A.N.) Ok, it's been a while. A LOT of drama has gone on in my life recently and I'm not about to go into any details. Trig is getting harder and it may be longer till I can post, but be patient. Anyway, here's a little something to keep you all busy till then.


"Shouldn't we wake them up?"

"Nah, just leave them. They'll be up soon enough."

Why could no one be quiet while I'm sleeping? And what do they mean 'they'?

I couldn't sleep anymore, the noise of those walking past waking me. I woke to find an arm draped over me, a body behind me.

My eyes still adjusting to the light, I turned my head to look behind me and saw Oliver sleeping like a baby.

Seeing him made me smile, the warm morning sun playing across his face making him look like a little kid.

I turned over and gently ran my fingers through his hair, softly kissing him.

"Buenos días," I whispered, kissing him again.

Oliver slowly opened his eyes and smiled at me, returning my kiss.

"Buenos días to you too," Oliver whispered back, running his fingers through my hair.

"How is it that you can sound sexy in any language?" I asked him, laughing.

"You bless me with that gift," Oliver replied, grinning.

"I'm sure I do," I said, smiling back.

"We should go get ready for the game this afternoon," Oliver said, still grinning.

"You and your desire for winning," I said, rolling my eyes at him.

We sat up together, Oliver making me laugh again.

"What?" he asked, an arm around my waist.

"You hair," I replied, giggling.

Oliver's hair was sticking up in every direction, his typical messy hair after waking up and not fixing it.

Rolling his eyes, Oliver stood up and lifted me into his arms.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, grinning at him.

"I'm making sure you actually go get ready. If I left you, I'd probably come back and find you asleep," Oliver replied, carrying me up the staircase.

"Whatever," I said as Oliver gently set me down in front of my dorm.

As I went to open the door to my dorm, Oliver grabbed my hand and spun me around, my body pressed against his.

"My Captain ordered me to go get ready," I said, looking up into his soft brown eyes.

"Your Captain needs to relax," Oliver replied, grinning down at me.

"You tell him then. I've given up," I said, walking my fingers up his chest.

"I'll do that," he replied, kissing me.

Oliver ran his fingers through my hair, our lips not leaving each other's. All thoughts escaped me, as did time. Oliver slowly pulled away.

"I'll see you at the field house in two hours," Oliver said, letting go of me.

"Why the extra hour?" I asked, grinning at him again.

"We have plays to choose for this game. Besides, I want to fit in your new play so we can completely throw off Slytherin," he replied, grinning back at me.

Rolling my eyes, I kissed Oliver one more time before turning to walk into my dorm, only to walk into the door since I had not opened it earlier. Before I could open it, Oliver reached around me and opened the door, still grinning.

"You must first open a door before trying to enter," Oliver said, laughing as I walked in.

"Love you too," I replied, closing the door behind me.

Pulling out my clothes, I smiled as I gazed at the picture of Oliver and me on my nightstand, the two of us sitting under a tree before rolling on the grass, laughing.

"I didn't think anyone was there that afternoon," I whispered to myself. "What would I do without him?"


After getting a quick bite of food, I made my way across the grounds to the Quidditch pitch.

Stopping briefly next to one of the stands, I looked across the pitch at the lake, wondering if I had simply dreamed about last night.

Had Oliver and I really been down here? Or had it all been a wonderful dream?

Without thinking about it, I took off my jacket, the warm day making it unnecessary. Then I realized it wasn't mine.

Last night really had happened. It wasn't a dream. I smiled as I walked to the field house, Oliver's jacket carrying his unique scent that I love so much.

I walked into the field house and opened my office, laying Oliver's jacket on the couch. As I turned around to go to my locker, I found Oliver standing in the doorway.

"I'm surprised you're not in uniform already," I said as I walked to him, smiling.

"We can plan first," he replied, taking my hand and kissing it.

I blushed as he kissed my hand again before we walked over to the play board. Oliver pulled out his play book and flipped to the next blank page before handing it to me.

"I feel so honored. My play gets a spot in your sacred book," I said, grinning as I took it from him.

"It's a brilliant play. I'm not going to let that go," he replied, smiling back at me.

I shook my head as I wrote down my play. Once I had finished it, I handed Oliver his book and went up to the board.

