Fan Fiction ❯ How Can I Say Anything ❯ Hold Me In Your Arms ( Chapter 2 )

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"How Can I Say Anything"

Chapter 2

Oliver stared at the ceiling like if it were to spring to life and grow fangs he wouldn't care. He sighed and rolled over, digging his face in the soft downy pillow.

Noa's floating head automatically popped into his mind and he was fired with a billion questions. What was this feeling he got around her? Did she happen to have that same feeling? Does she have a boyfriend? He stopped at that one and shook his head vigorously into the pillow, he had more important matters to handle, like how to get Fred hooked up with Angelina - - Oh, really! What was he kidding himself, Angelina had made it clear that her eyes were glued to his "sexy" body.

He rolled onto his back and looked at his hand. What was so sexy about himself? That's what puzzled him. He sighed, staring to the ceiling once more. His mother had told him once that he put his friends before himself too much and needed to get what he wanted for once, but he did have all he wanted, he had Quidditch, and that was enough - Well, it WAS enough - until she came.

He sighed and stood reluctantly. Might as well not dwell over it, he should go for a ride if he was so troubled, so he grabbed his broom, not needing to change and walked out of the dorm, but stopped when he saw Harry sitting by the fire.

"What are you doing here, it's a beautiful day outside, where are your friends?" Oliver asked, looking around.

"They're at Hogsmeade." He said dully.

"Well why didn't you go? I thought you had permission?" He said perplexed.

"I do, I just didn't want to go."

"Why?"

"Why do you have to know?" He snapped.

Oliver quirked his brows. "Alright, I'll leave you alone, but since we both seem to have something wrong, want to come down with me to the pitch and we can fly it off?"

Harry looked at him and a small smile formed and he stood, nodding. "Let me grab my firebolt."

Oliver nodded and smiled widely. At least he had improved someone's day.

Harry and Oliver headed across the grounds, brooms in hand and conversation at a minimum.

"So, really, if you tell me what is wrong Harry then I'll tell you what's wrong with me first." He added bravely.

Harry looked at him curiously. "Alright then."

Oliver smiled reluctantly and looked up to the big blue, cloudless sky. "Well, you know that new Gryffindor we got, the transferee, we have about three others come in too. I think Dumbledore is starting some new student exchange program, but anyway, to the point." He said, seeing Harry's agitated look. "Well, have you heard of Noa Duben?"

Harry nodded, he had seen her during lunch one day cause Carrie had yelled out her name upon entering and spotting her friend.

"Well - everytime I'm around her, I get like - this queasy feeling."

Harry let out a small gasp.

"What?" Oliver looked at him in puzzlement.

"That's um - the same feeling I get - when around - you continue first."

Oliver just nodded and shrugged off his curiosity. "Well, I just like her and everything, but then Fred got mad cause well - Angelina's gone hormonal."

"Fred likes her?" Harry asked incredulously. "She seemed the type to go after all the famous guys."

"But I'm not famous!" Wood tried to reason.

"You ARE the Gryffindor Quidditch captain and all and we won a lot of games last year, so how can you say your not famous, you're the best thing that's happened to Gryffindor."

Oliver felt his pompous pride swelling up to where he'd burst bragging and saying thank yous, but he contained his boisterous gratitude and continued. "Yes, well - I think Fred is mad, but he's doing a good job covering it up."

Harry looked down at the grass his feet were trodding on. "So basically, you like some girl, but you're not sure and then Angelina is currently trying to "gobble" you and Fred knows so he's mad but hiding it?"

"Exactly." Said Oliver, a bit confused. But yes, it made sense, those were the problems, but it was mostly all his thinking about Noa. "So what about you?"

Harry blushed and clasped his hands together. "You know Hermione?"

Oliver wasn't too sure he wanted to know where this was going. "Yeah."

"Well - I found out that, I've got that same feeling you get when I'm around her, and well, she's all close to Ron and it's been irritating me, I have a feeling this'll end with me and Ron not friends, I can't control my emotions around them when they seemingly flirt."

Oliver nodded and rubbed his non whiskered chin in a wise way. "Hmm, that's tough, it's kind of like you're in Fred's situation, but not quite." Oliver looked down to Harry knowingly. "You should tell her how you feel then."

"But - I-I'm not sure if I like-"

"Well obviously you do, man! Go get her and if she says no - I can't help you there." He commented, his voice faltering from it's certainty at the end. "Ummm, I'll let you cry on my shoulder?"

Harry about tripped and went face first into the ground. "Really, Oliver, thanks!" He said with a raised and sarcastic tone.

"Er - your welcome?"

Harry gave him a look like "maybe you aren't that famous."

Oliver shrugged and put a leg over his broom, realizing they had walked out into the middle of the field and were just standing there, he kicked off into the air. "Care for a race, Potter?"

"I'd beat you." Harry boasted with a short laugh.

"Ah, yeah, you would, but hey, you never know." He patted his broom handle. "This baby may have a bit of magic in her to spare."

Harry split a grin and put a leg over his broom and kicked off, raising in the air beside him. "Alright, where to?"

