A/N: Wow, this is the last chapter! (--wipes away a tear--) Thanks for all of my readers (AND reviewers), without you guys i wouldn't have kept on going! This is my first story that isn't a one or two shot to be finished, and i hope it meets your standards.
Please, who ever reads this last chapter, review, it would mean the world to me.
Sorry for the REALLY LONG authors note, but i'm not writing one at the end because it seems more finished with just a 'Fin.' at the end. (Don't forget to tell me which prequel/sequel you want after this story or if you son't want one at all the choices for prequels are, 1. continuing 'The Hogwarts Diary of Charlotte Bumbery'. 2. 'Letters from Charlotte Bumbery'. 3. 'Elionwy's Story'. Don't forget to tell me what you think!) Oh and one more thing (i know i'm rambling, but bare with me,) This chapter may jump around in POV a lot, you have been warned. ( the POV goes from, normal, to charlotte, to oliver, to charlotte then back to normal, for refrence)
Disclaimer: I own nothing excpet my satisfaction in finishing this story.
The Last Line of The Last Chapter:
Some younger student's looked at him strangely, but Lee just continued his laugh, knowing for sure that he would win.
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The next morning, Charlotte walked towards Dumbledore's (Alby's) office. Her currently hazelnut brown hair pulled into a sleek pony-tail. Little did she know who was waiting in the office with Dumbledore.
As she reached the gargoyle, she stopped, thinking of what the password could possibly be, she tried, "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans!", "Acid Pops!" "Lemon Drops!", "Sugar Quills!" and finally, "CHEESE CAKE!" which caused the gargoyle to leap aside, letting her climb the staircase to 'Alby's Office'.
She quickly rapped on the door with her signature knock (two sharp raps then three slow ones) and was let inside by a call of, 'enter'.
She internally gasped when she saw who was sitting in the other armchair across from 'Alby', but did not let her surprise show at the presence of Oliver. Instead she gave him a curt nod and sat down next to him.
"You may be wondering why I have called you here," Dumbledore (Alby) started once Charlotte had settled in her seat.
In response the two nodded.
"It is concerning your job offers. I was hoping for a 'yes' or 'no' at the moment, otherwise we have to find other candidates."
I hope he doesn't ask me first, Bumbery thought, because if I say yes, then Oliver might not want to except.
"Oliver, so have you considered my offer?" that received a nod, "So what is your answer?"
"Well," he paused, thinking of the consequences, "I think it would be a good idea, because I can fall back on it once I am too old for professional quidditch."
Well that's good, Bumbery decided.
"Ms. Bumbery, I assume that you have considered my offer also?" she nodded, "Your answer then, please."
"I would love to, thank you for giving me this chance."
"Your welcome, you two may go," Dumbledore waved his hand and the door opened.
"Goodbye Professor," Oliver said, then haistally exited.
"See you around Alby!" Charlotte waived jovially as she left the office, knowing that she had her own dream job, well her dream job since she was fourteen, a professor at Hogwarts.
- - -
A few weeks later, Charlotte and Oliver had stopped avoiding each other. Instead, they tried to forget about the truth or dare 'incident'. That was until one breakfast when Charlotte received a message during the owl post. That message read:
Bumbery-
There's something very important that I have to discuss with you. (And no, it's not marzipan pirates.) It is too important to write down here in fear of someone else reading it. Please meet me in the Room of Requirement. Ask for, "A Place to Talk."
- Lee.
It was only then that Charlotte noticed the dreadlock haired boy was not present at the breakfast table.
She decided to grab some toast, then go to find Lee.
- - -
I paced back and forth three times, thinking, I need a place to talk…I need a place to talk…I need a place to talk, Then I opened my eyes. I saw a door handle and decided to open it.
Wow… was the first thought that crossed my mind as I opened the door to reveal a large room, carpeted in red and with cozy white walls, along with a fireplace. There was a couch, an armchair and a black leather swivel chair, which was occupied. There was a plate of cookies, two glasses of water, two mugs, a tea pot of hot water, two hot coca packets and two tea bags.
I whispered, "Hello…" and the chair turned around to reveal Lee. He was wearing a grey suit, and was holding a farmiliar orange tabby.
Then he spoke, "Hello Charlotte, we've been expecting you."
"Hello Lee, um, why did you say 'we'?"
"I heard it in a muggle movie."
Really…? "Oh. And why are you holding Sandy?" I looked at my pet cat in confusion. Ampersand, how do you deal with Lee holding you, I raised my eyebrow at my cat.
"Again, a muggle movie had the villain holding a white fluffy cat, and this was as close as I could get, and before you ask, I thought it would look cool."
