Oliver seemed to have a spring in his step the next morning as Sara was fuming. She couldn't believe the nerve that Oliver had accrued, that was not Oliver and for some reason she liked the new Oliver. But still he accused her of being with Tom who she hated with a passion.

"Bring on the next group of brats," Tom said as Sara tried her Quidditch robe closed.

"Why are we in full gear?" Steven asked streaking out.

"Because this is the house team."

"Which house," Kevin asked confused.

"Ah, ah, um…"

"Slytherin," Sara answered.

"Your kidding these kids grow up to be death eaters and shit, why do we have to-"

"Because we are here to help all the Quidditch teams," Sara smiled at Tom. Then she moved closer to him, "don't even think about making a move on me up in the air."

"I thought I was Captain of this team."

"Bastard," Sara mumbled taking flight. She watched from the air as Tom talked to the Slytherins. Sara looked over her shoulder to see the rest of the team look uneasy. Then Sara spotted Oliver by the wall in his black wool sweater and tan pants. She felt the color in her face rise; it was like the day he asked her out. She was at practice and he watched from the stands, but this wasn't some school fantasy this was real life and there were no more chances.

"Sara!" Tom called waving for her to come down. He handed her a scroll. "Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you."

"Why?" She asked reading the scroll carefully. Tom only shrugged, "Lot of help you are," she pushed pass him and walked pass Oliver with out a look. Her robes flew around her and she couldn't help but feel like she was still Captain of the Hufflepuff team. She reached Dumbledore's office and took a ragged breath. Even though she wasn't a student getting called to Dumbledore's office was a scary thing.

"Come on in Sara." Dumbledore still doesn't miss a thing. Sara walked in and saw Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore.

"I didn't do it?" She asked with a smile.

"Of course not, you haven't been here long enough," Professor McGonagall said with a smile.

"Come we have some things to talk about. I am leaving at the end of this year," Dumbledore smiled, "Professor McGonagall will be taking my place and we need a transfigurations teacher. Would you be interested in the job?" Dumbledore didn't beat around the bush.

"Surly there is someone more qualified than me."

"You were a straight A student in my class," Professor McGonagall said with a hopeful smile.

"But still I am a Quidditch player, I have had no practice nor do I have the temper for students." Sara smiled, "I am flattered by the offer, but may I have time?"

"Of course," Dumbledore smiled, "Take as much time as you need." There was something of knowing in his voice that made Sara look at him in confusion.

Sara just left, wondering what they knew and weren't letting on about.

Dumbledore turned to Professor McGonagall, "She will take the job I am sure, but she needs to find it for herself."

"Are you sure about this Albus?" She was worried for Sara. "That Tom is trying to control her every move, Albus?"

"She will take the job to get away from him." He took a seat in his chair.

--

"Have fun with Dumbledore?" Tom asked laughing at her. She only looked at him with anger.

"Why do you care?" She snapped. Tom reached for her and she pulled away. "Don't touch me; I hate you and this fucking team. You all sat around and watched!" She threw her broom at Tom. "After my contract is up this year I am gone."

"And where will you go?"

"I am a Malcolm after all and could have my choice of Quidditch team or I could stay and teach here."

"Become a Hogwarts Teacher? Honey you don't have the temper and would do better with me." He tried to put an arm around her; Sara pulled out her wand and pointed it at him.

"Call me one more name or touch me and I swear you'll pay for it!" Sara wasn't smiling. "I've put up with seven years of this bullshit and its over."

"Trouble on the Quidditch Pitch, what a Catchy headline," Rita Skeeter said as a picture was snapped.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sara asked getting up in her face. "There is no Harry Potter, no death eaters or-"

"My, my aren't we grouchy this morning. Just a couple of questions."

"You have no right to be here," Oliver said coming to stand between Rita and Sara.

"Still protecting her after all these years, why didn't you rush to his aid? He needed you and kept asking for you my dear," she gently touched Sara's face. The Slytherins just watched waiting to see the next move.

"Go away Rita, you have no place here," Tom stepped forward.

"A love triangle how wonderful," he quill began scribble wildly.

