It had been almost two weeks since our decision in the empty classroom. Oliver had broken up with Katherine yesterday in a less than pleasing outburst in the Great Hall during dinner. She had practically forced herself on him when he just snapped. Pushing her away and telling her that he couldn't put up with her any more. She was too needy for his tastes. I grinned at the thought. But thinking about our moment together after dinner made me blush.

"Are you okay?" I asked tentatively after the common room was void of all occupants.

"I'm more than okay." Oliver told me with a wide smile. "I'm a free man," he leaned back on the large couch stretching his hands behind his head. This move, which I'm sure, was intentional, let his unchecked shirt rise. Giving me the perfect few of his defined abs, and a dark trail of hair circling his naval that led down to his- "My eyes are up here, honestly your behavior is absolutely atrocious!" I couldn't help but laugh and blush as he continued to 'flip' some hair out of his face.

"I wasn't staring!" I protested.

"I never said you were," he replied with an infuriating grin. Lost for words I could only try and fight the blush that I knew was ready to spread over the rest of my body, and sat down.

"So," I said shooting him a side-glance while facing forward towards the toasty fire.

"So…" Oliver scooted over closer to me; and I couldn't contain the giggle that escaped my lips. Then finally our eyes met. Our smiles were bright.

Things between us these past couple of weeks had been fantastic. The thrill of having to keep our relationship secret from everyone was a rush. And it was everything, really everything, I could have hoped for. Except for the small fact that I was still a taken lady.

"What are you going to do now that you're single Oliver?" I asked him, pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Well hopefully I won't be single for long. You see there is this girl I like. Really like actually. I'm hoping I can persuade her to ditch her guy and be with me instead." he said jokingly, but I could hear that underlining tone of seriousness. I smiled softly at him. Turning my body to face him I let my hand move slowly towards his face. When my fingertips finally brushed his cheek, I was greeted with his usual evening stubble.

"I think you'll get the girl." I told him with a slight nod of my head, my smile growing. "In fact I'm pretty sure you can count on it."

"That so?" he questioned, leaning into me and forcing me onto my back. "I'm not so sure."

"Well then I guess you could pretend I'm that girl and practice…persuading. If it'll help?" no more words were needed as Oliver took one last look around the room before smashing his lips down to mine.

We groaned simultaneously. His lips were so warm, so yielding, as I sought entrance into his mouth. Mother of Merlin did he know how to use that tongue. Moving it against mine in an almost sin like motion that made me press my thighs together tightly.

"Oliver" I gasped as his lips moved towards my neck. I tilted my head to the side for him, allowing him the access him and I sought.

"Amazing." he murmured into my ear. "You taste-" a noise escaped my mouth, a cross between a moan and a sigh, "amazing." and then his lips were back on mine; more demanding now with his hands taking part in his assault on my senses. Suddenly, without my realization, my hands were on him. As if hungry for some small piece of him as well they sought their way under his shirt and with great gratification my skin was touching his warm flesh. We both moaned as I ran my hands over his chest, traced those defining lines that created his wonderful abs. They, much to my delight, were quite firm. I smiled into the kiss and I could feel his own tentative smile breaking through.

"Katie" he whined, breaking our kiss. He pouted at me when I didn't respond. "I can't kiss you properly if you're smiling."

"But I'm happy," I replied, "I smile when I'm happy." Oliver placed his head on my shoulder, shaking it, before finally looking at me again.

"I make you happy?"

I nodded, "You make me very happy." He kissed me again, but this time it was different. Different from all the rest he had ever given me. It was soft and lingering. But it held a certain air about it, as if it wanted to express something more. Something that couldn't be said. My eyes shot open and I lightly pushed him off me, breaking our kiss.

"Oliver?" my eyes asked the question along with my voice.

"You should get to bed," he said moving off of me. Slowly I got up and let Oliver walk me towards the girl's staircase.

