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Roger and I spent an hour talking, sobering up, and rehydrating.  In that time, Fred and Angelina Johnson got into a fight, and made up from that fight on the couch, three Hufflepuff Quidditch players threw up (they can never handle their liquor), Cedric and Cho disappeared, and Oliver and Katie Bell were still dancing.  Well, Katie was still dancing, Oliver just stood there with a horrified expression on his face.

Slowly, the dancers became exhausted and made their way outside, mostly to get some fresh air. 

“Come on Roger.”  I said, lifting his arm and dragging him out of the chair.  “If you want to go talk to Samantha, this is your chance.”

He looked around the room hopefully and spotted her standing by the stairs, talking with another Ravenclaw.  Roger made his way over, leaving me standing in the room alone.

Sighing, I turned and bumped into Oliver’s chest.  “Hey, did you finally escape Bell’s grip?”

Oliver looked down at me and placed his hands on my waist.  “Actually, I told her that I still didn’t get to dance with you.”  He slowly began swaying side to side.

“Dear, there’s no music playing.  And I think the dancing part of the party is over.”

“It doesn’t matter.”  Oliver pulled me closer, so that my head was resting comfortably on his chest.

We stayed like this for a while, dancing to whatever song he had playing in his head.  “Oliver?”  I finally asked.

“Hmm?”

“What were you talking about earlier tonight?  The guy stuff.”  This seemed like the perfect moment to bring this up.  No one else was in the room, so there wasn’t a possibility of anyone hearing what we were saying.

Oliver let out a long sigh.  “We were talking about you.”

“Oh.  Thanks for letting me know.”  I stated.  I swear, these  boys gossip more than a group of third year girls.

“Charlie, don’t be mad.”  Oliver stopped dancing.  “It was nothing bad.”

I looked up at him.  “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t.”

“Would you just stop trying to find something wrong.  Yes, Roger and I were talking about you.”  I opened my mouth to interrupt, but he put his finger to my lip.  “You don’t get to talk yet.  You see, there’s something about you that I don’t quite understand yet.  When we weren’t talking the past couple of weeks, I was…well, I don’t really know what I was.  My life is too, too plain without you in it.  Do you follow?”

I stared at Oliver questioningly.  “You were talking to Roger about the fact that you need me in your life?”

Oliver smiled slightly.  “It was mostly to what degree that I need you in my life.”

With that being said, Oliver pulled me closer to him and kissed me.  We’ve kissed before, but there’s something different with this one, almost an eagerness to it.  And for some unknown reason, I didn’t have an urge to pull away, or to tell him this is ridiculous.  I think deep down, I wanted this, too.






Who knew how long Oliver and I were standing there, but time seemed to stop.  The only thing that pulled us back to reality was a soft cough coming from nearby.

Oliver and I turned to look and saw none other than Katie Bell standing there.  She slowly walked towards Oliver, and smacked him.  “You put her before the team.”  She stated, in what I suppose was suppose to be an intimidating tone.  Katie turned on her heel, and walked away.

Oliver turned back to me, a small smile on his lips.  “So…”

I suddenly felt really confused.  And the room was spinning.  “I have to go.”  I’m mumbled quickly, turning to go out the door in the living room.  By now, Katie was outside and telling everyone what she saw and interrupted. 

“Charlie, don’t.”  Oliver caught my arm and turned me towards him.

“Oliver, I need time.”  I stated. 

“Don’t do this.”  He stated, almost pleading.

“We just need to figure things out.  Take a moment.  Gather our thoughts.” 

Oliver reluctantly nodded in agreement.  “Tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, sure.”  I answered.  I gave Oliver a hug.  I’m not entirely sure why, but something drove me to do it.

Before something else happened again, I quickly ended the hug and left, the chilly London air knocking some of the sense back into me.  I was going to ruin whatever I have with Oliver.  We aren’t like me and Cedric, that friendship could survive dating and then breaking up.  What Oliver and I have is different, I’m not entirely sure if it could make it through the hardships of being rivals.  But who said it had to?  Maybe we’re not meant to be together in that way.  After all, we could barely make it though a summer without fighting. 

The walk back to my house was all to brief.  Walking through the kitchen door, I noticed that there was a pair of shoes by the stairs that did not belong to my father.  I sighed, exhausted, and made my way up the stairs.  I opened the door to my room and Cedric was standing in the middle of my room.

“So, you and Oliver, huh?”  He smiled slightly.  “It’s about fucking time.”

“Cedric, I’m not in the mood.”  I stated, opening my dresser draw and pulling out my pajamas. 

I stepped quickly into the bathroom and shut the door before Cedric was able to say anything else to me.  Sighing, I changed into my pajama pants and camisole.  Looking in the mirror, I suddenly noticed how old I looked.  Whatever happened to the bright and plucky eleven year old who was getting ready to start school?  She was replaced by a sixteen year old, whose best friend just kissed her, and not a friendly kiss either. 

Exiting the bathroom, I saw Cedric laying down in my bed.  “Isn’t Cho going to miss you?”  I asked as I crawled underneath the covers.

“Nah.  Besides, the party is still buzzing with what Katie saw.  She didn’t even realize that I left.”  Cedric wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

“I’m sure she’ll figure it out eventually.  Then you’re going to be in a world of trouble.”

Cedric smiled and kissed my forehead lightly.  “You’re great, you know that?”

“Stop right there Cedric Diggory.  I can’t have you and Oliver both confessing your…whatever towards me in the same night.”

“Our whatever?”

I smiled slightly.  “I’m not crazy enough to call it anything but whatever at this point.”

Cedric sighed.  “No, I suppose I already had my chance, didn’t I?  And you threw me under the bus.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “If by bus you mean mutual decision, this yes.  I couldn’t help it.”

Cedric and I laid in my bed and joked for about an hour – no pressure put on an act or be something we aren’t.  Finally, I began to start dozing off.

“Hey, Charlie?”  Cedric asked.

“Hmm?” 

“Do me a favor and don’t be too hard on Oliver tomorrow.”  I muttered something incoherently.   “I’m going to take that as an ‘okay’.  Good night Charlie-Girl.”






My head was pounding, there was no other way to put it.  I think that I got ran over by a hippogriff – a fat one, too.  The small amount of light that was entering my room from the window was way, way too much to handle right now.  I heard something rustle next to me and I automatically reached out to hit whatever it was.

“Bloody hell Charlie, what’s your damage?” A voice (Cedric?) asked next to me.

“Stop making noise.”  I replied, immediately regretting it.  My voice was too loud.  And high pitched.  If only I was a guy instead…

I felt Cedric leave the bed and heard him place something on the bedside table a short time later.  “Drink up Charlie-Girl.” He ordered.  “You’re going to need it.”

“Fuck off.”

Cedric bent down and placed a soft kiss above my ear.  “You got five minutes before I send the rest of them in.  I suggest you drink fast.”  He quietly left the room, leaving me alone under the covers to contemplate whether or not I could handle the Roger and Oliver without the help of a potion. 

I felt the color drain from my face as I thought of Oliver.  Memories of last night flashed quickly through my mind.  Sitting up quickly, I drank the hangover potion quickly and jumped from bed.  I suddenly had a strange desire to look presentable before Oliver came in.  I scanned my room hastily.  It really needed a good cleaning.  Suddenly, I felt very embarrassed and vulnerable.  Damn these new developments!





A/N: Hey all!  As promised (a little later than previously expected) the second half of chapter five! 

So, what does the kiss mean?  Can Charlie handle Oliver and Roger without a potion?  What's going to happen next? 

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