After spending a good two hours in the video store, we settled on Star
Wars. Surprisingly my sister's choice, I think she figured that she owed
Oliver a guy flick, after putting him though the torture of her so called
friends.
We settled around our wonderful big screen 72 inch TV. My dad's purchase, he bought it for himself for Father's Day last year. He had just been appointed in the ministry, personal ass kisser to Cornelius Fudge. I think it made Fudge feel special being able to order around, a man who in one year made Fudges lifetime pay. Dad only kept the job, so that he knew the entire inner goings on of the Wizarding world. Always figured that way we'd have a heads up if anything bad were going down.
We knew practically minutes after Sirius Black had escaped. Dad had been a few years older then him in school, and had never fully believed he was guilty, but didn't want to chance it if he was.
So here I am curled up in a ball on the end of the couch, Oliver on the other, engrossed in the selection. I see Emily made a wise choice, my sister surprised the hell out of me sometimes, Em and I are very different in almost every way imaginable. Emily has a fair complexion and blonde, where I have an olive complexion and am a brunette. I am 5'7 where she stands at a mere 5'2. She has blue eyes while, I have green. I get the grades, she gets the boys. Needless to say I received every recessive gene in my family. Emily was the spitting imagine of my mother, while I, well I don't know exactly where I came from. My dad used to tell me that I must have been the milkman's kid, because I lacked the Quidditch talent that he possessed.
Oliver was a godsend in that respect, If he hadn't come along my father would still be driving my mother crazy with all the 'She needs to learn, it's a skill she will thank me for later' ya right. Teach me something useful, not how to fly 40 feet off the ground and dodge balls that want to kill me.
I turned back to the screen just in time to see the storm trooper all the way on the left whack his head on the doorframe. Way to go editing.
"Well why else would he have escaped?" Lynn Wood said from the kitchen, our parents had opted to have an adult night in the kitchen while the "kids" watched a movie.
"Maybe he is just that mad, maybe he believes that what he did was justified" That was my dad, he never really let anyone know he didn't actually believe that Sirius was capable of such an atrocity, people tend to look at you funny when you don't believe exactly what they do, even if it is your best friend.
Oliver and I exchanged a glance, Emily had fallen asleep on the floor in front of us, now all we had to do was step over her and make our way close enough to the kitchen that we could hear what was going on.
"Imagine, and Harry goes running off in the middle of the night unsupervised, with that lunatic after him" My mom sounded worried. "He's just a boy he doesn't have the sense to deal with all of this yet, and he really shouldn't have to."
As we crept toward the kitchen the voices were becoming clearer, now that we were standing right out side the entrance we could hear everything as if we were right along side them in the conversation.
"He's had to deal with a lot worse, in such a short amount of time," Dad again, "I can't help to think where this world would be had he not defeated, well you know what I mean."
Matt spoke up "Thankfully we don't have to. Oliver says he is the best seeker that Hogwarts has seen in a very long time, very lucky that Gryfindor has him."
I heard my father murmur in agreement.
"Were you there for the game last year against Slytherin, I nearly died when the boy broke his arm, and still managed to catch the snitch, and imagine with a rogue bludger after him. Nearly as good as his dad was, perhaps even better."
As if I didn't hear enough of this at school, all year, now I had to listen to it from my own kitchen, I had had enough. I took that moment to burst into the kitchen with Oliver trailing behind.
"He's actually quite smart to, and a very nice person all around," I stated matter of factly not caring if the knew I had been listening. "Maybe if more people noticed that about him, they would stop worrying all the time, he seems to do a good job taking care of himself."
My mother looked up from her coffee which she had all of sudden found extremely interesting "He's just a boy Amy some day you will understand why all of us are so worried about him, no one that age should have to deal with so much."
Whatever, I thought crossly "We are going to bed, See you in the morning."
We went to leave when I heard my father say almost so soft I couldn't hear it, "Shouldn't Oliver sleep in the guest bedroom?" what since when had Oliver become a threat to me.
