Chapter Eight (Oliver's PoV)

During the Halloween Dance, me and Marcus walked up and down the corridors, checking for students who crept out of the Great Hall.

"So... Parkinson or Bulstrode?" I asked Marcus.

"Man... they're both so ugly!"

"Pick one!" I said with a smirk.

"Augh... um, well... Bulstrode, I guess."

"...You're disgusting, Flint."

"Well, who would you pick?"

"Well... oi, get back into the Great Hall, Malfoy. I choose death." We laughed and continued doing Hall duty.

"Shh," Marcus whispered and pushed me back around the corner.

"Who is it?" I hissed. Marcus quickly pulled his head away from the wall.

"Zambini."

"With Chris?" Marcus turned the corner again and looked back at me with a frown.

"With Chang." I got angry and went up to him.

"Second time, Blaise, get back into the fucking hall or I tell Garner," I said.

"Dude... come on, I never get anything from Chris." I lifted him up by the collar and held him a good three inches off the ground.

"Back. Into. The Hall." I dropped him and strode back to Flint.

"What was that all about?" he asked.

"No one plays Christina. Not more than once. I'm going to kill that kid if I see him doing that again."

"What are you, her brother?" Marcus asked as we walked back to the Great Hall. I glanced at Christina, who was happily talking to Harry Potter and his date, Pavarti Patil. I looked back at Marcus and sighed.

"She has no idea what he does when she isn't around. I don't like seeing friends get hurt."

"...Wood, you've acted like this for Bell before, before she was with Fred over there. You like the girl." I shrugged and stared blankly at her. Christina spotted me and called me over.

"Come on," I said and pushed Marcus through the crowds and sat beside Christina. "Hey," I said and smiled.

"How's Hall Duty?" Christina asked with a smirk. Marcus and I hesitated before coughing, clearing our throats, et cetera.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Marcus asked, searching the crowds of people. Christina pointed across the Hall to Blaise and Malfoy, talking and laughing. "Ah, that's good."

"What's good?" Christina asked, sitting up.

"Nothing, I said nothing!" Marcus exclaimed and walked away from the ground. I sighed, got up and ran after him.

"You're a horrible liar, you know that, right?" I asked as I clasped his shoulder.

"I seem to have lost my touch when I left Hogwarts," he replied with a chuckle.

"Oh, look," Marcus said, eyeing someone that just came into the Great Hall. I looked up from my breakfast and saw Blaise Zambini walking towards the Gryffindor table.

"What a dick," I muttered under my breath. Marcus patted my shoulder and I looked up again. Wow, Blaise and Christina were now making out. Wow, Gryffindor looks really mad. I basically just lost it. I stood up and made my way to Zambini and Chris. I tapped him on the shoulder, pulled my fist back and punched him square in the face. He went down hard and I ran out of the Hall without aonther look at Christina, Blaise, or Marcus who had been trying to pull me back.

"Are you insane!" he yelled and grabbed me by the collar. I shrugged him off. "You can't just hit a student like that!" I pushed Marcus up against the wall.

"You have no idea what it is like to like someone that you can't get. You have no idea what it's like to have your crush be dating the brother of the person that messed up your whole career. Shut the hell up, Marcus. Shut the hell up." I let him go. He rubbed his neck and walked after me again.

"You could get sacked, you know that?" he continued.

"Oh well. Zambini deserved it. That's the second time he's cheated on Chris and I don't want to see her get hurt again." Marcus was looking past my shoulder; his eyes slowly getting wider. I turned around and saw Christina standing there.

"He cheated on me again?" she whispered.

"Chris-" She ran past us and into the portrait hole. I chased after her with Marcus on my heels. I'm not exactly sure what happened to him. He were the worse enemies possible when we were in Hogwarts. Now, he's the best friend anyone could ask for.

"When, Oliver? When?" she yelled at me from her perch on the couch.

"Last night in the corridors. With Cho Chang." Christina cried silently and freely, not caring who saw her. Marcus scratched his head and muttered something about leaving us alone. I saw down beside her and rubbed her back as she cried.

"Is that why you punched him?" she asked. I nodded my head and took my hand back. "Why?"

"Because I don't think of you as a student. I think of you as a friend, and I don't like my friends getting hurt." Christina smiled half-heartedly and hugged me.

"Thank you," she whispered. I gently nuzzled her.

"Any time. That's what friends are for, yeah?"

DIARY TIME WITH OLIVER!

Zambini just doesn't get it. SHE'S MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!

Easy, Wood.

Shut up, Marcus. She's mine! No one can take her away from me.

You're a bloody professor.

Are you trying to take her away from me too? Huh?

...Who the hell shoved a wand up your ass?

ZAMBINI!

...Right. I'm sure he did. I still can't believe you punched the guy.

I hate his family. I hate his brother. I hate his bloody uncle, too.

What did his uncle do?

HE TOUCHED MY SISTER!

Which one? And how did he touch her?

Megan. He bumped into her.

Megan's the hot one, isn't she? Anyway, you're stressing over nothing. Bumping into someone? Damn, Wood. You have the words 'over protective brother' in blinking neon lights above your head.

Call Megan that one more time and you'll end up with a broken nose, just like Zambini.

Did McGonagall talk to you? Or Dumbledore?

No, Snape did, though. Told me if I ever touched one of his students again he'll personally hex the living hell out of me.

What did you say?

That he's my fucking student, too. Being a professor sure has it's perks.

I know what you mean, Wood.

Fuck you, Zambini. Close the Diaaa-ournal... Christina's coming.

Faggot.