"AND GOAL FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Lee Jordan cried out. It was the day before everyone would leave for Christmas Holiday. My plan had been a success. Thus far we were playing rather well. Braeden and I had just been playing pass back and forth while no one noticed Angelina sneak up close to the goal so when Braeden faked a pass to me and tossed it to Angelina, we had a hit.

"And the Ravenclaw keeper tries to pass to Captain Davies-but NO! Not this time, intercepted by Grier, the girl one, I mean, ugh, Fallon intercepted! And she pulls a fake for the goal at the left hoop and passes to Braeden who SCORES! That's Forty to ten lady and gents."

I was breathing a little bit heavy after those last maneuvers so I didn't manage to intercept again. I flew after them, though not as fast as I normally would have, I did just pull two rather nice moves back there.

They were making fast at Oliver doing some rather tricky moves, I don't know if he'd know which goal they were going for. I put on a jet of speed and flew upside down above Roger, who currently had the Quaffle. And, as expected he didn't notice I was there yet. I lined my self up just right and dropped my hands to reach down and grab the quaffle from the unsuspected Roger and toss it to Braeden. Unfortunately though, my leg slipped, so off my broom I went. Though, it wasn't as bad as you may think. I simply turned myself over and fell in front of Roger.

"Oh sorry mate, let me just grab my broom," I grunted and reached up to grab it and I hoped on while Roger still sat there completely flabbergasted. That's when I heard Madame Hooch call for a time out for an inquiry. We all flew down and floated in a circle just above her.

"Grier, I mean Fallon, Davies, what was that?" She barked.

"I was doing a difficult maneuver, and my legs accidentally slipped and I landed on Roger's broom before immediately grabbing my own and getting on it."

"Is that correct Davies?" She asked. He just nodded.

"Good then no one has to take any penalties from it. Now, back to the game," And with that we flew off, and the game continued. We fought tooth and nail, Gryffindor scoring, then Ravenclaw, with nothing to tip the balance. Until something did happen. Dementors came in the ground.

It didn't affect most of the team, they kept playing. I didn't fall, but I froze in place, the fight Oliver and I just kept replaying over and over again in my head. But I was vaguely aware of Harry screaming, and suddenly falling. And the Ravenclaw seeker caught the snitch before sending of a Patronus.

I shook my head like a wet dog once they were gone as if clearing my ears of water, though there probably was some in there as it was raining so hard.

I landed and we to the changing rooms where it was in consensus to go visit Harry, and no one bothered to change. We were making our way up the hill when I spotted Roger trying to catch up to me.

I stopped and turned around to wait for him.

"Fallon, are you okay? I saw you freeze up when the dementors were there. I've got some chocolate if you need it," He offered.

I gave him a warm smile, "Thanks Roger, but I'm fine now. I was actually on my way to see Harry in the hospital wing. I would offer to let you come with me, but I'm sure there is a party going on in the Ravenclaw common room you'd like to attend."

"I actually don't much feel like celebrating, but I don't know if I want you going to the Hospital wing though. I think I'd rather have you come up to my dorm with me. You can dry off there, and we can get some peace and quiet," He murmured in my ear.

"Well I do like the sound of that…. and Harry will be fine," I murmured as he kissed along my neck.

We walked up to his room, sneaking quietly through the lively common room and up to his dorm.

"You can take the shower first," Roger offered. I smiled my thanks and gave him a peck on the cheek. I grabbed some of the clothes I'd become prone to leaving in here because I spent so much time with him in here, but I noticed I was out of my own shirts, so I took one of his. He gave a light chuckle at this, but I just gave him a smile.

I'd never taken a shower here, surprisingly. His shower smelled exactly like him, big surprise. I just borrowed his shower stuff. I bathed, then got out and dried off then got dressed before going back into Rogers room to find him already clean.

"How are you already clean?" I asked surprised.