"There is no love triangle here, go away," Sara's grip on her wand began to turn her knuckles white. Oliver took her other hand and gave it a tight squeeze. Just then Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall came running out. Sara looked up into Oliver's eyes and gave a small smile and he smiled back at her.

"There it is, get it!" Rita yelled seeing the perfect moment between them.

"Please Rita, this is just a team effort to help the school Quidditch teams. Nothing more than what it is-"Dumbledore's voice faded off as Oliver and Sara just stared into each others eyes. Time seemed to stop and go back to when they were students, trying to hide a love that would never die. "Miss Malcolm?" Dumbledore brought her out of her thoughts and she let his hand go. Oliver's face turned from happy to hurt.

"Yes?" She asked stepping forward.

"Take over the class, Tom you will do the interview." He didn't smile like he did when he was in his office. No now he was serious. Sara nodded and he gave her a wink and she smiled back at him. She taught the class for about twenty minutes before Tom came back, every one could tell something in that meeting pissed him off. And Tom pissed off was not one to be messed with. Sara had seen his late wife try to help him when he was pissed and she was never heard from again.

"I'll take over," he said and Sara backed away and let him go. Oliver appeared in a window of the castle. Sara saw him and smiled, but he turned away. She walked off before Tom could stop her, she was only a chaser and they had two others, they really didn't need her or did they? 'Who cares,' Sara thought as she kept walking. She found herself outside Madame Hooch's old office. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Oliver's voice could barley be heard. Sara walked in and shut the door behind her and she waited till he turned to see her. "Sara," he said surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I came to see you," after the fact she realized how silly it sounded and blushed.

"Interesting," he smiled, "And why would you come to see me now?"

"Because I have the time and it looks like my career in Quidditch is over." She took a seat on the chair before his desk.

"Why?"

"You saw the stunt I pulled on the Pitch, Tom is going to kill me." She put her head in her hands. "He has controlled my every move since I stated on that team," Oliver came to sit next to her;" at first I thought he was being nice but then things got way too serious."

"Really?" Oliver asked having no clue with the way the team showed itself to the world.

"He kept asking for sexual favors and soon I couldn't do anything." Tears began to fall and Oliver wanted to help but didn't see any way. "I didn't do it and he kept trying, he always does. I've tried to ignore it or do something but to him I am powerless. Oliver, I wish I could go back in time and never accept the offer."

"In life there are Things we wish we could redo, but then things wouldn't be the same and the fun memories wouldn't be there." He tried to choose his words carefully. "This was an experience that you will always have."

"The problem is that I love Quidditch and I don't want to give it up."

"Then don't." Oliver made things seem so simple.

"I wish it was that simple, Tom will ruin me and no other team will take me," the tears didn't stop, "My family will hate me for ever," she sobbed into her hands.

"Sara," Oliver took her in his arms and held her head against his chest. She just kept crying. "Your family wont hate you, they are proud of you and always will be," He stroked her head, her hair turned from the dark brown to fiery red in the sun. She will always be as he remembered in school, his Sara. "Sara," he gently pulled her head up to look at him. Without words he lowered his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Sara too stunned and weak to push away fell under the spell. She had forgotten how wonderful his kisses were and how they took her away from everything if only for a moment.

"Oliver?" She asked pulling away and looking down embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed Sara, I love you and always have," he smiled at her. Sara hung her head in shame; he said what she had feared. "Sara? Sara what is it?"

"Nothing," she lied. Her heart screamed inside of her to tell him that she loved him and couldn't live with out him. Her head said to keep it quiet and shout her mouth. He was in a new life and she wasn't apart of it any more. "I have to go, I am sorry," and just as she came she left leaving Oliver confused.

--

Sara picked at her food, her mind to occupied by the event in Oliver's office. She wanted to scream at herself for not telling him the truth. Everything wasn't right since they left Hogwarts and yet it seems Hogwarts has brought everything right again. Sara drank her own pitcher of wine and some of someone else. She needed to get away, far away. She had missed everything that was important to her and now her eyes were opened.

"Excuse me," she said in a soft tone with slurred words. Tom and the other team mates looked at her with worried eyes. Sara debated telling them off but just kept walking. Snape walked by her and was amazed at her.

