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Disclaimer: I grow rather tired of stating that I don't own Harry Potter.

Hand-in-hand Taylor and I stepped into Professor Dumbledore's office. When we faced him in front of his desk I was surprised to see a smile on his face.

"I must say that was a rather enjoyable. That was the most fun I've had at breakfast in years," our headmaster smiled.

"You're not going to yell at us?" I asked finally finding my voice.

"No Ms. Finnigan I am not going to yell at the two of you," gently stated our headmaster.

I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I then looked up to see Taylor smiling down at me. He gently touched my shoulder with his, and my face immediately flushed. I mean what do you expect my boyfriend was getting all romantic in front of the headmaster.

"Though if it's not too much to ask I am curious about how this whole thing started.

Taylor and I took turns explaining what happened. The more we old the more Professor Dumbledore smiled. When our tale was over he clapped his hands together and gave a small chuckle.

"Ah to be young and full of spirit," said Dumbledore.

"Come off it Professor. Stop making yourself seem like an old fart," I said repeating what I had been thinking. Immediately I put my hand over my mouth. "I'm sorry Professor that was rather rude of me," I apologized.

"Not at all my dear," waved off Dumbledore. "You seem to be coming out of your shell, better late then never am I not right," Professor Dumbledore said winking at me. "Unfortunately some sort of retribution for your actins must occur," seriously said Dumbledore.

I waited for what he would say. Taylor looked as if he could face the world. Boy did the sorting hat switch our houses I thought.

"How about this you can either lose twenty points each or clean the Great Hall with no magic," suggested Dumbledore.

"Points"

"Cleaning"

"Taylor you'd rather clean?" I asked shocked.

"No, but I thought it would allow us to spend more time together," my boyfriend confessed.

"I have to go to the practice though," I reminded. "I don't want it to seem as if I'm already flaking out"

"Just say that you had detention. I'm sure Wood will believe that," pointed at T Taylor.

"Yes, but I don't want to clean," I confessed. "Besides we can find something else for us to do together," I pointed.

Taylor was silent for a bit. I thought he was upset with me, or that he was thinking about calling it quits. Instead he looked at me and asked if he could choose what we do. I was so relived that I immediately agreed.

"All right then twenty points from Gryffindor and twenty points from Ravenclaw," said Dumbledore. He then wrote us passes and dismissed us.

"I was wondering where the two of you were, but then I remembered that Professor Dumbledore wanted to see you two," Professor Babbling said when we entered class.

"We have a pass sir," Taylor said digging in his pocket.

"Don't worry about it; I'm sure you do have a pass. Just take your seats and follow with us. If you want me to go over what you miss you can see me at lunch," smiled Babbling.

"Wow I guess there are perks to being a top student," I whispered taking my book out once at my desk. I went to sit down, but immediately shot up with a yelp.

"Is there anything wrong deary?" asked Babbling. I didn't want to cause trouble since I was all ready late so I made up some excuse. Professor bought it, and continued on with the lesson.

"What the hell were you trying to accomplish?" I angrily whispered to Taylor. You might be wondering what he did to make me so upset. He had his hand resting in my seat, so when I sat down he gave my bum a great squeeze.

"We're even now," was all Taylor said.

"Even now?" I asked not following.

"You said I could choose what we do. So I just coped a feel, and let me just say it feels better that I imagined," cheekily explained Taylor.

I had never been touched like that before, so I didn't know how I should be feeling. I was certain of one thing though; something didn't settle right inside of me. Maybe it was the fact that Taylor did it in class, or maybe it was the fact that he didn't give me any

warning before hand. Whatever the reason may be I intended to investigate this new feeling.

It was almost seven, which meant it was almost time for my first Gryffindor practice. Currently I was in the back of the library doing some homework with Taylor. It was a miracle that we were working so diligently. I swear after the incident in Ancient Runes Taylor's hands never strayed too far from me whenever we were together. For example we had just spent the last fifteen minutes snogging between the shelves of books long forgotten. Taylor had called this action a break from our studies.

"I should go; it's almost seven," I said breaking the silence.

"You have twelve minutes before it's seven," answered Taylor looking from his essay to his watch to back at his essay again.

"Yes, but if I leave at seven I will be late. It takes at least ten minutes to get down there with a brisk walk," I pointed out.

"Fine," sighed Taylor as he ran a hand through his hair." Do I at least get a kiss?" he asked.

I packed my things up then went to give him a quick peck. That didn't work too smoothly though. As I pulled away from the kiss Taylor wrapped his arms around my waist, and brought me back to him. He scooted his seat back some then pulled me to his lap before tightening his grip around me. My head was reeling from how intense this kiss was. It was like nothing we have ever done before. I was so focused on my thoughts that I hadn't realized that his tongue was in my mouth until I felt it nudging mine in an attempt to get it moving. I ran my tongue around his making him groan softly. I then felt a lump in his pants. I gasped in surprise breaking our snog.

"What's wrong?" asked Taylor. I noticed that his voice was a bit haggard, and that his eyes were darker than they usually are.

I didn't know what to say. The gaze that he had on me was so intense that it made goose bumps form on my skin. I tried to stand, but Taylor's arms were still securely around my waist. This caused me to land back on his lap with a soft thump. With the shifting position I could really feel his bulge.

Taylor's head went back slightly at the contact. He then looked at me again with that strong gaze of his. I then realized what was causing his eyes to darken. The answer was lust.

"I really need to leave, so please let me go," I pleaded to Taylor. I needed to get out of that place to clear my head. Without a word he unwrapped his arms from my waist, and allowed me to get up. I immediately grabbed by bag; leaving Taylor with a brisk walk.

