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It's cold; Oliver thought to him self hopelessly as he walked hand clad with his broom onto the qudditch field. He looked around through the night air expectedly. All was still and quiet. He flopped onto the pitch; he flinched as his muscles still ached. He waited patiently. He could feel his mind drifty off into slumber, but he blinked. He knew he had to stay awake. He might miss his chance.

"You look tired Oliver." A welcoming warm voice announced. A young woman with dark night hair and crimson lips walked hopefully towards him. She wore a solid white tank top and blue jeans. In her hand she held her own broom. "If you don't ant to tonight- we can meet later. Or change our meetings to only every other day."

"No, it's not a bother Midnight." He lied as he told her with his eyes twinkling from the moon's glow. He liked helping her. He liked teaching anyone about qudditch, he liked- his thoughts trained off as she launched herself into the air. He followed her in a daze. She had come to him on light when he was on his late night before game rituals. She asked him sheepishly if he'd teach her. He half-heartedly at the time agreed. But now weeks had passed and the situation between them had changed.

She was hesitant and signed. "Actually Oliver, I feel kind of bad, I appreciate you helping me. You have a game tomorrow. I don't want to hassle you tonight."

He looked into her eyes with aw, following her to the ground. He smiled slowly. He truly craved rest, but he didn't want to cut her short...her practice time that was. Right? "Tomorrow night then okay? Please." He whispered, truly not to give himself away.

She blushed slightly, her green eyes danced. She backed away shyly, "okay."

He lay awake that night, anxious about the game, and puzzled. Midnight was a mystery to him. Was that even her real name? She wasn't a student here at Hogworts. At least to his knowledge. He realized he knew nothing about her. But even then, he felt drawn to her. But something about her was different. He wondered if the different was good- or bad.

Oliver was a half hour early that following night. He was enthralled over his- err the teams victory. He was in high hopes to tell Midnight. He knew she'd been around later. It wasn't dark enough yet. For some odd reason she didn't like coming out until night, she had told him that the day time people could see her. He feared that perhaps she was being followed, or on the run. Oliver could keep her safe. She was a girl friend. He meant a female friend in need.

"Hay." She laughed at seeing him pacing the pitch. "How did it go?"

Oliver smirked grabbing his collar with his hands and dusty himself off. "Victorious!" "We beat them 120 to 50. Harry really did a good job of spotting the snitch in the rain and all."

"But you still let 5 goals in though." She teased sweetly. Her smiled widen at his reaction.

"Well- hey! You remembered the points. Good" He laughed tickling her affectionately. She pushed his hands hopelessly away to stop his torment towards her. Though she loved every second.

"Oliver?" she spoke up after they had caught their breath. "I sort of lost or misplaced my broom. I don't think we can practice today."

"No practice tonight! In honor of victory." He stated. His was sort of taken back by his words. He never would of thought about that. "Hop on my broom, I'll take you for a ride."

She accepted his hand with a slight blush. When they were off her arms found there way perfectly around his trimmed body. She rested her head on his back. His heartbeat mesmerized her. She felt a lust rise in her as she felt his blood flow. She kept the lust at bay with all her might though. He was such a dear friend. Perhaps more? "Won't we be seen Oliver?" She was worried a bystander would spot them. But she was relieved to find they were soaring magically through the crowd covering, their spirits high and hearts ablaze.

Alicia, Angelina and Katie sat huddled by a tower. They had followed Oliver when he slipped out of the celebration unnoticed, at least he thought. They noticed immediately why Oliver was acting odd, a girl. The news had made Katie's blood boil. True they weren't exactly dating, but she liked to think they held a connection between them. It didn't matter really. If he was happy, she was. Well, kind of anyways.

They watched the happy pair after a while return to the pitch. Oliver helped Midnight off. Her hair was rather long and wavy, she was a good four inches shorter then Oliver however and they could make out Oliver's expressions. He seemed rather taken by this girl. A mystery girl, one none had seen before.

Midnight turned as Oliver tied his shoe. A slight tear fell down her pale cheek. "Oliver this is my last visit here." She turned and looked into his surprised eyes. "I appreciate all you have done. I knew I caused you some complications. Thank you Oliver Wood. Best of luck with the cup." She forced a smiled and turned and started to walk away.

"Wait." He pulled her back around and horridly kissed her lips. After a second he pulled away and this time kissed her again, but slower this time more relaxed.

She could feel his warmth from her touch; he was so irresistible to her. She wanted to love him, but it was improbable. He kissed her harder, driven her to her limit. She could smell his scent through the wind and he tasted so sweet. The urge came back to her and she wanted it gone. She had a love for Oliver and didn't want him hurt. But the power was great it spread from her stomach to every inch of her being. She felt her teeth tingle and she pulled back facing the opposite direction. She saw a rustle in the corner; her eyes fixed on the spot, three girls.

Katie was in shock, breathless. The light of the moon had looked on the girl. Was this a trick? The young women had fangs, and her eyes...they were blood red know.

Midnight closed her mouth and glanced at Oliver before retreating into the woods full speed before he could stop her. Oliver was in puzzlement at her reaction, what had he done? Maybe he shouldn't have kissed her. He was a bit hurt by her rashness of leaving without explaining. He turned and walked sadly away.

Meanwhile, the girls where still in shock of what they had just witnessed. Katie knew what they had seen, though she was afraid to utter the word herself.

"Vampire." Angelina whispered.

"That's impossible! At Hogworts?" Katie was furious, she felt her checks slowing growing hotter by each passing second. Alicia and Angelina grasped Katie arms quickly pulling her into the shadows. Oliver walked only ten feet from them, striding out of the cold.