"Oh."
"Now, for why I called you here," He paused for dramatic effect, COME ON LEE! I want to know why you 'called me here'! "Do you remember the strange happenings a few weeks ago? After the truth or dare incident?" I nodded bashfully, since I was still embarrassed, "Well, that was my fellow Gryffindors, and they were trying to get you and Oliver together," My eyes widened in surprise and curiosity, while my mouth opened in shock, How DARE they, playing with my-erm- I mean our feelings that way! That is such a cruel joke, and I thought he cared about me- "THE REASON-" Lee yelled, obviously trying to regain my attention, "was because you and him are so oblivious to the other's feelings for you."
"WHAT!" No, that can't be true! I mean I know I like him as more than a friend, but him even liking me the same way? No way.
"Yes, now listen to this song Bumbs," he handed me a tape player that I had to press to my ears to hear the song playing, it turned out to be my favorite sappy love song, as soon as I heard the chords I knew which song it was, I heard:
'Don't go changing, to try and please me, You never let me down before. Don't imagine you're too familiar, And I don't see you anymore.
'I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble, We never could have come this far. I took the good times, I'll take the bad times, I'll take you just the way you are.
'Don't go trying some new fashion, Don't change the color of your hair, You always have my unspoken passion, Although I might not seem to care.
'I don't want clever conversation, I never want to work that hard, I just want someone that I can talk to, I want you just the way you are.
'I need to know that you will always be, The same old someone that I knew, What will it take till you believe in me, The way that I believe in you.
'I said I love you and that's forever, And this I promise from the heart, I could not love you any better, I love you just the way you are.' As the last chord rang out, I sighed, and out loud too.
"Why?" I asked.
"Just go get your man B.," He said giving me a playful shove. And I scooted out the door, in search of Oliver.
- - -
I was sitting by the lake, under the beech tree, when I heard a faint rustle and slam, I shook it off as Hagrid or something. Instead I stared at the lake, which was a slight sapphire blue, or at least that's how Charlotte would describe it, reflecting slightly the bright sapphire sky that night, which was littered with thousands of tiny stars.
I heard some more rustling, and turned to face the sound, and came face to face with, none other than, Charlotte, the girl of my dreams, stunning, amazing, wonderful Charlotte.
I decided on a smile, and a "Hey."
She quickly responded with a, "Hiya Trish!" Oh god I wish she would say I love you to me.
"Wanna sit?" I asked politely.
"Sure," and sat down she did, right next to me, so close that I could feel the heat coming out of her body, which was incased in a light blue sweatshirt and dark blue jeans. Of course it wasn't too close, but close enough for me to want to lean in and kiss her.
"Trish," she said after an awkward silence, only punctured earlier by the sound of the lake and 'Winthrop the Giant Squid.'
"Yeah," I mumbled, seeing as I could smell her hair right now, it smelled like oranges. I could not see her hair in the dim light, but it fell in soft waves around her face.
"I wanted to know something," she said, obviously prolonging the asking of 'something' by pausing to let me speak.
"Shoot," I said, unafraid, which I should have been, considering which came out of her mouth after that.
"I was wondering, do you sometimes think of me as more than a friend?" WHAT! Well that was certainly unexpected! What to say… what to say, but don't pause too long, don't want to get her upset….
"W-well," I stuttered in my nervousness, "um…"
"The reason I ask, Oliver, is because, this weird stuff between us," she pointed her fingers from me to her, her auburn hair (that's teh color it turned out to be, her natural one, the way I always liked it) swishing slightly, "it's been there since truth or dare. And there's something between us, and I'm hoping you notice it too," Well that is a mouthful! But she's right…
"Well…"
- - -
"…It's just that, I don't know, I think so," he mumbled away from me, so it was barely audible.
"I know," I said softly, and then I- but before I tell you, you got to understand, I was completely in love, and I was sure of it, and he just smelled so good, like grass and quidditch, but clean! And well I kinda lost it and…- kissed him. Right. On. The. Lips. Then and there.
After we broke apart, he asked, "Does that mean…?"
"Yes, I love you Oliver."
"Me too," he said, then paused, seeming to ponder something, then said, slowly and carefully, as if wondering what he was getting himself into, "I know what you want."
"What?" I asked genuinely curious, I mean, come on how could HE know?
"You can call me Ollie," he said bashfully.
"Well," I said smirking, "That was number two, this," I leaned in to kiss him again, "Is number one."
- - -
I shuffled away, out of my hiding place behind a bush and smirked, "Finally."
Fin.