Things were about to get complicated. It appeared Oliver might be feeling jealous. And as much as I loved him, I was tired of waiting, and I just felt a spark, if a small one, with George. Who would I choose? Would Oliver realize his feelings before it was to late? And why did I do that dare? If I hadn't, I just could've waited on Oliver. But because I did, it appeared Oliver was being to show his feelings a bit. Oh how complicated it would get….

"Fallon, wake up!" A voice whispered harshly. I ignored it and rolled over.

"Fallon get up!" The voice said again, and I ignored them again. "Ugh! OLIVER!" The voice called out again. I heard stomping and then a different person came in the room.

"Fallon, you're going to miss the World Cup if you don't get up right now," A soft voice whispered in my ear. I shot up like a spring.

"What?" I asked groggily. A laughing Oliver stood beside the bed.

"You're brother tried to wake you up and couldn't, so he came and got me," Oliver grinned cheekily.

"Thanks Ol," I grinned, "Now get out so I can get ready," I ordered. Oliver rolled his eyes dramatically then left. I showered quickly and dressed. I threw some clothes in a bag and grabbed my broom.

I raced downstairs and sat just as the food made it to the table.

"That was fast Fallon," Braeden joked.

"Yeah yeah," I yawned.

"So when are we headed out?" Oliver changed the subject

"Right after breakfast," My father replied,

"You know dear, there are only four bedrooms in the tent we're bringing. Someone will have to share besides the parents," My mom mentioned to my father.

"So, no big, Braeden and Oliver will share a room and Fallon can have the other," Her father said logically.

"Well, actually I was thinking that Oliver and Fallon should-"

"Okay Mom, time to fess up. It was an act at the dress store. I was sick of shopping and hungry. Oliver helped me out. Nothing between us, period," I said flatly. There was nothing she could say really, but then Oliver shot me one of those smiles that melt you the minute. I felt like I was on fire from head to toe and realized something. What I'd felt for George was a spark from a lip-lock. I'd just had a smoldering blaze burning inside me when all he'd done is smile. I was still hooked.

"Er…yes, we've got another tent we'll bring. We'll have six rooms instead of four, so there will even be an extra," Mrs. Wood said uncomfortably.

"C'mon, we've gotta get going," My father covered. We pulled a side-along apparition for Oliver, Braeden and me to the top of Whippoorwill Hill.

We grabbed the old tin can hidden in the tree at the peak of the hill. We all gathered around and touched on the count of three as we were the only ones going this late. Everyone else had cheaper seats.

Once we had landed on the other side of the port key, we made our campsite and went to look for our friends. We'd forgotten to ask if anyone was going, but I doubted the twins or any of the other Weasleys would be coming. Alicia was a muggleborns so if she wanted to go she'd have to get help from Angelina or Katie. Katie was a half-blood whose mother wasn't very interested in Quidditch and her father was a muggle, so she'd need to go with Angelina most likely. The chances of seeing many of their friends were unlikely.

As they strolled amongst the tents, rather extravagant most of them were, someone caught my eye. A dark haired boy who I knew rather well…

"Oi! Roger!" I called to the Ravenclaw quidditch captain. He and Oliver were rivals, but friends at the same time. He was one of my best friends. We both took care of magical creatures and were always partners. He was a lot of fun to be around.

My friend jerked his head towards where he heard me and a grin spread across his face upon seeing me. I ran up to him as we was walking toward me and launched myself into a hug around his neck. Roger swung me around and laughed before putting me back down and giving me a peck on the cheek.

"Hey Fallon!" He greeted with a smile.

"Hey Roger! What have you been up to this summer?" I asked as the gang came up behind me.

"Nothing much, just training, but you know that one," He grinned cheekily.

"Of course I do! No captain goes the summer without training," I replied wittily.

"Remind me how come you're not in Ravenclaw?" Roger grinned.

"Because I'm dreadful at Arithmacy," I replied honestly.

