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A/N First of all, thank you so much to everyone who's reviewed (I haven't had the time to go back and reply to all of them)! You have no idea how much it means to me. Ok, here's the last chapter before the epilogue. I'm probably going to do a sequel, but I'm thinking of doing a Sirius story first because, let's face it, Sirius Black is the man. Also, I'm probably not going to get a chance to submit the epilogue for this story until after the submissions hiatus for DH is over, so I'm apologizing now for that. I think that's mainly it, so, without further ado, enjoy!:

    The mood in the common room that night was subdued to say the least. I was so angry at how Oliver had been treating me all day that I didn't even feel like studying. I had heard that Oliver cared more about that stupid Quidditch cup than anything else, and trust me, I knew that he really loved quidditch, but I never thought that he would treat me like that over a stupid quidditch game when I didn't even care about the stupid bloody game. Was I ready to break-up with him over something as stupid as this? Not really. But I wanted to be damn sure that he knew that I was pissed off about it.

    Sunday was spent writing papers in the Slytherin common room - not something that I usually did. Normally, my day would be spent in the Library so if there were any reference books that I needed they'd be right there. However, avoiding Oliver was much more important than having books at hand at the moment. And the one place I could avoid Oliver for certain? The Slytherin common room.

    "Well well well, if it isn't little miss 'I'm too good for the Slytherins now'"

    "Jason Avery, what in the world do you want?" I asked, putting down my textbook and looking up at him.

    "We were just wondering why you're in here, instead of off with Quidditch boy and his band of idiots."

    "Why do you care?"

    "I don't."

    "Good, now if you'll excuse me, I still need to add 3 inches to this essay." I turned back to my work, figuring that Avery would just turn and walk away. But he didn't.

    "Was it the game?"

    "Excuse me?"

    "Is that why you two are fighting? Because of the stupid Quidditch game?" He knew it was true before I even responded. He laughed, as if in triumph, and then noticed that the look I was giving him was not one of anger, but of sadness. "He's a wanker if he cares more about his bloody Quidditch game than you." Jason said, his voice gentler than I'd ever heard it. I looked at him in surprise as he slowly turned and walked away. This was not the Jason Avery I had known for so very long.

    I spent the next week ignoring Oliver. It was surprisingly easy, actually, all I had to do was spend as much time in the Slytherin common room or my dorm as possible. As for classes, well, we were getting into more and more practice exams, so there really wasn't any need for talking to him during those either. Oliver, however, was not having quite as easy of a time with my ignoring him. Ok, let's be honest here, he was distraught. Apparently he honestly didn't see why I was so upset with him, after all "it was only a Quidditch match!"

    Things finally came to a head on Saturday. Being utterly sick of the common room, and the idiots that were currently occupying it, I decided to take a walk outside. Oliver, it seemed, had the same idea. He was walking along the shore of the dark lake with his head down and his hands in his pockets. He glanced up briefly and saw me, freezing instantly. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't just turn and walk away, that would be stupid, so I stood there, no more than a yard away from him, staring right back.

    "Lily" Oliver said quietly after a moment or two. He sounded sad.

    "Yes, Wood?" I snarled. I was still pretty pissed off.

    "Lily," he said again, closing the distance between us in one giant step. He took my chin in his hand and looked into my eyes. His warm, chocolate brown eyes were begging me for forgiveness. "I'm sorry. Merlin, I am so sorry. I don't even know what I did wrong and I'm sorry! But mostly, I'm sorry because I've made a total bollocks of the best thing that's ever happened to me." Slowly, gently, he brought his lips to mine. At first, being taken in by his words, I did nothing. Eventually my senses came back to me and I pulled away.

    "Oliver, you don't even know why I'm mad at you!"

    "Does it matter? I'm so sorry, please, give me another chance." He looked so pathetic, but I wasn't quite ready to forgive him just yet.

    "I love you, Oliver, but I'm not so sure you feel the same." I said quietly as I turned
and walked back into the castle. Way to ruin a beautiful weekend.

    I woke up the next morning to find a vibrant red rose on my bedside table, and there was a note attached.
I'm still not sure exactly what I did to make you so upset, but it's killing me. It's killing me that I did something to hurt you, and it's killing me not spending every minute of my time with you. You told me yesterday that you weren't sure if I really loved you, but somewhere, deep inside, you must know that I love you more than anything. I love you more than Quidditch, I would even stop playing if it meant that you would be with me just a little while longer. Please forgive me?
~ Oliver Wood

    I was in tears by the end of the note. Of course I had to forgive him now, and maybe I'll even tell him what he did wrong sometime. I wiped the tears from my face and quickly got dressed before heading out to find Mr. Wood himself.  I found him in the great all and ran into his arms, kissing him.

    "Good morning to you, too, love." He grinned that cheeky grin of his.

    "Do you mean it?" I asked, my vulnerability shinning through my eyes, pleading with him not to break my heart.

    "Of course. I'll write the letter to Puddlemere right now if you want me to." Oliver looked sad but determined as he uttered those words. He began to pull away, in order to search for a quill and parchment.

    "No." that stopped him quick.

    "I thought…Isn't this what you wanted?"

    "No, Oliver, I'd never ask you to give up Quidditch." He looked at me, now utterly flummoxed, which made me laugh as I continued. "I just wanted to know that you would." I whispered.

    The school year was rapidly coming to a close, exams were taking over our lives, and our futures were looming like ever-present storm clouds on the horizon. In a little over a week we would no longer be in Hogwarts, we'd be in the real world. Oliver, I feared, would find someone prettier and smarter and all around better than I was and leave me (ok, ok, so it was an irrational fear). I'd probably be moving out of my father's house, but then what? Where would my life take me? More and more I found myself debating these questions instead of studying for my N.E.W.T.s, which is probably why I sat there, in my last exam ever, staring at a completely blank parchment and freaking out for a good 10 minutes before I even attempted to begin.

    Boy was I glad when that exam was over. Oliver and I made our way to the grounds, deciding to take in the beautiful day before our teachers let us know how poorly we did in their classes this year. We sat under a tree by the dark forest, quietly taking in our surroundings and reveling in our freedom.

    "What do you think's going to happen after we leave here?" I asked suddenly.

    "I dunno, Lil. I s'pose we'll go on with our lives, though it is kind of odd to think that we're not going to be coming back here next year." I nodded and leaned against him. "Lily?" he said, quietly, nervously.


    "Can I ask you something?"

    "You just did, genius, but yeah, go ahead."

    "Well, after we leave here, well, I mean, Puddlemere, they're putting me up in a real nice flat in London." I was totally lost. Why was he telling me that his team had bought him a flat?


    "Well, and I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to."

    "Oliver, stop stuttering, what are you trying to ask me?"

    "Well, I know you're going to be working for the ministry, right? And that's in London, too, so, I mean, I figured, maybe you could move in with me? Only if you wanted to of course." He was so cute when he was nervous.

    "What are you, stupid?" I asked him. His face fell.

    "It was a bad idea, I knew it was, I shouldn't've - "

    "Of course I'll move in with you, silly," I said, cutting off his rambling.

    We sat in silence until the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon. "I still can't believe that it's all ending." I said, sadly. Oliver wrapped his arms around me and replied.

    "What are you talking about? It's all just beginning."

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