"Um, no because Oliver's parents will be spending the night in the guest room." Uh oh I could feel a fight brewing. "Since when is this a big deal." I could see it in Oliver's face; I had to go there I had to take it that one step to far. If I had one major flaw it was not knowing when to shut my mouth.
Oliver sensing my impending doom spoke up "If it's a problem I can sleep on the couch its really not that big of a deal." motioning towards the living room Dad seemed to soften; Mom must have put him up this because at that moment I could see how much it was hurting my father to basically tell his surrogate son that he wasn't trusted in this house. And that's when Dad caved. "Well I wouldn't want you to sleep on that old thing you could sleep wrong and be sore for weeks, wouldn't want that now would we." He said looking at my mother hopefully; oh she was so dead in the morning when I got a hold of her.
Mom met my glare "No I guess it would be fine, as long as the door remains open," I started to walk away, happy with my small victory "Amy I'm serious all the way open, not just cracked."
Ok it was my turn to become that wonderful shade of crimson, what exactly did she think we were going to do in a house full of our families. Please we both have at least some class.
Walking down the hallway toward my bedroom, I looked at over at the troublemaker, "Do you believe them, honestly."
"Amy you have to admit, it's not the most normal thing to have a guy spend the night in your room." Did he really just say that, what the hell is happening in this house. He must have noticed the shock on my face, because he followed it with. "There concerns are completely unjustified, I would never think of taking advantage of you."
"You will never get the chance," I said bitterly
And with that I left him standing in the middle of my room, while I went into my closet to change. Pathetic, bloody pathetic, all of sudden my parents think that I can't handle myself, don't they realize if I even got the slightest hint that Oliver had gone all creepy on me, I wouldn't have anything to do with him period, let alone have him sleep in the same bed with me.
They have both been a little uptight since my run in, in Hogsmead last year. They keep telling me that one day I would realize that I am attractive and understand why someone would want to do that to me. I really don't have a clue what I would have done if Hagrid had not come along. I shuddered at the thought, put it out of your mind Am. Its over the guy is in jail. You'll never have to see him again.
I found the pair of gray sweats I was looking for and grabbed a tank top off the shelf to go with it. Changed and left the closet when I got out there Oliver was already in bed, and on my side I may add.
"Move," I said walking over and throwing the covers back.
He sat up and moved to the end of the bed leaning back on the bedpost. I have this amazing bed. A canopy bed with thick curtains all the way around to block out the early morning sun. When we first got the bed the curtains had been a dark green color, since then I had decided that blue matched the color scheme in my room much better.
Two summers ago I had gotten the bright idea that I needed to paint a mural on my ceiling, and while my parents were visiting friends in Africa that is what I did, Starting at one corner I had painted the sun, with clouds and rays, and as it went on the blue became slowly darker, until there were stars, and on the opposite corner I had painted the moon. The dayside of the room was decorated with my collection of butterflies, and fairies. I had an unusual fascination with them. And on the night side of the room stars covered it, making elaborate constellations, Astronomy was by far my favorite subject in school. It all fascinated me.
Tonight though I think I will just pull the mosquito netting around the bed, and leave the windows open. I am terribly allergic, Its amazing what a small bite can leave my skin looking like, red and huge and puffy. Just plain gross.
"What?" I say as he looks at me from the end of the bed
"Nothing, just admiring the scenery," he said with a smirk. "Have you ever thought about it?" he added all hint of joking leaving his voice
"Thought about what?" I asked snuggling down into the pillows
"What it would be like, if we were to... you know if you and I ever started to date."
"We have had this conversation before, and we are not having it this late at night, I'm sorry." please just drop it, I silently begged
"Well it was just a thought, I mean everyone else already thinks there's something going on."
"Right but we know there is nothing to those claims, plus just the thought of you naked." I said giggling
"Ya I guess your right," he said climbing back up to the head of the bed, I felt him roll onto his back, and saw him put his right arm behind his head. "What's that one called?" he asked pointing to the ceiling.
"That would be the archer. I moved him he used to be over there on that wall, but I thought he would be interesting to fall asleep staring at."
I rolled over onto my stomach, and started giggling again.
