Seconds later Ayla and Oliver fell out of her fireplace in a cloud of smoke and ashes. Oliver rolled as he hit the ground, hoping he hadn't squashed Ayla when he landed. The girl clung to him, rolled with him, and giggled as she landed on top of him. He was quite comfy to lie on, she hadn't expected him to be. She giggled again when she saw his face. He was all flustered and embarrassed, he looked so cute.
"Uh Ayla, could you move your leg? You're kin of crushing my uh, my…me"
Ayla grinned and moved one leg, the rest of her stayed put.
"No the other leg. Actually tell you what let's just get up."
He sat up and smashed his head against hers, she couldn't currently move as fast as him. Ayla giggled again, Oliver was funny and cute. Through Ayla's giggling Oliver was sure he could hear another noise. A sort of hissing. He quickly checked his robes to see if they had caught light in the fire. As he turned he caught sight of a small cat, its teeth were bared and it looked none to friendly.
"Uh," he started but was quickly cut off as Ayla too noticed the cat thing.
"Jynxy! Come here baby! I missed you, did you miss me?"
Oliver couldn't see how anyone could miss such an animal. It was small, stragglely with ears too large for its mean looking face and a stupidly tufty tail. In short it was ugly. And it didn't seem to like him either, which lessened its appeal to Oliver even more. It hissed at him again as it jumped into Ayla's lap.
"Hey sweetie you been good while I was out?"
Sweetie? What was sweet about that thing? She must really be drunk, Oliver thought. He stood up and reached down to help Ayla up from the floor, he had to jump back and pull his hand away before he could even get close to her though. The vicious little thing had taken a swipe at him. It was a good thing he had such quick reactions, from the looks of it the beast wanted to take a chunk out of him. He was lucky it hadn't. Good thing they didn't have a game coming up either, an injury now could seriously jeopardize the team's chances of winning the league. Ayla hadn't seemed to notice the animal was obviously evil and was gazing up at Oliver.
"Are you going to be ok? 'Cos' I should probably go." Before I'm mauled to death he added inwardly.
Ayla stumbled to something that could be said to be like a standing position, knocking the ugly cat thing from her lap as she went. It hissed at Oliver once more and sat squarely between him and Ayla.
"Sure I'm fine. No worries. You want to floo?" she gestured in the general direction of the fireplace and Oliver was glad there was nothing that appeared to be breakable near her.
"No I'll just walk, it'll do me good."
"Ok, the doors this way," she crossed the room and stopped. "Here's the door"
He raised his eyebrows, this girl really shouldn't drink. He stood, waiting for her to open the door. It didn't happen. Guess I'll do it myself then, he thought, Ayla was just standing there. All she could manage to think for the moment consisted of 'Oliver Wood's in my house. He has nice eyes'. She couldn't even begin to work out how to open the door in front of her. Before she even realized he was standing next to her, he had opened the door and walked through it. Surely that had all happened a bit too fast? No normal person moves that fast.
Oliver turned to say goodbye, he felt something hit his shoulder. He looked up trying to figure out what it was and where it had come from.
"Mistletoe", her voice was small and soft. She looked quite pretty in the half light. He grinned and leaned in to kiss her cheek. She blushed. 'Oliver Wood just kissed my cheek' began to run through her mind. She really was very drunk. She grinned, and hugged him.
"Merry Christmas Oliver."
He pulled away, about to wish her the same but instead he found himself kissing her again. He hadn't planned to do it. She just looked so…Merlin what was going on? It wasn't like he was drunk too.
Oliver Wood is kissing me. On the lips. Oliver Wood is kissing me on the lips, this was all Ayla could think of. She wasn't even sure if she was responding to him. She knew that it was cold and the wind was blowing snow into her house. But right now she couldn't really think about it.
Oliver heard a hiss and felt a sharp pain at his ankle. Damn cat had bitten him! He pulled away. Ayla again was oblivious to her demon pet's actions. She was too busy blushing. She really had had too much to drink.
He grabbed his leg and Ayla was suddenly aware that Oliver was crouching. She looked down, there was blood on his robes and her pet kneazle was looking quite pleased with himself. Ayla quickly booted the animal out of the way.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Well, bye", this time he did turn and walk away.
"What the hell was that for?" she hissed at her pet. "He's nice!"
If Ayla could read minds, she would know that her kneazle didn't share her opinion about Oliver. But she couldn't. So she didn't. Instead she stumbled over to the sofa, where she collapsed and fell asleep.
When Sarah arrived the next morning Ayla was still on the sofa. Well Weasley gets to continue living she supposed. It was a shame really hunting him down could have been fun.
"My, my we did have fun last night didn't we?" Sarah said nudging Ayla to wake her up. The other girl didn't stir. Sarah tried again speaking a bit louder and nudging Ayla a bit harder. Still nothing. Well desperate times and all that stuff thought Sarah. She sat down. On Ayla. Whilst shouting "Wakey, wakey".
That got a reaction. Ayla jumped trying to dislodge the person on top of her while trying to find out which direction up was in. She groaned and gave up. Being upright wasn't really all that important.
"So I take it we over-indulged last night then? Miss me much after I left?"
Ayla groaned again, surely Sarah didn't expect her to talk right now? In fact she was positive that right now talking was not a good idea. Just listening to Sarah made her head throb.
"For the benefit of out friendship, I'm going to take that last groan as a yes. Which I'm sure is what you meant it to be." Sarah was doing her best to talk as sweetly, and more importantly, as loudly as possible. "So what time did Weasley drop you home?"
Ayla lifted her head, damn it why couldn't she be friends with someone who didn't make her talk when she was hung over? The least Sarah could do was perform that charm she knew to make Ayla's head stop banging, and her stomach stop swirling, and her mouth stop tasting like carpet. But it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon.
"Didn't"
"What? What do you mean 'didn't'? I told him to bring you home." Sarah allowed herself a small grin, looked like she'd be hunting Weasley after all.
"Oliver"
"Huh? Who's Oliver? What about him?"
Ayla was about ready to cry, her plan to talk in single word sentences had failed. And she'd just remembered what had happened last night before she collapsed on the sofa.
"Wood." she started, clearing up Sarah's confusion. Her friend muttered a quiet "oh" of comprehension.
"Kissed me." she ended effectively doubling her friend's confusion and anger. Not to mention her own splitting headache.
"He did what?"
Ayla began to wonder what it would be like to have a quiet life, without people sitting on her and screaming. Then gave up, what was the point? Not like she'd ever have one.
