immediately stood and her kitten scurried behind her legs. She assumed he was going to squeal on her for being out after curfew. Oliver smiled at her apologetically, trying to seem innocent. " Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." The girl seemed to relax a bit. His Scottish accent was soothing. Her kitten poked its head out from behind her legs and pranced over to Oliver. He bent down and began to pet it. It purred under his gentle touch. Finally the girl summed up some courage and spoke.

            " Who are you?" Oliver looked up and smiled. Her accent was from England. He stood, and as he did so, a bit of his cloak moved and she could see the Gryffindor crest on his sweater. He was a Gryffindor like her. But why was he out on the quidditch field at this hour?

            " Oliver Wood." He stepped into the light of the dim lantern. She recognized his face. She had seen him around before. He was on the quidditch team. " What's your name?" he asked her. He was still wearing that beautiful smile and he was acting so casual. Like he did this on a regular basis. She returned the smile. It was more of a half-smile, thought Oliver.

            " Tobethia Wilt, but I strongly prefer just Toby."  

            " Well, Toby, what might you be doing out here at this hour?"

            " I might ask you the same, Oliver."

            " I couldn't sleep and curiosity got the best of me." He walked over and sat on the wooden beam. Toby seemed confused.

            " What do you mean 'curiosity got the best of you?'" Oliver looked at the ground and then back at Toby.

            " I was sitting on the windowsill of the Gryffindor boys' dorm, and I saw a cloaked figure and a rather cute little kitten," he looked at the kitten rolling around in the grass. " Walking across the quidditch field." He glanced back up at Toby, who was nervously playing with the long sleeve of her cloak. He grinned. " Don't worry. If I tell on you, I'll be in equal trouble for also being out after curfew." He saw Toby relax. She walked over and sat on the wooden beam. " Why did you come here in the first place anyways? If you don't mind my asking." Toby smiled her little half-smile.

            " No, it's alright. I come here sometimes at night when I need peace and quiet."

            " Why don't you just go to your house's common room?"

            " It's usually full until about midnight or so. I thought you would know that." Now it was Oliver's turn to seem confused. Toby reached up and lifted some of her cloak. Oliver looked and saw the Gryffindor crest on her sweater. He knew he had seen her somewhere. He smiled.

            " I don't see you around a lot. What year are you?" he asked curiously.

            " Fifth. You?"

            " Same."

            " You're on the quidditch team, right?"

            " Captain."

Captain. Wow, thought Toby. Impressive." We're against Slytherin tomorrow."

Oliver nodded." Hence me not being able to sleep." Toby giggled. Oliver looked at the book she had quickly set down when he had first walked around the corner. He nodded towards it. " What were you reading?" Toby picked up the book.

            " 'Beasts of the Sky.'" The two dragons on the cover were flying in circles around an old stone castle.

            " You like dragons?" asked Oliver.

            " Love them." Answered Toby. " How about you? You like dragons?"

            " They're amazing creatures. I always end up thinking about them when I'm flying."

            " I've never really flown a broom before." Said Toby shyly. " Well, except for broom flying classes here at school. But it's never really that much fun." Oliver looked towards the opening in the bleachers where he had entered. His broom was just outside. Maybe he could fly her around a little. He looked back at her and she was watching the kitten in the grass.

            " What's his name?" he asked.

            " Tabby."

            " Do you think Tabby would mind if you left him here for a few moments?"

            " Why?"

            " I have an idea." Oliver took her hand. Toby hesitated a little. Oliver understood it must be because she doesn't know him all that well. " Don't worry, you can trust me." He smiled and she relaxed a bit. He gently guided her out from under the bleachers. His broom was still there just as he'd left it. He let go of Toby's hand and she saw the broomstick. Her blue eyes lit up and she looked back at Oliver. He was smiling again. He walked over to his broom and mounted it. He flew in a circle and stopped beside her. " Want to go for a ride?" Toby looked around.

            " What if we get caught? I wouldn't want to get you into any trouble."

            " Don't worry. They're all asleep." He smiled almost pleadingly, like he was giving her puppy dog eyes. This made Toby smile. She carefully mounted behind him. He reached back and placed her arms around his waist.

