"Tara? That's a nice name," Katie voiced her approval.

We all ended up eating lunch in there and they left. Oliver informed me of the homework I had, which was only a six-inch essay from Hagrid on the bowtruckle. I decided I felt like a shower. That only killed five minutes before I was stuck in bed again.

I actually did my homework same day it was assigned. That was a first. And then, I was bored again…the next two weeks were going to suck. I mean really suck. Even with Oliver and everyone coming into keep me company during their breaks, they'd have practice and stuff. Maybe I could talk Oliver into letting Roger to visit during practice. Yeah, I think I'll do that.

In the mean time…sleep I guess….

"Sleeping again Fallon?" Oliver woke me up quietly later.

"Hmm? Oh, hey," I greeted warmly, "There's nothing else to do, I actually did my homework the day it was assigned…I'm bored out of my mind here Oliver."

He chuckled a little in the low voice I'd become accustomed to, "I'll see what I can find for you to do. Have you picked everything for the wedding? My mom wants to know soon."

"No, I don't like anything in that last catalog, it all looked so extremely girly and fragile," I replied with a sigh.

"I'll ask mum to send another," He soothed.

"Thanks," I replied still quiet. Oliver nuzzled my neck a bit and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

"Anything else I can do?" He asked. I shook my head no.

"I'm going to get something from the kitchen for our dinner and I'll be right back, okay?" He offered.

"Okay, thanks," I replied with a warm smile. He really was amazing.

He returned and we ate. He pecked me good-bye and made his way off for Quidditch practice and I was left alone again. I didn't blame him, I mean, I knew he had stuff to do, I just got bored, and lonely being stuck in our room alone all day. I'd have to remember to ask Oliver to give Roger the password.

The next day I sent my already complete work with Oliver…okay, I gave it to him the night before. There was no way I'd be cooperative enough in the morning to function that much.

Later when he came for his break, I made my request.

"Oliver would you give Roger the password?" I asked.

"Why?" He asked. He wasn't completely happy about the request, but he wasn't suspicious or anything.

"Because I get bored, and he could come during his breaks. Please?" I asked.

Oliver chuckled softly, "I can't say no when you get that look on your face."

"Thank you," I replied gratefully.

The next two weeks passed slowly. Everyone now knew what was going on with me, all our friends I mean. They all did treat me a bit oddly, but I soon put a stop to it. I did have enough sense to not let my Animagus secret out. Nothing eventful happened during those two weeks other than I finally picked out my wedding stuff. Mrs. Wood, Marla, as she wanted me to call her, had sent me a sheet telling me everything to pick, and I finally had.

Flowers: Red and White Lilies, and Mrs. Wood said there should be some roses

Building: Inside a church.

Food and Cake: I've no idea. I told Mrs. Wood to handle it and the cake. I just requested there be something Oliver and I would eat.

Travel: We'd go everywhere by limo, a tradition wizards picked up from muggles

Dresses: I picked a solid red halter floor length dress for the bridesmaids. My dress was a strapless floor length dress. It was white, obviously, with red silk ribbon at the top and bottom. It was puffy, but it flared at the hip.

And the schedule for the reception and what not I also left up to Mrs. Wood, and my mother who was also planning. The only thing I requested was an afternoon wedding.

As for a honeymoon, Oliver and I figured we'd go on one later, but for the mean time, I didn't really want one right after the wedding. Maybe this summer.

Finally on the start of what would have been my third week in bed Madame Pomfrey came by and ran a few tests.

"Well dear, you are good to go. Just, do be careful this time?" She requested playfully.

"Of course," I laughed. And the next day I could finally go to classes again!

Next Day

"Why was I so excited to get back to class?" I groaned to Oliver as we left Potions.

Oliver gave a hearty laugh and replied, "Because you were bored?"

I gave him a pseudo glare to which he just laughed more.

"Hey mates," Braeden walked up.

"Hey bro," I replied and messed up his hair. He simply shook his head and it all fell back into place. I rolled my eyes but said nothing.

"So what happened in…"Oliver began talking to Braeden but I didn't hear. We were approaching a group of Slytherins, one in particular. I thought I was over what he'd done. I really though I was okay. But, I hadn't seen Flint since then. When I saw him this time though, I realized in a big way I was not over what he'd done.

