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"Wh-where's Percy?" Was all I managed to stutter. He still hadn't lifted his hand from my shoulder, and had to bend slightly to be eye level with me. I realized that he was at least a head taller than Percy and I, who were the same height.

"He wanted to stay to talk to Dumbledore. I decided to come out see if you were alright." He still seemed worried, searching my eyes for clues. "He's, uh, he's really worried too though."

I'm sure he is.

"Oh. Well, thank you."

"It's fine. How are you though? You looked so upset. Are you ok? What happened?" he finally lifted his hand and straightened up, waiting for my answer.

I decided not to tell him the entire story, so just got directly to the point. "My so-called friends, were making fun of Percy." I said the last part quietly, afraid he would disapprove greatly of my choice of friends, then think that I was like them.

Instead, he just sighed and nodded. "Is that all?"

"Erm, Yes."

"Well, you shouldn't really worry too much about that. I mean, sure it's a horrible thing, and I don't mean to sound like it's nothing, but everyone makes fun of Percy in one way or another. He doesn't really open up to people, so all they see if the outside, and even you have to admit, it's not always very appealing even to us." Isn't that the truth. "But, in a way, it's almost good for Percy. Every time someone says something about him, it just pushes him to strive to be something better. He works harder and harder. He has something to prove. That he's the best, and nobody can beat him. So yes, in a way, the little ridicule here and there helps him."

He was right. He truly was. I looked into his eyes and smiled as he smiled back. He made me feel so much better. About everything. I always thought that it was quidditch 24/7 running through his mind, but obviously I was wrong. There was something deeper there, a kind of wisdom that Percy would never have. He was amazing and it shocked me.

A small tear fell from the corner of my eye, and he wiped it gently away. Then he placed both hands on my shoulders and bent down again so he was inches from my face.

"Ms. Clearwater, you truly are a good person for caring so much." No I'm not. If only he knew the thoughts that ran through my mind about him and not about Percy.

We stood there looking at each other. Me, with a longing from somewhere deep inside me, and him, with pure sincerity. Finally, I pressed my body against his and embraced him in a hug. It was all I could do to get away from those penetrating eyes.

My body fit perfectly against his. It was as if every curve on both our bodies were made for each other. My head rested against his chest and I held him as he held me back with his firm strong arms. His cheek rested on the top of my head, and our breathing became one. It was purely a hug of friendship, to say thank you, but I longed for it to be more.

All I could do was whisper softly, "Thank you, Oliver."

His response wasn't in words, but he rocked me ever so gently. I never wanted to let go. Unfortunately, he was the first to pull back.

I looked away momentarily, but he cupped my chin with his thumb and forefinger to have me look at him again. He smiled when I did, and reached into his robes. Curious, my head tilted to the side until he pulled out a silk handkerchief. It was red with gold trimmings. He unwrapped it to reveal two large muffins.

"I grabbed them before I left. I saw you hadn't finished, so I figured you'd still be hungry." He explained.

"Thanks. You were right." I felt my stomach growl, but I definitely didn't want to go back into the Great Hall.

"Come, let's not eat in the corridor. I know a place great for a quick meal. We can talk. Get to know each other better. I know Percy would like that." Percy! Oh Merlin, I truly am a horrible girlfriend! I forgot all about Percy.

Oliver grabbed my hand and led me to the front doors. He let go momentarily to open them, then grabbed my hand again to lead me out.

The sky was a dark blue, dotted with stars that illuminated the sky and a half moon just above the quidditch pitch. "I guess we shouldn't be going outside at night, but I assume as Head Girl, you'll give us both permission?" He smiled and I laughed as he held my hand and led me along one of the pathways. He swung my hand gently, holding the muffins in his other hand. We walked silently for a while, both just enjoying the air and the stars.

Finally, after a few minutes, I realized where we were. We were approaching the quidditch pitch, and even at night I could see Oliver's face light up. I assumed that he had missed it over the summer. No matter how much more depth I had learned in this short time about Oliver Wood, I still knew that he had a burning passion for quidditch.

"How appropriate. The quidditch pitch." I smiled at him and he looked down at me, his happiness shining from his face.

"I hope you don't mind. I know the best seats where we can watch the stars." He looked away for a minute then looked back at me. "Same old Oliver Wood I guess, huh?" he looked almost embarrassed.

