I'd forgotten all about the looks Braeden had been sending me all day. I was so wrapped up in what I now had. Oliver and I had a good snog before finally coming in from the pitch. It was late though, and I didn't think anyone was in the common room.

"You go ahead up to your dorm Oliver, I need to pack up my book bag from where I was doing homework earlier," I explained and gestured toward the table with my things sprawled over it.

"Ok Fallon, see you tomorrow," He replied with a sweet smile. He gave me a soft kiss and then headed upstairs. I had my back to both staircases so I didn't see when someone came down the boys' stairs.

"Fallon, I want to talk to you," Someone said from behind me. I recognized the voice so I was not shocked. It was Braeden.

"Okay Braeden, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, although I felt I already knew the answer.

"Fallon, you're not taking any precautions," Braeden began. "Spell or no spell, your pregnant, and don't tell me your only a month along, because I know, but your young, and doing really risky things," Braeden said.

"Look Braeden, I know, Okay? Trust me, nothing is going to happen to this child, but thank you for watching out for me. Now, we both could use some sleep, okay?" I replied apologetically. He nodded and we both headed up to our dorms.

I would get no sleep that night though. Despite the fact that I was exhausted, I was haunted by the thought that I still hadn't told Oliver. He deserved to know, but….I couldn't do it.

Oliver and I decided not to tell anyone about our being together just yet. What we had was still so new…and everyone would be making a huge deal out of it, and it just wasn't a good time for that.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully except that I was tired from the heavy schedule, but I knew I'd soon adjust, but I also knew I was worrying Braeden, so I'd have to put on a good show for him. I couldn't have him worrying about me all the time. It wasn't like him and if he kept it up then the whole school would find out about my secret and that simply would not do.

Friday Night…

"Oliver, d'you want to meet for a run tomorrow morning?" I asked. We hadn't been running for a week, and I couldn't get out of shape now could I?

"Yeah sure. Our usual time?" He asked. That usual time was 5:00 am sharp. Then we'd both come back, shower, and sleep for three and a half hours.

"Yeah. Is it safe to assume we won't be seeing you tomorrow Braeden?" I asked with a grin.

"Not as a bloody early as you two get up…." He trailed off, then remembered something. "But I don't know if you two should go. Don't you think you should attempt to get some form of sleep?" Braeden asked.

"Of course," I answered,

"We'll do what we always do," Oliver added

"Which is run about four or five miles, then shower and go back to sleep," I said with a laugh

"And because it's a weekend, we can sleep five hours have we come in instead of three," Oliver added with a grin.

"Fine," Braeden grumbled, obviously not happy, but he wasn't able to tell the real reason as it was.

"Silence please, Silence, thank you!" Dumbledore crowed out to the hall. The hall slid to creeping silence.

"Thank you everyone," Dumbledore began, "I would like to announce that we've got a Halloween Ball after the feast for fifth years and above. It will begin at 8:45. The feast will end at 8:15, so you will have time to get ready. There will be a Hogsmeade trip available for only fifth years and above next weekend. That is all," He explained. The excited murmur broke out amongst the hall.

"Fallon, will you go the ball with me?" Oliver asked the second Dumbledore fell silent.

"Great, another time I've got to wear a dress!" I complained.

"Wouldn't you rather go out to the pitch or something?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes, but frankly we've no lights that will stay on without one of us holding out a spell. So what else have we got to do on a Saturday night?" Oliver enquired with a grin.

"Lets see, go running, come up with new plays-" I started to rattle off a list.

"It will be too dark to run that morning, we already think of new plays all of the time, and we'll go running that morning to make up for it. Besides, you know you want to, you just don't want to see the rest of Hogwarts to see you in a dress, those who haven't already," He grinned evilly.

"Fine fine," I grumbled. He wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear:

"You know you want to," And grinned.

"Yeah I do, but I also don't want the whole school to know about us yet," I whispered back, kind of telling him to take his arms away from my waist, much as I liked them there.

"Fallon, when are we going to let people know? Its only a matter of time before Braeden can't distract people any more," Oliver joked at the way Braeden would draw attention away from us when we had random moments like this.

"Well, I think that the Halloween Ball would be a good time," I replied.

"But that's a week away," Oliver whined.

"Oh hush. You're being a baby," I retorted with a grin.

