A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this! I've been busy with classes and homework at good ol' MSU…Hope you enjoy Chapter 14!

Chapter 14: Hope You're Happy…

Oliver walked through the Hogwarts hallway in a daze. His shirt was not tucked into his pants and his robes were on crooked. His hair was standing on end because it hadn't been combed in days. He was heading toward Double Transfiguration, the bane of his existence.

He entered McGonagall's class slowly, gazing around the room. There she was, auburn hair pulled half up in a bun, back straight, hands folded onto her desk. Her books were open to the correct page for today's lesson and a roll of parchment for notes was in front of her.

Oliver set down his satchel on a desk a few rows behind her and to the left. He plopped down and leaned his face into his hand, staring at her beautiful profile. As if she knew he was watching, she turned slightly to the left; she glanced at him then returned her full attention to the front of the room.

Oliver slammed his head down on his desk. What the hell did I do? It'd been weeks since Ginger had broken up with him. He couldn't take this abuse. He'd see her in the library and the Great Hall with Marcus Flint. She'd have a smile on her face, be laughing, but there was a deep sadness in her eyes, particularly when he was around.

Oliver ran a hand through his messy hair. He couldn't think, could barely breathe. He just wanted to know…what had he done? Then maybe he could let her go…

"Mr. Wood, would you mind paying attention?" McGonagall was staring at his hunched form, a look of annoyance across her sharp features.

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled into his desk. Oliver sat up and tried to pay attention. But it was so hard with her only a few feet away. He just wanted to walk up to her, grab her in his arms and never let go. She wouldn't even talk to him long enough to say hi.

Oliver's brows wrinkled in frustration. I'll just have to make her talk to me. I can't take it anymore. He glanced at the girl who broke his heart. I'll make her tell me what I've done. Then he pulled out some parchment from his satchel and paid McGonagall the attention she deserved, much to her surprise.

"Bensington!" Oliver saw the girl stiffen at the sound of his voice. "I need to talk to you."

Ginger replied without even turning around. "I don't have the time right now, Wood." She started to move again.

It stung to hear her call him by his surname. "Oh, no you don't!" Oliver grabbed her arm and pulled her into a small alcove by a window. "You're going to make time."

"Wood, I can't. Okay?" She looked up into his eyes. Hers were pleading. "I'm sorry, mate."

Oliver pinned her to the wall, causing her to drop her books. "No, I'm sorry. Because this needs to be done now!" He looked straight into her eyes. "Why did you leave me?"

Ginger looked away and started stuttering. "Be-because, I just wa-wasn't happy…" She glanced down and then up, studying his face. "I can't be happy with you." Her eyes were full of sadness.

"Wood, let her alone," an all-too-familiar oily voice said behind them. "She doesn't like you anymore, mate." Marcus Flint beckoned to Ginger. "Come on, love. Let's go."

Ginger pushed Oliver away, grabbed up her books in a flustered huff, and walked toward Flint. He put his arm around her, kissed her cheek. She didn't even flinch.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Oliver thundered, looking from the love of his life, to his greatest nemesis and back again. "Ginger, why-"

"Ginger has agreed to be my girlfriend." Marcus cut him off and smiled smugly. "Congratulate us, Wood." He thrust out his right hand.

Oliver congratulated them all right; he walked up to Flint, punched him in the face, and grabbed his bag off the floor. "I hope you're both very happy," he shouted, and as he started to walk away, tears began to well in his eyes.

A/N: I know it's not too long, but this chapter was so to the point! It was just…easy…Newho, you know what to do! Love you all always! Nelli