Okay, first off the last chapter should have been a lot longer than it was when it was posted, there is so much more that I have to put into this chapter now that was not continued on in the last chapter. I am currently in college so any lack of posting from here on in you can blame that for, other than that: I have tips on my nails and I have discovered that it is very difficult to type on a laptop with them on. Bear with me because frustrations will cause me to stop writing for periods of time.

"Call me out
You stayed inside
One you love
Is where you hide
Shot me down
As I flew by
Crash and burn
I think sometimes
You forget where the heart is

Answer no
To these questions
Let her go
Learn a lesson
It's not me
You're not listening
Now can't you see?
Something's missing
You forget where the heart is

Take you away
From that empty apartment you stay
And forget where the heart is someday
If ever you love me you'll say
Its okay

Waking up
From this nightmare
How's your life?
What's it like there?
Is it all what you want it to be?
Does it hurt
When you think about me
And how broken my heart is?

Take you away
From that empty apartment you stay
And forget where the heart is someday
If ever you love me you'll say
Its okay

Its okay to be angry and never let go
It only gets harder the more that you know
When you get angry and no ones around
You know that I'll catch you when you're falling down
We came together but you left alone
And I know how it feels to walk out on your own
Maybe someday I will see you again
And you'll look me in my eyes and call me your friend."

"Empty Apartment" Yellowcard

As the days past it seemed like the more and more time Oliver spent cooped up in that house with Rachel the hornier he became. She however was quite the opposite, with every advance that he would make upon her, the more distant and abstinent she became. He was truly being driven insane with his own pure animalistic lust.

Many times in the week, when Rachel was doing her homework, brow furrowed in concentration, Oliver would stare at her from the corner of his eye, watching her attempt the horrendous amount of homework that Snape had given her. He didn't think that she knew that he was watching her, but then again, by some of the ways she would stretch, it was almost like she was trying to allure him to her.

The tiniest thing these days would set him off, like the white nearly see through under shirts that she would prance around the house in and the small sport shorts that barely covered her ass sent him into oblivion.

To say the least, Oliver made many trips to the bathroom to see his best friend, his right hand.

Things from Rachel's point of view were completely different. It seemed like with every move that she made to try to get Oliver's attention, he would simply look away and after a few minutes he would head into the bathroom, she assumed, to get away from her.

One day found them particularly bored. It had been rained since dawn, Rachel had just finished off a rather large stack of homework while Oliver sat watching TV. Rachel sat staring out of the window over the sink, watching the rain splattered window, deep in thought. She began to muse over the past few weeks.

When they first arrived in New England, Oliver couldn't have made his come-ons at a worst time. In truth the only thing that she could think about was the true reason that they were there and all of the possible trouble that she could be putting them in for just being there. The potions hadn't much crossed her mind since they stored them in the back of the refrigerator after food shopping. She was constantly worrying about Voldemort and her father and Jed and all that could be happening with them. What she hated the most was that she wasn't allowed any contact with the magical world, therefore she couldn't contact any of her friends at Hogwarts to see how they were doing.

Oliver changed the station in the background and turned it up. It sounded like it was a soccer game of some sort, and it shock Rachel from her musings, reeling her back into reality.

"I'm going to go work out," she announced, not really to Oliver, nor to herself, but she arose from the bar area and walked into the bedroom changing into a pair of short shorts and a sports bra simply enough.

When she pulled off her shirt to change, Oliver walked into the room and stopped short, "Oh, sorry," he mumbled looking away quickly and heading towards the bathroom.

Rachel frowned, thinking to herself, 'Do I repulse him that much,' she considered and it only made her frown deeper.

"I'm going to go take a shower," Oliver announced, not to either of them, just a general idea. 'Bugger,' he thought to himself, 'she probably thought that I came through here to stare at her,' he frowned, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

'But you were,' part of him answered back.

'Shut up you stupid prat,' he swore back.

Rachel sat on the bench of the machine, pulling the bands up in curls, exhaling heavily as she did so.

Oliver turned the cold knob on the shower and undressed himself, looking down at his attentive member. "It's just you and me buddy," he said before stepping into the cold stream.