"At least you get a laugh out of it," Oliver justified his whininess.

"Yeah, but that doesn't excuse it," I answered his justification.

"But it's a week away," Oliver continued to whine.

"Meet me in the common room tonight after everyone else is asleep and I'll make it worth you're while, alright?" I offered a compromise. A grin spread across Oliver's face and he replied:

"You're on."

That night, Oliver and I made sure everything went as usual….we told Fred and George to bugger off when they asked us when we were getting together, that we'd made out already….worked on some plays…. Told Angelina and Katie I was too busy to talk…. you get the picture.

We went upstairs with everyone else, but we didn't go to sleep. I waited until I heard Katie, Angelina, and Alicia's breath slow (they are my room mates of course) to the slow steady pattern normal for sleep. I waited in a dreadfully long silence waiting for what had to happen before I would know everyone was asleep….

"SNORE" (sorry, didn't know how to write out the sound a snore makes guys.) the snoring. I loved her dearly, but Angelina snored, and badly.

"Finally…" I mumbled to myself. I hope Oliver hadn't been waiting too long. I slipped silently through our door and down the girls stairs when…

WHOOSH! The stairs became I slide. I slid down with a grin. Oliver must have tried to come up. Right as I came to the bottom I ran into something, or someone.
It was Oliver, and upon my falling into him he tripped and fell on top of me. It knocked the breath out of me, but I was laughing, sort of, all the same.

"Nice to," cough cough, "see you again Oliver, but could you get off, you knocked the wind out of me," I complained.

"I don't know, I rather like this position," He said with a grin, referring to the fact that he was on top of me.

"I said I'd make it worth your while. How can I do that while I can barely breath?" I asked wittily.

"Good question. I guess I have no choice. I can't let one of my star chasers suffocate now can I?" He said with a grin.

"No you can't," I replied in a smart-ass tone. He stood up and offered me a hand. I ignored it and stood on my own, just to be a smart ass. I was in the mood for it, what can I say.

"I believe," Oliver said with a smirk to rival that bloody Slytherin Seeker's, " That you said you'd make it worth my while?"

"I did," I said with a grin. I took his hand and led him over to the couch in front of the still going fire.

I sat him down and then sat on his lap. I gave him a look usually reserved for just before a Quidditch Match. I don't really know how to explain this look, but it was one that got him pumped.

Without waiting for a response to the look I gave him, my lips met his. He responded without hesitation. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, at the beginning anyway. After it became… fierce. Yes, that's the word I'm looking for, fierce. Everything about Oliver and myself was fierce. Our very essence was that, fierce.

Within minutes his tongue penetrated my lips and entered my mouth. Soon mine did the same. He held me there as we continued to explore and discover that which was now ours. Lord, he was an amazing kisser. Suddenly he did something that sent shudders down my spine and back again. I felt him run his tongue along the top of my mouth. As I said, it sent a jolt flying through me.

We only stayed down in the common room about twenty or thirty minutes. We did have an early morning the next day….

:BLEEEEEEEPPPPP:

"Shut up you fucking alarm clock…" I growled in my sleep. It was early. I was supposed to go running but I was sleepy. What can I say? I'm not much of a morning person.

:BLEEEEEEEPPPPP:

"Fine I'm getting up," I muttered. I quickly changed into some running clothes, a black sports bra, red shorts, and running shoes. It wasn't much, but I never went running in much. I threw on a light jacket that I fully intended to take off after we warmed up at the Quidditch pitch.

I stumbled down the stairs to find the common room empty. Oliver was even slower in the mornings. I let myself fall onto the couch and within seconds was asleep.

"Fallon, get up," a voice above me ordered groggily. I opened my eyes slowly to see Oliver standing above me.

"Huh?" I moaned incoherently

"You accidentally fell asleep waiting on me. It's time to go running though," Oliver repeated slowly.

"Oh, right, lets go," I managed to say. We walked down to the pitch in silence side by side. It was far too early to function. Once at the pitch we began to stretch wordlessly. We both knew without saying a word what we were doing.
I sat on the ground and stretched down to touch my toes. Then I stood, and stretched my upper body and my legs some more. Oliver was doing the same. We glanced at each other, and I stripped off my jacket. As something new to the routine, Oliver took a second to look me over. I gave him a nod and with that we took off flying.

