TOLD YA SO

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"And what is so funny?" I ask sitting back down on the bed. "Oh Kori, remember what I said about you not being as bad as you think you are?" I did but I wasn't about to act like I was listening to him. "no" "yes you do, you just proved it!" "What?" I ask entirely confused by his retort. "I see you here jumping on my bed, looking like you are having the time of your life. And now you are pissed because someone saw you having fun, when you want to keep up the appearance of being a moody bitch!" dammit, he is such a jerk when he is right.

"So? What is your point?" I ask him. "My point is I think that the you that you don't show, the one that likes to have fun and be a normal girl doing normal girl thing, is a lot nicer than the one you usually show." I think he just gave me a compliment. I try hard to remember the vow I made to myself to be a bitch to him, but it just seemed to slip my mind.

"Ok then, now why did you want me to come to your room in the middle of the night?" I ask "homework!" he says with a smile. "What? Homework? Are you insane or something?" I squeal. " no I am not, your grades have been going doooown" when he says down he points to the floor, " and since now I know why that is, I am going to start helping you with it." How the fuck did he know my grades?

As if reading my mind he answered my question, "I help teachers with younger students' papers, you know grading them and such, and quite frankly in the last couple of years your grades have sucked." "gee thanks" I reply stinkily.

And he says ignoring my comment, "so I am going to help you, I see you have brought your books with you," I look down and see my book bag on the floor, I don't know why I brought it. I think I grabbed it on accident.  " I did"

He sits down on his bed next to me and opens my bag. He pulls out my trans book and opens it. As it opens it creaks like this is the first time it's been open. Oliver looks at me. "what? So I never opened it what's it to you?" "all right" he says with his sexy Scottish accent, EH! Oops sorry. " I think we will start with transfiguration since you have a test in the class in three days." I really hate trans so it would make sense that he would start there. I don't like to change things and I don't like memorizing the spells, besides I can't even say them right. "um ok"

Two hours later there was a film of frustration sweat on Oliver's forehead. "No! NO! It's twetay! TWETAY!" "AW HELL!"  I scream "harpium TWETAY!" I fling my wand at the pencil and it turns into a nice little fluffy chick. Just like it is supposed to. "WHOO HOO!" I squeak, I look up and see Oliver smiling at me. I couldn't help what happened next. A big grin spread across my face showing every single tooth and dimple I had. This of course made Wood smile even more. Then I do something totally unexpected. I lunge at him and grab him into a big hug. We fall back on his bed laughing our asses off. Well there goes my moody and mysterious disposition. "CHEEP!" I hear from under me. "OH no!" still laughing Oliver flicks his wand and the bird is back into a pencil.

"I think I like you a lot better when you are like this!" he says to me. The theory about him teaming up with Malfoy is instantly out of my head. I am all of a sudden exhausted. I lay back down on his bed and shut my eyes. "tired?" I hear Wood ask. "yea" I mumble back to him. Before I know it I am off in sleepy land, dreaming of Oliver and me dancing around in the air.

I wake up the next morning with his arm wrapped around my waist and a small smile on his still sleeping face.

He looks so good I give him a little kiss on the cheek, slowly sit up, collect my books, and walk down to breakfast, with a smile of my own.

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I REALLY HAVE TO GO AND HURRY AND UPLOAD BECAUSE THERE IS A BIG THUNDERSTORM OUT SIDE AND I NEED TO GO DANCE AROUND IN IT

(I LOVE THUNDERSTORMS)

TEE HEE BYE