Fan Fiction ❯ How Can I Say Anything ❯ Can It Be ( Chapter 3 )

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"How Can I Say Anything"

Chapter 3

Noa stirred in her bed, the sun shining on her half asleep face from a window near the ceiling.

She sighed and pulled the pillow that supported her head out from under her and put it right over her face, the sun particularly annoying her this morning or whatever the day currently was, she might as well sleep in since tomorrow was a day they had to go to Potions and all that other whoo hah!

She gasped suddenly as an image struck her head on and she sat up, gripping the covers, Oliver!!!

She ran a quick hand through her raven hair, her blue eyes gazing off at the wall. She had been kissed by him, he had come out and kissed her - what had happened after that? She strained to think and settled her elbows in front of her, resting her chin on her upturned palms, everything was so cloudly after that one kiss that could of, in her opinion, melted the whole of the Arctic.

More images popped into her mind, flashing before her, they had finally parted after a while and gazed into each others eyes quietly, chocolate hues swirling nervously as they looked into deep blue depths of amazement.

Oliver, at that same moment, was sitting up, his palms resting behind him, thinking of the same thing.

Noa closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, remembering the feel of his strong arms around her, she had to remember more - after they stared at each other for a long time, Oliver had spoken.

"I - I'm sorry." He had said.

Noa's heart sank, if he said he was sorry, that meant he hadn't really meant to kiss her.

Oliver had looked down with flustered cheeks, his eyes looking ashamed.

Noa had looked at him searchingly, her heart having sunk at that moment too. "What are you - sorry about?" She had asked sadly.

Oliver had looked up into her eyes again, looking relieved like she would have thought him kissing her was totally preposterous, but she thought it wasn't, it was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

"I just thought-" He had stuttered out.

"Oliver." She had said quickly. "I love you." And then she had captured his lips with hers.

He had looked at her in pure shock, but his eyelids had quickly dropped into a warm and loving look. When they had parted once more he had said. "I love you too - Noa Duben."

Noa automatically felt her heart jump in joy and she ended up jumping out of her bed and running around the dorm room, yelling happily and flailing her arms everywhere. Good thing that no one was in the room, she guessed it was lunch and everyone in her dorm had gotten up and were scattered about the castle.

Oliver smiled widely in his bed, standing and stretching as he remembered that same moment, he would have been jumping around his form too but Fred was still sleeping and so was his brother, it would be embarrassing if he had been caught. So he got dressed and cheerfully heading down stairs, hoping above all hope that she'd be there.

He entered the Gryffindor commons room and his smile turned into a deep frown, but he had expected this, she was probably busy talking with her friends in the halls, she wouldn't just go and wait for him in this room, she had a life. He sighed, what was he thinking, she wouldn't just be on command everytime he wanted her to be somewhere.

Noa quietly headed out of her dorm and reached the commons room, stopping at the bottom step of the stairs, spotting Oliver at the bottom step of his stairs, staring at the empty couch and it dawned on her that Oliver was looking thoroughly put out since she wasn't in that chair there waiting for him, she smiled wide and closed her eyes happily, awww, he was so sweet!

"Hey." She said quietly.

Oliver looked up suddenly to her, and his eyes lit up. "Noa, umm, morning! I think." He sputtered, splitting out in a big grin.

Noa laughed and felt her feet run toward him, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss.

Oliver smiled at her warmly, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her back.

"Ohhh, how comes we haven't heard about this?" Came a mocking voice from behind Oliver. It was Fred who had said that comment and George stood grinning amusedly behind him.

Oliver blushed and Noa flustered, the two breaking apart.

"Oh, don't let us ruin your little session, you were just blocking the stairway and we had to say something." Fred commented, walking past them, grinning with a mock glint in his eyes. He loved being sarcastically mean, not mean mean, but just funny mean, it was heard to explain.

Oliver glowered momentarily at Fred and George as they headed out the portrait hole, laughing and whispering to each other, looking back at Oliver and Noa before disappearing as the painting that blocked the hole shut.

Noa smiled and shook her head.

"Sorry." Oliver murmured, still glowering at the closed portrait hole.

"It's okay." She said quietly, sliding her arms off him and stepping away with a sigh. "Well, want to go catch some grub?"

Noa missed his hurt look when she had stepped away, but by the time she looked up, he had already threw on a smile. "Um, sure, sounds good." His voice faltered, but he quickly walked to the door, swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment's breath, then opened the portrait hole, turning to her with that same slopped on smile. "After you?"

Noa smiled reluctantly and headed out. "Thank you." She mumbled and they headed out into the hall, walking along side each other, the silence intense.

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Oliver walked wearily back to the commons room, it was around ten at night and he was just getting back an hour after everyone else from Quidditch practice, cause he had stayed in the showers to think over more plays, he had been a bit preoccupied and as much as it was unbearable to say, he was slacking off on Quidditch, his favorite sport.