We tore up the field at a sprint, then back down without stopping. Once back where we started we took but a moments breath before tearing up the field yet again.

We repeated this pattern a total of eleven times. This was one more than we did over the summer. This was Quidditch season now.

After this I conjured a bottle of water, and took a swig. I offered it to Oliver.

"Thanks," He said appreciatively and then took a swig himself.

Next we left the pitch and began jogging at a moderate pace. Well, moderate for us that is. Anyone else would have struggled to keep up with our long, fast, strides. We ran along the entire edge of the school grounds and worked our way in. Soon we were doing laps around the Lake. We were up to twenty-seven laps plus the laps around the outer school grounds when I began to feel light headed. I ignored it and pushed on. Then unexpectedly everything went black….

Next thing I knew I was in a comfy bed and I opened my eyes to see white all around me. I didn't understand. I was supposed to be running with Oliver. Why was I surrounded by all this white?

Then it hit me. White- the hospital wing- I had blacked out….

WHAT HAPPENED TO ME? AM I OK? WHAT ABOUT THE BABY?

"Hello?" I called out for someone.

"Fallon? Good your awake," Madame Pomphrey

"Madam Pomphrey? What happened?" I asked cautiously.

"You blacked out when you were running, something I don't believe is common of you. I checked your vitals and made sure you were okay, and decided to wait until you were awake. I figured you knew the reason why you fainted perhaps more than I did," Madame Pomphrey said in a knowing way.

"Where is Oliver?" I asked. I realized he must have carried me here.

"I sent him back to your common room about ten minutes ago. Why?" Madame Pomphrey asked.

"What time is it?" I now asked. I was afraid that Braeden would come bursting in here like a man possessed if Oliver told him.

"About 5:30, why do you ask?" She demanded clarification again. I knew Oliver would have woken Braeden up to tell him I was here. That meant my brother would be here any second.

"Because I expect that Braeden will be here any second-" I was cut off from the rest of my sentence when just as I foretold Braeden tore the door of the Wing open and slammed it closed behind him.

"Madame Pomphrey…" He gasped. "Don't do…whatever you're doing…you need to know that…" He trailed off unable to catch his breath.

"I'm pregnant," I finished for him.

"What? Ms. Grier, why have I not been alerted? I could have caused serious undue harm from ignorance! Does headmaster know?" She rattled on.

"Yes he knows. And as for you, I told Braeden so if I were hurt he could tell you then. I did not foresee myself collapsing while doing a simple run," I answered calmly.

"Simple run?" Madame Pomphrey said, astonished. "You were running your 6th mile when you collapsed!"

"That little?" I asked. "I must really be out of shape."

"Out of shape? Merlin…" Madame Pomphrey said surprised.

"Braeden, you may stay if you like but I've got to run some tests and give some medicine to your sister, alright?" Madame Pomphrey explained.

"Do you want me to stay?" Braeden asked me.

"No, go back to sleep, I know you want to," I replied with a cheeky grin I didn't really mean. I was a little nervous. Braeden could see right through it.

"I'll stay for a little while, just to make sure you're okay. Then I'm outta here sis," Braeden joked lightly. I gave him an appreciative grin. A small one, but he'd seen it.

Madame Pomfrey had me drink disgusting potions; she cast spells, and used salves before coming to a conclusion. Braeden actually stayed for all of it.

"Fallon, your baby is completely healthy. It's you I'm concerned about. The vitamin you've been taking doesn't have enough iron in it. I'm switching you over to this," She indicated to a pill bottle. "And you're on bed rest for the rest of the day."

"C'mon Madame Pomfrey, I'm fine. Don't make me be stuck in here all day," I whined.

"Fine, you don't have to be in here, but I DEMAND you don't do anything for the rest of the day, maybe homework or something. And eat before you go," Madame Pomfrey flicked her wand and a plate of food appeared. I scarfed it down quickly.

"Okay, I'm done can I go?" I asked as patiently as I could, which wasn't saying much.

"Yes," She answered. I started to swing my legs out of bed but Madame Pomfrey caught me.

"I said nothing. No walking today. Braeden, would you be so kind as to…" Madame Pomfrey began to ask but Braeden cut her off.

"Of course. Not a problem," Braeden answered. He picked me up bridal style and walked out of the wing.

"Trying to give me a heart attack Fallon?" Braeden grumbled.