Rachel released the handles and let them fall to the ground, dropping to the floor herself, thinking in anger now that her adrenaline was coursing. She thought of her hatred of Voldemort and Jed, and how Oliver tied into this all. How Oliver wasn't responding to any of her attempts to tempt him to her. He even shied away from cuddling with her in bed. These thoughts only fueled her rage and she increased the repetition.

Oliver stood into the icy shower, stroking his throbbing member and letting his lustful thoughts be frozen here and not travel any further than this room. He lifted up a bottled of shampoo to wash his hair and caught a whiff of Rachel's shampoo and it nearly sent him over the edge in lust.

As soon as her arms felt like they were going to break off and lay throbbing on the floor Rachel dropped onto her shoulder and rolled over to her back were she stare at the ceiling for a few moments.

Oliver sighed and slammed the bottle of shampoo down and coached himself down. He shouldn't be acting like this over a stupid girl; he could have any girl that he wanted so why was this one driving him insane?

Before her pulse could settle, she threw her arms behind her head and pulled her chest to her knees, doing crunches on the bedroom floor, this boy, no man, no whatever would cause her to act like this anymore.

Finally calmed down to a decent mind-set, he shut off the water and climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, intent on catching the rest of the football game.

Rachel heard the door open and shot up, sweaty, none of her issues resolved, still feeling as horny as ever and stared at Oliver with her intentions written all over her face.

Oliver turned, shutting the door behind him and glanced up to see Rachel staring at him heatedly. Everything that he had thought to himself in the bathroom had flown out of the window. The sweat was pouring off of her body and the simple towel that Oliver had wrapped around himself did not help to hide the returning of his hard-on.

As soon as the clean angel that was Oliver Wood stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes were glued all over him. The way that his hair spiked slightly with the wetness of his hair, the droplets of water that still poured over his soaked frame. The way that his knuckles were turned a whitish color from clutching the towel tightly around his waist. Finally the immense boner caught her eyes and she couldn't help but swell with pride over the fact that she was doing this to him.

He took a tentative step toward her, and well, the dressers that she was standing near so that if what she was portraying on her face was not the correct emotions that Oliver believed them to be, then he could feel like less of a fool for some time.

(IMPORTANT A/N: This scene especially was supposed to be in the last chapter, simply for the song that was featured at the beginning of the chapter, so before you go back to see what song it was it was "Temptation Waits" by Garbage, it's featured on the Buffy The Vampire Slayer soundtrack, the one with Angel and Buffy on the cover, not the musical, not the movie. Yeah, download the song, buy it whatever, this scene is the sole reason that that song was put on the soundtrack of this story. Which by the way, you'd probably like me to get back to that!)

Rachel licked her salty lips and nodded her head at him.

Oliver bit his lip terrified of the girl in front of him, "Rachel, are you sure?" he questioned, looking at her for approval.

"Oliver," she whimpered, needing him bad enough that her heart ached to be beating erratically with his own.

That small word, hearing his name drift from her lips was the only reassurance that he needed and he took another step toward her and she responded taking a step toward him and he dropped his towel, leaving himself completely naked before her, vulnerable to any attack that she might give.

"So," she smirked looking at him lustfully, "you have been responding to my, enticements," she giggled.

"Oh," Oliver said giving her a stern look, "you my dear have been very," he paused pulling her to him, allowing her hot body to be pressed against his frigid one. "Very wicked."

She raised an eye brow and grinned, "Really?" She lifted her arms above her head and he reached underneath the band and pulled it loose, peeling it off of her constricted chest and yanking it over her head. "And what exactly becomes of wicked little girls, Professor Wood?" she said pressing her body against his, steering him back towards the bed.

Several exhausting hours later, they lay in the darkness of the room, lit dimly only by the half moon that shone outside the window. Rachel lay sprawled over Oliver, sighing contently as she listened to his intense heart beat.

Oliver lay beneath her, stroking her hair and rubbing her back, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "So," he breathed.