Taking my wand out of my back pocket, I used it to draw our team in starting position.

"Follow along if you can. I tricked you before, and I just might do it again," I said, turning around and smirking at him.

"Try me."


"There's no way we can lose," Oliver said once we had chosen our plays.

"With a Keeper like you, it's near impossible," I commented, standing up so I could go change.

"You're a keeper to me," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me to him.

"Good to know," I whispered in reply, kissing him.

At that moment, our team decided to walk in.

"Hey, get a room would you!" Fred and George shouted, startling us.

Blushing, I turned and walked over to the girls' side after greeting the twins.

"Maybe our serious Captain isn't so serious," Fred said, laughing.

"Or maybe we found his weakness," George added, laughing along with his twin.

"Oh, both of you just sit on it," Oliver replied as they walked to their side.

I couldn't help but laugh.


"Game time!" I shouted excitedly as Rebecca and Bethany grabbed their brooms.

"It's good to see you back to normal," Rebecca said. "We were worried about you."

"I think Oliver had a lot to do with getting you back," Bethany commented as she pulled up the neck of my robes.

Both of them laughed as they walked out. Stopping at a mirror, I pulled down the neck to see what was so funny.

"¿Qué? Oh. Nice," I said, blushing as I pulled the neck back up.

I would most definitely say last night happened.


After we went over our plays for the game, we made our way toward the field, Oliver and Harry leading as usual.

"Let's go kick some Slytherin arse!" Oliver shouted as we mounted our brooms, all of us shouting cheers in reply.

The door was raised and we flew out onto the field, flying around before taking our positions.

As much as I hated Slytherin, I couldn't help but smile at my surroundings. The cheering crowds, the sound of the Bludgers waiting to escape, and the all too familiar voice of Professor McGonagall warning Jordan.

"Jordan, no favoritism!" she shouted after he made a particularly snide remark about our opponent.

I couldn't help but snicker. Actually, we all did, with Slytherin glaring at us.

"I want a nice, clean game from all of you," Madam Hooch said, shooting icy glares out Slytherin.

As if they cared!

Madam Hooch opened the chest, releasing the Bludgers and Snitch. Picking up the Quaffle and tossing it into the air, she blew her whistle and the game started.

Rebecca was first to grab the Quaffle, dropping it down to Bethany as she moved to my right. Bethany tossed the Quaffle up to me and moved to my left. Glancing at both of them, they grinned in reply.

"Let's get it started!" I shouted.

Slytherin never saw it coming.

"Gryffindor is up 200 to nothing! An excellent play led by Cristina, Rebecca, and Bethany! It looks like the play consists of Cristina holding the Quaffle against her –"

"Jordan, don't say it –"

"I can't blame Slytherin for being distracted by her –"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry Professor," Jordan said before quickly getting back into the game. "Slytherin finally has possession of the Quaffle...or they did. Nice Bludger by Fred, er, George...oh, it's one of those two."

I laughed as I caught the Quaffle from Oliver, taken from an easy save. I tossed it to Bethany. She and Rebecca flew down the pitch, passing the Quaffle back and forth.

Before long, we were up 300 to nothing. Something didn't seem right. Slytherin was never this simple to play against. Then again, we hadn't even been playing ten minutes yet.

I had possession of the Quaffle again, easily maneuvering around the Slytherin players. An easy goal was in my sight as I brought my arm back to shoot. Then –

"That one had to hurt! Gryffindor's Chaser Cristina took a hard Bludger to the arm. But she still scores!" Jordan shouted.

Now I found myself hanging upside down from my broom, my right arm hanging limply by my side.

"I always wanted to impersonate a three-toed tree sloth," I mumbled sarcastically to myself as I rolled back over.

I ignored the pain that shot through me as I moved my arm, the crowd cheering as I took off again. There was no doubt my arm was broken, but we had a game to win.

Once my arm was back in one piece, someone was getting a black eye.

"Catch the Snitch soon please," I called out as I flew past Harry, who was still searching for the elusive golden ball.

"Watch yourself!" Oliver shouted to me as he tossed me the Quaffle.

"I'll be fine! Don't worry about me!" I shouted back, watching for Bludgers as I raced to score another goal.

I made another easy goal, barely tossing the red ball through one of the lower hoops.

