Chapter 11

"Hey, you're the ones about to get it on right in front of me. Teases," Kelly threw a pillow at Michelle and Oliver.

"We were not about to 'get it on'!" Michelle pushed Oliver off of her, and the keeper rolled onto his back.

"Uh huh, right. Tell that to the leg you had wrapped around him."

"It was not wrapped around him, it was just-"

"Almost wrapped around me," Oliver interrupted, winking. "Yeah, still in the room, ladies."

"Oh, trust me honey, I didn't forget," Kelly raised her eyebrows at him.

"Still not as creepy as your sister," he glanced over to Michelle.

Michelle shrugged, as if debating which was creepier. She stood up and sat on the edge of Kelly's bed, "So why are you here, Oliver?"

"I'm here for you, of course. I was thinking I could take you out for lunch, or dinner, or a walk, or-"

"God you are persistent. How did you know I was here?" Michelle crossed her arms. Oliver opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth morphed into a grimace as he searched for an answer that wouldn't seem strange.

"I….may have…maybe followed you?" Oliver avoided eye contact.

"So you're spying on me now? God, first you break into my house and now you're stalking me. Fantastic. You know I bet the Prophet would love to hear about this," Michelle stood over the keeper, surprisingly menacing. But rather than cower and apologize, Oliver surprised the Gryffindor girl.

"You're cute when you're mad. I should upset you more often," he teased.

"Oh he's adorable, Meech. You should at least do lunch."

"Meech?" the keeper glanced at Kelly, then back to Michelle, "That's cute. Mind if I use that?"

"Yes I do mind! It happens to be a very special nickname," Michelle crossed her arms again.

"Well then," Oliver stood, bringing himself mere inches from Michelle's body, "I'll have to make up a nickname for you." His voice was so smooth when he said things like that. Once again his scent wrapped around Michelle, dominating her senses. Oliver slowly and gently grabbed Michelle's wrists, guiding them down to her sides, and inched closer. He took her chin in his left hand and gazed down at her, their eyes locking. His right hand released her wrist and slid around her waist, resting low on her back. He used that hand to pull Michelle closer, finding it easy to guide her toward his body.

The keeper chuckled quietly, "You know you keep saying that you don't like me, that you want me to leave, and yet you're oh-so-willing to press yourself against me and let me hold you like this." He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "What would your boyfriend think?"

At that, Michelle shoved Oliver away, "How dare you? I don't even have-" Oliver raised his eyebrows. "I don't even have words to describe how rude you are," she stammered.

"Nice save," Kelly winked, her voice just loud enough to be heard by both Michelle and Oliver.

"Save? Y'know I can't help shake the feeling that you don't have a boyfriend. I mean, it's awfully convenient, don't you think? You just happen to have a boyfriend with such a strange name and he just happens to be American, so naturally no one would know him." Oliver turned to Kelly, "How long have Michelle and Silver been dating?"

Kelly's eyes widened and she glanced to Michelle, then back to Oliver, "I-uh…I'm not too sure. They dated a while before they became exclusive. Does it count from when they started dating or when they became exclusive? Or do you want when they became Facebook official?"

"What's Facebook?" the keeper looked puzzled.

"Oh it's this muggle thing, it's great. It's a social networking website where you can add friends and talk to them online and post pictures and videos and make events. It's really handy when you want to keep in contact with people you don't go to school with or people you don't work with, even if you do. There are also games that you can play, it's a lot of fun."

"Huh. Facebook."

Michelle stared open-mouthed at Kelly. She had managed to completely dodge the question and change the subject.

"So tell me, when did you become obsessed with Michelle?" Kelly inquired.

"I wouldn't say I'm obsessed," Oliver waved his hand, trying to dismiss Kelly's claim.

"Yet you immediately asked her out, asked her to a dinner party at your house, showed up in her kitchen, and followed her to a friend's house? Yeah that is totally not obsessed."

"You told her about our encounter in the kitchen?" Oliver smirked at Michelle.

"Only as a form of therapy from the horrific shock," Michelle spat back.

"I'm wounded," Oliver held his hand to his heart, feigning insult. He turned back to Kelly, "What else has she told you about me?"

"Not a whole lot," she shrugged. "We've been talking mostly about Silver for the past…" Kelly mimed counting on her fingers, "…long time."

"Is that so?" he sounded disappointed and…jealous?

"Oh yeah, Michelle's got it bad. You're gonna have to work hard, boy," Kelly winked at him.

Oliver smirked and looked down to Michelle, "I think I can do that. So how 'bout it? Lunch? Dinner? A walk? A romantic afternoon, evening and night on the beach?" His voice was low and seductive and as he spoke, he lightly caressed Michelle's right arm.

"Yeah, now pull her close and kiss her," Kelly instructed.

Michelle whirled around to face her friend, "Oh my god, Kelly, you're a total pervert!"

"No," Kelly flopped down onto her stomach on the bed, "I'm just creative. And helpful. And instructive," she smiled. Michelle flashed her a warning glance, which the older girl countered by raising her eyebrows, propping her chin in her hands and crossing her ankles in the air behind her. She played the innocent part well, but Michelle knew better. She turned back to face Oliver, who's brown eyes were intense and seemed to cut through her like a hot knife in butter.

"I think you should go, Oliver."

"Not until you agree to either lunch or dinner."

"You're incorrigible," Michelle huffed.

"You know you love it," he flashed a winning smile that made Michelle's stomach flutter. "Come on, Michelle. Lunch or dinner. It's an easy decision," he crossed his arms and widened his stance, making it obvious that he wouldn't leave until he had a satisfactory answer.

"Alright, lunch. Happy?"

"Very," his smile widened. He stooped down to grab his broom off of the floor and walked over to the window, climbing up on Kelly's desk. "I'll pick you up at seven." And with that, he hopped out of the window, flying off. Kelly and Michelle rushed to the window to watch him soar off out of sight.

"He is so lucky there weren't muggles around-" Michelle stopped short when she looked down to see a young woman- blonde-haired, tall and slender- staring off into the distance where Oliver had vanished. She traced his path to the window and saw the girls, her mouth hanging open. The Gryffindors' eyes widened as they realized Oliver's bold move had been witnessed. They threw themselves back from the window and Kelly closed it, pulling the blinds and curtains shut.

"Oh my god. We have to obliviate her. Come on!" Kelly called as she ran from her room, thundering down the stairs to the café. She practically ran into the young woman, who had run into the café to find them. Kelly grabbed her wrist and dragged her out at a pace that Michelle could barely match. The two witches led the stranger into a nearby alley.

"What the hell was that?" the blonde demanded, "That guy just flew away on a broom! What's going on? Am I being punked?" She had an American accent, and seemed to fit the American stereotype of a rich debutante. She was dressed in white wedge heels, which only exaggerated her long, thin legs. She wore navy blue high-waisted shorts with a white t-shirt tucked in, and a navy blue blazer with the cuffs rolled once. Her long blonde hair fell in glamorous curls halfway down her back, and she pushed her over-sized sunglasses up onto her head to hold her hair back as she stared at Kelly and Michelle.

AN: Cliffhanger! :D