"So," she replied, almost afraid that this would become one of those awkward after sex conversations, or silences, both were deadly in Rachel's opinion.

Oliver lay there in silence for several more minutes, blushing deeply, imagining a notion in his head. He blushed deeper than anything that Rachel had done to him before. "Rachel," he whispered getting her attention.

"Hm?" she muttered.

"There's something I need to tell you," he began.

She shifted her weight so that she was no longer lying atop of him, now more on his side, using him like a giant Oliver pillow. "Mm, hm?"

"Well, I know that you and I had some miscommunication that led us here, albeit it took us a while, but now that we're here and you're here, and listening to me, I decided that I think that I should tell you something very important. Rachel, I love you," he said finally.

Suddenly, as if a great weight had been lifted from his conscious, he had finally said it. When she didn't respond he figured that he had scared her. "Rachel, I know that that is a lot for you to take, and I understand if you don't feel the same way. I mean, it would suck pretty bad, but you're so much younger than I am and I know it'd be asking way too much of you to say it back, especially now, when we're like this. It would almost seem cheesy and overrated. Oh, great, now my 'I love you' probably sounded the same way. I'm sorry Rachel, but I just love you so-," he paused listening. "Rachel? Rachel?" he asked quietly. He held perfectly still and silent, listening to her for once. Her breathing was even and she was even snoring in a cute exhausted way.

Oliver bent down and kissed the top of her head. "Goodnight, my love," he said drifting to sleep himself.

The next few weeks in the New England house spawned very interesting outcomes. Every time that Rachel might go out to grocery shop, if Oliver went out to mow the lawn, any natural, normal household chore turned into foreplay. If Rachel was washing dishes, then Oliver was mopping up the floor, and chore then required him to lift her into the air effortlessly and clean the space beneath her feet before setting her gently on the counter until the floor dried, and until it did she had to remain where she was.

Oliver then, would wipe down the counter top, and lift Rachel over his shoulder and toss the rag into the sink, claiming that they were both dirty from cleaning and needed a shower.

After one of their mid-day romps, Rachel sat back doing her homework and Oliver sat himself down to watch a football match. This was all normal for them, all ordinary except for when the doorbell rang.

Both looked at each other utterly confused and Rachel rose from the table, walking over and opening it to reveal a short Asian woman that looked exactly like Cho Chang at their door.

Rachel stood and stared her mouth slightly open. Something wasn't right here, there was no way that Cho Chang would be there in New England to harass them.

"Has anyone ever told you Rachel it's not nice to stare," the Cho look alike said.

"Cho?" Rachel said in complete and udder disbelieve.

"No, no, definitely not!" the woman said. "I know her though, thanks for inviting me in." She said side stepping Rachel she knelt over to take off her high heels. Rachel looked the woman over. The resemblance to Cho Chang was overwhelming and somewhat eerie. With her shoes off she stood there in a classy blue pinstriped business suit at about the exact same height as Cho Chang. Rachel kept staring as the woman shook her head and wandered into the kitchen area. She climbed up the stool and sat staring at Oliver with a look of disgust in her eyes. Oliver, however remained oblivious to the new woman in the house.

"Who are you?!" Rachel exclaimed.

"I own this place, I like what you did with it," she said nodding in approval looking around at the new furniture and other objects. "I especially like the TV."

Rachel starting to become bothered by this woman, "Thanks, I guess. But you haven't answered my question. Are you sure you're not Cho Chang? Because you certainly remind me of her."

"Rachel Rivers, if you wish to stay safe here it's best you do not attempt to compare me to my daughter."

"Daughter?" Rachel questioned.

"Yes, daughter. I'm Lauren Chang, Cho's mother." Lauren said frowning.

"Oh alright. Mrs. Chang…" Rachel started.

Lauren Chang cringed in pain, "No, no and more no!" Lauren said cutting Rachel off, "Lauren, please call me Lauren."

"Alright, Lauren, why are you here?" Rachel asked.

"Checking in on you two and making sure you're taking your potions," Lauren said. "I'm trying to make you invisible in the American law system, to both Muggles and their Wizarding World, it's confusing and I do not wish to bore you to death."

