The week went by really fast, and for that fact, so did September. Nothing too much happened, except for homework and Oliver being pulled away for Quidditch practice.
But now, the last weekend in September, Oliver and me came back from dinner holding hands and looked at the bulletin board.
'Hogsmede Visit, Saturday September 30th. You must have a signed permission from a parent.'
"Hogsmede tomorrow," he said, walking towards his normal seat, as I did as well. He pulled me towards him and I sat upon his lap.
His eyes had a bit of bagginess underneath them from lack of sleep due to Quidditch and myself. His chocolate brown eyes held the joy of life and I wanted nothing more than to just sit there forever. His bruises from his quarrel with Flint were healed and so was he as a person.
"Oliver, I just thought of something," I said to him.
"Hmm," he hummed, staring into the auburn flames of the fire, flickering from students continuingly walking by, finding seats on a Friday night for socializing.
"A couple weeks ago, after that fight with Flint, you said something about being more mature with our relationship, you didn't mean…" I trailed off my sentence as he gazed into my eyes.
"You did," I said lightly. My look showed my thoughts; it was scary, having someone tell you that they wanted to…you know.
Luckily after that he changed the subject, and that pleased me greatly. I wasn't ready for that yet.
The night wore on and by 11'oclock the Common Room was empty, except for the couples of Gryffindor House. Everyone in the room was making out, including myself and Oliver.
His lips were placed against mine and he was pushing gently as his tongue explored my mouth. I moaned quietly with pleasure; this was my vision of a Friday night.
After a bit more, he pulled away and said his goodnights before heading our separate ways.
The next morning I awoke late and hurried to ready myself, knowing Oliver was waiting. I ran down the Dormitory steps to see him entering the Gryffindor common room, stifling a yawn. I placed my arms around his waist and hugged him from behind.
"Morning Em," he said, turning around, and kissing me passionately. Someone walked behind me, "Ahem," they said.
I pulled away from Oliver.
"Sorry." I said not knowing who was behind me, but took his hand and we walked down to breakfast.
Breakfast passed slowly as Fred talked about pranks and George sat there, painfully and hurt. I didn't speak, and as I watched Oliver eat, he seemed to be getting drowsier and drowsier by the moment. I looked up and saw Flint eyeing us; his eyes were cold and a look of hatred filled them. His face full of disgust. I looked back down at my food, took a bite, and looked interested in the conversation Fred was having with, honestly, no one.
When it was over, I got up and had to help Oliver out of his seat. He looked like he was ready for bed, as all the older students passed through the door first, Filch checking off our names. He eyed Oliver suspiciously before letting him pass.
I led him, literally, towards Hogsmede, silently. To make him feel better, not that I knew what was wrong, I took him to the small Quidditch shop and then to Honeydukes. It seemed that nothing would make him feel better.
We walked down the street, until the dirty bastard Flint approached us.
"How you feeling Oliver?" he asked dirtily, as a young Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and a few Slytherins his age stood behind him.
Oliver looked up angrily. His eyes were bloodshot and his skin was pale.
"What did you do Flint?" I asked angrily, as Oliver pressed his weight on my shoulder, and I slouched to the right side.
"Nothing. Did you enjoy your breakfast?" he asked nastily.
"You did this to him!" I yelled.
"Now no need to get angry. Such a pretty thing doesn't deserve this loser," Flint said, moving towards me and stroking my cheek. I slapped him away and caught Oliver as he almost fell to the ground.
"Oh I'll get you, you precious Mudblood!" he said cruelly. I wasn't offended.
Oliver stood up on his own two feet now and eyed Flint up.
"You will leave her alone," he said, gaining confidence and strength back.
"And what if I don't?" he asked, as his goons behind him laughed.
Oliver's fist clenched together and he swinged towards Flint's face. He caught him dead on the nose and I heard a crunch. I let slip a tiny laugh.
"What is going on here?" I heard a Professor ask as Flint held onto his nose, and I saw a few drops of blood hit the ground.
I turned to see who it was, and it was my Mother.
Flint turned and looked at his goons before looking towards her.
"Wood here punched me," he said, still holding his nose.
"Is that true Wood?" she asked him.
"Yes Ma'am," he said, hanging his head.
"Well then Wood," she started, until I stepped in.
"It wasn't his fault, Flint was threatening me, for the 2nd time, and Oliver was just standing up for me," I said bravely.
"Well than, Flint, were you harassing this girl?" my Mother asked him.
"Never!" he exclaimed, clearly guilty.
"Flint, I'm giving you, and your posse," she said waving to the crowd behind him, "A week of detentions. And I don't expect you to bother them again, good day," she said, walking away and entering Madame Rosemarta's shop.
"That's a rip off, you're her daughter," he said angrily as Oliver eyed him up, glaring daggers at him, as Flint scrammed with his 'posse' and Oliver, wide awake now, held onto my hand, and we walked to another shop.
A/N: Well, what'd you think? Let me know in a review, please! Thanks! And the next chapter should all please you all, when I get it up! *hint hint*
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