Looking around her she saw the same scenario; however, everyone seemed much older. Confusing herself Allison started noticing details of the people around her.

Oliver was wearing a head boy badge, and his hair was longer then when she looked at him a minute ago.

Professor Snape, if it seems at all possible, had a face full of more worry lines and wrinkles.

The headmaster, as it seemed, was no where to be found.

But what confused Allison the most is when she looked down at her robes to study her appearance something on her hand glistened. Taking her hand out of her sleeve she studied it. sitting right on her engagement finger was a silver ring with one diamond right smack in the middle. Then Allison heard voices beginning raised and a scene establishing.

"Expelliarmus!" Snape yelled aiming blindly at what he thought to be the core of the circle, where an older Marcus was sitting. It was only after Professor Snape had spoken that Allison had remembered what had been going on.

However it was too late for Oliver.. Before he had an opportunity to completely process what was going on, the curse hit him. He fell to the floor screaming in excruciating pain.

The Great Hall was in total astonishment and alarm. Silence possessed the students, and all that could be heard was screaming. The person who possessed the source of the great pain stood with wickedness in his eyes and an able smile on his face.

Allison unsure of how to react gawked in disbelief just like everyone else. She stared at Oliver's face, seeing the unbearable and excruciating pain. Tears fell out of his eyes and pain out of his mouth. A sound came next that shocked the whole Great Hall, and frightened the occasional few.

"You promise her nothing! Emptiness! I have everything she needs."

"We…WE…Love each…Other!" Oliver managed to reply.

"You'll never know what love is. You understand love as a silly little crush. Fear is the heart of love, to have love one must have fear, and she fears me. You could never understand what she needs. Look at her. She doesn't even stop me, because she knows the consequence would be far too great," Marcus vocalized as he pointed at Allison, making it transparent that she was in fact the 'she'.

Oliver managed to gasp in reply," She'll…. Never…L-L-Love…yo."

His last word he was barely able to mumble audibly.

Allison, with tears streaming down her face fell to her knees. She opened her mouth to utter something, but the words were incapable of coming out. She stared at Oliver's Body to the floor, back and forth, begging him, in her mind, to show some form of life.

Marcus seeing her confused state of mind walked slowly towards her. He quietly stopped in front of her, put his index finger to her chin, and forced her to look up, away from Oliver. An audible sob came out of her mouth and she attempted to look away from Marcus, though unsuccessful. With one hand he kept her gaze meeting with his, and with the other helped himself ease down to his knees. Taking her hand in his he ripped the ring off her finger. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a velvet box, opened it, and took out a ring. The ring he was placing on her finger was, in comparison, much bigger then the one before. Without a doubt it was a newer ring and the diamonds were breath-taking. But something about the situation made her upset. Her sobbing made her feel weak and so she began to panic. However before she could do anything about her feeling Marcus had wrapped his hand around her head and forced her lips to his. Forced a kiss that was the exact opposite of what Allison wanted, it had felt nothing of romantic.

"Mr. Flint! You will straight away, and without delay go to the Headmaster's office where you will await a sufficient punishment for your actions!"

Nobody had the bravery to be the initial pupil to break the stillness so the silence practically rang in the Great Hall.

"Immediately!" McGonagall screamed when she hadn't sensed any movement from Marcus.

He quickly scrambled to get to his feet, with panic in his every movement. An immense fear of what was to come had begun to erect in him.

"Professor Snape am I wrong to entrust you to make sure Mr. Flint's trip to Dumbledore's office is complete?" McGonagall questioned.

The voices of the students had taken a while to return to normal, but after a while, it sounded as if nothing had happened. Oliver's faint whispering of 'Allison…' could be heard the entire time.

"Allison?" Oliver asked, waving his hand in front of her face, dropping down to his knees mimicking Allison's position.

"Please answer me," Oliver pleaded placing his hands on her shoulders and gently shaking her, "you're scaring me."

"Oliver did you shake her that hard? She's crying." Katie stated coming from behind.

A tear rolled down Allison's cheek and she blinked signifying her arrival back to reality. She blinked a few times more and finally gained as much poise as possible. Looking at Oliver with eyes filled with thanks her poise was shortly lived and she grabbed the back of his neck, leaned in towards him and kissed his lips. Regrets did not fill her head as she much expected, however, looking at Oliver, she saw pink had covered his cheeks.

Fred and George had just walked up when the kiss happened and were currently being hooked by their arms and dragged in the opposite direction. Katie who had the decency to give Oliver and Allison privacy had grabbed them before they could ask any questions of say anything sarcastic to ruin the scene.

Oliver, astonished, said nothing and didn't attempt to. Allison, on the other hand, felt the need to explain her actions.

"I… well I can't really… I don't really have any reason why I did that." She said staring at the ground.

Staring at her he chuckled, grinned his cocky little grin, and told her,"Allison I've known you're in love with me. You shouldn't deny it. It can't be healthy for you to keep such a big secret."

"Way to be humble Oliver Wood," she said standing up and sitting down at the table.

"But don't flatter yourself. I kissed you so it would confuse you and you'd finally admit to yourself that you're in love with me."

Following her he came behind her and whispered in her ear, "Is that the way you want it to be? Do you want me to be in love with you? Return the desires?"

Turning her head she glared at him. "The only feeling I have towards you is loathing, therefore the only feeling you'd be able to return would be hatred."

Changing his mood from playful to serious he sat on the bench next to her and faced her. With somewhat of worry in his voice he asked, "What happened back there? Before the kiss and you responding to reality? What was that strange dreamy look you had?"

"A day dream I imagine, a terrifying one. It just didn't feel like a dream. It felt, well real." She said furrowing her brow.

Staring at her with a concerned face, he eyes begged to understand what she had seen. He studied her face, as if it held the answer. Allison looked up and saw what he was doing, knowing completely his concerns, and told him, "It was nothing to worry about; you shouldn't give a second thought to it really. It was just my mind being silly." As if to ask 'Really?' he raised his eyebrows. In reply she gave him a smile, letting him know it was okay, and he returned the smile.

"Now what to do about this crush you have on me…"Allison said standing up and running to exit the Great Hall.

"Excuse me?" he called after her. But when she didn't stop to respond to him he stood up and ran after her.

"Was I the only one who saw that?" questioned George.

"It was the most romantic thing," Katie said sighing along with a few other girls who seemed to agree with her, "An unexpected kiss, a flirty quarrel, whispering in each others ear, and then running of together. It was so romantic, if only."

"Yes romantic?" Fred stated waving his hand in front of Katie's face, forcing her out of her trance.

Turning her head to him she play punched him and told the red-headed twins, "You wouldn't understand. It would take a miracle for guys like you to get it." Rolling her eyes she stood up and walked out of the Great Hall.

"And then there were two." Fred stated.

"What?" George questioned shrugging his shoulders.

"Forget it, boy genius."