I felt him sit up; I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. "Your thinking about me naked again aren't you."
"Goodnight Oliver"
He just laughed.
We settled around our wonderful big screen 72 inch TV. My dad's purchase, he bought it for himself for Father's Day last year. He had just been appointed in the ministry, personal ass kisser to Cornelius Fudge. I think it made Fudge feel special being able to order around, a man who in one year made Fudges lifetime pay. Dad only kept the job, so that he knew the entire inner goings on of the Wizarding world. Always figured that way we'd have a heads up if anything bad were going down.
We knew practically minutes after Sirius Black had escaped. Dad had been a few years older then him in school, and had never fully believed he was guilty, but didn't want to chance it if he was.
So here I am curled up in a ball on the end of the couch, Oliver on the other, engrossed in the selection. I see Emily made a wise choice, my sister surprised the hell out of me sometimes, Em and I are very different in almost every way imaginable. Emily has a fair complexion and blonde, where I have an olive complexion and am a brunette. I am 5'7 where she stands at a mere 5'2. She has blue eyes while, I have green. I get the grades, she gets the boys. Needless to say I received every recessive gene in my family. Emily was the spitting imagine of my mother, while I, well I don't know exactly where I came from. My dad used to tell me that I must have been the milkman's kid, because I lacked the Quidditch talent that he possessed.
Oliver was a godsend in that respect, If he hadn't come along my father would still be driving my mother crazy with all the 'She needs to learn, it's a skill she will thank me for later' ya right. Teach me something useful, not how to fly 40 feet off the ground and dodge balls that want to kill me.
I turned back to the screen just in time to see the storm trooper all the way on the left whack his head on the doorframe. Way to go editing.
"Well why else would he have escaped?" Lynn Wood said from the kitchen, our parents had opted to have an adult night in the kitchen while the "kids" watched a movie.
"Maybe he is just that mad, maybe he believes that what he did was justified" That was my dad, he never really let anyone know he didn't actually believe that Sirius was capable of such an atrocity, people tend to look at you funny when you don't believe exactly what they do, even if it is your best friend.
Oliver and I exchanged a glance, Emily had fallen asleep on the floor in front of us, now all we had to do was step over her and make our way close enough to the kitchen that we could hear what was going on.
"Imagine, and Harry goes running off in the middle of the night unsupervised, with that lunatic after him" My mom sounded worried. "He's just a boy he doesn't have the sense to deal with all of this yet, and he really shouldn't have to."
As we crept toward the kitchen the voices were becoming clearer, now that we were standing right out side the entrance we could hear everything as if we were right along side them in the conversation.
"He's had to deal with a lot worse, in such a short amount of time," Dad again, "I can't help to think where this world would be had he not defeated, well you know what I mean."
Matt spoke up "Thankfully we don't have to. Oliver says he is the best seeker that Hogwarts has seen in a very long time, very lucky that Gryfindor has him."
I heard my father murmur in agreement.
"Were you there for the game last year against Slytherin, I nearly died when the boy broke his arm, and still managed to catch the snitch, and imagine with a rogue bludger after him. Nearly as good as his dad was, perhaps even better."
As if I didn't hear enough of this at school, all year, now I had to listen to it from my own kitchen, I had had enough. I took that moment to burst into the kitchen with Oliver trailing behind.
"He's actually quite smart to, and a very nice person all around," I stated matter of factly not caring if the knew I had been listening. "Maybe if more people noticed that about him, they would stop worrying all the time, he seems to do a good job taking care of himself."
My mother looked up from her coffee which she had all of sudden found extremely interesting "He's just a boy Amy some day you will understand why all of us are so worried about him, no one that age should have to deal with so much."
Whatever, I thought crossly "We are going to bed, See you in the morning."
We went to leave when I heard my father say almost so soft I couldn't hear it, "Shouldn't Oliver sleep in the guest bedroom?" what since when had Oliver become a threat to me.
"Um, no because Oliver's parents will be spending the night in the guest room." Uh oh I could feel a fight brewing. "Since when is this a big deal." I could see it in Oliver's face; I had to go there I had to take it that one step to far. If I had one major flaw it was not knowing when to shut my mouth.
