Chapter Two:
Oliver Wood stood nervously beside the empty train compartment, his deep hazel eyes constantly scanning the sea of students before him, looking for her. True, he'd gotten to the station earlier then the agreed meeting time, but he wanted to make sure he could get a complete compartment to themselves. They had much to talk about.
Lifting the cuff of his new robe, he checked his watch for the seventh time, in the past five minutes. Time was ticking, and there was still no sign of her. He was starting to get worried. Perhaps the American time difference had delayed her some how...
Footsteps behind him drew his attention away from the large crowd, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He knew who those belonged to. Turning to look over his shoulder, his eyes met with the sparkling ones of Lee Jordan.
"Well, well, well. This is a rare sight. Strapping, handsome man like yourself standing all alone.
What's up Oliver?"
Oliver smiled fully, and shrugged. "Not a whole lot. Waiting for someone."
Lee leaned in a bit to his friend, bobbing his eyebrows mischievously. "Someone huh? Would that someone happen to be a rather tall, attractive blonde wearing an 'I love America' shirt?"
Oliver's bottom jaw hit the carpet-covered floor of the aisle. What did Lee know? Apparently more than Oliver did. Regaining his composure, he brushed some loose bangs from his eyes.
"I see you've already met Leah Evans than Lee. I hope it was enjoyable for you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to have a few words with her. Would you be so kind as to direct me in her general direction?"
"Leah Evans?" Questioned Lee, the American name dripping off his dark pink tongue like liquid sugar. "So that's her name....I was wondering." He paused, to stroke his chin as though he were deep in thought. "I was hoping for something a bit more, soft; perhaps Rosemary or Victoria, but I can see how Leah would suit her."
Oliver was once again speechless. Which was a rare thing for him. Normally the man had the perfect line for every situation. But it would appear that Lee had out-worded the master. Clearing his throat some, he shifted nervously one foot to the other.
"Yes Leah is a very nice name...now would you please direct me to her? I'd like to speak with her."
From behind Oliver came the sound of joint laughter, both in the same pitch, and key. He could feel his heart sink to the bottom of his polished dress shoe. What the heck did these two want now? Curbing his anger, he gave a quarter turn, and rolled his eyes at the laughing faces of Fred and George Weasley. Feeling a sudden resemblance to his mother, Oliver places his hand on his hips, and began tapping his foot.
"And what, in bloody 'ell are you two laughing about?" He questioned, his cheeks starting to go red from the bottled up emotion. "Care to share the joke with the rest of us?"
Fred Weasley, who was currently wearing a large marron jumper with a big, gold "G" on it, wiped the moisture from his eyes, and looked up at Oliver.
"Sorry mate didn't see you there-"
"Which is nothing new-" Interrupted his twin brother George, who was wearing a matching jumper with a "F" on it.
"But that's beside the point." Continued Fred, not skipping a beat in his words, even with his brother's interruption. "The point is, why didn't you tell us about her sooner? She's great!"
Oliver could only stand in horror, as the twins split apart from each other, leaving a young, and very attractive blonde girl standing between them. Her tank-top was the exact one Lee had been talking about, white in colour with red and blue lettering. Her jeans were black, moulding to every curve and muscle in her legs. And what trim, fit legs they were, too. She was wearing a simple black zip-up sweater over the shirt, her hair tied back in a ponytail with a bright red ribbon.
A light smile had stretched the corners of her mouth, giving her an innocent air, safely hiding the naughty nature beneath. Deep hazel eyes met her rich chocolate brown ones, and she felt as though she were going to melt. He was even better looking in person!
Shaking his head a bit, Oliver forced himself to relax, stepping towards her a half-step. "My, my. Summer had certainly been kind to you. You look fantastic."
She blushed a light crimson, before closing off the distance between them, fitting perfectly into his arms. "I could say the same for you Oliver! It's comforting to know you haven't stopped lifting the weights since camp."
He had no words to say at this moment, so he took a leaf from the B.O.D. handbook. Placing two fingers under her chin, he tilted her face towards his. Dipping down a bit, he caught her lips between his for a rather sizzling, hot kiss.
Leah had no time to react before she felt Oliver's lips pressed against hers, his tongue gilding over her slightly-dry lips. She could feel her body tense a bit, before relaxing, letting the pleasure take her over. It have been six weeks since she'd seen him. Had him right in front of her where she could kiss, and hold him whenever she pleased. Tuning out the sounds around her, she focussed her attention on his kiss, wanting to give him back the same passion he was giving her.
The Weasley twins and Lee just stood there, dumbfounded. How long had this been going on? Never before had he mentioned anything about a girlfriend, especially not an over-seas one. This was big news; big news that was going to have to get shared around. Cedric would want to get his hands on this information.
Getting frustrated with the situation, Fred cleared his throat much louder then he should have, and stamped his foot against the floor, leaving a dull thud to echo down the corridor. Reluctantly Leah and Oliver split apart, turning their heads to look at Fred, both sporting sheepish faces.
"I think you've made your point Wood."
"Fred!" Exclaimed Lee in a rather upset tone; not trying to hide the smile on his face. "Can't you see Oliver wanted a private moment with his lady friend? A true gentleman would have turned the other way and given them some space; instead of standing there gapping. Love is not meant to be put on display, like some side-show entertainment you'd see a circus. Love is something that should be respected and cherished; an emotion shared between two people."
Leah blushed a deeper crimson, burring her head into Oliver's shoulder. This was getting embarrassing. Especially considering she didn't know any of Oliver's friends. Sighing softly, she dug her face out from his shoulder, and turned to face Lee, her cheeks still rosy.
"Are you boys always like that?"
A rather sexy smirk crossed Lee's face, touching the corners of his mouth and pulling them up. "Well, normally we're a bit better around the edges, but it's the first day back, so you'll have to excuse us. I'm Lee Jordan by the way."
He sild his palm down the thigh of his pants, as if wiping something from it, than offered it to her in a friendly handshake. She tipped a brow in question, but accepted his offer, slipping her hand in his.
"Leah Evans. Pleasure to meet you mate."
Giving Oliver a playful tip of both brows, Lee brought the back of her hand to his lips, and kissed it lightly. "Please, pleasure's all mine." He paused a moment, to release her hand. "You're beautiful."
Once again a heavy blush came over Leah, her words getting caught in the back of her throat. These British boys were not what she was used to. There was a totally different style, and class to them, that she wouldn't have been able to find back in America. But I'm not in America anymore. I'm in Britain. And as the saying goes, when in Rome...
Squaring her shoulders some, she brushed some loose hair back, and flashed him the most attractive smile she could manage, after blushing at heavy as she did.
"And you're a hopeless romantic."
George could not help but laugh, as he dropped into a large, formal bow. "That he is Leah, that he is. I'm George Weasley, this is my twin brother Fred."
At the sound of his name, Fred also dropped down for a large bow. "But it's perfectly alright if you get us confused-"
"-Everyone else does-"
"-But most of the time that's because we give them reason to..."
Oliver shook his head at the twins, and turned his attention back to Leah. Departure time was drawing closer. It was time to get settled, and ready for the long voyage ahead. Running his open palm down her back, he smiled, nuzzling against her neck lightly with his nose.
"We should get comfortable. The train's going to be leaving soon."
She nodded in response, looking over her shoulder at the empty compartment Oliver had selected. Swallowing nervously, she looked back to him, a hint of panic in her eyes. "Umm, exactly how long is this ride going to take?"
He tipped his head slightly in question. "Why?"
"I don't like trains..."