" I would hate to have you fall off." Then he gently kicked off and flew around the quidditch field. After a while he looked over his shoulder at her and grinned mischievously. " Want to go faster?" Toby smiled and nodded. She was having so much fun. Oliver sped up quite a bit and he smiled when he heard her laughter in his ear. He dipped down rather steeply and Toby tightened her grip on his waist slightly. She hoped he wouldn't notice. He did, but he didn't say anything. After about an hour Oliver landed and they dismounted. He leaned his broomstick against the bleachers and they walked back underneath to find Tabby curled up with his yarn, fast asleep. They sat down on the wooden beam again.

            " Thank you so much Oliver. You have no idea how much that meant to me." He smiled. Toby loved his smile. It was so angelic and perfect.

            " Anytime." She gave him her little half-smile. He liked it. It was cute. Toby let out a small yawn. " We should head back to the dorms soon. It's getting really late."

            " You're right." Toby had a bag with her, so she placed her book and Tabby's yarn inside. She then blew out the candle in the lantern and placed it inside her bag as well. Then she carefully placed Tabby inside on top of the yarn. Oliver offered to fly her up to her dorm. " It's alright I can walk."

            " No, really, I insist." He gave her his pleading puppy dog eyes smile. She caved.

            " Oh, alright." She mounted behind him again and held his waist. He liked it when she held his waist. Her touch was so gentle and soft. She liked it when she held his waist, because she could feel how strong and muscular he was. Also how gentle he was. He flew her up to her dorm window, which was conveniently unlocked. Toby quietly slipped inside, let Tabby out and put her bag by her bed. Then she went back to the open window where Oliver was hovering to say goodbye. She rested her elbows on the windowsill and smiled at him. " Thank you very much. I had a lot of fun." She whispered. Oliver smiled.

            " It was nothing. You're going to come see the game tomorrow, right?"

            " Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world." They just sat there like that for a moment before Oliver broke the silence without breaking the eye contact.

            " I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." He whispered.

            " Yeah, tomorrow." She whispered back. " Goodnight Oliver."

            " Goodnight Toby." He gazed at her. She felt her knees begin growing weak. She watched as he began to leave, and then he stopped and backed up again. " Oh, and Toby?" he whispered. " I meant what I said." He looked deep into her eyes. " Anytime." He smiled and Toby was very grateful to have the windowsill there for support. He then flew off towards the boys' dorm room windows. Toby let out a long sigh as she watched him fly away. He was so handsome. Her eyes suddenly opened wide as she thought that she might be falling for him. She shook her head and thought. He's my friend. Besides, look at me, why would he like me? She then turned and began walking towards her bed, but then she stopped and looked back over her shoulder to the window and she smiled her little half-smile as Oliver's smiling face flashed in her mind and his voice echoed through her head and heart. Anytime.

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            Oliver quietly placed his broom back in its corner and took off his cloak. He quickly put on his pajamas and climbed into bed. He could sleep now. He actually kind of wanted to dream about Toby. But then again, he was also pretty tired from flying around. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile.

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            Toby turned her head and stared out her still open window at the beautiful stars overhead. She smiled as she thought of the thrill of flying with Oliver. She had convinced herself that she wasn't falling for him; she had just developed a bit of a crush that would soon go away. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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            Oliver groaned quietly as he stretched out his arms and legs. He pulled off of his covers and walked over to the dorm room window. He silently opened it and peered outside. The sun was shining brightly, the grass was shimmering like millions of tiny green diamonds, and there was a light breeze and not a cloud in the sky. It was a perfect day for quidditch. He smiled and went to quickly and quietly get dressed in his quidditch robes. He grabbed his broom and headed down to the common room, where Fred and George Weasley were sitting, and playing wizard's chess. " You're up early." Said Oliver. Fred and George looked up startled. They obviously hadn't heard him come in. They smiled, realizing whom it was.

            " Just waiting for you, Wood." Said Fred.

            " Checkmate!" shouted George, triumphantly. He threw his arms in the air and applauded himself. Fred looked back at the board in disbelief.

            " It can't be! I was winning!" He was obviously quite disappointed. Oliver laughed.

