"Well, what about spending time with me?" Oliver chuckled. I smiled behind the pages and shook my head. Grinning broadly, he sat up and snaked his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. He kissed my jaw softly, making me blush and I smiled. He locked his hands at my waist and I smiled. I felt his hands unlock and his arms leave my waist and I turned to look at him. He smiled softly, leaned his head in and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back and surprisingly, did not make a fuss when he took the book from my hands and closed it, placing it on the ground behind him. He pulled me across his chest, cradling me almost, and I wrapped my left arm around his neck, my fingers twirling the hair at the back of his neck.

He pulled away and I scooched down and rested my head in his lap, my left hand resting on my stomach, my right arm u, my hand brushing over his cheek and through his hair.

"I love you," he whispered. I smiled, blushing no doubt.

"I love you too."

That night, back in my dormitory, I thought of her and the way she looked down at the lake. Sunlight filtering through the trees, glancing off of her dark brown hair, the playful look in her rich emerald eyes when she smiled, and the feel of her lips against mine. I grinned as I lay in bed, my hands behind my head. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, trying to prepare myself for the game tomorrow morning.

The next more in g, I woke up and groaned, thoroughly aggravated. It was pouring outside. I peeled myself out of bed and got dressed with a dour mood until I went down to breakfast. Immediately, Ferin greeted me, kissing me sweetly and smiling.

"Good morning," she beamed. Nothing could dampen her mood, even torrential rain. Today, we played Hufflepuff. As I had told her yesterday, an easy win.

Or so we thought. Dementors swept through the stadium, which infuriated Professor Dumbledore and cost us the match. Poor Harry wound up in the hospital wing and Oliver disappeared into the locker room. I went with the rest of the team to check on Harry, then went back to Oliver.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open to the boys locker room and walked inside. I headed to the shower room and knocked twice on the door. There was no answer, only the sound of running water.

"Oliver, please don't beat up on yourself. It wasn't anyone's fault. The dementors got out of hand," I said, my hand pressed to the door. I knocked once more and my other hand hovered over the doorknob.

"Oliver, please dry off and come out," I pleaded. The water stopped and the sound of curtain rings across a metal bar sounded from within. A few seconds later, Oliver walked out, wearing black jeans and a towel slung over his shoulder.

His auburn hair was dripping into his eyes and his bare chest still had slight condensation on it. I took the towel from his shoulder and wrapped it around my hand, and started dabbing at his chest. Draping it over his head, I rubbed his hair dry and he looked out from under the towel at me like a kicked dog.

I smiled slightly at him and shrugged, pushing the towel off of his head, letting it drape around his neck, over his shoulders. I put my hands on his waist and rubbed his skin gently with my thumbs. I looked up at him and he moved his arms and wrapped them around my shoulders, pulling me in close. I felt him press his face into my hair and I snaked my arms around his waist, one arm around his middle, the other resting on the center of spine.

"It's okay, we're going to win just as much as we lose," I whispered, kissing his left shoulder. I felt him shiver and I smiled. I turned my head and pressed my forehead into the curve of his neck, closing my eyes.

He didn't say anything when I let go of him and begged him to put a shirt on before going back up to school.

I don't know what I did to deserve her, but I must've made someone happy to have Ferin in my life. She was so good to me, so patient and understanding, and her calm disposition was one thing I loved about her. She knew just how to make someone feel better by saying nothing and doing something little. Putting her hand on their's, a warm embrace, or in my case, drying my hair.

I held her close, breathing in the scent of her freshly washed hair, which smelled like coconut and warm honey. I loved her so much. I just wish I had the courage to say something to her earlier.

Speaking of courage, I had none to say anything at the moment. I hated losing a match, and this was just humiliating. Against Hufflepuff of all houses! But Ferin said not a word about the game, just her typical words of wisdom. And I loved her for it. She always knew what to say, how to say it, and who to say it to.

I put my shirt and jacket on, tugged on a pair of trainers and laced my hand with her's as we walked up to the school together. We headed for the common room, but instead she steered me in a direction I didn't know about. We reached a blank wall with not even a tapestry, but with two littorches in brackets on either side of where a door should be. I looked down at her and noticed that her eyes were closed. I looked back at the wall and there, facing us was a large set of double doors. I jumped a little and Ferin only smiled. She tugged my hand gently and led me to the doors, pushing one open.

We walked inside and to my utter surprise, there was a large window overlooking the Quidditch pitch, floor to ceiling bookcases on every subject imaginable, and a few squashy beanbags and aarge leather couch. Between the right bookcases, roared a large fire in an emmense stone hearth with logs already piled up next to it.

"I come here every now and then. This and my garden are my little sanctuaries," she said quietly. Ferin had already told me about her garden with the fish-children. But this room was my now my favourite.