Author's Note: Here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy. I'm having fun writing it so I hope you're having fun reading it.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters.

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In the end, the kids decided to go for a walk. They couldn't stand being in the house with Draco and Ginny there. It was just too weird. As they walked, Delia and Oliver put as much space between each other as possible.

"I can't believe this is happening," Sophia said.

"God Soph, just drop it already," Misty cried. Delia shook her head.

"No, it's fine. I can't believe it's happening either," she said.

"Maybe you two should talk to your parents," Wynter suggested. Oliver stopped in his tracks.

"No way! I don't know exactly what's going on, but I know that this would kill my mum."

"My dad too," Delia said.

"I can't even imagine how it would feel for my mum or da," Sophia said, her parents' heritage sneaking out while she was upset. Oliver tugged on his curls and growled.

"We've got to do something, we can't just sit here and do nothing," he said.

"What exactly do you propose we do? Tell our parents we know, try and play matchmaker?" Delia asked, her voice edged with anger. Oliver thought on that.

"Definitely not the former, but maybe the latter," he said, more to himself than anything.

"What do you mean?" Misty asked. Delia was fuming at him.

"If you think you're going to pull of some harebrained scheme Oliver Malfoy, you'll just make things worse. I swear to God!..." She didn't get the chance to finish. A group of Muggle kids from the neighborhood walked up.

"Mind clearing up the sidewalks?" the ringleader asked Wynter.

"Last time I checked it was public property Aaron, you're free to go around," Wyn replied. Misty tugged on her brother's sleeve.

"Just forget it Wyn, he's not worth it. We can just keep walking." Aaron reached out and ran a finger down Misty's cheek.

"I could show you just what I'm worth," he purred. She slapped his hand away and her eyes flashed.

"Keep your hands off me," she said dangerously.

"You heard her Aaron," Oliver said. The muggle boy spared a look at Oliver before turning back to Wynter.

"Probably better anyway. I wouldn't want to lower myself for a freak like your sister, no matter how good I've heard she is." Aaron barely had time to blink before Wynter's fist connected with his face.

"You broke my nose!" he yelled.

"You ever say anything like that about my sister again, and I'll make sure you never walk again. Got it?" Aaron only glared.

"Freaks," he muttered as he and his friends went around and walked the other way. When Wynter turned there were tears running down his twin's face.

"Wyn, you know I've never… Not with anybody. I've never even kissed a guy, I would never…" she gasped through her tears.

"I know Misty, he's just a jealous ass," he said, draping his arm across her shoulders and pulling her close. As they were walking away one of Aaron's friends caught up with them. Misty studied the ebony-haired, green-eyed boy speculatively.

"What do you want Byron?" Delia asked. Byron ignored Delia and turned to Misty.

"I wanted to apologize for Aaron. I know it doesn't mean much coming from me, but I'm sorry. I can't believe he would say something like that. We all know it's not true, he's just jealous because you won't date him. So I'm sorry."

"Thanks Byron," Misty said as Wynter and Oliver steered her away. "Really."

That night Oliver was lost in thought when his mother knocked on his door.

"Hry Ollie," Hermione said as she took a seat on the banana chair next to his bed. "You want to tell me what's wrong?" Oliver winced.

"It's no big deal mum, really. One of the muggle kids just said something really foul about Misty today."

"Do I need to call Blaise and Jen?" Hermione asked.

"No, Wynter took care of it, and Misty's fine. His mum raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sure Wynter took care of things. But since I'm sure the kid deserved it to get to Wyn, I'll skip the mom violence talk.

"Thanks Mum," he said, truly grateful. He didn't want to get Wynter in trouble, the kid had enough problems as it was. She nodded and patted his knee.

"Welcome, but you'd better let me know if it happens again."

"It won't, Wyn broke the ass hole's nose," Oliver said gleefully. Hermione's eyes widened.

"I'm ignoring the swearing and pretending I didn't hear the rest," she said as she left the room. A few seconds later Draco came in, Wynter in tow.

" You have a visitor Ollie," he said. Oliver smiled tightly.

"Thanks Dad," he said. Draco left and Wynter closed the door before occupying the chair Hermione had vacated moments before.

"Wow, awkward much? Wynter asked.

"You have no idea," Oliver told him with a sigh. "So how's Misty?"

"She's fine, totally over it. Actually, I kind of need your advice."

"Sure Wyn what's up?" Wyn blew out his breath in one long puff.

"I need you to help me with Soph." Wynter sat up a little straighter and paid close attention.

"Sure, I'll do what I can," he said. Wynter sighed.

"I don't know what to do man. I'm absolutely crazy about her, and all she can talk about is Chudley," he said bitterly. "Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but he barely even knows that Sophia exists. He's not interested in her at all, but I am!"

"Have you tried telling her how you feel?" Wyn jumped up and began to pace.

"Sadly, yes. I think she thought I was joking around." Oliver was at a loss.

"Oh, well then, um… God I don't know Wyn. Sophia's such an enigma."

"I know, that's part of what I love about her." Oliver studied his friend closely.

"I've known you for my entire life, and I've never seen you like this before. You really love her don't you?"

"Yeah I do. I just wish I could find a way to get her focus off of Chudley."

"Talk to Chudley, next time Sophia's over to your place have Chudley hang around and act like a disgusting idiot. Try and get Sophia turned off from him."

"That may just work. I've got to go home and talk to Misty. I'll have to call Chudley and see if he'll do this for me when he and his friends get back. Thanks Oliver." He was gone before Oliver finished his reply.

"You're welcome."

When Wynter was on his way home, Oliver picked up the phone and dialed Delia. She picked up after the first ring.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," Delia replied. There was an awkward pause.

"Delia, I want to talk to you. Someplace neutral. Will you meet me at the park?"

"Yeah." They both hung up. Oliver let his mom know where he was going then set out for the park. When he got there Delia was already waiting. She was sitting on her usual swing, rocking back and forth gently. He sat down next to her and they both remained quiet for a minute.

"It's so quiet. It feels like our first date," Oliver finally said.

"We had our first date when I was eight Ollie."

"Oh yeah." He paused. "I hate this Delia. We snapped at each other all day, we never snap at each other. I don't want whatever is going on to tear us apart."

"I know, and I don't want that either, but I'm just so confused. I can't believe my mom would do that."

"I don't want to believe that my dad would either, but it all seemed pretty clear today. I just can't stand the thought of this screwing up what we have."

"I know, but…" Oliver rose from the swing and dropped to his knees in front of her. He reached out and grabbed her hands.

"No buts. I love you Delia, I have for pretty much my entire life. I won't lose you now!"

"I love you too, but what are we supposed to do?" She dropped her head and her forehead rested against his.

"I don't know, but we'll figure something out. We have to."