Heh... so i forgot to put a little authors note at the beginning of the last one... sorry guys, this is my first story after all...
so...
Disclaimer: I own everything but Oliver Wood and Hogwarts and any other characters that appear in Harry Potter... Charlie's mine!
Five months later
I stood once again in front of the Hogwarts express, waiting patiently next to a not-so-patient Oliver.
"Where the hell are they?" He muttered darkly, checking his watch for the thousandth time in ten minutes.
I rolled my eyes at him and smiled in spite of myself.
"You did tell them six o'clock didn't you?"
Oliver glanced at me sideways.
"I'm pretty sure I did, yes."
I laughed at him.
"Look at the clock." I told him when he looked at me as though I was an alien.
Oliver turned and glanced at the clock then sighed.
"Why didn't you tell me my watch was half an hour fast?" he accused, taping it with his wand.
"Because it's so much more fun to watch you suffer." I thought for a second. "And laugh when you're at class half an hour early." I added dryly, picking up one side of my trunk and wheeling it away towards the barrier.
"You're infuriating sometimes did you know that?" Oliver said, jogging after me.
I smiled at him over my shoulder.
"You know you love me."
It was meant as an innocent 'friend' sort of comment but I could have sworn he stumbled a little as I said it.
"What?" He exclaimed.
"Relax Oliver, it was a joke." I told him, the corners of my mouth twitching upwards.
"Oh right…" He said sounding bemused.
I grinned to myself and walked nonchalantly through the barrier and into muggle Kings Cross to wait for Mr and Mrs Wood.
When Oliver had asked me to spend my last Hogwarts Christmas with him at the Wood mansion I had readily accepted. Mrs Wood was famous for her huge family reunion type Christmas dinners and I had a feeling Oliver didn't want to go and endure the 'my how you've grown' sort of comments from fussy Aunts alone. I didn't mind as I would probably walk over hot coals for a slice of Diane Wood's Christmas pudding.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the familiar packet of never-ending elfin Chocolate and handed a square to Oliver who immediately forgot the previous misdemeanour and chewed down happily on the sweet. It was amazing how chocolate solved everything.
He almost choked when a shrill voice rang out behind us on the platform.
"OLIVER DARLING!"
I coughed hurriedly to smother my laugh and absently patted my friend on the back as Mr and Mrs Wood came bustling up to the both of us. It was easy to see which side of the family Oliver took after as his father rolled his eyes in my direction and moved to shake my hand in greeting.
"Come to keep us all sane have you Charlie?" He asked, flinching as his wife swiped him playfully across his shoulder blades.
I grinned.
"That's the plan."
"Hello Charlotte dear…child."
I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling at the audible pause. Mrs Wood had never really known what to do with me. I had actually caught her husband shaking his head at her when she'd almost dipped in a curtsey as though I were royalty.
I gave her a hug and offered them both some chocolate.
"I've got some more in my bag from Mum, for hot chocolate." I told them.
Beside me Oliver nearly fainted.
"You didn't tell me that." He accused.
"That's because you would have nicked it while I was asleep."
Oliver smiled sheepishly.
"Can you blame me?" He said, reaching out for another piece of the precious sweet.
I rolled my eyes and handed him the rest. Really, what was the attraction of a few pieces of chocolate to humans?
Mr Wood took my trunk from me (ignoring my protests) and we wandered through the crowd towards the ministry cars waiting for us at the front of the station.
So... that's the second chapter down. I'll try and update soon but in the mean time, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Please... :)