He sighed and dragged his worn down body into the heated room, someone sitting scrunched up in a chair, catching his eye. He almost blurted out the words "Noa!" but stopped himself, seeing the hair to which that person belonged to was a lighter chestnut brown, more of a blonde actually. "Er - Angelina?" He said, craning his neck around to see if he could get a better look, not moving his feet for some reason.

The figure stirred and Angelina's face peered at him. "Hello, Oliver." She said a bit glumly, standing and walking over to him quietly, then her brows furrowed and her eyes flashed with what looked like lightning. "I've seen you with that other girl, Noa!"

Oliver stepped back, his brows slightly furrowing. "So?" His lips when into a light frown.

"Well I hate it!" She yelled. "I don't know why you don't love me!" She screamed louder.

Oliver clenched his fist tightly, feeling all the rage rushing out of him. "I don't love you! I love Noa, alright!"

Angelina's bottom lip trembled and she yelled again. "WELL, I LOVE YO-"

"Angelina!" Oliver yelled to her desperately, stopping her, his voice was a deep tone of crying pleading. And his eyes looked at her with pained sadness. "I need you to be my friend right now more than anything! Please don't do this t-to me!" He said, his shoulders lurching, he'd never cried in the last three years of his life and guessed if he was to cry now, he could let out a river. "Just please." He let out a puppy like whine, not on purpose.

Angelina stood there, her eyes wide and she looked down, her eyes darting around the floor, she let out a big sob and threw her arms around him. "I'm sorry, Oliver!" She cried, sobbing into his shoulder.

Oliver sighed, his face burning but he felt the tears hold themselves back, more penned up emotions to be thrown in with the other swirling billions in the back of his mind. "I'm sorry, Angelina, but really, can you please just be my great chaser, the one I can depend on, I need you here with me as a friend, I can't help that I have other feelings for someone else, but I just - need you to be a supporting friend." He choked out, running a hand through her hair comfortingly. "So, can we just be friends - like old times?"

Angelina nodded, her sobs quieting, he continued to run a "friendly" hand through her hair to calm her down.

There was a creak and Oliver lashed his head around, his eyes meeting with flashing blue hues. He gaped, this looked so wrong, him and Angelina like this, so he spat out something, anything to tell her it wasn't what it looked like. "N-Noa! I swear this isn't what it looks like, she's just sad and I was talking to her and and-"

There was another creak and more followed it as other 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th years came down the stairs to take a look at who had been yelling at 10 at night.

Oliver gulped, his grip on Angelina loosening as he stepped away from her, looking around at all the wide and staring eyes, hissing whispers exchanging up and down the stairs to the girls and boys dorm.

Angelina looked around, her face falling, what had she done?

"Noa-" He turned to look at Noa, trying to ignore the piercing gazes of all his fellow Gryffindors. The lot of them knew he and Noa were together and now seeing him like he was, this was awful.

Noa's brows furrowed and she clenched her fist, turning and pushing through the crowd and up to her dorm with a whimper.

"Noa!" Oliver shouted after her, reaching out a hand that he hoped could some how catch her and explain everything.

He stepped back as hisses got louder, everyone glaring angrily at him. "You pig Oliver!" A girl yelled. "I always knew you'd take advantage of all your popularity!" Another shouted.

Oliver shook his head. "No! I swear-"

"Quit making excuses man, everyone's saw!" A boy named Seamus Finnigan yelled.

Harry was the only one who seemed to stand there and look at him with trust, cause he knew Harry wouldn't know him to do this, at least someone believed him.

But as the hisses grew louder he dashed from the commons room and into the hall, hearing angry shouts and then Percy's high commanding voice, having just found them all out of bed and shouting, as well as Angelina's shriek to call him back.

He ran to the front doors and dashed outside, not once encountering Mr. Filch or his cat, Mrs. Norris to his surprise, but he finally collapsed near the Forbidden Forest, still a bit of ways from Hagrid's little cabin.

He shook uncontrollably, tears running down his cheeks as he heard the hisses replaying in his head, there was some awful and terrible stuff he heard from the whispering people that he couldn't believe, he'd have to leave Hogwarts, no one would ever talk to him again and he'd be hated for life and he'd lost the only thing he couldn't live with out.

Now he felt like he was going to die, cause without her, he felt like everything holding him together ripped open and spilled all over the place, so he crawled to a nearby tree and curled up under it's protective branches, closing his red eyes, tears spilling out and then he fell asleep.

TBC….

Dawwww, poor Ollie?? Right? Yep, I agree totally, lol, well stay tuned to the next exciting chapter, sorry for leaving you with a sad cliffhanger, please don't kill me!

~Joey