Midnight-Pixie: Glad you like it :) I'm trying to juggle this fic, a King Arthur fic and another OliverOC fic at the same time, but I update fast. I think what you said about my first chapter was true - a professor wouldn't cuss at a Quidditch game with all these parents and senior professors there, but it would make sense for an ex-Quidditch Captain mouthing off at some of the players that he trained, mainly Harry. I read over it and it DID seem a bit too unrealistic, but thank you for your second review!

Chapter Three

The next day, Christina woke up. She glanced at her alarm clock that read 11:45. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she walked down the stairscases and into the Common Room, where she found Ron on top of Hermione and Oliver sitting as far away from them as possible reading a book. She skipped over to Oliver and tripped over Ron's feet, making a loud crash.

"Holy crap!" he yelled and jumped. Christina laughed. The way he looked was priceless: eyes wide in surprise, his mouth half open, his hair ruffled and wand out.

"Calm down, it's just me," she said. Oliver ran a hand through his hair and sat back down and continued to read. "Morning to you, too."

"Mm."

"So..." Christina said as she glanced at Ron and Hermione. "How long have they been at it?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Oliver replied, still reading. "They were already doing that when I came down, which was about ten minutes ago."

"You're supposed to take points off, aren't you?"

"Eh, you're only young once."

"Really, now... so I can bring a Slytherin in here and snog him senseless and you wouldn't take points?"

"Let's not take advantage of my being nice, shall we?" Oliver laughed. "And didn't I talk to you about that yesterday?"

"I'm kidding! Loosen up." Oliver looked up from his book.

"I am loose." He turned his attention back to the book. Christina scoffed as she read the title. "A Git's Guide To Quidditch".

"Kirke was right. You need a life," she laughed and hit the book away from him.

"I was still reading that, you know."

"How many times have you read it, Oliver? It looks at least two years old."

"So?" Oliver asked, quite defensively. There was a series of giggling from Ron and Hermione. "OI! None of this, now, take THAT to your room! ...Wait, wait, no! The bloody bathroom connects to Harry's roo- aah, shit. Harry's going to kill me."

"You really have to wash out your mouth, Oliver." He shrugged.

"It's a habit, Chris, and you know what they say. Old habits die hard. Oh, hey, there's a teacher-student dance coming up and we have to pick the top student in the class. Guess what?"

"What, I'm top of the DADA classes out of fith, sixth AND seventh years?"

"Well... I've been teaching you some things that are N.E.W.T level... and believe it or not, you're number two in the whole school. That's better than Granger."

"Who's first? Why not take her and-slash-or him?"

"...Chris, it's a guy."

"Oh, that's right. You're not gay," she said with her hand over her mouth. Both her and Oliver laughed. "When is it?"

"November third."

"That soon after the Halloween Dance?" Oliver nodded his head.

"And there's a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow. If you want, we can go and get your costume or dress or whatever."

"Wouldn't that be a little strange? A student and a professor going to Hogsmeade?"

"Well, fine, we'll take Jake and Ginny with us." He pretended to look hurt. "You don't like me."

"Ah, suck it up," Christina said and pushed him off the chair.

"Hey! I'll pick a different date," Oliver threatned. Christina laughed.

"Let's go to lunch."

"I thought you didn't like me."

"I never said that - you did."

"I think I would know what I said, Miss Garner, so pssh."

"...And you're sure you're not gay?"

"Shut up about the gay thing already! I'm not gay!"

Oliver watched from the teacher's table as Blaise Zambini walked to the Gryffindor table towards Christina. He felt a tingle of anger ignite inside of him, for some strange reason.

"Wood, are yeh a'right there?" Hagrid asked. "Yer hands're shakin'"

"Y... yeah, I'm fine," Oliver said as he saw Blaise practically leap for joy and kiss Christina. Oliver couldn't watch this. He looked away, and he knew why. He was falling for a student. He looked up again and saw Blaise back at the Slytherin table. Everyone in Gryffindor were staring daggers at him as he laughed with his friends. Even some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were, mainly boys. Oliver excused him from the table and walked to Ginny.

"Hey, Oli-"

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Gin? You too, Jake." The two of them stood up and followed Oliver out of the Great Hall. "Okay, what the HELL just happened in there!" he raged. Jacob shrugged.

"Zambini came and apologized for cheating on Christina. The boy was on his knees and everything, begging for another chance."

"I think your cousin here has something for Garner, Jake," Ginny said with a smirk. Jacob smiled.

"Yeah, eh?"

"Oh, shut your mouth, Jake, before I tell Ginny who you like."

"Ooh, who!" Ginny squealed. Jacob turned a bright shade of red.

"No one," he said quickly. "It - it's no one, really."

"Alright, enough of this. So what if I like Christina? Who wouldn't? I mean, she's a great person to be around. Anyway... why doesn't she listen to me? I tell her that Slytherins aren't the best people to date-"

"Oliver, honestly, have you seen Blaise do puppy dog eyes? He looks adorable, even if he is a Slytherin."

"Uh, Gin, no, I don't notice these things because I DON'T CHECK OUT MALES!"

"Could've fooled me," Jacob muttered.

"...Jake, you know what? Go back into the Great Hall." Jacob sighed and stalked back.

"So... who does he like?" Ginny asked enthousiastically. Oliver smirked at her.

"You, Gin," he said and followed Jake back to the Hall.