"Law systems?" Rachel questioned, "You're a lawyer?"

"Yes I am," Lauren replied a little surprised her reputation did not precede her.

"Woah! Lauren Chang, what the hell are you doing here? Blimey!" Oliver exclaimed as the commercial came on.

"Making sure everything is alright, Wood," she said glaring at the boy with a great look of distrust in her eyes.

Oliver said, "Good, that's settled. But just for sure, you're not trying to incriminate us for breaking and entering are you?"

"No, unfortunately, Dumbledore made me agree to this. However, Wood, even if he hadn't, this would have been one of the smaller fish in my pond," Lauren said as she posed her elbow on the table and her head on her cheek.

"I see," Oliver said refocusing on the game that had just come back on.

"Money is good and everything?" Lauren asked.

Rachel nodded, "More than enough money."

"Good," Lauren said as she got up, "Here's my contact information, but try to avoid using it. I will be visiting every so often, so these are only in case of an emergency, understood?" Lauren demanded.

"Understood," Rachel confirmed as Lauren headed back towards the door. Rachel smiled as Lauren put her heels back on.

"What?" Lauren asked when she stood back up again.

"Nothing, it's just weird, she's a spitting image of you," Rachel said as Lauren smiled.

"Yeah, but she's nothing like me. She has a heart, gives a damn about people and can't go against her morals," Lauren said as she left.

Lauren Chang made these visits every two weeks, through the latter part of January when they arrived up until late April. Throughout this time, she urged Oliver and Rachel to remember to take the twice daily potions.

And after much coaxing, Rachel finally wrote it down on a sticky note and put in on the refrigerator, as a reminder, and they began to take them again.

One morning, Rachel woke up and pulled herself from Oliver's embrace feeling quite sick. She pushed off the covers, and his arm, quickly making her way to the bathroom to empty last night's dinner into the toilet.

After she finished, she climbed into the shower and washed herself off, wrapping herself in a fluffy white towel when she was done and brushed the disgusting taste from her mouth. Then the idea hit her and she froze in terror, her face paling to a delicious white color. She quickly stopped her brushing and rinsed her mouth out and her toothbrush off, desperate to get to the phone that was only to be used in emergencies.

She dialed the only number set in the phone, a 911 name and a different number, the phone rang once before whoever was on the other line picked it up.

"What?" they said hastily.

"Lauren?" Rachel started shakily.

She heard Lauren sigh on the other line, "What do you need Rachel?"

"Oh, um, do those potions that you and Dumbledore gave us have any, um, side effects?" she questioned deciding on a more rational approach.

"Yeah, vomiting and drowsiness. Some dizziness too, but that's the least common," she said simply annoyed.

"Oh," Rachel sighed thankfully.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"No, just having a bad reaction to those potions," Rachel smiled and hung up the phone. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, "Just in case," she mumbled to herself and dropped her towel, and put some clothes on before heading to a 24 hour supermarket.

Later that day, when Rachel was sitting a watching a movie in the living room, Oliver had finally awoken from his slumber and trudged his way into the bathroom to take a shower. Now there are certain items that belong to women that men just do not want to know about, tampons, bikini wax, anything with "Summer's Eve" on the label or Pregnancy tests. Especially if you are a 21 year old man with a 17 year old girlfriend. "Oh god," he said looking at the package at the top of the trash can as he undressed and took a quick shower, staring at the product like it was going to jump out and attack him.

His thoughts wandered ferociously in the shower as he quickly tried to scrub away his anxiety, but to no avail. When he got out, he wrapped himself in a towel and stood there in the bathroom, dripping water all over the floor, staring at the evil box in the trash can. His eyes shifted elsewhere in the bathroom, and he then noticed that they still had a relatively full box of condoms, but every time that they did it didn't mean that they used a condom every time.

When he exited the bathroom he dressed quickly in their bedroom, throwing on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and he could hear Rachel yelling audibly at the television in the living room.

"That's right! You tell him! He IS THE FATHER!" she screamed. "HE'S THE FATHER! But oh, no! That Lying Bastard! LEAVE HIS ASS!"

