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"What do you mean 'Ah, crap'." Oliver asked Kylie as he sat down on the floor to join her.
"Nothing, please leave me alone." Kylie said.
"Fine!"
Oliver got up and began to walk back down the corridor.
"No wait! I didn't mean that." Kylie said between wheezes still on the floor. "I freak out when this happens. But I always have someone there to calm me down.... this hasn't happened before when I'm alone."
"But your not alone, I'm here."
"You know perfectly well what I mean."
Oliver sat back down and began to try and calm Kylie down. "Whatever, stop talking and breathe."
Five minutes later:
"Okay, I'm ok now." Kylie said.
"Good." Oliver replied. "Now what?"
"I dunno."
"Hey, why were you having a panic attack anyway?"
"Because you said that you well, you know quite well what you said."
"And?"
"And what?"
"And that's what made you run?"
"Can we change the subject please?"
"No."
Kylie got up, trying to get away from this uncomfortable conversation. "I'm gonna go find Wes. Make sure she isn't making Draco ready to kill her again." Kylie said as she started to walk away.
Oliver wasn't fooled by her act.
"No, you don't!"
Oliver got up and grabbed Kylie's arm.
"Yes, I do." Kylie said as she tried to pull away.
"Look, you can't run away every time someone says how they feel about you." Oliver said, pulling her back.
"Actually, it's worked quite well for me the last 17 years."
"Well not anymore."
"Why not?" Kylie asked, obviously frustrated.
"Because its true."
"Look, I really l. . . I don't talk about my feelings. If you tell someone about your feelings, you can get hurt. Okay. I told you."
"That's it?"
"Yes. Can I go now, please?"
"No. Look at me. I wouldn't hurt you. I want to get to know you better. I don't want to ruin how I feel about you. It's too special. Now, you can go." Oliver said gently as he let her arm go.
"Oh my gosh. . . I'm sorry. I am a bloody idiot. You probably hate me now, or think that I am some little kid or something."
"Actually, I was thinking something quite the contrary. But go find Wes."
"But. . . but. . . but. . ." Kylie stuttered, obviously bewildered.
Oliver kissed her cheek lightly and then pushed her down the hallway.
Meanwhile on the quidditch pitch:
Wes practically bounced along side Draco, who is lugging a heavy box full of who knows what.
"Now, Draco darling, teach me all that you know about quidditch." Wes cooed to a not-so-happy Draco.
Draco laid down the box to explain. "Look. I'm only going to say this once. This is a broom."
"Duh! What do you think I am? Some stupid Sheila?"
"The thought had crossed my mind."
"Come on. I know you love me. Teach me!"
Draco opened the box and began taking out things to show the giddy Wes. "Fine. This is a quaffle. It gets passed down the field by the Chasers and put through one of the hoops. This is a bludger. I am not going to let it out because you would probably talk it to death, and I only have two."
"Hey, that isn't very nice!"
"Well, I am not nice so that's fine. Anyway. I am a Seeker. I try and catch the golden snitch. It is a walnut sized ball that flies really fast around the field."
"Okay. . . now what?"
"Just pay attention. Stand by the broom and say 'UP'."
Wes went over to the broom, stood at its left side and did as Draco commanded. "Up!"
The broom flew up.
"Great. (sarcastically) Now, climb on."
Wes practically leaped onto the broom. "Like this?"
"Sure. Kick off the ground and hover."
Wes kicked off and hovered about eight feet in the air.
"I'M FLYING!!!!!!!" Wes shouted gleefully.
"Okay. Come down."
"I don't want to, Draco dearest."
"Look, just come down, I'll show you something cool and then we can go."
"Fine. If you promise that you and Dimitri will meet."
"Whatever. Just come down."
"How?"
"Just come down!"
Wes still did not know how to come down. She tried anyway, unsuccessfully. "Ow! Ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow!"
Wes had fallen off the broom. After finishing her fit, Wes asked, "Hey, why didn't you catch me?"
"I did."
"No you didn't"
"Yes I did. I, well, dropped you."
SLAP!
"Thanks a lot!"
"Sorry."
"Sure, everyone's sorry. Oliver caught Kylie when we came here and I fell. Now, you can't even catch me."
"Look, it was an accident."
"Whatever. Lets have another go."
Wes climbed back onto the broom and did exactly the same things. She remembered how to get up but getting down was the hard part. Once again, she fell. This time when Wes fell, Draco caught her. However, he promptly let her down, in an obvious attempt to minimize contact with a Muggle.