"Yeah yeah," Roger rolled his eyes at the comment, "Hey Oliver, Braeden." He greeted the newcomers. Braeden wasn't a huge fan of Roger's. He didn't like how he seemed to come on to me. Roger never actually did come on to me, but if Braeden thinks he did, he immediately doesn't like them. Braeden doesn't like anyone who hits on me.

"Hey Roger," Oliver greeted warmly. It was his friend after all.

"Davies," My brother said coldly. I rolled my eyes at his tone, but Roger was used to it.

"Roger, where are your seats?" Oliver asked.

"Best in the house aside from the top box, you?" Roger said proudly.

"Top Box," Oliver said with even more pride than Roger. 'Stupid boys…'

"So Fallon, I want you to meet my family. Mind if I steal her for an hour or so?" Roger said with a friendly smile.

"Sure, we'll meet you back at the tent later," Oliver said friendly enough, but there was something underlying in his voice I couldn't place… JEALOUSY! That's what it was. Oliver was jealous that Roger was taking me away for an hour. Could what's been going on this summer be changing him? Could he finally see me for more?

"No, I think Mom mentioned something about come straight back to the campsite. I think you ought to come back with us," Braeden argued.

"Oi, shut up Braeden, mom didn't say anything of the like of that and you know it," I retorted and walked off with Roger as I linked my arm in his.

"So who will I be meeting today Mr. Davies?" I asked with fake formality.

"Well, first of all before you meet anyone, I'd like to ask you what's going on between you and Oliver," Roger replied.

"Nothing," I said a bit too quickly. "Why would you say that?"

"Because there is. I heard the jealousy in his voice, and you covered far to
quickly just then."

"Well, I've had a crush on him since fifth year, its just been a matter of getting him to know it other than the obvious way, and this summer things are shifting just slightly." I quickly explained the practical joke we'd played on Braeden, the ball, truth or dare.

"You know, he should really get on with it if he's going to ask you out. You shouldn't have to wait and if he doesn't hurry, it will be too late," Roger said the last bit a tad sadly.

"Roger what's wrong?" I asked picking up on his feeling immediately.

"Well, honestly, I like you a lot, and I'd love to take you out sometime, but I can't very well do that with you being in love with your best friend," Roger replied with a sad smile. My heart raced when he said this. It wasn't as much or as furious as with Oliver, but still it was there. Maybe I wouldn't have to wait for Oliver any longer. It's not as if I deserved to wait for the rest of my life, and I just felt a tremor for Roger. It wasn't like with George that was just that I was attracted a little to George. I really liked Roger, and it could be something more.

"You know Roger, normally I'd just smile and comfort you, but I'm so tired of waiting on Oliver. You know, he's just beginning to show he might care in a different way, and he still hasn't acted on it…" I sighed.

Roger, being the person he was, would not let anything like this make him take advantage of me.

"Fallon, as much as I would love, and I mean love to take advantage of that, I can't. You have feelings for Oliver; he has feelings for you, even if he hasn't acted on them. I cannot, will not come between that," Roger said. 'God, what a friend' I thought to myself. 'What other teenage guy on the planet would do what he just did?'

'Oliver' Another part of my brain answered.

"Well, lets meet your parents anyway," I grinned. I wanted to make this up to Roger somehow, and I would.

"Alright," he replied and we walked a few more yards over to where a campground was set up and two people, the male looked awfully like Roger.

"Oi, Mum! Dad! This is the friend I wanted you to meet," Roger called to them as we approached. They looked up from what they were doing with a smile. I could tell I was going to like them a lot.

"Yeah, is this her?" His father asks nicely

"Aye Dad," Roger answered

We talked for a time, and I enjoyed being with them quite a lot. His parents were friendly and open. Before we knew it, an hour and a half had past, and I was sure Oliver would be worried…. that was an understatement.

"Bye Roger, I'll see in September if not before," I gave him a small hug before hurrying off to find someone…

"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Braeden yelled as I walked into the tent.

"Where are our parents?"