Oliver's eyes widened as she began chanting "LEAVE HIM!" along with the audience. He slipped his shoes on and took his wallet with the fake identification card and some of the money that he and Rachel had been given and walked out of the bedroom and headed towards the door.

"Baby?" Rachel looking over at him from where she was perched on the couch, "Where are you going?"

Oliver looked around and smiled sheepishly, "Um, out darling, I'll be back in a few hours, don't you worry. Do you need anything?" he asked with his hand on the doorknob.

"Oo! Could you pick up some Chunky Monkey?" she grinned. "And some cookie dough!" she added as he walked out of the door.

Hours later, long after the sun had set and Rachel had been pacing and worried sick about Oliver and his whereabouts because she had had no way on contacting she headed into the bedroom to call Lauren and tell her about her fear when the door opened and she heard Oliver enter.

"Rachel, honey, I'm home!" he called out to her walking into the kitchen.

:Rachel flew out from the bedroom door, eyes full of worry and fear and she threw her arms around Oliver hugging him tightly to her chest. "Oh my god! Thank god! I had no idea where you were!" she said on the verge of tears. She then pulled back and reared on him and for a spilt second he knew how the Weasley twins must feel all the time, "I can't fucking believe that you just left this afternoon! You didn't tell me where you were going or what you where going to be doing or even when you would be back! Do you have any idea as to how worried I was! Oliver, you a Wizard in a Muggle world, do you even understand the long and horrible list of things that could have happened to you?!" she screamed and Oliver knew that the Weasley twins had it way worse.

"Rachel," Oliver said taking her arms in his hands, "relax, I'm fine and I'm home now with you." He smiled and pushed her back toward the living room, sitting her down on the couch. "Okay, I know that there is something that you might be afraid to tell me, but I want you to know that it's going to be okay," he said.

Rachel looked up at him confused, "What are you talking about?"

He turned back toward the kitchen and reached around the counter and pulled out a rather large stuffed teddy bear, with a yellow ribbon fastened around its neck with a little pendant.

Rachel gasped and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Rachel, I know about the baby, I saw the pregnancy test in the bathroom this morning, and to be honest, at first I panicked and I didn't know what to do, but then I knew. I knew exactly what I had to," he continued. "So I went down to the store that you showed me earlier and I bought you this," he said handing her the giant soft teddy bear.

Only then did Rachel notice that the small pendant around the bear's neck wasn't a pendant at all, but rather a ring. A ring that looked awfully a lot like an engagement ring.

"Oliver," Rachel began.

"No," Oliver said holding up a hand to stop her from continuing. "It's okay. I love you and I still want to be with you and our baby," he sighed happily.

Rachel looked at him, tears welling back up into her eyes.

"Rachel," Oliver said, dropping to one knee in front of her. "Will you marry me?"

The END!

JUST KIDDING!

Please do you seriously think that I would have let you go without anymore drama?????

Rachel smiled and placed and hand on the side of his face, "Oliver, I'm not pregnant."

Oliver looked at her confused, "What? But I thought-"

"I got sick this morning and called Lauren, she said vomiting was a side effect from the potions, so I took a pregnancy test just in case and it was clear, I'm not pregnant," she said unsure if she should be smiling. "So you don't have to marry me," she finished.

"Oh," Oliver said looking a little confused and dumbstruck. "Well, can I ask you to save yourself, well, the rest of yourself, and promise me that maybe someday we'll get married?" he asked taking the newly dubbed promise ring from the yellow ribbon around the bear's neck and placing it on Rachel's left ring finger.

Rachel didn't even respond, she just wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her chest, thanking him. She didn't have to say anything anyway, he was sadly grateful that he wasn't going to be a father anytime soon. Not that he didn't want any kids, simply that it was too soon for the both of them, he was really out of a job at the moment and she was still in Hogwarts, Merlin knows what would happen when everybody would find out!

No instead, he lifted her off of the couch, the teddy bear in her arms and carried her to bed, where he wrapped his arms protectively around her and cuddled her to sleep, where both drifted of and dreamt of a place where they could live happily ever after.