"No, this is a very different Oliver Wood, and I must say, I think I like the idea of getting to know this one." I smiled at him and touched his arm with the hand he wasn't holding. He smiled back, and seemed to relax.

He led me to the seats he had talked about. To my surprise, they weren't as high up as I had though and they weren't at one of the arches. They were right in the middle, towards the side, where we had a great view of the lake, the castle, the grounds, and of course, the sky. I imagined him throughout all his year, just sneaking out to the pitch at night and walking around it.

We sat down side by side, and surprisingly close. We both looked a little nervous at our closeness, but neither moved away. He handed me a muffin along with the handkerchief., and pulled out two shrunken cups and a shrunken bottle of pumpkin juice. He took out his wand, muttered a spell, and they were returned to normal size. Placing them both on the bench in front of us, he poured the pumpkin juice into the goblets, toasted his muffin to me, and pulled off a piece, popping it into his mouth.

I did the same, and watched him for a minute. He concentrated on his muffin, but nervously glanced at me, realizing I was watching him. When he did, I looked up at the stars. It really was the best view I had even seen on the pitch.

"Wow Oliver, you weren't joking about the view."

"Yeah I know. I found this seat in my fourth year. It may sound weird, but I would sit in a different spot every night and just lay back and watch." His voice sounded misty as he reminisced over his past years.

"For you, it doesn't sound weird at all." I nudged him with my shoulder a bit and we laughed.

There was a cool breeze that gently blew his hair out of his face, and I admired his features in the moonlight. He was without a doubt the most magnificently beautiful person I have ever seen.

I picked at my muffin. Being with him, I suddenly wasn't as hungry, and only broke off small pieces.

"So Oliver, tell me more about your summer. There must be more than just quidditch games with your father and flying. Don't take this the wrong way, but it looks like the summer did you good." I didn't mean to sound forward, but we were so close at the moment, and I really did want to know.

"Well, there were of course the summer romances." My heart dropped. That was not what I wanted to hear. "But of course, each lasted about 2 hours until I realized she had nothing to talk about and was only after one thing." My eyebrows raised as I looked at him. "Which you can be assured, I did not give a single one of them." That's a relief. "Then there was being with Percy, which wasn't a lot of the time, since he was busy preparing for Head, and spending time with you, and of course his usual studying. I told you about the quidditch matches with father, and of course I practiced my own quidditch playing. But really, most of the time I would just sit or fly around and think. It's our last year, and I thought about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. There's always quidditch of course. I love it, it's my passion, and there will be plenty of offers for the Captain of the Gryffindor Team, but to tell you the truth, I don't know if that's what I want to do with my life. I don't really know what I want. I love music. Writing songs, singing, and playing. But, I don't know if I would be able to make it in that world either. Well, enough about the tragic teenage angst, tell me about your summer."

I had no idea that Oliver went so deep. I would have thought that he would go with quidditch no matter what happened. I liked how he was so open with me, because I was sure he didn't share these feelings with anyone. "Well, my parents threw tons of parties, bringing Percy to every single one, to show off their daughter's genius boyfriend. I couldn't stand it. I hate how I'm some trophy for them. The only reason they approve of Percy is because of his academics. There was being with Percy, but like you said, he's always so worried about his studies and preparing for being Head, which I didn't understand, because I didn't have to do anything to prepare for it. I could see him standing in front of a mirror with his badge and robes, standing tall practicing his tone of voice and how he was going to talk down to all the students who misbehaved or challenged his authority. That was it really. The rest of the time, I guess I just spent reading and think like you." While I was talking, we had slowly inched closer to each other till we were merely inches apart.

"So, Mr. Oliver Wood, you said that you wrote songs and music. Sing me something." I barely whispered as we looked into each others eyes.

He started to sing a slow melodic song that played at my heart strings. His voice was smooth and something I had not expected. It made me weak and fall for him even more.

"He has a good grip on your heart.

As I barely touch your shirt.

The closer he gets to you

The further we move apart.

It's like a curtain has fallen

Blocking out the sound of me calling your name.

He stands between us

And I don't want to play his trust.

I know that I can just leave.

Turn my back and shut the door.

But my heart cannot dismiss

After that first...

Kiss..."