"Nope, just an accident," I replied.

"Good lord I can't wait until you tell Oliver. Between the two of us maybe we'll be able to get you to stop playing or doing stuff like this," Braeden whined.

"Not a chance. Don't even think that will work because I promise you that," I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll see," Braeden, answered.

"Casta Morta," He added to the portrait to allow us in. "You'll have to stay down in the common room or something because I can't get up the girls stairs," Braeden informed me.

"I don't want to be down here, everyone will give me strange looks. In case you haven't noticed I'm still in my running clothes," I argued.

"Well, all the boys upstairs are still sleeping," Braeden commented.

"Just take me up to the boys dorms. We can share you bed or something," I said in as nice a voice as I could. The beds were small and I knew my brother wouldn't want to share.

"Fine," He grumbled.

"Unless you want me to walk up the stairs to my dorm," I began. I knew this would do it.

"No, you won't. And you're right; people would look at you strangely. So up we go," Braeden answered more sure of himself this time.

"Thanks," I said quietly and rested my head on his shoulder. He tramped up the stairs and to his dorm. In the room were five beds; four of them had their curtains closed. Oliver wasn't here because he was captain and they had their own rooms.

"I don't see why Oliver never came down," Braeden grumbled. I managed to catch the words "bigger bed…" and things of that nature. I was able to put together that Oliver had a bigger bed.

"Braeden, I know you don't like sharing your bed, so go ask Oliver if I can stay in his room," I said gently. I knew he wouldn't need much prodding, and Oliver probably did have a bigger bed.

"Alright," Braeden agreed without a fight. He trusted Oliver around me, despite that we were going out. He'd never trust anyone else like that. He walked down to the end of the hall where another door was. On the door carved into the wood read CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS.

"Oi! Oliver!" Braeden called out because he couldn't knock. I did that for him.

"Aye Braeden?" Oliver called back, Scottish accent strong.

"Open the bloody door! My arms are about to fall off!" He yelled back offering no explanation. I heard heavy steps coming towards the door.

"And why Braeden are your arms about to fall off?" Oliver asked as he walked over.

"Because they are full of my bloody sister who is more muscular than I am and weighs a ton," He answered. Oliver was at the door by now and opened it. Braeden shoved me into Oliver's arms before either of us could react. I was so shocked; I accidentally made a death grip around Oliver's neck.

"Take it easy Fallon, I'm not going to drop you," Oliver said soothingly. To this I immediately relaxed. "Now why has Braeden been carrying you?" Oliver asked with a grin as he closed the door. He started to try and put me down, but I tightened my grip around his neck to tell him not to.

"I'm on bed rest for the next twenty-four hours," I explained. "I needed to be on a multivitamin is all. See, apparently I'm so active I wasn't getting enough food and nutrients to sustain myself," I explained. This was true. Madame Pomfrey did mention that to me, but it also had to do with my pregnancy that I fainted.

"Okay? And let me guess. Your brother agreed to share his bed with you because you couldn't get up the stairs to the girls' dorms, then he started to grumble that I had a bigger bed and he brought you here?" Oliver guessed.
"Right on the money, love," I agreed with a grin.

"Well he's right, I've got a bigger bed," He laughed. I looked over to where he had a bed the size of mine from back home. He laid me down on one side of the bed and walked around to the other side.

"Bed rest sucks!" I complained then added, "What time is it Oliver?" I asked. It took us awhile to get up to the Gryffindor Tower, not that I can blame Braeden, I'm not exactly light, and I'm rather tall after all.

"It's nearly seven," Oliver replied.

"Have you eaten yet?" I asked concerned for him.

"Yeah. Braeden told me not to come up to the hospital wing and to go get something to eat from the kitchens, so I did," He answered.

"You know, I'm really not very tired anymore," I commented.

"Yeah, me neither," Oliver replied.

"Wait I just realized something, our match against Slytherin is on Halloween. That's only two weeks from now," I was shocked at the realization.

"And we can't really hold a practice next Saturday because of the Hogsmeade trip," I added to what I'd said.

"Why not? I've canceled other's Hogsmeade weekends for practice in the past," Oliver argued.

"Because love," I began, "I don't have a dress for the ball, and I need to get one. I left the one from the summer ball at home."

"Yeah, I'm sure Angelina, Katie, and Alicia need to get theirs too," Oliver, noted thoughtfully.

