Chapter 4

Broken Hearts

"Hey shorty! Bringing more shame to the family name?" rang out the voice of my cousin, a few weeks later, in an empty corridor.

"What do you want?" I asked impatiently.

"To kill you," breathed Draco.

I grabbed for my wand and yelled "Expelliarmus!" just as Draco yelled "Avada Kedavra!" The spells glanced off of each other. Taking advantage of his split-second hesitation, I yelled, "Stupefy!" and he fell to the ground, stunned. I took his wand and stepped on it, breaking it. "Did you really think you could kill me, you stupid first year cousin of mine?" I questioned. Then, I spit in the beautiful face. Feeling rather shaken up, headed to the common room where I could hopefully get a reprieve.

But before I could take more than a few steps, I was bombarded by Fred, George, and Lee.

"How'd you do that?"

"He really wants to kill you?"

"My God, woman…"

"One at a time!" I burst out. "He probably doesn't want to kill me. He's acting on daddy's orders. You probably want to know why I crushed his wand. That way, people can't figure out the last spell he performed, and he can't go to Azkaban. If Draco did go, Lucius would most certainly kill me," I mused, more to myself than the boys.

I'm not sure if it exactly happened that second, but a friendship between the four of us began to form. And I tried to forget the boggart. But that became impossible when Angelina began talking about what George's boggart turned into.

"What was it? I didn't exactly get to see it," I said.

"Ohh…" grimaced Angelina. "It kinda turned into you snogging Oliver. Then he Riddikulused it and Oliver…kinda… died. And George started laughing manically. It was really scary."

"My God. I am so… loved," I replied, for lack of a better word.

"Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow!" said Katie, trying to lighten the mood.

"Good luck! We'll all be there!" I promised.

And like I promised, I was there at Quidditch tryouts, cheering Katie on. Before Oliver went onto the field, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and to my despair, saw fury flash through George's eyes.

"I'll hope for the best," I thought as I saw the tryouts begin. Not at all surprisingly, Katie got the position, and Oliver characteristically wanted them to practice the next day.

There was a party similar to Angelina and Alicia's for Katie, except that for when I dance with Oliver, it was only half-heartedly. I felt a pang in my heart that I felt wouldn't leave for a long time.

"Oh my God!" Alicia ran down the hall screaming the next day. "Oliver's just been hit in the head REALLY hard with a Bludger! Something might be really wrong!" I felt the pang in my heart worsen, not because Oliver had been injured, but because Fred or George must've hit him. However, despite Alicia's worries, Oliver was up and about two days after the accident.

"I need to talk to you," I stated to Oliver, three days after he'd been out of the hospital wing. "This…our relationship…isn't working out. It's causing…tension… amongst the Quidditch team. I can't do this to Gryffindor anymore, and I can't do that to you. We need to end here, but know you'll always be my first true love." And with that, I turned and walked away, and basically walked away from a stage in my life.

The next day was the first Hogsmeade trip of the year. It should have been a happy occasion, but I just drifted from place to place, without thought and without purpose. Even Zonko's couldn't lift my spirits. "I…I'm just not feeling well," I told Angelina for about the fifth time. "I think I'm gonna go back to Hogwarts," I muttered and trekked up to the castle. I fell on my bed, unconscious of my surroundings. It must have been hours that I lay there, for when I sat up, everybody was asleep. "Oliver? What are you doing here?" I asked.

He didn't answer, just crept towards me. "Percificus Totalus," Oliver murmured, and I was immobilized. He started ripping at my clothes, down to my underclothes, before he realized two more people had entered the room. George stunned Oliver and Fred muttered the counter curse to get me to move again. Even though I was free to move, I didn't. I felt a blanket being put over me and my sweating body being gently carried to the boy's dormitories.

Fred and George placed me in the middle of them, and I fell asleep between the two people who had once hated me the most.

I woke up with two protective arms around me…one from each of the twins. I didn't want to wake them up, but figured it was for the best. "You guys?" I asked, and Fred and George woke up. "Sorry to be such a girl, but is there anywhere besides the Great Hall where I can eat?"

"We know just the place," Fred grinned.

"Great! But first can I…uh…get dressed?" I asked, motioning to my body.

"Sure…we'll wait," George stated simply. So I went up to my dormitory, and was back down within five minutes. The common room was empty (it was 5:00 AM), so I went to the boy's dormitories and saw Fred and George sitting on the bed, talking.

"You ready?" I asked.

"My God. A woman that's ready in under an hour! It's a miracle!" exclaimed Fred.

"So…where are we going?" I inquired.

"You have so much to see of the castle," said George, slinging his arm around my neck.

"Prepare to marvel at the wonder that is the kitchens!" said Fred dramatically, likewise slinging an arm around my neck. We talked as we walked, and before long, I asked the thing that had been burning in my head the whole morning.

"I slept with two guys yesterday. Neither tried to take advantage of me, even though I would have been powerless if they wanted to do something like that. Why?"

"Maybe," said George, after thinking for a while, "Maybe you're too important for those guys to abuse."

"Maybe," Fred replied, "they couldn't ever feel good again with the knowledge that they hurt you."

I gave them a half-smile, just as we arrived at a painting of fruit. "Here we are…at the kitchens," announced Fred with great flourish.

A/N: Before you start thinking that Oliver is a deranged rapist, keep some things in mind! He IS a little OOC, he just got hit in the head with a Bludger, and the purpose of that whole event was to transform Fred, George, and Paige from enemies into friends. So Oliver is NOT, I repeat NOT, a deranged rapist.