"Allison, slow down a bit eh?" Oliver said slightly panting.
"Our star Quidditch player, our only hope for the cup, and he's tired after a little run." She said stopping to face him.
"You know if I wasn't so cute I might take offense to that," he smirked.
"I hate that stupid smirk Oliver Wood. Make it go away before I do" she threatened jokingly.
"And what's a little twig like you going to do huh Stapleton?" he questioned circling around her.
He stopped circling her and suddenly found himself extremely near to her, his face now stood inches away from hers. Looking down at her he quickly found himself breathing harder. He looked into her eyes and became confused with the scared look on her face. She was tense, almost as if holding her breath and she continued looking from the floor to his eyes, the floor back to his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't mean to scare you. I just…well I got caught up in the moment. Its just the excitement of the first night back, you know?"
Silence rang through the hall as Allison kept her gaze to the floor. Becoming uncomfortable Oliver stuck his hands in his pockets and attempted to blow it off with a smirk. "Right. So I should…well Fred and George, they'll be expecting me back to the Great Hall. To, you know, walk with them to the common room."
"Right," she said biting her lip, "well don't keep them waiting."
He began walking backwards staring at her and finally turned around to continue his journey to the Great Hall.
"It's a good thing he didn't kiss you," came a voice followed by a tremendously repulsive smile.
"And why is that Flint?" she said glaring at his figure appearing out of the dark.
"Merlin! I would have been forced to hex him, of course." He replied as if it was common sense.
"And if I wanted him to kiss me?" she said more of as a statement then a question.
"Ha," he chuckled and wrapped his arm around her waist," we both know that wouldn't have been the case. I mean, I saw your face, he saw your face, and you, well, you were making the face. You were disgusted."
She cringed at his touch and wiggled out of his grip. "I wasn't disgusted, I was just… well I was just…"
"You were just what Stapleton?" he questioned, then continued as if she hadn't said a thing,"Also we both know our hidden desires are for me and not for some coward of a Quidditch player."
"You disgust me Marcus Flint," she cringed.
"And you, I dear one. That's why we're perfect together."
"You don't understand, you disgust me in the way that every time I see your face I acquire the urge to heave all over the floor and I sit there and hope that you will vanish just as promptly as you had appeared," in her mind she admitted it was an inhuman and merciless way of describing her thoughts towards him but continued, "and for your information Flint, I did fancy Oliver would kiss me."
She chuckled at Flint awed appearance and strolled past him, in the course of the Great Hall. Something inside her seemed different, she was able to stick up for herself and not be the 'damsel in distress'.
The Great Hall's doors opened and not a person noticed, with the exception of Katie. She turned her head and saw Allison come into the Great Hall with a weird grin on her face.
Allison walked right up to the table and took a seat between Oliver and Fred.
Curiosity obviously got the better of the twins and they began their interrogation.
"So are we to come to the conclusion that you two are a couple on our own…"Fred chuckled.
"…Or are you going to tell us what happened out there." George ended nudging his head towards the Great Hall doors.
"Well," Katie started," judging by the redness of Allison's face, I imagine its official Mr. Weasley."
"Nothing happened." Oliver said flat out with a hint of anger in his voice. "Nothing ever will."
An awkward hush fell among the group, so they politely dropped the subject and went back to the plates in front of them. Shifting their food and lifting their goblets till it all disappeared.
"And he just left you standing there?" Katie questioned staring at the dresser that stood to the left of her bed.
Allison knew she should have possibly kept the incident to herself, but she couldn't help telling Katie. She had tossed and turned for about 30 minutes before Katie confronted her about what had custody of her mind. She figured that if she couldn't make sense of the story herself, someone else possibly will.
"Yes,"She paused," Katie?"
"Hm?" she mumbled, her head still trying to make sense of the story.
"Is it absurd that I really did want to kiss him, but I didn't?" Allison questioned rolling over and pulling the blanket over her shoulders.
"Do you want the honest truth?"
"I can take, tell me the truth."
"I think you're a complete loony." Katie replied closing her eyes and falling asleep.
"I thought so." Allison said not to anyone in particular. Unable to even process the thought of sleep Allison tossed the covers off her body and draped her legs off the side of the bed. Stepping off her bed she walked to her nightstand and picked a book and a magazine. Across the front of the hardcover read 'Potions: A Book for the Year Fours' and the magazine 'Quidditch Monthly: Strategies and Guaranteed Victories'. "I imagine I'll try to make wasteful time useful again." She whispered to herself opening the door of her room. The door creaked showing its age and fatigue and Allison quickly stepped out onto the winding staircase.
Every third step would groan and creak, she counted. Even if she attempted to walk as if on air the step would make a similar screech as the one before. Finally the Common Room came into view; Allison looked at the three-seater couch that had a crimson and gold blanket draped across and stood right in front of the fire and came to the conclusion that at that exact moment it would be more comfortable then ever. However her eyes were drawn away from the couch and to the one-seater arm chair when a voice said, "Why didn't you kiss him?"