            " C'mon lads. The others can meet us out on the field." He shook his head as he laughed again and headed towards the door of the common room. The painting of the Fat Lady swung open and Oliver and George walked out into the corridor. They turned and peeked back inside. " Aw, c'mon, Fred! It's just a silly old game." Said Oliver. Fred was sitting, staring at the chessboard, completely taken aback.

            " Yeah, besides, it's not like staring at it will change the outcome." Laughed George. Fred sighed heavily and joined them on their way to the quidditch field. 

            When they arrived, it was empty. " Perfect." Smiled Oliver. " Do you guys want to just fly around a little, maybe practicing your swing while we wait for the others?"

            " No need."

            Oliver turned and saw Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and Harry Potter flying over on their brooms. He smiled. " Good! We'll get a good practice in then." He mounted his broom and him and the others took off over the quidditch felid and practice commenced. During practice, Oliver remembered the night before, when he had flown around the quidditch field with Toby. He smiled at the thought. Then he landed and called that breakfast would be starting shortly. They all headed back into the castle.

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            Toby's eyes flashed open. She shot up in her bed and looked up at the clock on the wall. Breakfast would be starting in fifteen minutes! She looked around and saw that the room was empty except for herself and Hermione Granger, who was reading a book on her bed. Toby whipped off her covers and quickly started getting dressed. " You're certainly in a hurry." Smiled Hermione. Toby looked up and returned the smile.

            " I had no idea I had overslept so much." She finished buttoning her blouse and quickly reached for her tie.

            " I was about to head down to breakfast myself." Said Hermione as she closed her book. " I could wait for you in the common room if you like."

            " Thank you. I guess it helps having company around to talk to on the way."

            " Do you always go to breakfast alone?"

            " Uh-huh. Or I just skip it. It's not intentional or anything, I just don't have many friends." Toby pulled her cloak on and quickly pulled her hair into another messy bun. " I guess you don't have to wait now." She smiled. Hermione returned it and they headed towards the door. " I'm Tobethia Wilt, by the way." Said Toby, extending her hand to Hermione. She took it. " But you can call me Toby."

" Hermione Granger." Smiled Hermione. " You can call me Hermione."

The common room was empty as they silently passed through it. The painting of the Fat Lady swung shut behind them as the girls entered the corridor.

" Tobethia, my dear! Good morning." Called the Fat Lady cheerfully. The girls turned and smiled at her.

" Good morning. And please, just call me Toby." Said Toby.

" Heading to breakfast are we?"

" Yes."

 " Well, I'll let you be on your way then. Good morning to you too Ms. Granger. Goodbye."

" Goodbye." Said the two girls together. With that, they descended the stone stairway and continued on their way to breakfast, which had probably started without them.

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            The Gryffindor quidditch team had quickly changed into their normal robes and was seated at the long table, eating and laughing heartily. Oliver was paying little attention to what Fred and George were saying as he scanned the room for Toby. It was strange that he couldn't stop thinking about her. He looked the Great Hall over once more, realizing that she wasn't there. He checked the long Gryffindor table once more, before deciding that he was being silly and she would arrive on her own time. He was about to begin listening to Fred and George again when he accidentally tuned in to what Harry and Ron were saying. " Look, Harry! There's Hermione now!" said Ron as he pointed towards the doors. " But who is she with?"

            " I'm not sure, I've never seen her before." Answered Harry. Oliver was interested now. He leaned back and looked down the long aisle-way to the large double doors. He couldn't help but smile. Hermione was walking towards the table with Toby at her side. For some reason, Toby seemed a little nervous. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with loose curls hanging out, as well as two long curls that hung on either side of her face. Her lips were the same rosy pink, and the sunlight through the windows made her eyes shimmer a beautiful baby blue.  Beautiful. It was the perfect word.

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            The two girls approached the double door entrance of the Great Hall. " Well, here we are." Said Hermione, cheerfully. Toby nodded slowly. Hermione thought for a moment before turning to Toby with a bright smile.

" I have an idea. Why don't you come and sit with us?" She saw Toby's face light up.

