I didn't know what to do when I saw him standing there. I wanted to go back upstairs and crawl under my blankets and disappear forever. I wanted to run out of the common room so fast he wouldn't catch me in time. But none of those happened. Instead I felt my legs carrying me right over to Oliver. And I couldn't stop them.

"Hey, Ferin, what's up?" Oliver asked. My throat went dry. I croaked a little and coughed, trying to clear my throat, but it didn't work. Oliver chuckled lightly and waved me over. I walked over carefully, as though Fred and George had littered a mine of dung bombs all over the common room floor.

I sat down in a chair next to him and he smiled. I was so nervous. I wondered if he knew how much I loved him, just by looking at me. I prayed that he didn't see.

"Hey," I finally managed to croak out. From the corner of my eye I could see him slowly reaching for my hand and I inconspicuously rested it on the arm of my chair. His hand grasped mine gently and he brushed his thumb over the back of my right hand, making chills travel up my spine.

"I found a box of chocolate roses on my bed. I was just wondering if you knew who they were from. I remember telling you last year how much I wanted them, right?" I asked, my voice soft and low. His copper hair glowed in the fire light and he smiled gently. His eyes traveled down to our hands and he continued rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

"I don't know, sorry," he whispered, his eyes still on our hands. I leaned over and, with my left hand, tipped his chin up so his eyes met mine.

"Oliver, I think you do," I replied, whispering and leaned in closer so our lips met.

There was something in the way Ferin was fidgeting that gave me the hint she was nervous about being around me. I didn't know for what reason enticed this behavior but I knew it couldn't be me that she was nervous about.

Ferin walked over to me and sat down, smiling sweetly, her brown hair fiery red in the amber glow of the roaring fire. She had her hair tied back in two ponytails over her shoulder, which made her look even prettier. The necklace that I had given her glinted around her neck and I beamed.

She asked about the chocolates and my stomach dropped, so I thought up the cheesiest excuse I could manage and threw it out there.

"I dunno, sorry," I muttered. I glanced down at her hand in mine and bit my lip. She smiled and tipped my chin up, fixating her eyes on mine.

"Oliver, I think you do," she whispered. The next part came as a surprise to me. What she did was she leaned over further and kissed me.

I pulled away quickly, embarrassed that my feelings had run away like they did and I sat back, blushing, and pulled my hand free from his.

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked. He cocked his head to the side to look at me better and I turned my face away from him, too embarrassed to look at him. He stood and I expected him to walk away but instead he gently grasped my wrists and pulled me up out of my chair and into his arms, and cupped my chin.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," Oliver whispered. He pressed his lips to mine again and I melted in his arms. I wasn't sure what the occasion was for this, but I was happy to be with him either way. His lips were warm and sweet and he smelled of wood polish and fresh air, and I knew that he must've just come back in from a ride around the campus.

He pulled away first and sank down in his armchair, me on his lap, his arms still around my waist, holding me tightly.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you liked me?" I asked. He didn't hear me because he was too busy kissing my neck, and Merlin, did I let him.

"I was afraid you didn't feel the same way," he replied, his words half mumbled between his lips and my skin. I smiled and reached around his arms and rested my hand on his hair and started running my fingers through his curls.

"And I don't like you, you know," Oliver added, looking at me, smiling. My stomach dropped and I stopped playing with his hair.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He smiled and leaned up and kissed me between his words.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips, biting my bottom lip on the last word.

A/N: FINALLY OLIVER AND FERIN KISSED! WHO SENSED SEXUAL TENSION? Comment if you did!