"Yes, they do. In fact, when I go to get my dress, I'm going with them. You won't get to see it until that night," I grinned mischievously.

"That's not fair Fallon," Oliver protested meekly.

"Well most things aren't," I replied with a grin and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I don't think that is bed rest Fallon," Oliver laughed, "Not that I'm complaining."

"Oliver, when was the last time I listened to what someone said when I didn't want to?" I asked with a grin.

"Over the summer, at the ball when you wanted to kill the twins. I told you not to, and you didn't," Oliver recalled.

"Yes, but that required your persuasion of me did it not?" I laughed.

"Yes, but who ever said persuasion wasn't allowed?" Oliver joked.

"So, who do you think you're gonna have the twins aim for during the Slytherin match?" I changed the subject to our personal favorite subject, quidditch.

"I think that aiming at Flint and Malfoy would be good," He answered, though by his tone he was leaving room for my feedback.

"Why Malfoy? Harry has always managed before. Besides, there runs a chance of Harry getting hit by something aimed at Malfoy depending on how the two play out their strategies for the game," I explained.

"Yes, but think of how good a seeker Malfoy is. He may not be better than Harry, but he is still good. Under the right circumstances, he could manage to beat Harry out. Having bludgers to dodge would be a certainty that said circumstances would fall into place," Oliver replied.

"Yes, but if we were to have the twins aim at Flint and McLaughlin, then we'd be sure to score enough to make up for if those very rare circumstances were to fall," I debated, referring to McLaughlin, their keeper.

"Why should I have my chasers work that hard when I've got a seeker who can get the job done?" Oliver disagreed.

"Exactly my point Oliver. You have a seeker who can get the job done. Let us chasers who are always brutalized when he play seeker get Fred to cover our back and have George on team wide defense. If it gets really ugly then we can have George switch to help us out. You remember how bad we looked after the last match against Slytherin? We had to rotate Alicia and Ginny in regularly so we could get our bruises and blood cleaned up then switch back so they could. It was a nightmare!" I reminded him.

"Yeah, it was. I remember you refused to come out though. I tried to force you and you flew up in the air and refused to come down. That is a fault of having you as my 'fetcher of those who won't come down'. If you won't come down I've got no one to send up after you," Oliver joked.

"Of course. And there's no one else I can train for you. No one else is as gutsy as me, except for you, and I'd never teach you," I joked.

"Oh really, and why is that?" Oliver asked in an amused tone.

"If I were to teach you, next time I'm bloodied up in a match, you come and get me and make me substitute out to clean up," I answered with an evil grin.

"Yeah, well you need to sometimes," Oliver laughed.

"NEVER!" I replied in a defiant voice.

"Okay now you are starting to wear me out Fallon, we've been up since five am this morning. I exhausted. Lets get some sleep," Oliver suggested hopefully. I let a yawn I'd been holding back loose to say exactly what I thought. Oliver laughed and flicked his wand at the window, which now had a dark curtain over it making the room fall into blackness.

"Oi! Are you planning on sleeping the day away?" I heard someone yell at the door.

"What?" I asked sleepily. Oliver woke up and sat up.

"Huh?" Oliver asked just as sleepily as I did.

"Alright I'm coming in her-BLOODY HELL!" It was Fred who came into the room closely followed by George.

"Fred what are you yelling abou- HOLY HELL!" George cried out the oxymoron. I didn't get it. We'd woken up in the same bed before and no one had flipped out like that. But then again, we were both under the covers then, and Braeden had usually been around for a time. I looked at Oliver and noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt, and I was only wearing my running clothes, so running pants and a sports bra…OH! That's what they thought! Now I understood.

"Guys this is SO not what it looks like!" I said suddenly. Then Oliver understood too.

"Seriously guys, this isn't what it looks like!" Oliver added.

"Yeah, but that's what," Fred began

"You said over the summer," George added.

"When we saw you two kissing," [Fred]

"And you said nothing was going on," [George]

"Then we found out something was," [Fred]

"Well this time we're serious," I said.

With a laugh the twins said together "You said that last time too!"

"We didn't sleep together!" Oliver argued stubbornly.

"Who didn't sleep together?" A third voice came from outside the door, as if they were walking down the hall.

Then, came in one of the people I least wanted to see this….