"Oh Draco! You do care!" Wes exclaimed as she hugged Draco tightly around the middle.
"Get off." Draco said, not as defensively as before. "Come on, Wes. Go. People will see."
"Are you too embarrassed to proclaim our love?" Wes asked, no longer hugging Draco but still too close for his comfort.
"Sod off."
"Fine. I am going to find Kylie. Thank you for the lesson, my dear sweet Draco."
At this Draco turned a violent shade of red and Wes walked away, laughing to herself.
Back to Kylie:
"Hey, you! Where's Wes?" Kylie yelled to Draco as she ran across the field.
"Muggles....Will I ever be rid of them? Argh. Bother. Look, Wes went to find you." Draco said, annoyed. "Just go now. Okay. You're not wanted here."
"Screw you!" SLAP! "What does Wes see in you? Honestly. You are horribly......"
"Horribly handsome, yes I know."
"In your dreams. You're horribly evil!"
"Just go."
"Fine but first....." SLAP! "There. That settles it. Now, I can go."
Kylie turned around and went back up to the castle, hoping against hope to find Wes quickly.
Meanwhile:
Wes hadn't been to see Dimitri in a very long time. She decided to find him during the flying lesson. Something just popped into her head telling her to visit him. As Wes made her way down to his area of the school, under a statue, she actually wondered why she was going to see him. He wasn't great looking and was a wee bit odd.
"What are you doing, Taylor?" hissed the voice that Wes had come to know as Snape's.
"Oh, nothing Professor," Wes cheerfully said back.
"It is not a very good idea to be in this part of the school alone. There are all sorts of things here . . .but I doubt that you would understand. After all, you are a Muggle."
"Weird things like yourself, Professor?" Wes asked innocently.
"Twenty points from . . .blast never mind!" roared Professor Snape.
"Freak," muttered Wes under her breath.
"What was that?" Snape hissed.
"Erm . . .Leak?"
"Leak? What leak?"
"That one over there!" Wes shouted, pointing. Snape looked over his shoulder. Wes ran for it.
"Get back here!" Snape yelled to the quickly disappearing Wes.
Seven minutes later Wes slammed into Kylie in the Entrance Hall.
"Oof!"
"Ow!!"
"Kylie! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Wes? Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!"
Wes dusted her clothes off and said, "I had my flying lesson with Draco, then I decided to go and see Dimitri but ran into Sevie first, and I narrowly escaped him."
"Wow, sounds . . .interesting."
"Yep!"
"So . . .Sevie?"
"Professor Snape???"
"Yeah, I know who you're talking about, but why are you calling him Sevie? Of all things!"
"Erm. . ." In actuality, Wes had no idea why she was calling him Sevie. "That's for me to know and you to never find out!"
"Cute. I slapped Draco."
"Did you?"
"Yep, twice."
"Me too. Well, only once. But I did slap him!"
"Whatever for?"
"'Cause he didn't catch me."
"You're not having very good luck with that, are you?"
"No, I guess not."
Draco walked into the Entrance Hall then. "Aw, crap. Not you two again."
"DRACO!" screamed Wes, bounding over to him.
He stuck his arms out before she could hug him to hold her back. "Oh no you don't!" he said.
Kylie giggled.
"What's so funny?" asked Draco.
"You two are so cute!" Kylie gushed.
"No we're not!" gasped Draco in horror.
"Yes we are!" gasped Wes at the same time in joyful satisfaction.
"Put a chocolate frog in it, Wes," said Draco, looking surly.
"In what?" she asked.
Kylie rolled her eyes and Draco said, "Never mind."
"JOEL IS HOTTTTTT!" Wes cried.
"What?!" asked Draco.
"Oh, no, not him again!" said Kylie.
"Joel who?" asked Draco.
"Wouldn't you like to know . . ." said Wes, mysteriously.
"Actually, I would. I would like to know who else you think is hot, besides me of course."
"Oh, getting jealous are we?" said Kylie.
"No, I just want to know who this Joel person is."
"He's the lead singer in my favorite band. They're called Good Charlotte and he has this twin named Benji and they used to look exactly alike 'cause they're identical twins, you know, but somehow now Benji looks a lot different. But anyway, they have REALLY good music and I wish CD players would work here because I am being Good Charlotte deprived!" rattled off Wes.
Kylie smiled and nodded.