That had only been a few weeks previous, now, as Rachel stood in the shower she mused as to what would have happened if she really had been pregnant. Her and Oliver would be getting married now, they would be planning all of the details of the wedding while picking out furniture and names for the baby. She couldn't help but smile to her self as she closed her eyes and shampooed her hair.

The bathroom door opened and closed and Rachel's heart swelled, thinking of the promise ring that laced her left ring finger, she had never taken it off and she had no thought to remove the princess cut diamond that adorned her hand.

She heard him fumbling around out there and she smiled, "are you coming in here or what?" she laughed.

He chuckled as well and drew back the shower curtain stepping in behind her. She stood under the shower head, facing the wall, her back to him, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair from the top back, not letting the suds in to her eyes. He ran his hand up the small of her back to her shoulder, sending chills up her spine. She smiled and turned around wiping her eyes.

"Hello Rachel," a naked Jed said before her, erection in full view.

"OH MY GOD! OLIVER! HE-!" she started to scream when Jed muffled her mouth with his hand.

He slammed her body up against the wall and smirked evilly at her. "Oo, too bad I put a locking charm on the door. Now, I put a silencing charm on your friend Reinheart, but I'd rather him hear you screaming," he said inserting three fingers roughly into her.

She squealed and screamed feeling him rip her with his fingers.

"Hurt babe? I'm so sorry," he mocked, pulling out and still holding her against the wall by pressing his branded forearm against her throat. He skillfully tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth and sheathed himself with it, grinning at her. "I don't know where you've been. You've probably been gallivanting around with Wood, and I wouldn't want to get any diseases that he has probably tainted you with," he whispered harshly, thrusting himself inside of her.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, "Rachel? Are you okay?"

"OLIVER!" Rachel cried. "He's in here!"

"Who? What?" he called out.

"JED! He's raping me!" she screamed trying to push the large hunk of California beef off of her to no avail.

"Rachel!" Oliver said banging on the door, shouldering it in attempts of breaking in and helping her.

Jed kept pumping until he met his release to Rachel's screams of terror and disgust. When he pulled out of her, she dropped to the bottom of the tub and he stood over her grinning madly. He tore back the shower curtain leaving it exposed and dried himself off with a towel in front of her, throwing the condom into the trash can and dressing. He leaned himself into the tub, and Rachel tried to scurry away, but he grabbed her by the back of her hair and yanked her towards him, "First, you should have been taking your potions." He tapped on her forearm to the revolting reminder of her mother, Bellatrix's wish, "that is how he found you. Second, he wants you present when we invade the castle. We're going to be battling Hogwarts, I'll give you the details when he needs you," he said staring at her shaking form. He pushed his lips forcefully against hers, causing her lip to bleed one more time when he bit it violently. "Imperio," he commanded and Rachel's body became rigid and she found that she could not force herself to do anything against it. "You will not tell anyone about Voldemort's plans. When I come for you, you will leave immediately with me, we will get into you car and leave," he commanded before releasing his hold over her and watching her scurry away from his reach.

"You nauseate me," he screamed in her face as he pulled away and grabbed his wand from where it rested on the counter top. He undid the locking charm and Oliver threw the door open, diving in on him.

Jed Apparated out of his reach and Oliver went flying into the tub, hitting his arms and head against the porcelain. Rachel could do nothing but curl up in a ball in the shower and cry into her lap.

Oliver moaned in pain for a few moments before pulling himself up off of the ground and kneeling before her, "Rachel," he cooed and reached out to her.

She shivered away and almost screamed at him, whimpering.

Oliver almost cried at the pain that she was in. He reached over and turned off the water and he saw that she was following him suspiciously with her eyes. He sat there for a few minutes, staring at her and waiting for the water to drain from the tub before he grabbed a clean towel from the closet and handed it to her in the tub. It simply draped over her and he frowned, looking at her earnestly. "I'm not going to hurt you or touch you inappropriately. I am just going to dry you off and get you out of the tub and into some clean clothes," he told her.

