We spent days like that. Doing absolutely nothing educational. We just had tons of fun and occasionally went to see Sprout and McGonagall. We didn't want to think we were dead did we?
I guess it has Christmas Eve when I woke up and found his bed empty. I walked to bathroom and out of nowhere he snogs me. I looked above and what did I see? A big sprig of mistletoe hanging from the doorway. He put it everywhere in the dorm. This will definitely be interesting.
Two house-elves left breakfast for us. Always the health conscious one, Oliver got oatmeal, pumpkin juice, and surprisingly chocolate dipped strawberries. I never got to eat anything I wanted at home so I got chocolate chip pancakes with cool whip, milk, and sausages smothered in maple syrup (it sounds odd but is soooooo good).
I got use to Oliver so much, that we did very little eating. We were a mess. Our faces were drenched in chocolate from the strawberries we shared. Our bodies were smothered in syrup and cool whip. Then he had the brilliant idea of taking a shower. Lets just say I got the best of him…