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Chapter Five: Recalling The Past

"Wow. You'd think in a place like this there'd be more recreational things to do, wouldn't you?" I asked Oliver. I was still cold, especially since I didn't have anything to put my hair up and it was wet. Oliver was sitting on my left with his arm draped over my shoulder as I was balled up for warmth.

"What do you mean? I actually find Ron beating both Harry and Hermione great fun." He said. I had to admit watching the girl, Hermione, lose was interesting. She just wouldn't own up to defeat. Reminded myself of, well myself. And I don't lose, which gave me an idea. I got up from my seat and whispered something in Hermione's ear. A giant grin spread across her face and she nodded. Five moves later…

"Checkmate!" yelled Hermione getting up from her seat and jumping up and down. Ron continued to just stare at the checkmate.

"But, but, but." He said. I hate to say it but that was pretty much everyone's reaction to her win. Except Harry, he went up and thanked her for finally beating Ron.

"He was getting a little cocky, you know." Harry whispered, loud enough for Ron to hear.

"Hey!" said Ron.

"Ron?" asked George.

"Yes?"

"Shut up." Said Fred. Ron's face blushed red but he cleaned up his mess and went to put it up in his dorm, followed by Harry. I just sat there smiling and leaned into Oliver. It had been a while since I had practiced Quidditch and I was tired. We chatted for a while. I was really tired so I stretched out my legs and put my head on his lap. I smiled up at him as he stroked my now dry hair. By this time it was one and everyone had gone down to lunch.

"So…" said Oliver.

"Hmmm?" I asked.

"Now that we are alone, are you gonna tell me about Malfoy, or will I have to force it out of you?" he said with a grin as he traced his hand down from my face, in-between my breasts and down to my navel. Which caused me to fidget because it already tickled.

"Fine, but no tickling!" I warned. I knew he wasn't gonna let the thing drop, and maybe telling someone would ease it a little. I wouldn't tell him everything though that's for sure. He nodded his head in ascent. "A few years ago, back at home at my old school, Wilshere, I met this guy, right? Well we became friends and then it evolved into something a little more. His parents and little brother met me one Christmas when they came over to visit him, about three years ago. My parents had already met him of course. Anyway we hit it off, and everything. His parents went back," I said but Oliver had a question.

"Where did his parents have to come from? You make it sound as though they lived in a different country or something." He asked quizzically.

"Well, they kinda were. They were from London. He transferred there, much in the same way I was transferred here. Anyway a couple years went by, we were still together. We were known not to be messed with, we didn't hang out with the kids that weren't to be messed with, we were the kids who weren't to be messed with. Well last year came and he was a senior cause he's a year older than me. Well I was known for causing trouble with the school, not like I'm a delinquent, more of a person who is trying to change the monotonous and idiotic regulations, rules, and methods of our dear old school. Well, that year I was heading up a 'committee' to 'tweak' a few rules. He and I were a large part of the presentation. Well, I guess they didn't like it, so they called us in and told me to watch what I did or I'd soon be out of the school. They threatened the same of him, but it was a month till graduation so he didn't care. They informed my parents and they got pissed. They yelled at me all night, so I snuck out and went with my guy. We ended up getting drunk and did some stupid things. Now I regret what happened." I said sadly as my hand went down to cover my tattoo even though it didn't show.

"So that's the night you got your-" he started.

"Yep. Anyway our relationship hit a hard area around that time and then he went away. I guess his parents were informed, and they sent for him. I haven't seen him since." I finished.

"I mean, your story was interesting, and I'm glad I found out about your life. But I still don't know what it has to do with Malfoy."

"You know his little brother, the one I met that Christmas?"

"Yeah, why?"

"That, was Draco."

"But then, that, but Malfoy doesn't have a brother."

"Yes he does. He disappointed his parents once, sent to America. Screw up again, back home. I care not to think about what his family thinks of me, especially seeing as I was pretty close to marrying him."

"What's his name? You never said."

"Oh. His name was, it was Eli."

"But what happened?"

"You know I'd rather not talk about it." I said as I lifted shifted and sat on his lap. I didn't want to talk about it anymore. I didn't want to think about it.

"Okay. I'm sorry for prying."

"Don't worry about it." I said as I leaned forward and hugged him , sliding my arms around his neck. He hugged me back and comforted me. I kept on trying to focus on what was going on, but my mind kept on going back to the night I got my tattoo. There was something about that night that I hadn't gotten over. Oliver broke away with a grin on his face.

"You know, I think I'm beginning to like hanging out. We should hang out more often." he said with his eyebrows cocked in an arrogant manner, wiggling them up and down.

"I suppose it wouldn't kill me." I said resignedly with a sigh and looked of to the side.

"No need to be so excited." He said as he turned my head towards him.

"Oh sorry, I'll try to tone it down." I said back to my normal self. We went down and raided the kitchens for lunch. And spent most of the rest of the day together. Oliver begged me to teach him the guitar. But my mind was wandering all day long. Oliver was looking through all of my songs. He was reading one when he asked me another of his never ending questions.

"I like this song, when'd you write that?"

"Oh, crush? I wrote that the year I met Eli." I said, no matter what I did that day Eli kept popping up. My own potential boyfriend kept on reminding me of him for crying out loud!

"So what did you write when you met me?" he said in a manner that reminded me of Fred and George.

"Well, I met you yesterday, so I haven't yet." I said causing him to put on his puppy dog expression. "Whatever, fine you'll get a song." I said laughing quietly.

The rest of the night went well. Finally we each went to bed. All of my fellow dorm mates were fast asleep. I pulled out my notebook and started writing Oliver's song. How can I?