"Goodnight Ol,"

"Goodnight Kates, sweet dreams" he leaned forward and kissed me sweetly on my forehead.

"Dream of me," I said with a sly grin as I backed up onto the staircase.

"Every night" then with a wink he was off.

Being with Oliver was perfection, and being with Jeremy, Jack, whoever was exhausting.

"Katie are you listening?" asked Jeremy with a hard gaze. My breath caught, so lost in my memories I had completely forgotten where I was and who I was with. "Katie?" The lie was on my lips but as he began to frown I decided against it.

"No I'm sorry. Mind repeating it?" I asked with a weak smile. He paused, looking over me closely as we sat in the library together. On a Saturday.

"You've been distant, in both a physical and mental sense." was it getting hot in here or were his eyes and voice that intense? "Why is that?"

"I've just been busy that's all." Shaking his head he looked down at the table, staring so hard at it I thought it might burst into flames. His fingers began to tap on the hard wood of the table and I began to get nervous. He'd been more temperamental lately. Snapping at me for the smallest things and grabbing me tighter than usual. Actually, too be quite honest, tighter than usual really means painfully. The bruises were getting harder to hide from Oliver. He blamed Jack for his violent attitude of course, but I couldn't help but think that they were becoming one and the same. I was frightened.

"Why?" he asked.

"Quidditch, homework, and making time for friends." I said quietly. My eyes, which were hesitant to meet his, finally took the chance to look towards him. He'd changed so much. The first time we met was in that group meeting; where he had started off by declaring his interest in the same sex. But as weeks went on in our groups, he was torn from the male counterparts he had been pursuing in favor of being by my side. Why though? I still couldn't fathom what interest I had struck in him.

Or maybe, was it possible that it was Jack's interest I had captured. Had I awakened that beast? My train of thought was cut off by the inevitable, Jeremy's gaze and locked onto me.

"By friends do you mean Wood?" my mouth felt dry.

"He's just one of my friends who I've been hanging around with." I explained. "I'm sorry if it feels like we haven't been together as much as you want, but I keep trying to tell you. Maybe we're not-"

He rounded on me without a second thought "No! We are. Stop saying things like-like you don't want to be with me! You do. And stop trying to tell me we're not meant to be. We are! " He drew in ragged breaths and reached to grasp my arm, capturing it tightly. "We're perfect together." The words came out harsher than I expected and I leaned back in my chair out of fear. Why had it been so easy for Oliver to break up with Katherine, and it seemed impossible with Jeremy. Jack. Merlin whoever!

"You're hurting me" I told him delicately as I tried to hold back my tears.

"This isn't acceptable." he said aloud and let go of my arm. Quickly, before I even had a chance to say or do something, he whipped out his wand and pointed it at me.

"Jeremy?" I whispered in fear looking about the room for some sort of help. Nobody; fucking Saturdays. "Please," the word pushed its way out of my mouth in desperation as I slowly stood, my movements being mimicked by Jeremy.

"Why can't you love me!" he screamed at me. His features moving in a constant grimace.

"Jack?" he took several steps towards me and my legs refused to move backwards. The tip of his wand stabbed at my throat.

"Yes," he hissed and used his free hand to pull me tightly against him. "Love me… love me!" he yelled into my ear as he pressed and twisted his forehead against mine. I sobbed then, unable to control my fear any longer.

"I can't!" I yelled back and suddenly I was thrown out of the arms of the twin minded boy and into the stacks.

"Stupefy!" cried a high shrill voice, and the boy dropped unconscious on the floor. "There will be no nonsense in my library!" cried Madame Pince.

"Madame Pince," I said lightly her name filling the empty air.

"Dear child, come along now, come with me," she came towards me and helped me up, "off to the Hospital Wing with you now." I struggled in her arms but my protests died on my lips as she stared down at me with a stern glare. "There's no way out of it, just come along. This is all for the best." And so slowly I moved along with her.

But now what?