"How're you doing Grier?" Flint said in a slimy tone. My eyes widened and I pulled a dead stop for a moment. He and his group of friends began laughing at this. No, that was it.

I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall. It didn't matter that I hadn't been able to run and practice like normal, my metabolism kept me in shape, and I was a tall person.

"Flint you are an underhanded slimy excuse of a human being, though I find it questionable if are one. If you ever lay another hand on me I swear to Merlin you will not live to see the next day. Do I make myself clear?" I growled.

"You know-" Flint tried to begin but I slammed him into the wall again.

"Do I make myself clear?" I repeated.

"Crystal," He spat.

I let him go and began to make my way back to my awestruck boys.

"Whore," I heard Flint mutter under his breath. I tried to turn around and get back to him but Oliver and Braeden each grabbed an arm and pulled me away (they had to work very hard I might add) as I spat back:

"I heard that you bloody git!"

"Fallon he's not worth it," Braeden grunted. I continued to fight against their restraint as Flint from vanished into the darkness of the dungeon. Soon his little group had disappeared but still I was in a blind rage.

"This is ridiculous!" I vaguely heard Oliver say, "Braeden you're going to have to forgive me for this one." He grabbed my other arm from Braeden slammed me into the wall as softly as he could without losing enough momentum for me to get free then captured my lips with his own.

He was right, it was enough to calm me down, and all the while we could hear Braeden complaining of having to be in the vicinity.

We broke apart I was breathing heavily and Oliver was less so.

"Can you control yourself now?" He asked. I nodded through my panting.

"Good," He added.

"Oliver, I'm glad you got her under control but I never want to see you kiss my sister like that again," Braeden blurted candidly.

"Sorry bro," I said my first calm words, "We'll try not to let it happen again. And thanks you two." And that was the last we spoke of it.

The weeks passed on, but something was pressing on my mind. We had a match against Slytherin the week after Valentines Day. It would actually be a championship game in a sense. If we won, we won the cup. If we lost it was still up for debate. I wanted to play in that match. I couldn't get even with Flint outside the pitch, but I damn sure could inside it. It was just convincing Oliver to let me play that would be the problem. But I had a score to settle, in a big way.

Before then though, there was a Hogsmeade trip, and I believe Oliver was planning something. It did happen to be on Valentines Day.

"Oliver," I laughed, "Where are you taking me?" I was blindly being lead down a path. I know we'd been on the main street of Hogsmeade, but we'd left it some time ago.

"Fallon, we're going to need to fly for a little while, but I'll help you get up," Oliver explained as he stopped.

"So I'm still stuck in a blind fold?" I asked him easily.

"Yup, sorry love," I heard him chuckle and felt a peck on my cheek. "Here's the broom," he handed it to me. I immediately mounted it but managed to resist the urge to automatically kick off. "That's it Fal, just wait for me," Oliver warned gently. I felt him come up behind me, wrap his arms around me and take the broomstick in his hands. "I'm about to kick off," He whispered.

There was a sharp kick from Oliver and then I felt the exhilarating rushing sensation of flight. He moved us forward at a decent, but gentle pace.

A short time later I felt us descend.

"Oliver, will you please take this blindfold off?" I asked politely.

"Just one minute. In the mean time you can take the spell off your stomach. No one will find us here," He replied. I took the spell off and then I heard him mutter a few incantations, probably lighting since it must have gotten dark by now. "There, done," Oliver said. He slipped the silky material from my eyes and I gasped at what lay before me.

We were on top of a small peak. It could have been a large hill or a small mountain. It was pitch black except for the stars that lit the night. On the ground there was a thick blanket, and around it, hovering in the air were small soft silver orbs of light. There were two pillows; obviously we were going to watch the stars. There was also a basket that I suspected contained food.

"Oliver, this is beautiful, thank you," I murmured. He gently took my hand and led me to the blanket. He gave me a warm smile and offered me a glass of pumpkin juice. No alcohol, we had Tara to think about. I had a gift for him too, it was just something I couldn't show him or wrap up, but I think he'll like it nonetheless.

