Message from Drew to Zolitaire: Um… thanks… I think… but, yeah, it took me a while to come up with a really good one, and, uh… it was… a bit hard to focus, just a bit… but anyway, let's not go there! I think Aycee was trying to torture me because I keep calling her house when she doesn't want me to.
Yeah, but you liked your so-called 'torture'…
Mm hmm. It was very enjoyable.
…
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Chapter Ten, folks, written by moi! Aycee!
Wait. Msg to J-son: Shut up you loser. BOOM HEADSHOT! You've been reading fan fictions too! Did Aycee get you into it?
Chapter Ten
The next morning, Ginny went home to Oliver's house. Oliver heard her quiet sobbing and immediately rose from his spot on the couch. He switched off the radio and made his way towards the hallway.
"Gin? What happened?" She shook her head and pushed Oliver away viciously.
"You didn't tell me," she whispered and disappeared with a crack. A split second later, Blaise popped up in front of Oliver.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know! What happened?"
"I'm going, Oliver!" Hermione called.
"She saw my Mark," Blaise muttered, ignoring her. "She saw it, Oliver… what am I supposed to do now?"
"Did you tell her that I knew?"
"Yes, but –"
"YOU IDIOT!" Oliver grabbed Blaise by the scruff of his collar and led him outside to the yard. "Okay, so what happened? From start to finish, if you will."
"…Do I really have to?"
"Would you fancy a snitch and a broom shoved up your ass?"
"Ooookay… so, what happened, was that late at night we went out, right? Then her friend Mariel started hitting on me, and shit like that then – boom – we started to make out. Ginny saw, ran out of the club and I followed her. Needless to say, she forgave me, one thing led to another; she wakes up, sees my Mark and disappears on me." Blaise took a large breath. "I figured she would be here, but she isn't, and now I have no clue where she is. I can't go to the Burrow, Percy's mad at me because I started laughing at him when a anti-exploding cauldron exploded on him, so I can't go there either, and –"
"Blaise, calm down. Guys shouldn't be able to talk that fast." There was a sudden crash.
"What was that?" Oliver began to walk towards the hallway when Blaise pulled him back by the collar.
"Hallway – bad. Let's get going. Where's Granger?"
"Mungo's," Oliver replied, grabbing his wand on instinct when a thud sounded through the house.
"Pick her up along the way. McGonagall sent me a note saying something about going to Hogwarts. Go there."
"I wanna know who's in my house."
"Death Eaters, okay? Let's go! Apparate to Saint Mungo's." After they got Hermione, they went to Hogsmeade.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked.
"Death Eaters broke into the house," Oliver explained quickly as they stepped through the great oak doors. "Hey! Ashley!"
"Oliver! What's up?"
"Nothing, I just need to know if McGonagall's got a new password."
"Nope."
"Figures. Thanks, Ash." Ashley nodded and continued walking with her giggling friends down the hall. At one point, she slapped one of them on the shoulder before turning around and waving at Oliver. Knowing what was going on, Oliver laughed and went to McGonagall's office with Hermione and Blaise.
"Kill Snape," he recited.
"That's the password?" Blaise laughed. "Wow. I knew she was, like, obsessed with killing him already, but… wow…"
"Hermione, I need you to stay out here," Oliver said. "Okay? Thanks." Blaise and Oliver disappeared up the staircase into the Headmistress's office. "McGonagall, we're here."
The chair spun around.
"Oh, finally! What took you two so long?"
"Blaise came a bit late; Death Eaters broke into my house so we had to get Hermione from her check-up at Mungo's."
"…What? Why?"
"I don't know!" Oliver exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Ask him!" Blaise shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.
"They never told me about raiding your house. They usually tell me these things so I don't get in the way."
"Tell me; is there anything at your house of any significance?"
"I'm not sure. You might want to ask Hermione that. Their one goal is the Order, and, thanks to you, Zabini, they know that Hermione and Ginny live with me."
"Hey, hey, I'm just trying to get my brother and sister back!" Blaise said angrily. "You know what it's like! What are you doing?" Blaise suddenly asked as McGonagall began whispering to Fawkes, whom she inherited after Dumbledore died. As Fawkes flew off, McGonagall stared hard at him, and then turned to Oliver.
"I'm going to have a team search your house, all right?" Oliver nodded and looked at Blaise.
"She sent a message to Lupin. You can tell Blaise, McGonagall. He's good, he's okay." McGonagall harrumphed and walked out of her office.