"Uh, uh," she said shaking her head and moving away from him once again. He knew that he couldn't be angry or annoyed with her because of the trauma that had just occurred to her so he sat back on the bathroom floor as she hugged the towel closer to her body, staring at him expectantly.

He understood the look that she was giving him and he stood and exited the bathroom, heading back into the living room.

Rachel crawled out of the tub, wrapping the towel around her body tightly, drying off quickly and putting on layers of the most unattractive clothes that she thought she owned. Sweatpants, tank tops, tee shirt, sweat shirt, socks, slippers, and then throwing her hair into a ponytail. She stood in the doorway of the bedroom, holding the teddy bear that Oliver had gotten her. She stood there staring distracted into the rug before her. Oliver sat there observing her and looked at her concerned.

"Rachel?" he asked worried trying to get her attention.

She looked up at him and looked toward him, but to Oliver it seemed more like she was looking through him instead. She soon turned and walked back into the bed room.

A few hours later, when Oliver figured that she was already asleep, he entered and saw her laying on her side of the bed, clutching the teddy bear tightly, and staring blankly at the wall. He frowned and walked over to the bed, picking up his pillow from the bed and grabbing the blanket from the end of the bed and he walked back into the living room and folded down the futon, laying himself down on it to sleep on.

Over the next days, Rachel was reclusive, and reticent, spending most of her time doing her homework. Lauren even came one day while Oliver was in the shower and Rachel was still asleep, she observed the sleeping girl as peaceful and saw nothing wrong with her at all, simply dropping off the supplies and leaving a note saying that she had indeed stopped in and that she would see them again in a few weeks.

Oliver was being extremely patient with Rachel, not doing anything to her that she didn't ask of him. If she asked him to leave the room while she changed he did. If she needed him to just hold her while she cried then he did, nothing more. After three weeks she invited him to sleep in the bed with her again, and he treated her as a fragile china doll, keeping his distance from her, as not to smash the small walls that she had begun to rebuild around herself.

These things did not go unnoticed by Rachel and she truly did appreciate all of the things that Oliver was doing for her and she decided, one month after her rape, that she was okay, Oliver hadn't so much as kissed her in the whole time, especially after seeing the cuts and bruises that presented themselves on her lips. She knew that he really did care about her enough to let her heal herself with his help. Therefore, bright and early one morning, she got up and showered, putting some clothes on and leaving Oliver a note that she was going out shopping.

When Oliver awoke an hour or so later, he decided that he wanted to tell Rachel how much he loved her, and that he was still going to be there for her no matter what happened. So he headed down to the market and bought some items for cooking. Upon returning to the house, he found it still empty, as he hoped that it would be and sat about cooking Rachel an amazing meal.

Hours later when she came home with the one thing that she needed the most; she was shocked to see that Oliver had cooked. "Hey," he smiled at her, standing by the chairs, candles lit over a beautiful dinner.

"Hi," she replied happily, not a cheesy, thank you for doing this smile, but a genuinely happy that he existed smile.

"I made you dinner," he said smiling at the woman that he loved before him. He extended his hand to her, offering her a seat at the table, pulling the chair out for her and waiting for her to sit. Instead she stood there, smiling up at him. "What?" he asked slightly confused.

"Nothing," she smiled wrapping her arms around him and pulling him against her chest. When she pulled back, she planted a soft, angelically innocent kiss upon his lips, causing him to beam with happiness.

They sat down to dinner and Oliver raised his glass to her, "I wanted to tell you something. I made you this dinner, to show you that I still care about you. No matter what happens between us, you will always be in my heart, love. I want you to remember this night and think fondly on it in the future," he said, seeing the tears welling up in Rachel's eyes, causing him to pause, but when she smiled and nodded for him to continue, he finished for her, "because I love you."

Rachel could do nothing but smile and cry at all that he had done for her in the past month especially, but also in all of the times before then. After they had finished dinner, Rachel excused herself from the table and headed into the bedroom while Oliver cleaned up the dishes and the table. Oliver turned to see Rachel standing before him in lacy, honeymoon-esque lingerie. He stare at her in awe and shock. "Rachel? Are you sure?" he asked uncertain.