"What's a CD player?" asked Draco.
"Uff da! What do you mean what's a CD player? How do you not know what a CD player is??!!" yelled Kylie.
"Er . . ." said Draco.
"GAH! Never mind!" said Kylie, furiously.
"Hey, Draco, maybe you could whoosh us a CD player like y'all whooshed us here?" asked Wes.
"How could he get us a CD player when he doesn't even know what one is??" asked Kylie.
"Wait. . . Ah ha!!!! There has been a CD in my bag all the time!"
"Draco, listen. . this is a CD. . . you put it in a CD player. You are going to get it for us," said Kylie.
"What can I get, if I get this for you?" asked Draco.
"Wes will leave you alone for a month."
"It's a deal!!!!!"
"Wait. I will what?" asked Wes.
"You will leave Draco alone for a month." Kylie explained. "Remember, this is for OUR own good!!!!!"
"Fine. . . make sure you get one that can use batteries!" Wes said grudgingly.
"What are batteries?" asked Draco.
"Just try it and we'll tell you if it's right," Kylie said.
"Fine. . . Accio CD player!" roared Draco.
Whoosh!
"Dash it all!" shouted Wes. "IT has a plug."
"Try again," said Kylie, frustrated.
"Say 2 battery-operated portable CD players."
"Accio 2 battery-operated portable CD players!" Draco roared again.
Whoosh!
"Yea!!!!!!! You're the best!!!!!" Wes said as she started to hug Draco but remembered the deal and stopped.
"How about getting rid of the purple in my hair?" Draco asked nonchalantly.
"Well. . . we can't," Kylie said.
"WHAT??!!" shrieked Draco, furiously.
"Ask that chick that you date. Flower girl." Wes said.
"Pansy. . . she is stupid."
All of a sudden, Dumbledore came running down the stairway. "What have you done? Muggles saw the CD players and called the police!!" he roared.
"Well. . . um. . . Draco. . .um. . . nothing," said Kylie, hiding the CD players.
"Explain," Dumbledore said, a little more calmly.
"NO! I refuse. You can't make me do anything, you're not my parents. I don't wanna," Wes said stubbornly.
"No one has ever defied me before! Whatever shall I do?" Dumbledore asked himself.
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"What do you mean 'Ah, crap'." Oliver asked Kylie as he sat down on the floor to join her.
"Nothing, please leave me alone." Kylie said.
"Fine!"
Oliver got up and began to walk back down the corridor.
"No wait! I didn't mean that." Kylie said between wheezes still on the floor. "I freak out when this happens. But I always have someone there to calm me down.... this hasn't happened before when I'm alone."
"But your not alone, I'm here."
"You know perfectly well what I mean."
Oliver sat back down and began to try and calm Kylie down. "Whatever, stop talking and breathe."
Five minutes later:
"Okay, I'm ok now." Kylie said.
"Good." Oliver replied. "Now what?"
"I dunno."
"Hey, why were you having a panic attack anyway?"
"Because you said that you well, you know quite well what you said."
"And?"
"And what?"
"And that's what made you run?"
"Can we change the subject please?"
"No."
Kylie got up, trying to get away from this uncomfortable conversation. "I'm gonna go find Wes. Make sure she isn't making Draco ready to kill her again." Kylie said as she started to walk away.
Oliver wasn't fooled by her act.
"No, you don't!"
Oliver got up and grabbed Kylie's arm.
"Yes, I do." Kylie said as she tried to pull away.
"Look, you can't run away every time someone says how they feel about you." Oliver said, pulling her back.
"Actually, it's worked quite well for me the last 17 years."
"Well not anymore."
"Why not?" Kylie asked, obviously frustrated.
"Because its true."
"Look, I really l. . . I don't talk about my feelings. If you tell someone about your feelings, you can get hurt. Okay. I told you."
"That's it?"
"Yes. Can I go now, please?"
"No. Look at me. I wouldn't hurt you. I want to get to know you better. I don't want to ruin how I feel about you. It's too special. Now, you can go." Oliver said gently as he let her arm go.
"Oh my gosh. . . I'm sorry. I am a bloody idiot. You probably hate me now, or think that I am some little kid or something."
"Actually, I was thinking something quite the contrary. But go find Wes."
"But. . . but. . . but. . ." Kylie stuttered, obviously bewildered.
Oliver kissed her cheek lightly and then pushed her down the hallway.
