Chapter Six Fire and Flint
Oliver's lips brushed mine, but before we got any further Gred and Forge barged in, making an entrance only a Weasley could make. Fred was on Georges shoulders, yelling directions because George was blindfolded. We snapped apart, blushing furiously.
"Ange and Licia told us to come and find you, we're leaving for Hogsmeade soon," Fred said.
George took his blindfold off, "Put a jumper on, it's freezing outside,"
I grabbed favourite purple jumper and pulled it over my head. Oliver grabbed his black turtle neck. As we got outside we found that the girls had saved us a carriage. Fred sat in between Ange and Licia while a sat next to Oliver and Fred. The carriage was heated and I started to get really hot. I stood up and pulled my jumper over my head, my singlet came up a bit, but I didn't mind. Well, not until I saw Flint staring at my exposed stomach through the window. I shrieked and pulled my singlet down. The guys got up to go straighten Flint out, but I stopped them. I didn't want them getting in trouble.
When the carriages stopped we all went our separate ways, except Ange and Fred, who were planning to stay with each other the entire day. I made my way over to a small alley. It leads to a quiet row of shops but before I got even close to the end I was grabbed and shoved against the wall.
"You'll pay for that, bitch," Flint said, but I had no idea what I was talking about. Until I looked at him. Oliver and George had obviously gotten to him, he had cuts down his face and a bloody nose. His arms were both grazed and he was missing one of his ugly, yellow teeth. He slapped me hard across the face, forcing me to crumple onto the ground. He pulled my singlet off and started to kiss me. Every time I struggled he would hit me harder. Then I felt him being pulled off me and strong arms encircle my waste. I pulled my jumper on, and turned to face my rescuer.
I found myself staring into deep chocolate brown eyes. Oliver was too sweet to notice that I was crying and covered in blood. And before I knew it I could taste the salt of my tears on Oliver's soft lips.
The kiss grew more passionate in just a few moments. It didn't feel wrong, in fact, it felt more than right. Eventually we had to break away from each other, gasping for breath. Then he gently took my hand, walking me back to the castle...