I don't own any of the Harry Potter world! Name came from a fun quiz I played, as well as Ferin's personality and appearance. Thought it was a good adaption for such a character. Enjoy my lovelies!

It was getting late after practice, and Angelina was calling me into the locker room to change for dinner. I landed my broom and climbed off, staring at the fiery sunset sky.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" asked a male voice behind me. I turned to see Oliver standing next to me, broom over his shoulders. I blushed in the darkening light and tucked a loose lock of hair behind my ear and smiled.

"Yeah, it really is," I replied. "Good practice today," I added quickly, changing the subject. "Really keeping the team on their toes."

Oliver looked a little surprised at this but shook his head and smiled. "Thanks. I try. You were great. Tactics are spot on. Were you practicing over the summer?" he asked.

I nodded. "My brother played when he was here. He played for Ravenclaw. But he shaped me up," I explained. Oliver nodded and stared at the sky again.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, looking at him.

"Nothing. You should go get changed," Oliver said, motioning to the locker room. I nodded and walked towards the locker room, Quidditch robes over my shoulder. I could feel his gaze on me as I walked away, but that didn't matter. I knew he didn't like me as much as I liked him, but that was alright.

"Did you tell him?" Katie said, ambushing me. Angelina sat there half changed, looking at me with expectancy.

"No. I got scared. And plus, I know for sure he doesn't like me," I replied.

Katie looked ready to smack me upside the head. "If he doesn't like you, he's out of his mind. Almost every guy in our year likes you in some way! Ferin, you're gorgeous!" she yelled.

"Katie, keep your voice down!" I yelled back laughing as I pulled off my clothes and donned a robe in order to pull off my undergarments. I tied my hair up and walked to my locker to grab my soap and headed to the shower, a lump of clean clothes in my arms.

"See you at dinner!" Angelina called as they walked out of the locker room. I smiled and called my goodbyes and turned the hot water on. Once the room was filled with steam, I pulled back the linen shower curtain and removed my robe, hanging it on a hook.

The hot water worked its way into my tense muscles and over my tight skin. I closed my eyes and a favorite song of mine started running through my head.

"And I'll be the first to say I'm sorry, the first to say I'm stupid, why do I always take it there?" The song ran through my head as I belted it, on key and perfect pitch through the shower room. I scrubbed the dirt and sweat from my light skin, and freckles sprinkled over my shoulders. I pulled my hair down from its bun and let the water rinse through and clean out the dirt and oils.

At dinner that night, I sat with Angelina and Katie and the twins, who were fumbling over each other to make me smile. I couldn't help myself but laugh. their efforts were impressive, just not enough to make me fall for them.

I still kept my meeting in mind, and kept checking my watch. Dinner was going to end soon. So soon. Two more minutes. One minute. Thirty seconds.

"Now that you all have had your fill, to bed with you all! Good night!" Professor Dumbledore said, his powerful, warm voice echoing around the hall. There was a simultaneous movement through the student body as everyone filed out of the Great Hall.

I squeezed out of the hall with Katie and Angelina as we walked up to the Gryffindor common room.

"Ferin!" I heard behind me. The three of us all turned to see Oliver running to catch up to us. I smiled and the girls touched my shoulders and walked away.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked as we walked in the opposite direction. I managed to keep my feelings under control when I was with him. It wasn't any use getting all worked up in his presence, that would just freak him out.

"Nothing, just wanted to talk to you. I'm going to miss playing on the team with you after this year," he said, smiling.

"I'll miss it too, Oliver. I really hope you get your dream of playing on a professional team," I replied. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked, and I smiled. I knew it was just a sign of teammate affection, but I didn't care.

The next morning, after I had showered properly and gotten ready, I was being gaped at my every male student, including the ones from Slytherin. I knew I was beautiful, but I never knew I was that beautiful. From the Gryffindor table, Katie, Alicia and Angelina called me over and I happily bounded over to them.

"Morning, foxy," Alicia teased. Because my last name was Fox, I was constantly teased by Alicia for it. But this tease was always a play on my appearance.

"Ready for the game today?" Katie asked us collectively. Alicia, Angelina and I looked at each other then at Katie and nodded.

"Good. Because I'm not," she laughed, which caused us all to laugh along. Oliver came over to us and we all looked up.

"Can I pretty please steal Ferin away from you girls for just a minute?" he asked, a smirk creeping over his gorgeous face. My friends looked at me and started giggling and Alicia pushed me up to stand. Oliver grabbed my hand lightly and I turned to face the girls who were laughing and whispering and smiling.

"I hate all of you!" I laughed just before I was lead away by Oliver. I could feel the glare of every male student in the Great Hall aimed at Oliver. But he was the only one I ever wanted and will ever want. I hurried to catch up with him and walked out of the hall with him. We walked out onto the lawn and and let go of my hand.

"Nervous?" he asked, smiling. I shrugged.

"Depends on how nervous you are. Because I've played so many games, I don't get nervous anymore. I mean, when a bludger tries to whack me in the head, then yeah, I'm nervous. But that'd qualify for being scared more than being nervous. But I mean-" I rambled, but Oliver cut me off. He pressed his index finger to my lips and smiled.

"You talk way too much some times, did you know that?" he asked, smiling.