Chpater Fourteen (Oliver)

"So are you going back to Scotland?" Christina asked as she ran with me in the morning the next day.

"Yeah. What about you, are you going to be okay here?"

"I'm sure I'll be fine. Harry, Hermione and Luna are staying too."

"So you'll be okay?"

"Yes, Oliver, I'll be fine," Christina laughed.

"When I come back, I'll give you your Christmas gift."

"But you just gave me one!"

"That was for our one-month."

"You don't have to get me a Christmas present."

"Ah, but I want to."

"Fine."

"FANG!" We stopped running to find Hagrid's big-ass bloodhound bounding up to greet me. I hate it when he does that.

"Oh, oh, Fang, oh, SHIT! Ugh, get off, Fang..." I heard Christina laugh loudly as I tried to push the big canine off of me.

"Sorry 'bout that, Wood," Hagrid said and picked Fang up. I stood up and looked down. I was covered with Fang's saliva. "Might wanna get that cleaned up, eh?"

"Yeah..." I said and ran a finger through the slime on my bare chest.

"Here," Chrsitina giggled and handed me a tissue. I quickly cleaned up the mess and chased Christina around with the now-wet tissue through the snow. I tossed it away and tackled her to the ground. Then I remembered something. I had no shirt on.

"Cold! Cold! COLD!" I yelped and stood up. Christina smirked and hit me with a snowball. "That's cold! Come on!"

"Your fault you didn't wear a shirt!" Christina exclaimed and hit me with another one.

"S-st-stop!" I laughed, protecting myself with my hands. Christina smiled and walked up to me. "You're going to pay for that, you know, right?"

"Yeah, I know." She kissed me on the lips. "Let's go back inside before you catch a cold."

"Well, don't they look rather cozy," I said with a smirk. Jacob and Ginny didn't even notice us coming in. "I'm gong to go take a shower."

"Okay," Chris said and went to break Jacob and Ginny up.

"Oh, don't do that, that's just evil."

"Look at them! They're practically eating each other's faces."

"No they aren't - look. See?"

"Go take your shower."

"I will."

Jeeze. Really, you aren't supposed to break up a happy couple while they're kissing. It's not right. I ran up the stiars by two's and went into my room, closing the door behind me. No one knows, but I play the air guitar. I'm real good at it. Well, only the twins know. They walked in on me in my sixth year. Anyway, I went to take a shower, blah, blah, blah, played a little song on my air guitar while in the shower and came out, dripping wet. I wrapped a towel around myself and continued to play air guitar, when someone started laughing. I spun around and saw none other than my girlfriend, Christina Garner.

"How long have you been there?" I asked as I mimed to put down my beautiful air guitar.

"The whole song, Oliver. You're leaving in a couple minutes, Jake says."

"Yeah, I know," I said and kissed her. "Wait, I'm in a towel. Hold on." I closed the door on her face and changed into the appropriate clothing. I opened the door again and Christina fell. "Don't lean on the door, love," I laughed and helped her to her feet. She flushed in embarrasment and hugged me.

"When'll you be back?" she asked.

"Twenty-sixth. I promise. I better get going now, though."

"Okay." I kissed Christina one last time. It was short, but I put a lot of meaning put into it. "I'll be counting twenty-one days, Ollie," she said with a smile.

"I don't doubt that you will," I said as we walked back down the stairs. "Alright, Jake, let's go."

"See ya Gin, bye, Chris."

"Oi! You're on my side of the bed!" I pushed my brother, Tristan, away from me.

"Pull the broom out of your arse, Oliver," he muttered. I let out a yell of anger and pushed him clear off the bed. "I hate sharing a room with you," Tristan said when he popped his head up.

"I can say the same for you," I grumbled.

"How 'bout we have a little race? Who ever wins gets the bed. The loser gets the floor."

"Race? In the dark?"

"Sure, little bro. Not scared, are you?" Tristan asked a smirk and stood up.

"No," I said and got off the bed. "You're on, Trist. What time is it, though?"

"Eh... one A.M."

"Ugh, forget it. I'm not flying at one in the morning to sleep on the bed. I'll take the floor."

"Thank ya."

"Shut up, you git."

"...You asleep?" Tristan asked half an hour later.

"Nope."

"What's up?"

"Nothing. Miss my girlfriend," I replied.

"It's been what, a week?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You have a picture of her?"

"Yeah. Wanna see it?"

"Sure." I stood up to my trunk and took out a picture frame of me and Christina.

"Lumos. Here."

"...Bro, she looks young."

"She is young."

"...Something I don't know here?"

"She's a student. Ah, ah, don't say a word. You wanted to know. Besides, Dumbledore already knows."

"No shit he knows. He knows everything. Just be careful, Oliver. Don't lose your job again."

"Never knew you cared," I said with a hand over my chest.

"I don't."

"Aw, my big brodduh cawes foh mee."

"Shut up, you dolt."

"Aww, Twistin..."

"Oliver... ugh, don't hug me!"

"GO TO BED, BOYS!"

"Yes, dad..."