Despite the sorting hat's claims, I took my being put in Gryffindor as a major sign. Naturally, the only boy that popped to mind was Oliver, but I was never against boy hunting! I needed to find someone closer to my age to flirt with, so I could stake my claim with as little competition as possible. There was Dean, Seamus, Harry, and Ron all in my own year. Dean and Seamus might've not known it yet but they were taken by each other. I knew a couple of upperclassmen thanks to Oliver, but still not too many. Hmm, Oliver. He's food for thought…
I wanted to plan out everything about my first day of classes, but I desperately needed sleep. Therefore, I tried to sleep. Of course my mind was having none of that. I kept running conversations from the train over and over in my head. Maybe I was a little too harsh on Draco? I essentially called him self absorbed, and it wasn't exactly true, but what for? Did I take a stab at his ego just to impress Oliver? It's quite possible, but could I really be crushing on Oliver after knowing him a day? Also, was I willing to potentially sacrifice the makings of a good friendship for a pretty boy? I got so worked up over these issues that they invaded my dreams.
I dreamt that I was in a room full of Dracos with Oliver in the middle. I just marched through them, knocking most down out of the way so I could get to Oliver. I did everything imaginable to neutralize Draco. I kept kicking and punching all of him that got in my way, but then I realized that Oliver was walking away from me. I moved faster to get to him, so did Oliver. I started to run and that's when I noticed that the Dracos were speaking to me. I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually I got so caught up in what the Dracos were trying to tell me that I stopped and grabbed one by the hand. His eyes lit up unfamiliarly. He talked desperately to me, but I still couldn't understand. In his eyes, tears started to form and he didn't stop them. He kept talking to me, almost pleading, but I shook my head as if to convey my confusion. The look in his eyes after I reacted was heartbreaking. He lost all energy and walked away slowly, shoulders slumped in defeat. In fact, all the Dracos were moving away, clearing a path straight down the middle. I had forgotten about Oliver in all the confusion, but there he was, standing 50 feet away from me, smiling. I started to walk towards him and he, in turn, walked towards me. I was so happy to be able to have him, but then I remembered Draco. There was only one now and he was standing just off to my right side. He looked to be in pain, his suffering increasing every step we took, yet he never left my side. He did his best to smile at me, and just as Oliver and I came within 10 feet of each other, he stopped walking. I turned around just in time to see him fading away, tears streaming down his face. I immediately stopped to save my friend in pain; I tried to grasp his hand before he was gone, but I only touched air.