3. In The Air Again

"Remeber to read pages twentythree to fourtyfive for the next lesson!" McGonagall said.

Harry packed his books and ran, as fast as he could, out of the Transfiguration classroom. It was his last lesson on the day, and he really wanted to ride his broom. He was looning for it. He ran towards the dormetry.

"The Golden Snitch!"

The painting flew open and he ran up the stairs. He throw his bag at his bed and fetched the Firebolt and turned to the stairs. Then he stopped and truning around, hes blick upon the window.

»o«

He felt happy, for the second time this day. His hair flying backwards as the wind was ripping his face. The people beneath him was flying by and looked like small ants. He felt happy, happy to be in the air again, after a so long time. He did a loop, and feeled the tickle in his stomach. He looked down and saw the Whomping Willow and then the Quidditch Pitch. He circled arounde the goal rings and then landed on the grass. The sun was shining, bright and cosy. He layed down on his back watching the clouds. He saw them take forms. A broom. A golden snitch. A…

"Oliver?" Harry sat up as fast as he could, seeing Oliver flying above him.

"Hi, Harry!" he shouted and began circeling down to him.

Harrys heart began to pounce harder as Oliver landen next to him. He, Oliver, smiled. Harry tried to smile back, but his mouth was dry.

"So, Harry, how's things going?" Olver asked, looking in the air.

"W-what things?"

"Well, like…" Oliver started. "…love?"

Now Harry really felt like the Sahara desert in his throat. He opened his mouth, but closed it again. This he did about three times before he nodded his head. A no-nodd. Oliver probobly caught it, because he started talking.

"Angelina and I, Johnsson ofcourse, we…erhm…got something going, you could say" Oliver said.

Harry felt something in his stomach, like a monster waking to life after a long sleep. He wished that Oliver would stop, so that the hideous monster would go to sleep again. But Oliver continued.

"It's a Hogsmeade visit this weekend, you know. We're going to Madam Puddifoot's" he turned his head to Harry. "You've heard of that?"

Harry just shoke his head, afraid if he'd open it he would shout at Oliver.

"Well, I don't personally like it, but I do it for Angelinga. She's so cute when she's… Harry?"

Harry had got onto his feet and was walking away with ruburst steps. He heald his shoulders high, just to hide that tears were streaming down his cheeks.

»o«

Harry stepped into the common room, several hours later. His eyes had gone red of the tears and he shaked, of anger. Angelina sat on a table talking to Alicia. She waved to Harry, and again the monster in his stomach roard and he turned around running towards the steps.

"Harry?" he heard Hermione's voice somwhere, but he didn't care.

He ran up the stairs and throw himself on his bed, crying. Again…