"Ginny Weasley is in the staff room."
"She is?" Blaise asked. "Where – where's the staff room?" He chased McGonagall out of the room. "Where is she? Can I talk to her?"
As Blaise dogged McGonagall's footsteps down the hall, Oliver leant back against a wall and sat down beside Hermione.
"Sorry you didn't get to go to your appointment," he said.
"It's okay. I would've gotten straight home if you hadn't come, and the Death Eaters could still be there." Oliver smiled as Hermione laid her head against his chest.
"I'm thinking of joining the Order again… to help Blaise out."
"Mm."
"But my brother says that if I join, he's joining with me. I don't want that."
"Hey! What're you doing here? Who's that? Why's your arm around her?" Oliver looked up and saw his brother there. Hermione stifled a laugh. Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"What I'm doing here is none of your business. This is Hermione. My arm is around her because I like her. Go away."
"No." Mike sat down on the floor next to Hermione. "I'm Mike Wood, sixteen and single, if you wanted to know."
"What happened to Ashley?" Oliver asked. Mike shrugged.
"We were drifting apart, so we agreed to be friends." He looked at Hermione and raised his eyebrows. Oliver leaned forward and slapped him upside the head. Hermione giggled.
"Look what you did, you dork. You made her giggle. She's too old for you."
"She's too young for you. What's wrong with giggling?"
"Go away; you're acting like… Gregory Flint."
"YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!"
"I did. Now go away. You're still coming for Christmas, right?"
"Yeah. Bye, now, have fun." Oliver lengthened his leg and tripped his brother. He smiled innocently at him.
"Bye bye." Hermione laughed as Mike walked away.
"That's your brother, huh?" Oliver smirked and nodded. "And who's Gregory Flint?"
"Marcus Flint's brother. I never knew he had a brother until Mike complained about him to me last year. You could call it family rivalry." Hermione smiled and sunk deeper into Oliver.
"Those suck." Oliver laughed and planted a small kiss against Hermione's temple. She sighed contentedly and looked up. Her hazel eyes found Oliver's deep brown ones. He looked at her adoringly; the corners of his lips turned up into a small smile. He pressed his lips softly against hers. Hermione shifted around in Oliver's arms and he began to kiss her neck gently.
Footsteps sounded through the hallway and they sprung apart. Oliver stood up and wiped the dirt off of his pants. He stared at Hermione's neck. Her hand flew to beneath her jaw as McGonagall reached them.
"They won't stop fighting," McGonagall complained. Oliver and Hermione laughed.
"Okay, show the way to the staff room. I don't remember where it is," Oliver said. As McGonagall led them down the halls, Oliver took Hermione's hand. She didn't protest.
"YOU NEVER LET ME EXPLAIN!"
"YOU DIDN'T NEED TO EXPLAIN!"
"WHY ARE YOU SO GODDAMN STUBBORN?"
"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A GODDAMN JERK?"
"I'M NOT A JERK! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
"NOTHING'S WRONG WITH ME! I'M NOT THE ONE THAT LET SOME CRAZY WIZARD BURN A MARK INTO MY SHOULDER!"
"I'M NOT THE ONE THAT FELL OFF MY BROOM JUST TO GET SOME PERSON'S ATTENTION!"
"Good luck." McGonagall left Oliver and Hermione standing at the doorway. The room was a mess. Chairs were over-turned, books were scattered and the two of them were on opposite sides of the room.
"YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!"
"I DO LOVE YOU!"
"PROVE IT!"
"FINE!" Blaise strode over to Ginny and kissed her fiercely.
"TH – TH – TH – THAT DOESN'T PROVE ANYTHING!"
"I DON'T JUST KISS SOME PERSON I DON'T LIKE!"
"SHUT UP!" Oliver screamed at the top of his lungs. "Ginny, look –"
Oliver was interrupted with Lupin's voice over the P.A system.
"All students please return to their respective dormitories."
Before Oliver could move to the door, McGonagall blocked his way out with Lupin and Michael behind her.
"What's going on?" Blaise asked.
"Death Eaters," Michael said.
"Go back to your dorm," Oliver said firmly, pointing out of the room. Michael glared at Oliver.
"I can't. I was passing by McGonagall's office when the doors burst open. What's happening, Ol?"
A/N:
Chapter ten's done… sorry it's so short; I wanted to get it up for Emilie because she e-mailed me, LOL! (And yes, Drew is very weird… but that's why I like him! (: )
RnR