Chapter 3
Portrait door swings open. Reminds me of that muggle TV show "Moment of Truth".
In comes Oliver. There is steam coming out of his ears. For a second my resolve weakens, but I must remain strong.
I had covered myself with a blanket to surprise him. He stomps over to me, and growls, "You missed practice."
In one fluid movement, I throw my blanket off and stand up. He looks surprised. His mouth is opening and closing. And opening. And closing.
Ha! I've distracted Oliver enough to make him forget about Quidditch.
He's checking me out...huh. Time to work a little magic. (I totally caught the double meaning, this time it's not literal :D)
I saunter over to him, swinging my hips a little. I reach him, stare up at his face, and lick my lips seductively. He gulps. I circle him, appraising him like I did before Potions but this time I was acting coy, minx-like.
Sexy.
I faced him, yanked his tie down to my face like I did this morning, and whisper in a breathy voice,
"What about that punishment, Oliver?"
Sometime during this exchange I notice Ange, Licia, Fred, and George watching this with their mouths wide open. I winked at them and turned back to Oliver.
I sort of twist him around and push him back onto the seat, and then he's looking up at me, grinning like a fool on Christmas morning.
Fred and George immediately catch on to what I'm doing, and they tell Ange and Licia.
"You go girl!" Angelina yelled. Alicia still was speechless that I had been able to distract Oliver from Quidditch. Oh, and why I had dressed for a hot day at the beach when it was November.
I stare into his soft brown eyes, wow, I never noticed that before. He has a strong jawline. I straddle him on the couch and trace said jawline with my fingers. I see Oliver look at me, like he's never seen me before. His smile is warm, caring, excited.
He reaches a hand over me to pull me closer so he can probably snog my brains out, but ha! I'm done teasing him for today. I stand up, say "no more punishments, Oliver," and walk to my room coolly.
Everyone in the common room stares after me in shock.
You didn't think little ole innocent me had it in me, did you?
In the common room, after I had completely showered and was lying in bed waiting for Ange and Licia to come up, I thought about Oliver's big, brown, soulful eyes, and his caring smile. Not to mention those abs!
At that moment, I was giggling to myself, thinking about his 6-pack, when Angelina and Alicia had to come up and ruin my fantasy. They opened the door and immediately rushed to the side of my bed. "Okay, spill. Now."
"Well..." I said, dawdling a bit. I still have to think about what to say to them. "Erm...well, I was eating dinner...and it was very good. Treacle tart and kidney pie! What a meal!"
I stalled, knowing full well that that meal would probably be my last if I didn't tell what was going on.
"And then dinner ended." Alicia seemed entranced by the story. Haha, she was so blonde.
Angelina didn't seem convinced, though. "Go on,"she prodded.
"And then, um, I went upstairs to think, and um, ." I said in a rush. Better let it all out now.
"That still doesn't explain why you were seducing Oliver." Ange pointed out.
"Well...um, I thought that the only way to find out if Oliver fancied me was to tease him and see his reaction."
Well, that sure got a reaction out of him. And he let you off practice too."
"Yep," I said, smirking smugly.
Alicia gasped. "I got an idea, guys," she said excitedly, "those secret admirer letters are still coming right? Well, let's just flaunt them in his face and see what happens."
"Good idea, but..." I said.
"But? No buts! This is the best freaking idea I've had since I decided to shave my nether regions!"
We (me and Ange) stared at her in shock. Then we both turned away and said, "Too much information, Alicia."
After that interesting tidbit of information, we all went to bed, knowing too much things than the night before.
What we didn't know was that Oliver was still downstairs. Plotting with The Terrible Twins.
Heaven knows that's not a good thing.