"THEY AREN'T BLOODY HERE! THEY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU HAD GONE! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?!? OLIVER IS ON HIS WAY OVER TO DAVIES CAMPSITE NOW LOOKING FOR YOU! HE'S BLOWN A GASKET!" Braeden continued to ramble. I knew I had to go intercept Oliver. It took a lot to get him mad, but when he did…

I grabbed my broom, as I knew I'd never catch up to him on foot. Outside I hopped on and rushed madly through the woods. Finally I found Oliver and landed in front of him.

"Oliver, its okay, we just lost track of time," I explained without hesitation.

"Fallon, you scared me half to death. I went over to the Davies's site and no one was there. God Fallon…Bloody hell, don't scare me like that. AND WHY DIDN'T ROGER KEEP AN EYE ON THE CLOCK? OR YOU? AND WHY DID IT TAKE YOU SO LONG TO GET TO OUR CAMPSITE THAT WE DIDN'T PASS ON THE PATH?" The calm relief seen in Oliver when he'd first seen me was gone and was replaced with anger.

"Calm down Oliver! We were talking on the way, and the main path had been crowded. Roger knew a short cut so we took it," I explained.

"REALLY? WHAT IF SOMEONE HAD COME AFTER YOU TWO? NO ONE WOULD KNOW WHERE TO FIND YOU! WHAT IF ROGER HAD TRIED SOMETHING! WHAT IF-" I cut Oliver off. I knew if he kept yelling it would only succeed in making him angrier. To cut him off, I simply pressed my lips to his. He melted into this. He responded immediately and kissed back, unlike that day at the ball. We continued to kiss. Then I felt Oliver's tongue begging permission to enter which I happily gave.

We continued like that until we heard an oh too familiar "Ahem,". 'DAMN!' I thought to myself. I opened an eye to see quite a few of our friends standing there.

I kissed Oliver for a minute more, him being oblivious to anyone standing there before pulling away.

"Ummm hello," I greeted awkwardly.

"Ello love," Fred grinned devilishly. Standing along side him was George, Alicia, Angelina, and Katie. Just our luck.

"What was it they said the other night?" Angelina asked.

"Wasn't it along the lines of nothing was going non between them?" Alicia asked.

"Oh, I remember it word for word as Fred told me. Fallon said plain and simple, 'we're not involved'" Katie gave a rather good impersonation of me.

"Umm…Well, see, Oliver was about to go and kill Davies for some reason or another, so I had to stop him didn't I?" I attempted to cover.

"Oh no, we are not taking excuses anymore young lady," George joked.

"Oliver, a little help?" I asked, a little desperate.

"Well, I was about to kill Davies, but as for today and the other night-" Oliver was cut off

"OTHER NIGHT? WHAT OTHER NIGHT?!" They all said at once.

"Oliver, they didn't see us the other night," I muttered.

"Oh…shit," Oliver paused "Well, yes, the night of the ball and just then…we just sort of kissed. Nothing else really. Don't tell Braeden though," Oliver told them honestly.

"Fine, we'll just leave you two love birds alone," George mocked us. I rolled my eyes, but didn't reply.

FAST FORWARD TO JUST BEFORE THE END OF THE QUIDDITCH MATCH.

"AND THERE GOES LYNCH! CATCHING THE SNITCH RIGHT FROM UNDER PHELP'S NOSE! THAT'S IT FOLKS! THE WORLD CUP GOES TO SCOTLAND!" The announcer cried out to the crowd. Tonight was going to be a field day…

::Back at the Campsite::

We all know the Scottish and Irish are a bit of heavy celebraters…well tonight, you can imagine how things are happening.

There is pretty much a party in our 'tent'. I remember someone offering me a drink, and it all went down hill from there…Wait, let me explain. When we say we party that means everyone ends up drunk, even if they're not of age. Only the younger children stay sober. The rest, even Oliver, Braeden and I get piss drunk. No other way to put it.

Anyway, someone offered me vodka, which I took and that's when I started getting drunk with Braeden right behind me, and Oliver just ahead. I remember dancing for a long time with Oliver, then we went and sat for a bit, talking I think, then we starting making out, playful at first, then heavy. The last thing I remember was Oliver shifting to where we was laying on top of me while we made out…