Like all dramatic scenes, Allison walked off leaving Oliver speechless. She was right after all, He was completely clueless to everything he did, and his next move was always unpredictable. And in her mind, she had no room in her perfectly planed life for an unexpected turn.
"Allison." Oliver called after her.
"Just. Just no," she replied continuing to go back to the compartment.
"Allison!" Oliver called again, this time jogging to end up right behind her. "Kiss me."
"Have you lost your bloody marbles Wood?" She questioned as she turned to face him.
" No I haven't. I want you to kiss me Stapleton." Oliver said almost in a whisper as he inched closer to her.
He slid his hand through her right arm, which was currently placed on her hip, and rested his hand on her lower back. When Allison didn't react to his touch, Oliver pulled Allison into him, and leant down in an attempt to kiss her. Much to Oliver's surprise, Allison didn't punch him when he put his lips to hers. However the kiss only lasted for about 2 seconds, in which after Allison pushed Oliver away.
She took a reasonable amount of steps back and made an almost gasping shocked noise and put her hand to her lips.
"What? What's wrong?" Oliver asked looking sincere.
She remained silent and didn't respond.
"Allison…Allison." Oliver begged. "Allison. I…Well I love you Allison."
"Don't say that Wood. Don't be such a blithering imbecile. You know as well as I do that you don't mean that."
"Well, yes I do. I do mean it. I need you. I mean I want you." he responded sounding a little unsure that what was coming out of his mouth was 100 honesty.
"No you don't. You don't Wood. And if you do, well it's about time you start learning that you can't always get what you want." she stated taking little steps backwards until she was sick of looking at Oliver, so she turned and fast walked to the compartment.
When she finally reached the compartment she was slightly panting so she leaned on the compartment door to rest.
In seeing her blur of a body leaning against the glass, George purposely slid the door open forcing Allison to the floor of the compartment.
"You look so mystified Stapleton." Fred commented on Allison half-there look.
"That's not mystified." Katie came in the discussion, studying Allison's face.
"Katie, are you sure you even know what mystified means?" Fred said poking fun at her.
"Of course I know what mystified means. Like bewildered, confused. And I'm positive she's not mystified." she rebuked angrily.
"Well how are you so positive?" Fred challenged.
"When I took muggle studies as an attempt at an easy pass, we watched a muggle film one class. The film was titled "The Cowboy and The Blond" or something of that matter. It was a love story. And after 'the cowboy' kissed 'the blond' she had that same look on her face." Katie voiced proudly.
They all continued on to stare at Allison almost as to try and get the answers out of her. Like staring was going to make her spill her deepest darkest secrets, but it was actually making her quite uncomfortable.
"But she's…she's Allison Stapleton." George stated thinking out loud.
"What's that supposed to mean Weasley?" Allison said questioning his thinking.
"I mean your Allison Stapleton. The only things that have probably touched your lips are utensils and a book. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean your not attractive, because man oh man, but its impossible to get you to put your book down for two seconds." He replied almost oblivious to the words coming out of his mouth.
Allison sat there taking in what George had just said. Did everyone really she her like that, as a book attachment. Nothing more then the girl who they think will spend the rest of her life with her books.
"Right" Katie stated trying to steer attention from Allison hurt face." And I'm the one who doesn't know what she's saying?" everyone in the compartment, besides Allison, laughed.
Katie helped Allison off of the floor and sat her next to the window. Allison decided it was best if she just gaped out the window, and thought about what was next in her life that had just taken the wrong turn.
The compartment door slid open and everyone's attention was drawn towards the door to see who it was. When Allison turned her head to the door she was very disappointed about who she was staring at.
Mr. Oliver Wood. Smirking. Smirking that smirk that drove girls crazy. But the smirk drove Allison I different kind of crazy. She wanted to slap that smirk right off of his face as if to say 'What are you so smug about. Quit smirking or everyone is going to know'.
"Didn't we just see that look a few minutes ago?" It was too late. They knew.