Chapter 6

Michelle stood with her back literally against the wall as Oliver Wood stood, nearly touching her body, staring deep into her eyes. He leaned forward, closing his eyes, and Michelle squinted her eyes shut, fearing the coming kiss. But instead of Oliver, she felt her lips press against glass. Michelle opened her eyes at the same time as Oliver to find a champagne flute separating them. Michelle's eyes traveled to the right to see Silver holding the glass.

"That's my girlfriend, dick," Silver stated. Michelle was so shocked by his bluntness that she couldn't say anything. Oliver backed away and Silver lowered the flute, handing it to Michelle.

"I see you're no exception to the typical rude American behavior," Oliver muttered.

"And I see you're no exception to the rich womanizing athlete behavior," Silver crossed his arms, stepping toward the brunette. Silver stood two inches taller and had a slightly broader frame. Michelle gulped.

"Shall we take this outside, Yank?" Oliver's eyes narrowed and he mirrored Silver's stance.

"Uh, guys, there's no need for anything like that," Michelle tried to calm the tension. "Nothing happened, no harm no foul. Right, Silver?"

He turned to Michelle, "Some guy tries to force himself on my girlfriend and I'm supposed to let it go? I don't think so, sweetheart." Michelle gulped again. Maybe Silver was taking the fake-boyfriend thing too far.,,

"I'll take you anytime, anywhere," Oliver challenged to the American standing before him.

"Bring it on," Silver stepped forward again.

"Silver," Michelle tried a different tactic, stepping between the two and placing her hands on Silver's chest, "darling, it's not worth it. It's okay," she kissed him gently on the lips, standing on her tiptoes and still barely reaching. Michelle allowed the kiss to linger, and when their lips parted, she stared deep into his green eyes. A faint blush crept across her cheeks as the tall American stared back at her intently.

"If you say so, angel," Silver brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. Michelle's blush deepened. Silver shot a glare above Michelle's head at Oliver, who retreated on the excuse of making sure the party was all in order.

"Wow, you were really convincing," Michelle whispered.

"I do what I can," Silver shrugged, avoiding eye contact with Michelle.

"Well…we've made an appearance and you've made it clear that I'm not available, so I guess we can leave if you'd like," Michelle clasped her hands behind her back, looking at the floor and inspecting her shoe.

"Sure. Let's go," Silver placed his hand on the small of Michelle's back, as he had done back at her house, and led her to the car. This time, he opened the door, allowed her to climb in, and made sure that her hands were well out of the way before he shut the door. As he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine, he turned to her, "You hungry?"

"Um, yeah, a bit," Michelle gave a small nod.

"Alright," Silver pulled out of Oliver's driveway and turned right, the opposite direction of Michelle's house.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Michelle glanced from Silver to the road and back to Silver. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to be alone with a man that she barely knew…

"You can relax, Michelle, I'm not going to kidnap you or anything. I'm just taking you to dinner."

"Oh no, I knew that," she lied.

"But that's not what you were thinking?" Silver ventured.

"Well, I mean, it's just…You know, we don't really know each other, and…I'm sure you underst-"

"Relax, Michelle."

"So um…where are we going to eat?"

"My house."

"What?"

"I told you. Relax. If I had any bad intentions for you you'd probably know by now, Michelle."

Michelle's stomach fluttered. The way he said her name sounded like a purr. No one had ever said her name like that before, and she'd often disliked her name because of how normal it sounded. But Silver's voice was low, warm, almost like chocolate.

"Here we are," Silver parked the corvette in a driveway. Michelle looked up to see a house comparable to Oliver's.

"You live here?"

"For now. I'm only in England for the rest of the year." Silver climbed out of the car and walked around to open the door for Michelle. He offered his hand, which she accepted, and he helped her out of the car.

"Thank you."

"Mmhmm. This way." Silver led Michelle to the front door and unlocked it, opening the door and ushering Michelle inside.

Michelle's jaw dropped. The floors were rich wood, and the entryway was decorated with gold and burgundy. "Wow. It's like the Gryffindor common room," she muttered.

"Gryffindor?" Silver asked, looking over his shoulder from the entrance to the living room.

"Oh, uh…It's a…clan…from an…online…role playing game." Mental face palm. He probably thought she sounded like a complete idiot.

"Which one?" Silver continued his questioning.

"Which one?" she repeated, "Well…It's called…Hogwarts. It's a game where you…you're a wizard or witch and you have to…learn spells and all that and go on little quests in an enchanted forest…and a little village…thing." Another mental face palm.

"Huh." Silver turned back and walked into the living room. Michelle followed him through the living room and into the kitchen. "So what're you in the mood for?"

"Me? Well…I'm not picky, so whatever you'd like is fine with me," Michelle shrugged.

"Chinese leftovers it is." Silver pulled a few boxes of Chinese takeout out of the fridge and placed them on the counter. He froze. "Michelle, I've gotta level with you."

"What?"

"You know you're hand? How I sorta…broke it?" Silver placed his hands wide on the counter.

"Well it's not broken-"

"Exactly. See…I'm a wizard."

AN: Oh my! How will Michelle react? And how will Oliver take to having his target ditching his party? I can tell you he won't be happy ((mwahaha)). Again, reviews are love! And love makes me write! I love you all! 3