A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I don't own H.P. =(

Chapter 6: The fight

Cynthia couldn't help but sneak quick glances at Roger for the rest of Astronomy. She didn't think it was possible for someone else to like her. Especially since Oliver treated her like she was plague victim, not to be touched or talk to. Everyone around Hogwarts probably knew that they were fighting. This was the reason why Roger had asked her out, and asks to her to the dance. She couldn't help but smile to that fact, he ask her. When class was finished, Roger had walk up to Cynthia.

"Do you mind if I walk you back to your tower?" Roger asks.

"Um, no I don't mind" Cynthia couldn't help but blush.

Roger took the books from Cynthia's hands and held them for her as they walk to the Gryffindor tower. On the way they talked about Quidditch, and how their seventh year was going. Then they stopped at the Fat Lady Portrait, Roget continue to hold onto Cynthia's book.

"Listen after my game against Slytherin, I was thinking maybe we should go to Hogsmeade" Roger suggested.

"Okay that sounds fine" Cynthia smiled.

Roger then gave Cynthia back her books, and smile some more. "Um, you will be cheering for me right?"

"Of course I will. Why would I want to cheer for Slytherin? Blah!" Cynthia made a face like she was disgusted. Roger laughed at the face Cynthia made. "Besides what kind of a girlfriend would I be, if I didn't cheer for you?"

Roger then lean in and kissed Cynthia on the cheek causing her to blush badly. "Good night, I will see you in the morning for breakfast," Roger said. "Night," Cynthia said, watching Roger walk away.

"Slippery soap" Cynthia whispered to the Fat Lady, and she swing open. Cynthia walks through the hole in the wall, only to see Oliver sitting on her favorite couch. He didn't look as happy as she had just been.

"Roger Davies!" he immediately screamed at her.

Cynthia felt attacked, and didn't know what to do so she whispers, "Yes."

"Roger Davies captain of the Ravenclaw, seriously?" Oliver was now standing between her and the stairs.

"Yes, Oliver, he asked me out" Cynthia said.

Oliver looks at her, and did a double take. "What?!"

Cynthia then realized that he didn't know that they were now dating. He only knew that they were going to the dance together. Crap! "Listen Oliver, you have no reason to be angry with me" Cynthia started to said.

"Are you kidding me?" Oliver asks her.

"Kidding you, no I am not. You have been avoiding me like I have the plague Oliver. You won't speak to me anymore. You won't look at me, and you can't stand to be in the same room as me. And I can date whoever I want to" Cynthia started to get defensive.

"I've only been avoiding you because Brittany and Erica told me that you love me" Oliver said. That is when Oliver realized he shouldn't have told her about that.

"They told you what?" Cynthia stood there sighing.

"They told me that you love me" Oliver repeated again.

Cynthia just looks away and chuckled to herself. "Well isn't that great! I am so glad I thought I could trust my best friends." Oliver looks at her, while she tried to think of something else to say. "Well it doesn't matter Oliver, it doesn't matter that you know I love you. It's not going to change that fact I heard you and Scott in the hallway about me. I'm always going to just be your best friend. So it shouldn't matter to you who I date."

Oliver stood there, looking defeated. How did she even know about what him and Scott talk about? "How did you know?" Oliver took a chance and asked her.

"One of the nights the girl's bathroom was broken, so I went to yours. And when the door…" "Was lock. You were in there?" "Yes Oliver I was there. I heard you. So you aren't even going to the dance, why does it matter to you?"

"Because…" Oliver started then stops.

"What Oliver? Are you now going to tell me that you love me, because it's late" Cynthia said, she was still very angry at him.

"Cynthia…"

"What Oliver?" Then there was only silence between them. So Cynthia didn't want to hear it, so she went to walk away from him. But he grabbed her wrist and she stop.

"Please don't leave angry" Oliver begged her.

"What do you want me to do? How do you think you are going to be able to calm me down? You attacked me first." Cynthia told him. She slowly looks at his face.

"Please…" Oliver said, licking his lips. Cynthia took a deep breath, and looks right in his light brown eyes. "You are right, even though it is too late, I love you Cynthia. I have always loved you, and now it's too late."

She wanted to melt right there, melt right in his arms. He touches her chin again, like he did two weeks ago. Instead of kissing her again on the lips like Cynthia had hoped, Oliver kissed her on the cheek.

"Cynthia please I hope you will be happy with him. I only wish that I made my move sooner," Oliver said, letting go of her wrist.

"Oliver…I don't want you to be angry with me. Please you are my closest friend," Cynthia said, she was searching for him to give her a slight hope.

"I don't think we can be friends anymore." Oliver said. He quickly glances at her, and saw that there were tears in her eyes.

"Why?" Cynthia asks him.

"Because I can't and won't compete against Roger for you. And if I can't…" Oliver said.

"Oliver you are not being fair," Cynthia said. Cynthia tried to get a look in his light brown eyes. But he wouldn't look at her anymore. "Fine Oliver is that way. I can't believe you are going to not be my friend of Roger, but whatever." Cynthia then walked away from Oliver and went upstairs. Oliver looks at the embers dying in the fire. He then kicks the couch and walk up the stairs.