Chapter Nineteen

Oliver knocked on Christina's door and stepped back. She turned the knob and opened it.

"Ol-"

"Chris, there's no... easy way to do this... can I come in?"

"...Oh..." She opened the door wider and let him in.

"Is anyone else in here?" Oliver asked, looking around.

"N... no, they're all in the Great Hall..."

"Okay. We don't need anymore attention. Chris, it has been a whole week since I have talked to you, since you have talked to me, since I have even ever touched you. I want you to be completely honest with me. What the hell is going on between you and Zambini?" Christina stared at him.

"Is this what that's about? You completely ignoring me?"

"Ignoring you? He kissed you, and when I asked you if you liked it, you didn't say anything!"

"Yeah, I didn't say anything. That doesn't mean that I liked it!"

"Well, did you? Answer me! ...See, you aren't saying shit, Chris!"

"Oliver-"

"What? Don't even look at me like that, Garner. If you're not over Zambini yet, then we're through. I'm dumping you. Okay? Now you can go run after him." Oliver walked out and slammed the door behind him. "Son of a bitch!" He raised his fist and punched the wall, leaving a five-inch hole.

Inside her room, Christina stared at the door in disbelief. He just dumped her. Damnit, why didn't I say anything? Christina asked herself before falling onto her bed with silent tears rolling down her cheeks.

Oliver walked down the stairs and out of Gryffindor Tower after grabbing his broom. What the hell did you just do, Oliver? You lost her, Wood, you fucking idiot. You lost the best thing that ever happened in your life. He mounted his broom once he was outside and shot forward to the Quidditch Pitch, where Gryffindor was practicing. Christina was missing her practice.

"Wood, where's Chris?" Harry asked over the wind. Oliver didn't answer and sped past him. He flew over the trees and down to the waterfall past the lake. He jumped off of his broom and sat down on a rock, listening to the sound of water hitting water. There, he cried freely. Crying over a girl that didn't even want him anymore, or so he thought.

Wiping their tears, both Christina and Oliver stood up and walked to the Quidditch Pitch. Oliver through the Hogwarts forest and Christina through the school grounds. Gryffindor practice was over, but once Oliver saw Christina coming past the stands, he mounted his broom and flew overhead so she couldn't see him crying.

"Wood, what's up?" Seamus asked in the Common Room.

"None of your fucking business, Finnigan," Oliver snapped as he strode past him and slammed his door. He glanced at the picture on his bedside table. It was a regular Muggle picture that the twins had taken of him and Christina sleeping on the couch together. He threw the picture face-down and buried his head in his hands.

"Ugh, leave me ALONE!" Oliver looked out his window and saw Blaise and Christina walking through the grounds; Blaise chasing after her. "You just cost me my boyfriend, Zambini!"

"I told you before, he was using you, Chris!"

"Bullshit, Blaise! I heard him and Marcus talking in my room when they thought I was passed out. Passed out because of all the lies you told me! Passed out because of all the alcohol you gave me.Stay out of my life, Zambini.Better yetstay out of our lives!" Oliver stood up and ran out of his room and out of Gryffindor Tower yet again.

"Well, you DID like the kiss, didn't you?"

"It doesn't matter, Blaise, I love Oliver and Oliver loves me. That is all that matters. Oliver!" Oliver swung back his fist and hit Blaise's jaw. He went down and shrieked as Oliver jumped on him and started beating him.

"Professor! Stop! What are you doing?" Ernie Macmillian tried to pry Oliver off of Blaise but failed horribly. A crowd formed around the two boys as they rolled around on the grass.

"OLIVER! STOP!" Christina shouted. Hearing her voice, Oliver obliged and stood up, wiping a trail of blood from his eyebrow away.

"I told you before, Zambini. Stay away from her." Too scared to move, Blaise lay down on the now-muddy grass with trickles of blood leading from his lips, eyebrows and mouth. Shaking his fist of his own blood, Oliver pushed his way through the crowd while tending to his hand.

"By the way, you hit like a girl." This caused laughter to erupt from the ensamble of students standing around them. Christina glanced at Zambini once more, then chased after Oliver and finally caught up to him.

"Ol-"

"Professor Wood."

"...Pro... Professor Woo-" Christina continued in a shakey voice.

"I can't talk now, Garner. I have to talk to someone." Christina stopped following him and leaned back against the wall. Oliver kept on walking, ignoring the quiet sobs of his ex-girlfriend and went to the Great Hall, where he knew Marcus was. "Broke up with her. We're over."

"What? Why?" Marcus asked, standing up and sipping his coffee. Oliver shrugged.

"Can't be with someone who liked a kiss her ex just gave 'em. Nothing I could do about it now."

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not apologizing because I did nothing wrong!" Oliver screamed at Christina in the Common Room. Christina yelled out in frustration and threw her ink bottle at him.

"I'm not apologizing either!"

"You threw something at me! That was uncalled for!"

"Oh, really?" She threw a book at him, hitting his chest. "Whoops, my bad!" she shrieked, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Ten points-" Duck "From-" Duck "FUCKING GRYFFINDOR!"

"Like I care?" Christina threw her broom at him. A couple seconds years whispered to each other and ran off to their rooms, squealing like girls.

"You don't have to throw everything in this bloody room at me!" Oliver ducked again. "Garner, I'm warning you!"

"Screw you!" Christina yelled and threw her book bag at him, hitting his stomach. Oliver winced and grasped his wand out of reflex. He slowly let go.

"I don't know why I even bother." Oliver, clutching his stomach, shook his head and walked up to his room, ignoring all the angered screams of Christina.

"OLIVER ANTHONY WOOD, YOU GET BACK DOWN HERE, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!" Oliver walked to the edge of the stairs to yell at Christina.

"Oh, but I'M DONE WITH YOU, CHRISTINA RENAE GARNER!"

"My God! I don't even know why I started dating you! You are such a cocky bastard!"

"Surprise, surprise! Now you know the real me!" Oliver shouted sarcastically, swaying his head from side to side.

"Why are you so fucking stubbourn?"

"You would be the same way if you watched your fucking mother die! I todl you the story, Chris, I told you why I'm so determined. You have no idea what it's like, Christina, so just shut the hell up!"

"I grew up abused by my father, Oliver! It may not be the same thing, but I have a pretty good idea of how it is!" Oliver breathed in sharply. He had forgotten all about that, but before he could stop himself, he yelled out something he wished he didn't.

"You're not a fucking Muggle-Born, Christina! Your last name isn't Garner, either. Christina Renae RIDDLE. You're Voldemort's fucking neice, Chris. Why do you think the Dementors came? Why did you think a Rogue Bludger appeared out of no where? Why do you think there's always someone withyou, escorting you to your classes?He's back, Christina, and he's coming for you. You don't understand, Chris. I'm scared, okay? Not for me, but for you. I don't want you hanging around with Slytherins. I don't want you kissing Slytherins and I don't want you dating Slytherins. I don't care how nice they are." Oliver now shook with anger and noticed half of the Order standing with Christina. He swore under his breath and slammed his door.