Meanwhile on the quidditch pitch:
Wes practically bounced along side Draco, who is lugging a heavy box full of who knows what.
"Now, Draco darling, teach me all that you know about quidditch." Wes cooed to a not-so-happy Draco.
Draco laid down the box to explain. "Look. I'm only going to say this once. This is a broom."
"Duh! What do you think I am? Some stupid Sheila?"
"The thought had crossed my mind."
"Come on. I know you love me. Teach me!"
Draco opened the box and began taking out things to show the giddy Wes. "Fine. This is a quaffle. It gets passed down the field by the Chasers and put through one of the hoops. This is a bludger. I am not going to let it out because you would probably talk it to death, and I only have two."
"Hey, that isn't very nice!"
"Well, I am not nice so that's fine. Anyway. I am a Seeker. I try and catch the golden snitch. It is a walnut sized ball that flies really fast around the field."
"Okay. . . now what?"
"Just pay attention. Stand by the broom and say 'UP'."
Wes went over to the broom, stood at its left side and did as Draco commanded. "Up!"
The broom flew up.
"Great. (sarcastically) Now, climb on."
Wes practically leaped onto the broom. "Like this?"
"Sure. Kick off the ground and hover."
Wes kicked off and hovered about eight feet in the air.
"I'M FLYING!!!!!!!" Wes shouted gleefully.
"Okay. Come down."
"I don't want to, Draco dearest."
"Look, just come down, I'll show you something cool and then we can go."
"Fine. If you promise that you and Dimitri will meet."
"Whatever. Just come down."
"How?"
"Just come down!"
Wes still did not know how to come down. She tried anyway, unsuccessfully. "Ow! Ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow. . . ow!"
Wes had fallen off the broom. After finishing her fit, Wes asked, "Hey, why didn't you catch me?"
"I did."
"No you didn't"
"Yes I did. I, well, dropped you."
SLAP!
"Thanks a lot!"
"Sorry."
"Sure, everyone's sorry. Oliver caught Kylie when we came here and I fell. Now, you can't even catch me."
"Look, it was an accident."
"Whatever. Lets have another go."
Wes climbed back onto the broom and did exactly the same things. She remembered how to get up but getting down was the hard part. Once again, she fell. This time when Wes fell, Draco caught her. However, he promptly let her down, in an obvious attempt to minimize contact with a Muggle.
"Oh Draco! You do care!" Wes exclaimed as she hugged Draco tightly around the middle.
"Get off." Draco said, not as defensively as before. "Come on, Wes. Go. People will see."
"Are you too embarrassed to proclaim our love?" Wes asked, no longer hugging Draco but still too close for his comfort.
"Sod off."
"Fine. I am going to find Kylie. Thank you for the lesson, my dear sweet Draco."
At this Draco turned a violent shade of red and Wes walked away, laughing to herself.
Back to Kylie:
"Hey, you! Where's Wes?" Kylie yelled to Draco as she ran across the field.
"Muggles....Will I ever be rid of them? Argh. Bother. Look, Wes went to find you." Draco said, annoyed. "Just go now. Okay. You're not wanted here."
"Screw you!" SLAP! "What does Wes see in you? Honestly. You are horribly......"
"Horribly handsome, yes I know."
"In your dreams. You're horribly evil!"
"Just go."
"Fine but first....." SLAP! "There. That settles it. Now, I can go."
Kylie turned around and went back up to the castle, hoping against hope to find Wes quickly.
Meanwhile:
Wes hadn't been to see Dimitri in a very long time. She decided to find him during the flying lesson. Something just popped into her head telling her to visit him. As Wes made her way down to his area of the school, under a statue, she actually wondered why she was going to see him. He wasn't great looking and was a wee bit odd.
"What are you doing, Taylor?" hissed the voice that Wes had come to know as Snape's.
"Oh, nothing Professor," Wes cheerfully said back.
"It is not a very good idea to be in this part of the school alone. There are all sorts of things here . . .but I doubt that you would understand. After all, you are a Muggle."
"Weird things like yourself, Professor?" Wes asked innocently.
"Twenty points from . . .blast never mind!" roared Professor Snape.
"Freak," muttered Wes under her breath.
"What was that?" Snape hissed.
"Erm . . .Leak?"
"Leak? What leak?"
"That one over there!" Wes shouted, pointing. Snape looked over his shoulder. Wes ran for it.
"Get back here!" Snape yelled to the quickly disappearing Wes.
