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Chapter 7- A Little Piece of Her

Oliver flew the broom toward the Quidditch field, Makare holding on to him. Despite being drunk, he could maneuver the broom quite well. As he landed in the middle of the playing field, Makare jumped off confused.
"Why are we stopping here?"
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm WAY too drunk to be attempting to go back to my common room."
"Don't seem like you're drunk. You flew the broom perfectly."
"That's only because the broom is an easy thing to maneuver," smirked Oliver. Makare raised her eyebrows.
"Right..."
"What?"
"Oh nothing. I forget that you're a Quidditch player."
"Not only a Quidditch, the CAPTAIN."
"Oh SORRY. I meant the Quidditch CAPTAIN," Makare rolled here eyes.

Oliver just gave a small laugh, then everything started to spin. He suddenly fell flat on his back on the grass, staring up at the sky.
"Wow," Oliver breathed, staring at the night's sky. "It's so nice out here." He looked at Makare. "Aren't you cold?"
"Cold? No. This weather is a tropical island compared to Azkaban," sighed Makare, sitting next to a laying Oliver. Oliver turned to her, his arm supporting his head.
"How long were you in Azkaban for?"
"Almost two years," said Makare, her red eyes staring at him. She turned away. "Believe me, everything looks beautiful compared to being in there."
"Why?"
"I'd rather not talk about it," said Makare. Oliver didn't push the subject.

They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Sorry about the cigarette," Makare said, breaking the silence. "No one ever comes up to me without a hidden agenda. Can't blame me for getting defensive."
"Yeah, about that. How did you-"
"What? The healing of your hand?" Makare asked. Oliver nodded. "I can't tell you. You wouldn't like it."

Oliver sighed. He was getting nowhere.
"So what possessed you to get on stage?" Makare thought a about it for a few moments. She then leaned closer to him, so only he could hear (which is ironic, due to the fact that they were the only ones around).
"Alcohol," she giggled. Oliver looked at her sideways
"Are you still drunk?" he asked. His drunkenness was fading away, slowly knowing what was happening around him. It unnerved him. "Is this why you're nice to me tonight?"
"Perhaps. I dunno," sighed Makare. "Ask me tomorrow and I can give you a straight answer." she then lied on her back.
"Well, even before the party, why did you ask them to invite me?"

Makare turned to him, supported her head in her hand.
"Well, since I burned you with a cigarette, I convinced the head guy in Slytherin to ask the guys to invite you. It's not like they were gonna say 'no'. Well, actually, they almost did. Said you were 'too pure' for this type of shit. Turns out they were wrong," she laughed.
"I'm too 'pure'? Is this what they're saying about me?" Oliver asked, insulted. He stood up. "Mr. Captain-of-the-Quidditch-team is too 'pure' for that type of stuff. The only way I can get exposed to it if people INVITE me places."
"Oliver, calm down-"
"Calm down! How can I-" Oliver stopped in mid-sentence. "Hold on, did you just call me Oliver?"
"Yeah. That IS your name, right?"
"Yeah, but I think you're the first people who has called me 'Oliver'. Not 'Mr. Wood' or 'Wood'."
"Is that a BAD thing?" Makare asked
"No, its not, its just...well, it just weird, especially coming from you," when he saw the look on her face, he quickly spoke up. "Wait, not weird, but nice."

Makare lifted her eyebrows
"Right..."

They sat in silence for a little while longer.
"So what's it like being in Slytherin? To tell you the truth, I've never talked to a Slytherin before without getting into a fight. Particularly Marcus Flint. But we won't get into that."
"Ugh! Marcus Flint! That boy is annoying!" exclaimed Makare, sitting up. Oliver followed suit. "Slytherin is a place that I'm familiar with. The coldness, yet the banding together is comforting. You wouldn't think that with Slytherin, but we're all very close. No matter how annoyed we get with each other, we would kill for one another. But maybe That's the way it is for every other house."
"Yeah..." said Oliver. "Gryffindor is like that, too." He then got up. "Well, it think we should go now. Its almost 4 am. I think we should get some sleep."

Oliver hopped on the broom and waited for Makare to get on. Once she was ready, the both flew to the open window outside the Gryffindor common room. They made their way inside. Oliver stood next to his door and looked at Makare.
"Are you going to be alright finding your way back to Slytherin?" Oliver asked. Makare nodded.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. See you in class tomorrow, Oliver."

Makare walked down the corridor as Oliver said "Blueberry Gumdrops" and made his way back inside.

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