Oliver sensing my impending doom spoke up "If it's a problem I can sleep on the couch its really not that big of a deal." motioning towards the living room Dad seemed to soften; Mom must have put him up this because at that moment I could see how much it was hurting my father to basically tell his surrogate son that he wasn't trusted in this house. And that's when Dad caved. "Well I wouldn't want you to sleep on that old thing you could sleep wrong and be sore for weeks, wouldn't want that now would we." He said looking at my mother hopefully; oh she was so dead in the morning when I got a hold of her.
Mom met my glare "No I guess it would be fine, as long as the door remains open," I started to walk away, happy with my small victory "Amy I'm serious all the way open, not just cracked."
Ok it was my turn to become that wonderful shade of crimson, what exactly did she think we were going to do in a house full of our families. Please we both have at least some class.
Walking down the hallway toward my bedroom, I looked at over at the troublemaker, "Do you believe them, honestly."
"Amy you have to admit, it's not the most normal thing to have a guy spend the night in your room." Did he really just say that, what the hell is happening in this house. He must have noticed the shock on my face, because he followed it with. "There concerns are completely unjustified, I would never think of taking advantage of you."
"You will never get the chance," I said bitterly
And with that I left him standing in the middle of my room, while I went into my closet to change. Pathetic, bloody pathetic, all of sudden my parents think that I can't handle myself, don't they realize if I even got the slightest hint that Oliver had gone all creepy on me, I wouldn't have anything to do with him period, let alone have him sleep in the same bed with me.
They have both been a little uptight since my run in, in Hogsmead last year. They keep telling me that one day I would realize that I am attractive and understand why someone would want to do that to me. I really don't have a clue what I would have done if Hagrid had not come along. I shuddered at the thought, put it out of your mind Am. Its over the guy is in jail. You'll never have to see him again.
I found the pair of gray sweats I was looking for and grabbed a tank top off the shelf to go with it. Changed and left the closet when I got out there Oliver was already in bed, and on my side I may add.
"Move," I said walking over and throwing the covers back.
He sat up and moved to the end of the bed leaning back on the bedpost. I have this amazing bed. A canopy bed with thick curtains all the way around to block out the early morning sun. When we first got the bed the curtains had been a dark green color, since then I had decided that blue matched the color scheme in my room much better.
Two summers ago I had gotten the bright idea that I needed to paint a mural on my ceiling, and while my parents were visiting friends in Africa that is what I did, Starting at one corner I had painted the sun, with clouds and rays, and as it went on the blue became slowly darker, until there were stars, and on the opposite corner I had painted the moon. The dayside of the room was decorated with my collection of butterflies, and fairies. I had an unusual fascination with them. And on the night side of the room stars covered it, making elaborate constellations, Astronomy was by far my favorite subject in school. It all fascinated me.
Tonight though I think I will just pull the mosquito netting around the bed, and leave the windows open. I am terribly allergic, Its amazing what a small bite can leave my skin looking like, red and huge and puffy. Just plain gross.
"What?" I say as he looks at me from the end of the bed
"Nothing, just admiring the scenery," he said with a smirk. "Have you ever thought about it?" he added all hint of joking leaving his voice
"Thought about what?" I asked snuggling down into the pillows
"What it would be like, if we were to... you know if you and I ever started to date."
"We have had this conversation before, and we are not having it this late at night, I'm sorry." please just drop it, I silently begged
"Well it was just a thought, I mean everyone else already thinks there's something going on."
"Right but we know there is nothing to those claims, plus just the thought of you naked." I said giggling
"Ya I guess your right," he said climbing back up to the head of the bed, I felt him roll onto his back, and saw him put his right arm behind his head. "What's that one called?" he asked pointing to the ceiling.
"That would be the archer. I moved him he used to be over there on that wall, but I thought he would be interesting to fall asleep staring at."
I rolled over onto my stomach, and started giggling again.
I felt him sit up; I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. "Your thinking about me naked again aren't you."
"Goodnight Oliver"
He just laughed.