A/N: Must hurry, must hurry! I haven't been able to use my computer for almost 2 weeks because of a move and vacation. But today the men have come to install the internet and so I can finally update the last chapter to Second Time Around. I really loved writing this fanfic. Sooo much fun. So when I go get the book tonight at midnight (YAY!), maybe I'll be inspired to write others. Thanks sooooo much for each and every review and for anyone who read my lil' fic. Hope it was enjoyable :-). Thanks very very very much to my beta, Charlie, who came into the fic at a late stage but was still so important to it anyway. Yum! Betas—made from the best stuff on earth.

And now that I'm done with my end-of-the-story speech, let me explain some things.

A/N2: Firstly, I made up a couple spells in the story. Lumos Intentia which is just "intense" lumos. Proteus Dimidium which is the protean charm and dimidium means "half" so I was charming the coins into halves that were linked to each other. And finally, Questio Dimidium which is a search spell. Questio means "search". Latin is a very cool language.

And then, the question about the Gobbo thing. A couple people were asking me to explain it, so I'll do so briefly. Gobbo is not Wormtail and "Master" is not Lord Voldemort. I suppose I might have subconsciously fashioned Gobbo to be like Wormtail, but that wasn't my conscious intent. "Master" is just a random Death Eater in which I didn't even bother to reveal his name and Gobbo is some deranged old man, perhaps an old friend of "Master", that somehow became enslaved by the Death Eater. Hope that clears everything up. And now…the story.

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Crack!

Angelina appeared right in front of the large, cushiony couch in the living room of the flat. On her face was a beaming smile and giggles threatened to burst free with joy. One of the owners of the flat was sitting, slouched, on the couch, pointedly ignoring the girl that had materialized in front of him. One look at his face and Angelina burst out laughing.

He threw an angry look at her and scowled.

Angelina had already been back to her flat and had changed out of her robes. Instead she stood comfortably in light blue shorts and a white t-shirt. Oliver still donned his Quidditch robes of royal blue with the "Puddlemere United" logo on the sleeve. He was dirty and sweaty and it didn't look as if he'd moved from that couch since when he had apparated back to the flat at the end of the game. That was half an hour ago.

"Do you mind not looking so smug? Poor Anderson's in the back room crying right now."

He seemed serious, but Angelina wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. Surely Puddlemere had lost games before. Maybe hiding and crying was what Oliver was longing to do himself, she thought snidely.

She went to go sit on his lap but he crossed his arms and gave her a reproachful look. She laughed again; he was so predictable. She straddled his lap instead, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Aw, I'm sorry, Oliver," she whispered as she stroked the back of his head. She leaned back and spared him a compassionate look. "It was inconsiderate of me to come over here gloating when my team had just KICKED YOUR BUTT!"

She laughed harder as Oliver tried, without success, to dislodge her from his lap. The ensuing struggle lasted for a couple moments until Oliver had flipped them over and had Angelina pinned beneath him.

He glared down at her for a second and then bent down to kiss her. "You're a hell of a flyer, Johnson. Always thought so."

Angelina beamed up at him. "Well you blocked most of my shots," she pointed out earnestly. "—except for the four I got through!"

Oliver growled in false rage and started tickling her, his only power against her at the moment. Angelina laughed until she thought she might die—happily, of course.

When he had finally stopped and she lay gasping for breath, he flipped them onto their sides. The chair was barely big enough for one person and so they were uncomfortably close, legs and arms entwined.

"Yeah, well, there was something in my eye," he shot back feebly. Angelina just grinned some more.

He kissed her again. She loved these impromptu kisses. She felt the joy bubbling up inside of her again, aching to be released. Like when she was flying, she decided suddenly. His kisses made her feel like she was up in the air again—flying.

He rested his head next to hers and gave her a mock indignant look. "I didn't know you'd be playing today."

"Whyles was out for injury since our last game against the Tornados. They had been putting me in for extra training for weeks."

He looked hard at her again. It had been a hefty secret to keep. She had known she would be playing chaser against Oliver, but she wanted it to be a surprise. He didn't take it so well, apparently.

"Aw, don't look so sad, Oli. We're only halfway through the season," she said softly, looking at his disgruntled expression. When he still didn't look appeased, she wrapped her arms around his neck again and gave him a big, smacking kiss on the lips. "Who knows…" she said with a shrug when she pulled back.

"Who knows," he repeated huskily, kissing her again. And again, and again. Big, sloppy, smacking kisses that made Angelina giggle as she swiped at the wetness on her face, and her heart filled with joy.

He flipped them over again so Angelina was now on top, Oliver pinned beneath her. He didn't seem to mind at all.

Angelina sat up and bounced joyfully on his stomach while Oliver made exaggerated faces of pain. Everything seemed so very funny to her. She laughed heartily.

The noise from the living room must have drawn Anderson from his room because he suddenly walked in on them.

"Oh, hey Paul," Angelina said over her shoulder, a little embarrassed. She made to get off of Oliver but he held her in place.

Anderson, his eyes curiously red, stared from Angelina, to Oliver pinned beneath her, back to Angelina again.

"Uh, I think I'll just head out. You two…uh…have fun. Be safe," he added as an after thought, and apparated away.

Angelina gave an embarrassed sort of giggle. "I thought you were lying about him being here. He didn't have to leave—"

"Oh yes he did!"

Oliver grabbed Angelina's face and pulled her down for a long, heated kiss. Knowing where this would undoubtedly lead, Angelina pulled from his grasp and jumped off to the floor. She ran towards Oliver's bedroom shouting over her shoulder, "Last one there is a bludger brain—".

Before she had even reached the bedroom though, Oliver's strong arms caught her from behind and spun her around. She knew she was caught; done for. The joyous ache inside of her swelled to a bursting point as Oliver wrapped her in his arms. Angelina had lost this little game, but she didn't mind at all.

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A/N: Fin!

And remember? Oliver's roommate is named Paul Anderson. I had Angie use his first name because she doesn't know him that well.

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