Chapter Fifteen

Christmas morning. Oliver's vacation went by extremely fast and he was more than excited to go back to Hogwarts the next day.

"Here ya go, Trist," he said and chucked his gift at his older brother.

"Aw, no you didn't..." Tristan pretended to wipe a tear. "Nice! Thanks, Oliver." Oliver had gotten him a golden chain with a snitch on it, seeing as his brother was the Seeker for the Chudley Cannons. "Here's yours."

"Oh... you... no... I..."

"Just take it, Oliver," Tristan laughed. Oliver slowly unwrapped the paper to reveal a brand new broomstick. With a shriek of happiness he showered his older brother with hugs and kisses on the forehead. "Ugh, no - that's - Oli - GET AWAY!"

"I'm baaaaack!" Oliver exclaimed happily as he stepped into the Common Room. He laughed as he saw Christina running down the stairs to greet him. She jumped up into his arms and hugged him, kissing him fully on the lips. She pulled away, leaving her boyfriend dazed.

"How was your holiday?" she asked and sat down on the couch.

"Pretty good. I got a new broomstick from Tristan."

"My mum mailed me a charm bracelet."

"That was nice of her. Here you are," Oliver said with a smile. "Read up!"

"Count on you to get me something totally Quidditch-related," Christina said with a grin. She flipped through the pages of Quidditch Through Hogwarts.

"Yeah, but I got you something else. Here, love." Oliver then whipped out his wand and some music came on. It was Oliver, singing, and he wasn't a bad singer at all. "This is me, singing and me, playing the guitar and my brother on the drums. My sister, Meg, is on the piano. You like the song?"

"I love it," Christina replied dreamily.

And with every little thing
And with every little step
All I can feel is the moment
All I can breathe is your life.
My heart is yours forever.
Yours to love, yours to hold and to knife.

Oliver started to sing along to the song while absently playing with Christina's hair.

"My Christmas present isn't half as good as this," Christina said and sighed.

"That's not true. You see this girl?" Oliver took out a picture of her and him. "That's you. You're mine. And that's the best Christmas present anyone could possibly ask for, Chris. I love you."

"Aww," Christina said, trying very hard to hold back tears. Oliver smiled and gently kissed her. She returned it full-heartedly. She was sure that Oliver was the best thing that ever happened in her life. She pulled herself closer to Oliver, enjoying the feel of his tongue. He broke away to catch his breath. Christina shook her head. "Again." She grabbed Oliver's collar and kissed him again. Oliver laughed softly against her lips and proceeded.

(Oliver)

"WOOD!" I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out. It was McGonagall and she didn't sound too happy. "What is THIS?" She came into my room and shoved something in my face. A picture of me and Christina a couple days ago when i got back basically... making out... shit. And it was a moving picture.

"Where did you get this?" I asked, still staring at it.

"A little bird dropped it off at my window sill."

"McGonagall, where did you get this?" I repeated.

"Colin Creevy. Would you mind explaining what is going on there?"

"I'm going to kill him," I whispered.

"No, you will not! I know you are important to keep in this school, Oliver, but student-teacher relationships are absolutely forbidden. I'm bringing this to the Headmaster."

"He already knows," I said quietly, still staring at the picture. Did I seriously seem that eager to stick my tongue in her mouth? Something must of crept across my face, because McGonagall said,

"Yes, Wood, that's how kissing works, and that's you doing it so you shouldn't have that look on your face. Stand up and come with me," she said firmly. I sighed and followed her back to Dumbledore's office.

"Minerva, Oliver, what brings you here at this time of night?" Dumbledore asked.

"Are you aware that Mister Wood here..." The glare that she shot me melted me down to my toes. I felt like the weakest person in the world and sunk down into a chair. "...Has been kissing a student in broad daylight?"

"Broad daylight? Wood, I thought-"

"I know, sir, but-"

"No more of this, Wood. Keep is discreet, did I not tell you that before?"

"Well-"

"Wood, I told you no public displays of affection."

"I know. I'm sorry, sir."

"Take heed to this. This is your first and last warning, Oliver. I don't want to fire you. You are dismissed." I nodded my head, stood up and turned around without another word. I could hear the two older Professors talking about us and how come Dumbledore didn't tell McGonagall before.

"Oliver? Are you okay?" a voice in the dark of the Common Room asked. I sighed.

"Peachy. What are you doing up?"

"I heard McGonagall talking to you. So, we've been caught, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Were you fired?" Christina asked worried.

"No. They left me with a warning. No public displays of affection. Colin Creevy - that bastard - took a picture of us when I came back."

Colin Creevy gripped his camera as he heard Oliver Wood and Christina Garner talking. What had he just done? Did he do the right thing?