Flint grabbed the Quaffle and sped off toward Oliver.

"Don't even think about it," I mumbled to no one as I took off after him, my fellow Chasers close behind.

"Look out!" someone shouted.

I quickly turned around and –


-Oliver-

"NO!" I shouted as she went down.

"And Gryffindor has just lost a Chaser! I don't think she'll be getting up after a two-Bludger hit. What a dirty, rotten play by Slytherin!" Jordan shouted.

McGonagall didn't say anything.

I could see the grin on Flint's face growing as he neared me. He was no going to get away from this.

After catching his pathetic shot, I threw the Quaffle at the back of his head hard enough for the momentum to make his face hit his broomstick just as Harry caught the Snitch.

I sped down to Cristina as Jordan announced our victory. I jumped off my broom and ran to her before I had even landed on the ground. The rest of our teams was close behind.

I kneeled at her side, gently lifting her up. Her body hung limply from my arms, the sadness inside of my overwhelming.

"Come on, wake up. Please Cristina, wake up," I said softly, praying to myself that she would wake up.

The rest of our team came and stood around me, no one saying anything. I stood up and lifted Cristina into my arms, holding her close.

"We'll meet tonight in the Common Room at eight," I told the team before I walked toward the school, my voice shaking as I spoke.

Once I was out of sight, I broke into a run and ran until I reached the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomphrey was already waiting.

"Lay her down over here, quickly please," she instructed me, my state of panic still getting the best of me. "Now help me get all this padding off."

I did as I was told, not saying a word. Once that was done, Madam Pomphrey shooed me out. I went and sat outside the door without any argument.

"She's tough and you know it. She'll be fine," I heard someone say.

I looked up to see Fred and George standing over me.

"And don't even think about blaming yourself. It's Quidditch and that was Slytherin. It could have happened to any of us," Fred said, his twin nodding in agreement.

"Where're the others?" I asked, trying to distract myself.

"They're coming. They just stayed to clean up the field house since we always tend to trash it," George said, his attempt to lighten my mood failing.

I jumped to my feet when Madam Pomphrey opened the door, Fred and George standing behind me.

"I still can't see why such a violent game is so popular," she said to the three of us.

"How is she?" I asked, ignoring what she said.

"Lucky. Had it not been for all the padding you all wear, she would be far worse," Madam Pomphrey said, making us feel like we were being scolded.

"Please, Madam Pomphrey, is Cristina alright?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"She could be better. Broken arm, large bruises, a few broken ribs, a concussion, but she'll live," Madam Pomphrey replied.

"Can I see her?" I asked, about ready to run into the room.

"Ten minutes," she replied before walking out.

I ran to Cristina's bed, her sleeping form looking peaceful despite her injuries. I stood there silently, looking down at her sadly as I gently stroked her head.

Madam Pomphrey walked in ten minutes later and made us leave, despite my protesting. I didn't want to leave Cristina, but I had no choice.

Fred, George, and I made our way back to our Common Room, none of us saying anything. What was there for me to say? The girl I loved more than anything was seriously injured and I couldn't stay with her.

"Tell the rest of the team they played well and that I went to bed sick," I said to the twins as we walked through the Fat Lady's portrait.

Both of them nodded in reply as I made my way up to our dorm.

Closing the door behind me, I walked over to my bed and looked at the picture of me and Cristina on my nightstand.

We were celebrating our win of the Quidditch cup last year. We had an arm wrapped around each other while holding the trophy high in the air over our heads. The smiles on our faces were priceless.

I took off my robes and armor, tossing them at the foot of my bed. Taking off my shirt, I fell onto my bed and drew the curtains closed around me.

"What does the world have against her? What does the world have against us?" I thought to myself as tears came to my eyes.

I promised to protect her, but she still got hurt.

I couldn't hold the tears back anymore. Silencing the area around my bed, I cried until I fell asleep.

Why wasn't I there to save her?


A.N.) Ok, so that's it until I get back from Orlando. I promised I try and get a chapter up before I left for my chorus competition and here it is. Then Spring Break! Yay! Course, I'll be workin on my Hamlet research paper...ugh. God help me. So, enjoy what I've left ya cuz that's it for a little while. Hey, I'll try and write at least a little while in Florida. Rock on KMHS Chorus!