We ate in silence. We didn't need anything else. Being here, with each other on night like tonight was enough to fuel emotions to rival even those on that winter day when he proposed.

"Oliver this is the best Valentine's gift I've ever gotten. It's amazing. Thank you," I took a breath before beginning again, "I've got a gift for you too Oliver."

"You didn't need to do that Fallon," Oliver said in a completely serious tone.

"No, but I wanted to," I replied. Oliver just shook his but look at me expectantly.

"Puddlmere United," Was all I said at first, but of course Oliver wouldn't understand what just that meant. "They've contacted me. They want me to play over the summer for the pro's draft summer program. I told them I could, but I wanted you to come. They nearly died Oliver. They thought you wouldn't even look their way. Oliver, we've both got spots on a summer draft pro team. They're even looking at Braeden too," I informed him with pleasure.

He was dumbstruck for a moment, as if he couldn't even begin to comprehend what I had said. Finally he covered my lips in a fiery passion that was enough to engulf us both.

"Fallon, you are one amazing woman. You may not be able to comprehend why you deserve love, but that is why Fallon, because anyone who ever had the chance to love you is blessed," He murmured.

"I love you too Oliver," I murmured. Now was the time to ask, "I need to ask you a favor though Oliver, and you're not going to like it. You're not going to want to say yes, but I'm going to ask you to trust me."

"Whatever it is, name it," Oliver begged of me, so I gave him what he asked.

"I want to play in that match against Slytherin," I said in a confident voice.

"Fallon, I thought we agreed you wouldn't play until after Tara was born. Why are you second-guessing? Especially where a match against Slytherin is concerned? You could get hurt so easily in a match against them."

"Because Oliver, I'm not through with Flint, and I've got a score to settle that can only be settled on a pitch. Please, let me-" I pleaded, but he cut me off.

"Please don't ask me again, you know I can't say no when you really want something," Oliver asked.

"Oliver, I won't practice, I just want to play. Please," I requested quietly, pleadingly. He took a long look in my eyes and sighed.

"Of course Fallon. Just please be careful," Oliver begged.

"Always," I replied honestly. He pulled me to him. I rested my head on his chest and we watched the stars for the rest of the night.

The Next Day

I didn't know it, but today was the day that my last remaining secret, and perhaps my most important would be coming out that very day. Yes, that was the day most of Hogwarts would find out about Tara….

"Oliver…" I murmured. We'd fallen asleep on the hilltop that night. It didn't register that it was Sunday, and Braeden, being the over the top person he was, might freak out if we didn't return that night. It didn't register that we should hurry.

"Oliver, wake up," I murmured again. I rolled over and leaned over him a little, my belly prohibiting anything more.

"Hmm…Fallon? What time is it?" He asked.

"I don't know, but we fell asleep last night," I gave Oliver a peck on the lips.

"Last night?" He murmured not fully awake enough to understand. Suddenly though it hit him. "Last night! Crap, Braeden gonna throw a fit! Let's go!" He jumped up and with a flick of his wand cleaned everything up and fitted it into the picnic basket, including my wand.

"Let's go," Oliver said. I jumped on the broom in front of him and we took off. I quickly saw how far we were from the school. Oliver must have disapperated us last night before we'd flown. "I'm about to apparate to above Hogsmeade," He warned. I grabbed his torso tighter, to which I heard a contented sigh. We were above Hogsmeade a moment later.

We continued to fly until we were close enough to the castle to begin to descend. We landed right on the top of the stairs in front of the doors.

"Good aim love," I complimented him.

"As always," Oliver said with cocky tones in his voice. He opened the door for me and I walked in, thanking him with a smile.

In the entrance hall leading from the Great Hall everyone was just coming out from breakfast. Oliver and my entrance drew a bit of attention, sure, but I still didn't understand why we were being stared at until I finally asked a gaped mouth Braeden.

"Braeden, what's wrong?" I asked.

Solemnly he answered, "You forgot to put your spells back on." I'd forgotten to put my spells back on. Everyone could see my stomach, and that meant they knew what was going on. Everyone, including Marcus Flint.