As soon as I was out of the library I ran down the halls. I ignored everything: teachers' telling me to stop my running, curious stares of students, and even my friends asking what was wrong. I didn't stop running until I was at the pitch.

"Now that Ms. Finnigan is here we can start," Oliver said giving me a quick glance. "How bout you speak for a moment," Oliver said smirking.

I went to the front of the group still trying to catch my breath. "Hi I'm Natalie Finnigan. McGonagall has asked me to be your team's strategist. I'll be working with your captain trying to come up with game plays. I'll also be at every game taking notes on the other teams as well as our," I said winded.

"What did you do run from the Great Hall to here?" laughed Oliver.

"Actually I ran from the back of the library to here if you must know Wood," I said scratchily.

Oliver's face flashed a certain emotion. Was it hurt? What ever it was it didn't stay there long and soon he was back to normal.

After Oliver pointed out all the members of the team they went into the air to do some drills. They were up there for about twenty minutes before Oliver came back to the ground next to me. I was taking notes on the team with a pen on a spiral notebook the best I could. Unfortunately my mind kept going back to the library, and how Taylor had been acting all day.

"Great, you're all ready working," started Oliver. I nodded in response. "Listen is everything okay,"

I looked up at this. His voice sounded concerned, worried. I thought for all of three seconds before saying that I was.

"I don't buy it," Oliver quickly said. "It's not normal to run from the library all the way down to the pitch," he pointed out.

"I didn't want to be late," I said trying to sound natural.

"We both know you wouldn't have minded that much," stated Oliver. "You also looked pale when you got here, as if something shocking had just happened," he pointed out.

I had no idea how Oliver picked up on all these. I was a bit miffed that he wouldn't drop the subject. There was no way that I was going to tell him what just happened. Then again that might get him off my back. Let's be honest what bloke wants to hear you talk about your boyfriend.

"You wanna know the truth?" I asked. He nodded his head. I told him everything from Professor Babbling's class until I got to the pitch. The more I told the more Oliver's color depleted, until he looked ghastly. I faintly wondered if I looked that pale when I first got to the pitch.

"I see," Oliver said once I was finished with the story. "He has no right to touch you like that," said Oliver. "And from what you've told me you don't feel comfortable with it."

"I'm sure it's just a phase of our relationship," I said quickly. "I'll get used to it eventually," I said.

It looked as if Oliver wanted to hit something. "Are you daft? He shouldn't be doing those things if you're not comfortable with them," shouted Oliver. The team stopped what they were doing above and looked at us.

"Listen Wood, it's none of your concern," I said back flippantly. I was aware that my voice was starting to rise.

"I'm trying to help you out. I bet he just wants to lay you. I would bet one hundred galleons that once he gets that he'll dump you in a week. I bet that-"I silenced him with a blow to his nose with by fist.

"FUCK YOU WOOD!" I yelled. It was the loudest my voice had ever been, and it made my throat a bit sore. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU WOULD SAY THOSE THINGS! I'M DONE WITH THIS STUPID SHIT; I'M GOING TO THE CASTLE!" I said even louder than the last time. It was silent too silent. It wasn't until I felt an arm on my shoulder that I realized the team was back on the ground, and that I was shaking.

"Hey there's no need to shake," someone said. I looked behind me to see the Weasley twins. "You sure do have some lungs," one of them said. "By the looks of it she also has a hell of a punch," the other stated looking at Wood.

I looked to and gasped. Oliver's nose was gushing blood. I looked away and began to shake even more.

"I can fix your nose," I said to Oliver. Without an answer I pulled my wand out and said episkey, followed by tergeo. Oliver gingerly touched his nose testing out my work.

I turned on my heels and ran from the pitch greatly needing Maria so I could tell her everything. I needed a shoulder to cry on.

As soon as I went inside the common I found Maria talking to the others. I didn't care how rude it may have seemed. I grabbed my best friend and dragged her to a bathroom.

"What the hell is your problem?" asked Maria.

I kept my head down, but slowly brought it to her. Maria softened in an instant.

"Nat what happened?" she asked in a soothing voice.

I began bawling on her. I sobbed and sobbed; all the while Maria rubbed my back, and gently shushed me. When I was finally able to stop crying I got off of her.

"Does this have something to do with Taylor?" asked Maria. I nodded my head. "Did you to have a fight or break up?" she asked. I shook my head. She sighed then said," Tell me when you can then."

We spent the next five minutes in silence before I told her the story. She already knew about Taylor getting touchy. So I told her from the library to the pitch.

"I hate to tell you this but Oliver has a point," hesitantly said Maria. "Not on the sex part though," she threw in when I looked at her. "Don't try to force yourself to do something if you're not ready for it yet, cause in the end it'll only lead to problems on your part," she sagely told me.

"I feel awful about breaking his nose," I blubbered.

"Not only do you need to apologize to Oliver, but also to the team for interrupting their practice," sternly said Maria.

"All right," I agreed. I looked at myself in the mirror then laughed. "I look like shit," I said I a rough voice.

"Come on let nurse Maria get you better," joked Maria as she headed towards the door.

I was still wiping tears fro my vision when Maria took in a sharp breath. I looked to see Oliver right in front of us.

"I'm sorry!" I blurted out trying to look straight at Oliver. He looked at me then kept walking without a word, just a hard look on his face. I lost it then. I fell to my knees and sobbed, hoping he heard me. So maybe, just maybe he would know how sorry I truly was.