"Miss Malcolm?" he tried to stop her but she kept walking, then he looked at Tom and his gaze became one of stone. "Dare I ask or just believe it wasn't you?"

"Think what you want." He said shoving his face full of food.

Outside tears fell like rain and Sara ran towards the dark Forrest. Her heart beats seemed like a drum calling her to her own execution. She tried to ignore the pain that the memories brought back. She found herself deep into the woods where she fell to her knees and screamed. She let her tears fall freely as she hit the ground. This wasn't the way she wanted her life to come out like, she was supposed to be married to Oliver and he was to be a huge Quidditch star. Now Sara was in the spot light and he was thrown on the back burner.

"Sara?" Sara looked up to see Oliver standing next to a tree. "What happened to you?"

"Oliver please, I was doing fine before I came back here-"

"Sara I love you and always will, there is nothing that you can do about that."

"After all that has happened I find it hard to believe that. You would rather crush me than look at me. Everything we planed together has been crushed. You were the Quidditch star!"

"Is that what all of this is about?" He kneeled next to her. "Sara that doesn't matter to me any more, I just want to be with you. To know that you love me."

"Oliver please, there are things that you don't know about, things I can't bring myself to tell you." Sara got up and walked to the edge of a small pond.

"If this has anything to do with Tom, I don't care-"

"It has to do with you!" She turned to face him with tear stained cheeks and red eyes. "Oliver I loved you so much that if you had asked me to curse myself I would have! If you asked me to give up everything for you I would have. But you didn't you just kept going on as if you didn't need anything. Oliver I would have died for you, or worse I would have killed for you!"

"I am asking you now to give up Quidditch and stay with me."

"You are asking to late."

"Am I?" Oliver walked over to her. He slipped an arm around her waist and a hand in her hair, "I believe inside you are fighting the urge to tell me that you love me and to leave that team and marry me." His hot breath danced on her skin. "Say it Sara, say you love me."

"Oliver I cant you know that."

"You can Sara and you want to, I know you too well." Sara looked into his eyes which told him everything. "Come with me, Sara. Spend the night with me." Sara didn't say anything but she only followed him as he took her hand. Oliver led her to his room and it was their 7th year all over again. They spent many nights together in his bed in the Gryffindor house. She felt the same feelings come flooding back and she just wanted him to have her again, she wanted to be his and only his.

Oliver slipped a hand behind her neck as he kissed her passionately. His other worked on the old sweater she always wore, the one his mother has sent her for Christmas in their 6th year. Once he had it off and had it flung over a chair he worked on her pants, tight black pants that helped show off her figure. Sara shivered because of the draft and Oliver instinctively laid her on the bed and covered her with his body. Sara then worked on Oliver's sweater and pulled it off with little effort, but before she could finish Oliver was at her neck. He made her gasp with very little effort at all; he knew her every little spot and used it to his advantage. He looked down and smiled seeing that she kept wearing his necklace after all these years. It was a turtle that he had gotten her after they left Hogwarts; she had a soft spot for animals and loved turtles.

He was brought back to the present by Sara dragging her hand up his back making him shiver with pleasure. 'She remembered,' he though with a smile at he lowered his lips to hers. She was just as he remembered a beautiful Goddess that he loved and that belonged to only him. Oliver began to remove his pants and Sara stopped him.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Is this what you really wanted?"

"To be with you forever, yes. I want this to be a lasting thing, not a one time." Sara nodded feeling the same way. And so he finished the task he set out to do. He slipped his own pants off and left them in a pile. Sara took off her bra and panties and handed them to Oliver. They were black with little hearts. He took them and looked at her; Oliver tucked them away in the night stand and pulled off his boxers. How he loved the smell of Sara, it was an intoxicating smell that drove him half wild. Gently he worked himself inside of her and she let out small gasps and reached for his head. She kept her lips on his as he began to work back and forth bringing heat between them and pleasure mounting. Sara had forgotten his taste and his smell, and the way she felt when she was with him. Soon they were in the heat of pleasure and Sara arched her back up to meet Oliver's body. She moved her hips with his driving him half wild. "I love you Sara," he said as he climaxed and collapsed on top of her.

"I love you too Oliver," She whispered in his ear.