Sara slept peacefully that night. Oliver laid wake for hours just watching her sleep, she looked like an angel. They were back together and Oliver looked over to his trunk, 'Maybe it is time to take that ring out again.' Oliver fell asleep with burning questions he dare not ask.

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The next morning was a rainy one, which was perfect for a Wednesday. Oliver was the first to wake; he looked down at a still sleeping Sara. Her hair was spread out around her on the pillow. Oliver gently got up and rummaged through his trunk and pulled out a small ring box. He set it on the nightstand and got back in bed. Though he tried to be quiet he woke Sara.

"Good morning," he said gently kissing her.

"What time is it?" She asked rolling on her side to face him. She just looked deeply into his eyes.

"Maybe eight." He smiled, "I don't want to do anything but stay here."

"We can't; we both have things to do today."

"Not for a couple of hours we don't," he smiled and rolled her onto her back. "So last night you said you loved me, is that true?"

"Yes," Sara whispered with a huge smile.

"And would you leave Quidditch behind you and marry me?"

"Can't I have both?" She asked wrapping her legs around his waist. She knew that got him every time. She felt his manhood grow and harden. He threw his head to the side as his breath quickened. "What's wrong Oliver?"

"You know," he growled. He couldn't take it any more and drove himself into her. Sara let out a small whimper of pleasure. "What's wrong?" He asked in a mocking tone and with a huge smile. Sara gave him a playful whack on the shoulder. In response he drove himself deeper making her let out a soft moan. He then grabbed her hands and held them above her head.

"Oliver," Sara said trying to play the damsel in distress. Oliver smiled and kissed her ever so sweetly then with more passion. Sara began to move her hips in response to him. Then there was a knock on the door. Oliver tried to get up but Sara pulled him back, "Oliver."

"What?"

"Stay here, ignore them. Please," She pleaded and Oliver felt bad. "Oliver?" She asked Annoyed as he got up and put his pants on.

"Sorry," he whispered as he opened the door. "Tom, what can I help you with?"

"Where is Sara?" Tom was way passed pissed. Sara got up and got dressed fast. "I said where is Sara?"

"Why should you care?" Oliver answered, "She is a grown woman."

"Oliver stop," Sara opened the door to show herself. There were a group of girls who stopped at admire be young bare-chested teacher.

"Sara-" he started but Sara pulled him into the chamber.

"For god sake man," Sara said as Oliver shut the door," does everything with you have to be big and showy?"

"What is going on here?" he looked from Sara to Oliver then back.

"What does it bloody look like?" Sara yelled.

"A one night stand."

"Never," Oliver said getting defensive. "You can't control her any ore. She has a mind of her won and can choose what she wants."

"Oliver," Sara gently touched his arm.

"Sara quiet," he said pushing her behind him. "Back off Tom."

"No she is one of my players. The best in fact and I will not let her make a big mistake by marrying the flight instructor from Hogwarts!"

"I can give her want she needs ten fold yours. I can give her a life of happiness and love, real love!"

Sara sat on the bed and watched them fight. The she looked over and saw the ring box. She picked it up and opened the lid. She just stared at the ring, 'How long has he had this?' Sara couldn't take her eyes off of it. It was a turtle with a huge diamond in the middle as a shell. She quickly shut the lid and put it back.

"-You know nothing of what she wants!" Tom yelled.

"And you do? You work her half to death and control her every move! She deserves better!"

"She is a Quidditch player! It comes with the territory! You should know that, remember?" he had a smirk that both Sara and Oliver could have smacked off of him.

This time Sara jumped in. "You've both made your points," Sara had a hand on each of their chests. "This is my life and my choice. Tome leaver, I will meet you on the pitch." Tom left slamming the door behind him. "Oliver," Sara gently touched his face and he kissed the palms of her hands.

"Get as far away from him as you can, please marry me Sara. You know I'll never mistreat you."

"I know Oliver, I know." She reached up and kissed him. "If I could I would," she smiled at him, "When I get back to London I am putting myself back on the Quidditch Market. Quidditch is my life Oliver, you know that. I can't just give it up.'

"Even for me?" his eyes were pleading her.

"Oliver-" She stopped as tears threatened to spill"- I am so sorry." And with that she rushed out.

Quidditch practice flew by but Sara's thoughts were clouded with those of Oliver. She was so in love with the man that it hurt her. How could she leave him behind again just like his last game. She watched him fall and felt so helpless. Tom rushed her out of the Stands and back home. Now she kicked herself, she left him in his time of need.

