Ch.05 Gotcha!

Amber was nearly besides herself with mirth after Oliver had nearly tripped over himself trying to scramble out of the door. At first, he tried to play as if he didn't believe she'd take off the rest, but once her tank top had been pulled above her ribs, he had made no haste in charging out of the compartment. Now recalling the moment. She was nearly falling over herself from the laughter.

"You crazy little troll!" he had shouted before slamming the sliding door closed behind him.

Then, a thought hit her…what if he had stayed? What if he had more audacity than she had believed, and even DARED her to go on with it? Of course, she had her pride…but would she have proved her fearlessness, or preserved her dignity. She had never ACTUALLY stripped down in front of a male before.

"Gosh, he'd be one sick bastard in that case…" she muttered with a shudder.

But the possibility of the situation…was very interesting.

Amber had to admit…Oliver did look to be the type that she could fall for very easily, was it not for his irritable personality. Though…it was more so how much he was able to irritate her that she found unsettling.

Then she wondered what actually had given her the thought to undress in front of Oliver. It wasn't as if she had previously contemplated giving him a free show…but in all her past pranks, she had never gone down the path of strip teasing. But then the sudden thought of clear soled high heeled platforms and spinning around a golden pole brought about another gale of laughter.

Still giggling over the thought, Amber loosened her tie around her neck, leaving the top two buttons of her shirt undone. She had never been much for formal dress, and having to wear a school uniform was new to her. Back in Salem, they wore Muggle clothes. The school actually went under the alias of Southbridge Private Academy. To any Muggle, it seemed to be a normal school. But of course…Muggles had never stepped foot into the school.

"Ahh, Amber…you almost look half decent for once," she said to herself with a laugh. Looking out the window, she noticed that it was getting dark, but they still hadn't pulled into the station.

"Still time to cause mischief…?" she thought to herself with a smile, the thought becoming very tempting. "Pfft...Hell yeah…"

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Oliver paced the train corridor, to the confusion of anyone who happened to look out from their compartments. Running his had through his hair, he shook his head viciously.

"She's crazy…! Absolutely a complete NUT!" he muttered to himself, recalling when Amber had suddenly whipped off her own shirt. Eyes wide with horror, he placed a hand over his mouth. "I nearly saw a female in her under things…" he whispered to himself in shock.

Black lace.

Nearly smacking himself , he couldn't believe his own mind had remembered such a detail. "You're not a pervert, Oliver, for Merlin's sake! Don't think of such things!" he thought, scolding himself. But in the few hours or so that he had known this girl, whose disposition could very well be mistaken for a male's, he would have never expected…black lace.

"Aghh…stop this nonsense, Oliver!" he growled, smacking himself a few times on the head. "Think Quidditch, Quidditch…House Cup…Keeper…Beat Slytherins…I AM NOT A PERVERT!"

"Say it any louder Woodless, and people are going to think otherwise," a voice said cheekily. And there she stood, smirking at him, the mirth in her eyes only too obvious. Oliver opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed as if it had run dry as a desert.

"I am not…surely you wouldn't think…of all people…your fault…!" he stammered, pointing at her accusingly. The amused scrutiny of her golden brown eyes was making the situation completely unbearable, especially considering his previous thoughts. He really hoped his face wasn't red. His skin had always been pale, despite being outside all the time, so it really couldn't be helped when his face would turn as red as a beet.

Amber inched closer to him, turning her face upwards to look at him. Oliver tried to avoid looking at her, but it was quite impossible. "I really hope you're not thinking about me naked…because that'd be quite, quite sick," she whispered with a chuckle before walking off.

"You can use the compartment now!" she said over her shoulder before skipping off.

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Humming, Amber washed her hands in the small wash room on the train. Drying her hands, she checked her face in the mirror before a sudden thought struck her. Her hands froze in mid-air and her eyes went wide as a full realization of what she had just done smacked her in the face at a hundred miles per hour.

"I just said…" she muttered, eyes directed at the mirror but not even remotely focused. She then remembered just how close she had been to him, how low her voice had, how she was practically…

"OH MY DEAR GOD!"