"What?" He looked up from the book he was reading, "Oh, I went down to the prefects bathroom and bathed there, so you wouldn't have to wait on me," He replied.

"You went all the way down there and still beat me to get out of the shower? Geez, I must spend forever in the shower," I commented.

"Not so much," He replied to me. He stood and he was about to kiss me when he stopped, puzzled.

"Fallon, when was the last time you looked at you stomach without the charm?" He asked.

"Not for awhile. Why?" I asked, not understanding his question.

"Because, it's not intangible when under the spell, and I think I just ran into you stomach," Roger smiled.

"Well I've got a spell to make my stomach, what you can't see under the spell to hide it, intangible," I replied.

"That's useful, but aren't you curious?" Roger suggested happily.

"Yeah, actually, I am," I agreed. I picked my wand up off the end table and took off the charm.

Below me, in my eyesight was a small bulge on my stomach. It wasn't huge, anyone would just assume I was getting fat, but it made me smile. I was five month along, so soon my stomach would be a monster bulge, but the roundness I saw to my normally flat and toned stomach made me feel, just…happy. I hadn't exactly felt completely happy, or been thinking about my baby. It was easy to push it from my mind when I couldn't see it, but now, I started thinking about things I hadn't before. Like names, boy or girl, and…then suddenly like a block of ice it hit me. The father of the baby didn't know. Before it bothered me because I was too afraid to tell Oliver, and that he didn't know, so I felt guilty to him that I had told him. But now, it was this child. I felt guilty to this child because it would be with me in roughly four months, but its father didn't know. I was having a pretty bad start off as a mother.

"Fallon, what are you thinking about?" Roger asked. I looked to him, and I felt bad about having to talk about Oliver in that tone, but I told him what I was thinking.

He didn't get mad. He didn't look upset. He just gave me a small smile and a sigh.

"Fallon, you and I both know that things between us have not been as if we were dating in awhile. When we started dating in October we were what each other needed. Or, at least I hope I was what you needed, and I know you were what I needed, but now that's not true anymore. I'm not what you need anymore. You and I both know what you need. You're gonna have to swallow your pride and tell Oliver the truth," Roger looked me straight in the eye, and would not look away.

"Yeah, I know, its just…I wish I'd have told him from the start," I admitted.

"Most people tend to do that," Roger replied, "but its too late to wish that now. But, when are you going to tell him?" Roger asked.

"Well, Christmas is only a week away, so soon I suppose. But first I have to patch things up with him," I commented. Roger just gave me a smile and pulled me into a friendly embrace…

The Next Day, at the Grier's, with the Woods in the House

"Fallon, he still doesn't know?!? You're due in four months!" My mother scolded.

"Fallon, he's not going to be prepared for this! You've had five months!" Ms Wood tag teamed.

"I know, I'm sorry. There has been a lot going on. And I've nearly told Oliver at least three times now. Somehow we keep getting interrupted," I replied honestly.

My mother shook her head, and Ms. Wood sighed. They'd pulled me aside to talk to me about this as soon as we'd gotten to my home.

"Fallon I hate to do this but," My mother began.

"We have no other choice," Ms Wood continued, "If you don't tell him by Christmas…"

"We will," My mother finished. I agreed, and stayed silent for only a moment.

"Dad knows, right?" I asked.

"Yes, and Mr. Wood. The only one who doesn't know is the bloody father," Ms. Wood answered.

We went to rejoin the men, but when we approached Oliver came out of the room and grabbed me by the arm and began to lead me off somewhere

"Fallon, we need to talk," He began gently. "I've been wanting to since before we left school, but now I've worked up the nerve and I can't let it go."

I was shocked, so the best I could muster was to nod numbly.

Oliver led us outside into the snow. We walked out old path. Our feet lead us automatically down it. Oliver suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and then the plunge.