"Full round the stadium is a lap, we'll go three and see best out of it all!" He motioned with a wave of his hand.

"Alright, get your marker."

"What?"

"Nothing. Let's just race." Said Harry, flying over to a nicely appointed starting place by the Gryffindor stands. He had watched TV while doing the dishes one day when Dudley was watching it, some cars that went really fast around a track to win or something like that and the announcer had recited that before they started.

Oliver just shrugged and positioned himself beside him. "Ready. Set. GO!" He shouted and they took off, Harry jetting into the lead, but Oliver was close behind, body leaning on the broom to make it go faster, he flew like he was "one" with the broom, Harry wouldn't exactly want to be "one" with his broom, but he had heard something like that when Dudley was playing with these guys holding bright pink and yellow sticks called "light sabers."

"Getting along quite well, Potter!" Wood shouted over the roar of wind whipping their faces.

"I'm fine thank you, you look a bit lagged."

Oliver grinned and did a sharp U turn that was more of his body doing it than the broom cause an usual Cleansweep 7 couldn't do something like that unless the rider was talented, Oliver passed him up.

Harry shook his head and grinned, speeding after him.

Noa looked from her dorm window as two boys raced around the Quidditch stadium.

"Noa!" Said Carrie, excitedly, breaking her attention from the Quidditch field. "Oliver is gaga over you, you should talk to him or confront him or something!"

"Carrie." Said Noa impatiently. "I'm not even sure if he really likes me."

"Well, the way you explained it, I figured he did, and a lot at that."

Noa rolled her eyes a bit, but a hopeless, giddy, smile washed over her face and she had a dreamy look. "How do I just tell him?"

"Don't, you get him to tell you, I'm sure if you get him alone, he'll crack, guys are like that." Carrie laughed.

"But that seems mean." Noa said pouting. "And then-" She sighed. "Oh alright." And she stood automatically, making her way to the door.

"Are you going now? Oh, look who's eager." Carrie grinned and then shooed her to the door.

Noa rolled her eyes once more and walked out, having no idea why she was making her way down to the pitch. She'd truly lost her mind.

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Oliver and Harry sped toward the goal and the two raced across the appointed finish line at the same time.

"Oh, that was a definent tie Potter!" Oliver said in excitement, his adrenaline was pumping and he just felt so great, he was overly excited.

Harry was about the same way, grinning from ear to ear. "Guess it's better that way I suppose."

Oliver nodded and they landed to the ground.

Harry looked to Oliver to say something, but Oliver's wide eyed look stopped him and he immediately followed his gaze to a girl making her way across the grounds and to them.

"It's Noa!" Oliver hissed and frantically started messing with his hair. "How do I look, oh I'm all wind blown!!"

Harry watched him with amusement. "You look fine Oliver, chill or she'll see right through you."

"Isn't that good?"

Harry shrugged.

Noa uneasily approached them her arms crossed and hugged to herself, the breeze a bit chilly from the warm and stuffy castle.

"Hey Noa." Harry waved pleasantly, nudging Oliver in the ribs.

"Why'd you do that?!" Oliver yelped out suddenly, staring at Noa as she let out a little giggle.

Oliver glared at Harry and Harry grinned stupidly.

"Um, could I talk to you, Oliver?" Noa said bravely.

Oliver looked at Harry in question and walked over to her as Harry just smiled and gave him a peace sign.

Oliver turned to gaze at Noa and the two walked off, leaving Harry to smile after them and head inside.

"So - what is it?" He said as they stopped under the shade of a beautiful oak.

Noa looked down and Oliver about melted, she looked perfect and he wished he could burn this image into his mind, she had her head down, her eyes soft and nervous, her hair swishing in the breeze beckoning for him to reach out and touch it, then nip at her lovely rosy lips.

He lifted a hand to her chin and gazed at her mournfully as she looked at him with innocent eyes. He would tell her if this kept up, he'd blurt it all out.

Noa gazed into his eyes, she'd melt herself and she had already lost her strong resolve, Carrie maybe was right, he looked ready to give into something, a feeling he'd like to tell her maybe, but how could that be, she had longed for him for so many days and nights that now seemed unreal, maybe it was destiny or a dream, but how?

She felt herself tremble a bit and opened her mouth to spit out a question, but it didn't come, so she shut her mouth and looked at him earnestly.

Oliver huffed up. He had to tell her, he couldn't let it go on forever, was this a mistake? But it seemed like their lives were bound together, so he sighed, his mouth wouldn't say the words now, but maybe his lips could.

He leaned in closer and kissed her on the lips softly, wrapping a gentle arm around her waist and pulling her close, slightly moving back to rest on the oak's supporting trunk just in case his legs got too weak to hold his body.

Noa closed her eyelids, sighing inwardly, his warm lips upon hers, this had to be as close to heaven you could get, she wrapped her arms around his back. Please don't let this be a dream, she thought, a lone tear sliding down her face. - Please.

TBC..

!GASP! So mean! But don't worry, I'll continue soon!!! ~Joey!