Seven minutes later Wes slammed into Kylie in the Entrance Hall.
"Oof!"
"Ow!!"
"Kylie! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Wes? Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!"
Wes dusted her clothes off and said, "I had my flying lesson with Draco, then I decided to go and see Dimitri but ran into Sevie first, and I narrowly escaped him."
"Wow, sounds . . .interesting."
"Yep!"
"So . . .Sevie?"
"Professor Snape???"
"Yeah, I know who you're talking about, but why are you calling him Sevie? Of all things!"
"Erm. . ." In actuality, Wes had no idea why she was calling him Sevie. "That's for me to know and you to never find out!"
"Cute. I slapped Draco."
"Did you?"
"Yep, twice."
"Me too. Well, only once. But I did slap him!"
"Whatever for?"
"'Cause he didn't catch me."
"You're not having very good luck with that, are you?"
"No, I guess not."
Draco walked into the Entrance Hall then. "Aw, crap. Not you two again."
"DRACO!" screamed Wes, bounding over to him.
He stuck his arms out before she could hug him to hold her back. "Oh no you don't!" he said.
Kylie giggled.
"What's so funny?" asked Draco.
"You two are so cute!" Kylie gushed.
"No we're not!" gasped Draco in horror.
"Yes we are!" gasped Wes at the same time in joyful satisfaction.
"Put a chocolate frog in it, Wes," said Draco, looking surly.
"In what?" she asked.
Kylie rolled her eyes and Draco said, "Never mind."
"JOEL IS HOTTTTTT!" Wes cried.
"What?!" asked Draco.
"Oh, no, not him again!" said Kylie.
"Joel who?" asked Draco.
"Wouldn't you like to know . . ." said Wes, mysteriously.
"Actually, I would. I would like to know who else you think is hot, besides me of course."
"Oh, getting jealous are we?" said Kylie.
"No, I just want to know who this Joel person is."
"He's the lead singer in my favorite band. They're called Good Charlotte and he has this twin named Benji and they used to look exactly alike 'cause they're identical twins, you know, but somehow now Benji looks a lot different. But anyway, they have REALLY good music and I wish CD players would work here because I am being Good Charlotte deprived!" rattled off Wes.
Kylie smiled and nodded.
"What's a CD player?" asked Draco.
"Uff da! What do you mean what's a CD player? How do you not know what a CD player is??!!" yelled Kylie.
"Er . . ." said Draco.
"GAH! Never mind!" said Kylie, furiously.
"Hey, Draco, maybe you could whoosh us a CD player like y'all whooshed us here?" asked Wes.
"How could he get us a CD player when he doesn't even know what one is??" asked Kylie.
"Wait. . . Ah ha!!!! There has been a CD in my bag all the time!"
"Draco, listen. . this is a CD. . . you put it in a CD player. You are going to get it for us," said Kylie.
"What can I get, if I get this for you?" asked Draco.
"Wes will leave you alone for a month."
"It's a deal!!!!!"
"Wait. I will what?" asked Wes.
"You will leave Draco alone for a month." Kylie explained. "Remember, this is for OUR own good!!!!!"
"Fine. . . make sure you get one that can use batteries!" Wes said grudgingly.
"What are batteries?" asked Draco.
"Just try it and we'll tell you if it's right," Kylie said.
"Fine. . . Accio CD player!" roared Draco.
Whoosh!
"Dash it all!" shouted Wes. "IT has a plug."
"Try again," said Kylie, frustrated.
"Say 2 battery-operated portable CD players."
"Accio 2 battery-operated portable CD players!" Draco roared again.
Whoosh!
"Yea!!!!!!! You're the best!!!!!" Wes said as she started to hug Draco but remembered the deal and stopped.
"How about getting rid of the purple in my hair?" Draco asked nonchalantly.
"Well. . . we can't," Kylie said.
"WHAT??!!" shrieked Draco, furiously.
"Ask that chick that you date. Flower girl." Wes said.
"Pansy. . . she is stupid."
All of a sudden, Dumbledore came running down the stairway. "What have you done? Muggles saw the CD players and called the police!!" he roared.
"Well. . . um. . . Draco. . .um. . . nothing," said Kylie, hiding the CD players.
"Explain," Dumbledore said, a little more calmly.
"NO! I refuse. You can't make me do anything, you're not my parents. I don't wanna," Wes said stubbornly.
"No one has ever defied me before! Whatever shall I do?" Dumbledore asked himself.
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