"Fallon, I'm sorry for what happened at school. I was a bloody idiot about it. But I've been completely and utterly miserably since I made that mistake, and I can't live without you anymore. I get physically ill just at the thought of seeing you with Roger again. Fallon, I'm so fucking sorry…I love you; I can't do without you anymore. I don't know how to show you this any better than I already am," Oliver blew out all at once.

With more bravado than I felt I had I answered, "a ring would be nice." I was shocked at my own words.

Oliver was pale, from his own weariness, but replied, "I actually have one, I just chickened out on that part, especially considering you're with Davies."

"I'm not. We stopped seeing each other just before the holidays," I informed him. He perked up a bit.

"You know, I have the ring in my pocket right now," Oliver said, strength filtering back into his voice.

"So do I get a proper proposal, or is that it?" I joked lightly.

Old Oliver was back, "Who said anything about a proposal?"

"Well, I don't think you'd give me a ring just for being you're girlfriend again."

Oliver smiled, and took a deep breath, "Fallon Genevieve Grier, would you marry me?"

A tremendous feeling overwhelmed me. I don't know if I can even explain it, but I will try. That feeling you get when you dive into a cool lake on a scorching day, that's the feeling I had right now. Or that smile you get when you finally have whatever it is your craving when you get a desire for a certain food.

"So is that a yes?" Oliver asked.

"Dear lord yes!" I squealed. I leapt up and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He spun me around once, before placing me gently back on my feet. Our heads were tilted in, resting on each other until the nagging feeling came back. I realized what it was. Now was it. Oliver was supposed to know, right this very second…so, he would…

"Oliver, there's something I've got to tell you right now. I've waited too long and its time you knew," I whispered gently.

"Yes?" He asked gently. I took a deep breath. Oliver had taken the plunge once today for me, now it was my turn to do so for him.

"Oliver, I'm pregnant."

He pulled his head away from mine and looked me in the eye. Neither of us said anything. I stayed silent waiting for his reaction. He stayed silent as he collected his thoughts.

"Fallon I don't care. Davies won't get his paws on you just because you're having his child."

I smiled a real smile. I couldn't help it. He would be…happy at the news if he was okay with it being Davies.

"Oliver," I began, "Its not his, its yours."

He gave me a curious look.

"But Fallon, we haven't-since the Quidditch match, and your to small to be pregnant from then," Oliver replied. I withdrew my wanted and muttered two spells. One to make my stomach tangible and the other to make it visible.

"Look," I ordered gently. His eyes drifted downward and he gasped.

"Its mine, that's great, I mean, its good, but I mean, not really because I don't want you giving up your dreams. I mean…. I don't fully know what I mean. Why haven't you told me before now?" Oliver suddenly grew angry.

"Promise to listen to me. Every word I say," I asked of him. He nodded. "Oliver, I know you better than anyone else. If I had told you, you'd have proposed the minute you found out just to preserve my 'honor'. I didn't want it to be like that. I knew something was happening then, and I wanted it to happen on its own. And you'd have forgotten Quidditch. This baby is not going to stop either of us Oliver. My parents and yours agreed to keep it until we are out of Hogwarts, and we'll go from there. You'll get signed somewhere straightaway. I'll wait just awhile until the baby is a bit older then I'll get signed somewhere. You'll see, we'll be fine, I promise." I quickly placed the spells back on my stomach.

He took a deep sigh. He pulled from his pocket a small black velvet box. He opened it to reveal a white gold ring with a small, but elegant diamond. He slipped it on my finger.

"That is to show you that I still fully mean that proposal, but I need to go off on my own for a few day, to think this out. Okay?" Oliver asked for acceptance.

"All right," I agreed. We walked silently back to my house. There, I had snowflakes all in my hair, and so did Oliver.

"I love you," He whispered as the snow continued to fall diligently.

"I love you too," I replied equally tender. He left me with a soft and gentle kiss, before disappearating on the spot, leaving me looking longingly at the spot he once held. It reminded me though, if I'd told him before, he'd be here with me now, and I wouldn't be looking sad standing in the snow.