"Sara!" Tom yelled from the ground, "Look Alive!" She forced herself to focus on the game. Tom kept on top of her when she would slow down every time. A long hard day for the whole team and when the sun finally began to set they all walked back to the castle gratefully.

"Sara," Oliver whispered pulling Sara towards him then pinned her ups against the wall, "you remember this place."

"Of course," She smiled, "Sweat and you." She kissed him passionately.

"Sara?" Tom came around the corner to see them. "I thought you gave him up," he said pulling Sara away from Oliver.

"No I didn't, Tom. And you know what; I don't think I ever will." She whipped her arm from his grasp. "I never wanted you or the team. Oliver is my one."

"It didn't seem that way at his last game."

Sara stopped and looked up at Oliver. He glared back at Tom, "Excuse me?"

"Yea, she was there that night."

"Go away Tom!" Sara screamed. "Leave me alone!" Oliver took her hand and led her into the Gryffindor locker room. "Oliver-"

"Were you at that game? Tell me truthfully."

"Yes," Sara hung her head. Oliver walked away trying to control his emotions. "Oliver," she tried to touch him but he knocked her back.

"You made me believe that you loved me! You made me believe!" He watched; with his own tear filled eyes as Sara began to cry. "You are nothing to me."

"I was there Oliver, with your child! That night I was going to give up Quidditch for you forever. I was going to raise our first child and many more. But when that blugger knocked you off your broom, I realized I would have to work!" Tears flowed down her face, "Tom wouldn't let me go to you! He dragged me out kicking and screaming! Oliver I tried to get to you, I tried! I wrote letters that never came back. And I lost the child." She now tried to hold back her sobs. "Believe me I love you Oliver."

"Get out of my life," he turned away. Sara stumbled to her feet and chocked back large sobs as she ran pass him. "Sara," he called after her but she was already out of ear shot.

For the rest of the week Sara avoided Oliver like the Plague. She wanted nothing to do with him and her options raced through her head. She could stay on with the Appleby Arrows, be traded to another Quidditch team or take Dumbledore's offer. There were no formal goodbyes when the team left; they just seemed to disappear altogether.

As for Oliver he was as heart broken as Sara was. He couldn't believe his own actions and how badly he hurt her. Some days he'd look at the ring, then burry it in his trunk. Then three months later an addition of the Daily Prophet would change his life.

--

Sara sat at a table in the leaky Caldron with Rita Skeeter. She seemed all too willing to report on the young Quidditch star. Sara had given up her spot on the Appleby Arrows and was accepting offers from other teams. Her father came back from America to help her.

"So what do you believe your next job will be?" Rita asked.

"I'm not too sure yet."

"Well then, what do you hope for?" She smiled, "Quidditch or something completely different?"

"Something different would be nice but Quidditch has always been my life and I would like to continue my experience."

--

"Here is an offer for a team just outside of Boston for Quodpot."

"No, I will not play Quodpot, its bad enough I played it when I was a kid."

"It wasn't that bad."

"Still! Professor McGonagall is looking for a new Transfigurations teacher and has offered me the job."

"Or you could marry Oliver."

"He told me to get out of his life."

"Sara you love the man," her father threw his arms up in the air. "You carried his child."

"I miscarried!" His daughter had become distressed and depressed about everything.

"By that way," he left the room and Sara rubbed her small bump she had acquired.

--

'Dear Oliver, I have heard of the incidents that had passed three months ago. And I feel duty bound as Sara's father to tell you that she carries your child once more. She is sick and getting worse, she has completely lost touch with everything that was once important to her. Please come and see her, see if you can't make anything right again.'

Oliver read the letter and ran to Dumbledore's office.

"Albus she needs to say whether she wants the job."

"She is sick," Oliver said handing the letter to McGonagall, "She is pregnant with my child."

"Congratulations Oliver," Dumbledore said patting him on the back.

"She is sick," McGonagall handed the letter to Dumbledore. "Christmas break is coming up, go and see her take the holidays off."

"Are you going to marry her?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Yes, I believe I will."

--

Sara grew with each passing day and kept mostly to her room. Her father left for America again and her mother stayed to help Sara. She tried to get her young daughter to eat but she refused to. She didn't care id she lost the baby; it wouldn't help her and Oliver.

"Sara please," her mother set a tray of food on the night stand, "you can't keep moping around. You have a child to live for."

"This child won't help my life along. It won't bring Oliver back to me." She cried.

"You underestimate the power of children, my dear."