            " I would love to! I mean, um…" She looked at her hands as she played with the sleeves of her robes. Hermione's smile faded.

            " You usually sit by yourself, don't you?" She said softly.

            " Actually, I usually skip breakfast all together. So then I can read or study instead of sit by myself."

             Hermione smiled and Toby looked up, confused. " Well not anymore! I want to be your friend, which means I want to sit with you." She said triumphantly. Toby smiled brightly.

            " Thank you Hermione! I don't have many friends."

            " Well you do now." Together they walked through the double doors and began to make their way down the aisle-way to the Gryffindor table. Toby quickly began scanning the room for Oliver. She hadn't been able to think about much else since last night. She looked up and down the Gryffindor table. " Look, there's Harry and Ron." Said Hermione, pointing to the two boys who were looking their way. Toby noticed someone lean backwards and look in their direction. Oliver! She felt her cheeks grow hot. She knew she was blushing crimson. It's just a crush… It's just a crush…' She stated continuously in her head. Maybe if she said it enough she would believe it. She put on her cutest smile and simply told herself, 'He wouldn't like me anyway, and I'm happy being single… Or am I?

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            It's just a crush… It's just a crush… Oliver stated continuously in his head. Maybe if I say it enough, I'll believe it. Besides, she couldn't possibly like a guy like me… Could she? He saw her smiling at him and he gave her a small wave. I am such an idiot. 'He thought.

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            Toby noticed Oliver waving and she returned it with a small wave of her own. I am such an idiot. She thought. They reached the table and Hermione pulled her over to sit beside Harry and Ron.

            " Where have you been?" asked Ron.

            " Talking with Toby." Replied Hermione. " She's going to sit with us from now on." She turned to Toby with a bright smile. Toby gave her little half smile and looked at her hands in her lap, embarrassed. Ron leaned forward and extended his arm across Harry and Hermione.

            " I'm Ron Weasley." Toby gently shook his hand.

            " I'm Toby Wilt."

            " Nice to meet you, Toby."

            " I'm Harry-"

            " Potter. I know who you are. It's very nice to meet you." Toby shook his hand. He smiled; glad she wasn't making a fuss over his fame and popularity. Hermione began introducing people around the table, as Toby shook their hands. She knew quite a few of them, seeing as she was a fifth year, but she didn't hang out with anyone. She only knew them from passing them in the hallways and seeing them in class. Other than that, she kept to herself.

            " I'm not sure if you've met Oliver." Said Hermione. Toby and Oliver both looked up at each other across the table. Neither knew what to do. They couldn't exactly come out and say, ' Yeah, sure, we know each other! We were out flying around the quidditch field after curfew last night.'  Toby decided to go in for the save.

            " I've seen him around in the hallways and stuff. Plus, I think he's on the quidditch team." She looked at Oliver, who caught the hint.

            " Yeah, I am actually."

            " Wonderful." Said Hermione. Everyone went on with their breakfast conversations. Oliver and Toby looked at each other.

            ' Thank you.' Oliver mouthed.          

            ' Anytime.' Toby mouthed in return. Oliver knew he was blushing. Toby knew she was blushing as well. Oliver smiled, remembering the night before.

            When breakfast ended, the members of the Gryffindor quidditch team got ready to go and change for the game. In the crowd of students, someone accidentally bumped into Toby. Hard. She fell forward and closed her eyes, waiting for the impact. But it never came. She opened her eyes as she felt two strong arms wrapped around her waist, and helping her regain her balance. " Careful!" Came the beautiful Scottish accent. If possible, Toby's face got redder. When she was finally on her feet, she turned to see the smiling face of Oliver. " Are you alright?" he asked.

            " Y-yes. I'm f-fine. Thank you." Stammered Toby. She was unimaginably embarrassed. Real graceful, nitwit! Gods, I am such an idiot! She thought angrily to herself.

            " Are you sure?" Oliver's sweet voice broke through her thoughts. Toby quickly nodded. Oliver smiled. " Alright. You're still coming to see the match, right?" he asked.

            " Oh, of course." Answered Toby. " I can't wait." She gave him her little half smile and they waved goodbye, heading their separate ways.

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