AN: To head off any "Oliver's OOC!" comments, I'd like to let you all know that this isn't the schoolboy Oliver. He's been out of Hogwarts for a while; he's been living the life of a professional athlete, so he's changed a bit. That being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 8

Michelle shook her head, smiling at her sister's unparalleled creepiness. She dropped her purse near the door and kicked her shoes off, walking into the kitchen to get a drink. The lights were off, but it didn't matter. It was her house and she knew her way around. She opened the door to the refrigerator and bent down to look for a suitable beverage. She finally settled on peach flavored iced tea, pulling the pitcher out of the fridge and turning to set it on the island.

She screamed, nearly dropping the pitcher of iced tea on the floor, as the light from the refrigerator fell upon the face of none other than Oliver Wood.

"I told you I'm trying to sleep!" Cecily's voice came, slightly muffled, from upstairs. Michelle merely stared as Oliver smirked at her.

Finally regaining her voice, Michelle blinked and set the pitcher on the counter, "How the hell did you get into my house?"

"Apparition, sweetie," he smiled. Damn he had a nice smile.

"Does Cecily know you're here?" she shut the refrigerator door.

"Of course not," Oliver looked at Michelle like she was insane, "She'd go rabid if she knew I was here. When she made that comment about you smelling like me, I thought for sure she'd figure out I was in your kitchen." Oliver approached Michelle, his movements smooth and confident, "But I guess you really do smell like me."

Michelle backed into the fridge, unable to retreat any more, as Oliver came closer, their bodies almost touching. The tall keeper leaned down and Michelle could feel his breath on her cheek.

"You're really creepy, you know that?" her voice quivered slightly. Oliver dropped his head, nearly resting it on Michelle's shoulder, before straightening up, keeping his body close to Michelle's.

"You know most girls would get all giggly and excited if they found me in their kitchen."

"I'm not most girls," Michelle mentally kicked herself for saying something so cliché.

"No, you're not," Oliver played along, using a reply just as cliché. "And that's why I want you," he leaned down again, his lips only a breath away from Michelle's.

"You…want me?" Michelle breathed out.

"Oh yes," the tall young man closed his eyes, exhaling.

"Do you know what I want?" Michelle, tilted her head opposite Oliver's, leaning in ever so slightly.

Oliver leaned in right as Michelle slipped to the side, moving from in between Oliver and the fridge, "Iced tea. I'm parched." Oliver's forehead quietly 'thunked' against the stainless steel refrigerator and he grunted in exasperation.

"I don't get you," he turned to lean against the fridge and watched her get a glass from a cupboard and fill it with iced tea. "Girls don't brush me off like you do. You really know how to play, don't you," he smirked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Michelle sipped her iced tea, looking at Oliver with wide, innocent eyes.

"Oh I think you do," he crossed his arms. "So tell me about this boyfriend of yours. Cecily acted as if she'd never heard of him."

Michelle nearly choked on her drink. That's right, he had heard the conversation with her sister.

"Cecily doesn't remember anything about my love life. All she's concerned with is you, your wedding, and your married life."

Oliver paled, looking slightly sick, "That girl needs help. First off, she's far too young, second, she's downright creepy."

"So is sneaking into someone's house in the middle of the night."

"Touché…" Oliver glanced at his feet, his brow furrowed. He looked back at Michelle, shrugging, "So maybe a midnight visit wasn't the most logical thing to do, but I did want to see you again. Maybe get that kiss I tried for earlier," he winked.

"Not likely," Michelle smiled. "You know it's not polite to try and steal kisses from girls that don't like you."

"Well how about asking for a kiss from a girl that could be persuaded to like me," Oliver stepped forward, his head tilted and eyes playful.

"Cecily's upstairs," Michelle took a sip of iced tea.

Oliver chuckled, "Alright, not tonight I guess. But…I just want you to know…When I agreed to do that lunch contest, I expected a fan like Cecily, not someone like you. You're refreshing. You don't treat me like some big star. You don't fawn all over me, you don't throw yourself at me-"

"Which is the only reason you like me," Michelle shifted her weight to her right leg, looking up at Oliver. "You like a challenge, and I'm not into you, so you want to win me over. It's typical guy behavior," Michelle shrugged.

"Thank you for the analysis, Miss Petty. What do I owe you for this session?" the young man's tone was slightly offended. "You're not just some mountain to climb. Not to me," he approached her slowly, sincerity permeating every word he spoke.

Michelle shifted her weight to her left leg, a half-hearted attempt to retreat from the keeper's advances.

"The second you walked into the restaurant, something changed. The world's paled in comparison to you. When I saw you at the party tonight…You were all I could see. Your scent, your voice, it's all intoxicating. You're the strongest magic I've ever seen or experienced." Oliver was now standing so close to Michelle they could were a breath apart. The tiniest waver in one's posture would bring them to touch.

"Is that…from a movie or something?" Michelle could barely think, but she had to say something. If this kept up, who knew what could happen? But try as she might, she couldn't actually bring herself to move away.

"No," Oliver whispered, shaking his head ever so slightly. "Michelle…I would really like to kiss you right now."

AN: Dun dun dun! :3 What will happen? Will Oliver finally get to kiss Michelle? Is he being serious about all of this? Is Michelle starting to believe him? And what about Silver? Stay tuned!