He trailed off and spoke the word 'kiss' in a short breath and our lips we just seconds from touching. His thumb and forefinger cupped my chin, and I was all too willing to let our lips meet. Suddenly we were swept in a freezing breeze that chilled my bones and made my spine go rigid. Shivers were sent through my body as Oliver pulled sharply away jerking his head in every direction looking around.

Instinctively his arms wrapped around me as he asked, "Does it suddenly feel cold to you?"

"Y-yes." I stuttered, shocked at his embraced, but still fearful of the sudden coldness.

"Oh no..." He trailed off and looked my fearfully straight in the eyes. We froze in that position with our lips gaped and horrified expressions.

"Dementors." I finished his thought.

"Come on! We have to get out of here NOW!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, knocking over the goblets and bottle of pumpkin juice. We dashed down the stairs to the ground and fled the quidditch pitch. Running down the pathway to the castle as fast as we could, he still hadn't let go of my hand. I made the mistake of looking back and seeing at least 30 black figures racing towards us through the air. I stumbled on a rock and almost went plummeting to the ground, but Oliver caught me and swept me off my feet. He held me against his body tightly as he ran and I griped his neck with both hands. I buried my face into his shoulder, but kept my eyes uncovered to stare at the advancing figures.

Oliver held me with ease as if I was as light as air, and dashed up the steps to the front entrance. Opening the door, he jumped inside and slammed it shut behind him.

"They won't dare follow us into the castle. We're ok now." He breathed heavily and leaned against the door after he put me down. He shut his eyes and let his head fall for a split second before his head snapped up again and his attention went directly to me. "Are you ok? Did you get hurt? Do you feel alright? I can take you to Madam Pomfrey if you'd like."

"No, no I'm fine. Thank you though. You were wonderful. I would have surely fallen hard and we both would have been caught by them if you hadn't grabbed me. Thank you." He smiled bashfully, yet still proud, until we both remembered what was about to happen before. We both looked away embarrassed and not quiet sure what to do next.

I really am I terrible girlfriend. How could I have done that to Percy? Well, technically I didn't actually do anything...but NO, that didn't matter. Technicalities don't count. I definitely would have done it...and if the time came again, I probably would do it again. Oh MERLIN! I AM a terrible girlfriend. How can I say I truly love Percy if I was about to do that with his best friend?

I wondered what Oliver was thinking, and when I looked at him, he looked just as troubled and disturbed as I was. I felt absolutely horrible now.

"Maybe I should walk you back to your room." He said, and started to walk ahead as I nodded in silent agreement.

Dinner had already let out, and the halls were empty, so there was nothing but the sound of our own footsteps to keep us company. Thoughts raced through my mind, all terrible of course.

What if Percy found out? Can I really remain his girlfriend after what I almost did? Would I ever be able to look him in the eye again? But most importantly, the question that kept coming back no matter how many times I pushed it away: Does Oliver feel the same way about me that I feel about him?

Although I wasn't sure exactly what it was I felt for Oliver, I knew it was something much different than what I felt for Percy. I had always assumed that my feelings for Percy were love, but how could I be so sure, since I had never been in love before?

"Well, erm, have a good night." Oliver bit his lip and looked worried. It was the least at ease I had seen him. I couldn't really blame him at all though.

"Yes, you too then. Good-night." He nodded and started to walk away, but stopped and stood in his spot with his back turned to me for a minute. He took a deep breath, and turned his head to the side to look at me. He started looking at the floor, then slowly raised his eyes to meet mine. We stood like that for a minute, then he turned , and walked at a quickened pace down the corridor. My eyes stayed with him till he rounded the corner.

Entering the common room, I pressed my back to the portrait after it closed. I put my hands into my robes and felt something smooth against it. Pulling out Oliver's handkerchief, I rubbed the smooth red silk and gold trimmings in between my fingers. In the corner, it had a small embroidered O in gold thread.

I decided that I should probably try to forget tonight as much as possible. It was the only way to go one with life as normal. I would tell Oliver that too in the morning. I'm sure that that's what he would want, and everything would go back to normal. We would just be friends, and I would still be with Percy.

But I soon realized my plan wasn't going to work, because as I tried to forget, I held the silk to my chest and sighed heavily, realizing that I had just experienced the most romantic night of my life.