"Oliver," she started smiling. "You have done nothing but good things for me since I've been here, and specifically in the past month, you've been so patient," she said.

"But you only kissed me tonight," Oliver tried, defending her, he didn't want her to get hurt again, not by something he could possibly do.

"That's because I am 100 sure. I love you too, Oliver, let me show you that."

He smiled and followed her into the bedroom where, for the first time, the sex was not animalistic or lustful, nor raunchy or hot, but beautiful. They made love for the first and last time on that bed together.

Later that night, when they lay cuddling each other, a loud pop sounded in the corner of the room, startling the two lovers.

"Hello there Rachel," Jed sneered from the shadows.

Rachel physically cringed and held onto Oliver tighter as they sat up in bed, clutching the sheets around them.

"The Dark Lord calls to you Rachel. It's time for you to come with me," he commanded.

Oliver would not release her. "No, she's staying here with me," he said firmly.

Rachel however, against her own will stood from the bed, dropping the sheets and replacing her clothes on her body, crying the whole time and apologizing to Oliver, "I'm so sorry, I can't tell you anything!" she cried when Jed grabbed her roughly by her arm and took her keys from her, dragging her out of the house and to her car.

"You follow us Wood and I'll kill her in front of you!" he threatened pointing his wand at him. The threat, although unrealistic, made Oliver Wood stop with fear. Letting them leave.

They got into the car and Jed spun the car out of the drive way and down the road. Rachel sat silently crying in the front seat the whole time. She figured that Jed was trying to drive them as close to the ocean as possible, that way, they would have less of a distance to Apparate, because it was quite tiring. Fortunately for Rachel, she had cried herself to sleep in the car and when she had awoken, she was sitting in the middle of a dungeon-like room.

The next few days passed by like a blur to her, and she only knew that she had to get back to Oliver. Once she had the opportunity, she Apparated away from the area she was in, using most of her energy to get back to the states, where she appeared near her car, crawling into the backseat and sleeping until she felt like she could move once again. When she climbed into the driver's seat she saw how late it was, close to two o'clock in the morning and she wasn't even sure how many days she had been gone.

Upon arriving back at her house, she knew something was off. For starters, there was a car identical to hers parked in the driveway, down to the same license plate identical. Puzzled and worried she entered the house, "Oliver?" she called out to no response. When she walked into the bed room, she found herself staring at a sight she had never ever wanted to see in a million years.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" Rachel screeched, seeing Oliver jump up in bed, as did the blonde laying next to him.

"Rachel?!" Oliver looked confused. "What are you doing-? Oh my god! Katie!" he screamed.

"KATIE!?!" Rachel screamed seeing the one and only Katie Bell in bed with her man.

Oliver jumped out of the bed, holding the sheet firmly around his body, as Katie smirked and crawled up with the comforter.

"What is going on here Oliver?!" Rachel screamed coming for him. She saw the teddy bear, laying discarded on the floor and she picked it up, intent on ripping it to shreds, but she seemed unable to, her strength still drained from the journey.

"I get abducted by Jed to do his little Death Eater business and I come back to find you with a bed full of blonde whore!" Rachel exclaimed pulling at the promise ring on her finger.

"No! Rachel you don't understand! I thought she was you!" he screamed, feeling the ring hit him in the chest.

Rachel turned, tears clouding her vision and ran from the house, Oliver following her outside still wrapped in the sheets. She jumped into the car and locked the door, crying. Oliver came up to the side window and banged his fist on it, "Rachel! Open up! Please let me explain! I love you!" he said.

Rachel shook her head and turned on the car and violently pulled out, speeding down the street and away from Oliver. Making her journey back to Hogwarts, first heading to the airport with the rest of the money that Lauren had given her. She bought a plane ticket to London, to where she headed to the Leaky Cauldron for the night. The next morning she found her strength slightly returned and numbly Apparated to Hogsmeade, walking up the path to Hogwarts to find the biggest shock of her life.