Fan Fiction ❯ How Can I Say Anything ❯ Sacrifice Your Heart ( Chapter 4 )

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"How Can I Say Anything"

Chapter 4

Oliver heard loud shuffling that woke him, but he still felt stuck between the dream world and the real world.

He was then awoken fully by violent shaking and a soft voice. "Oliver!"

"Noa?" Oliver said, looking up at the blurry figure, it was still pitch black out.

"No, my name's Alexandria Miran, but you can call me Alex, what are you doing out here?"

"I should be asking you the same question." Oliver muttered, feeling his crankiness and common sense.

Alex let out a short and exasperated sigh. "I've been here since my first year, ok?"

Oliver looked at her curiously.

"I heard everything in the commons room." She blurted out, seeing as that weird and senseless subject change had nothing to do with this.

Oliver groaned. "You here to criticize me about that also, just found me and decided to rub it in, eh?"

"Shut up, I believe you, okay?" She said in annoyance.

"What?" Said Oliver, sitting up quickly and leaning back a bit at the sudden dizzy rush he got. "But-" He stuttered.

"Listen." She said, putting a hand on his shoulder just in case he sat back too far and hit his head on the tree trunk like an idiot.

Oliver looked to her, studying her face, she had deep blue hues, like the depth of the night sky and her hair went down to her shoulder in a short bundle of light brown, taking an eerie glow from the moon's cascade over them.

She ran her eyes over him, a smile breaking out, he was a cutie, but there was no time for that, Oliver wasn't her's and she happened to deeply love someone else - Fred Weasley. Even if he didn't love her back, she still wished to hug him again. Back in her 1st year she spilt her potion on his brother, George, and accidentally turned him into a chimpanzee. Fred had been ecstatic when she thought he'd hate her guts, and he'd even hugged her! He'd said that was the best thing he'd ever saw and said she was brilliant! She could've cried suddenly out there in the surrounding darkness, that was the happiest day of her life, but she held her joyful tears, took a deep breath and said what she had come to say when she found Oliver.

"I went to talk to Angelina, she is in my dorm and she told me everything, I knew you wouldn't do that to Noa, even if you are popular, I've been around long enough to know you're too sweet to do something like that, and I know you don't know me or anything but I still want to help, I believe you and I'm sorry for all this."

Oliver looked down at the grass dully, but he was still happy, he was glad for anyone that believed his story. "I'm really pleased you believe me and everything, but there's no way Noa will ever talk to me again, what she saw was too convincing.

"Well, if you let me try, I can help you!" She said in frustration.

"How in the bloody `ell can you help me? I'm shit out of luck!" He said, getting hysterical. "I'll be kicked off the Quidditch team and, and, someone else would be capt-"

"Oliver!" Alex screeched, grabbing him by his shoulders and slapping him across the face. "Get a hold of yourself!"

Oliver winced at the burning pain that spread across his left cheek. "Uh - thanks."

"No problem, but now you have to listen to me, we'll go to our dorm, cause I'm in the same house as you and you're going to get some rest, tomorrow's not a class day so come to the library at noon and we'll talk this over."

Oliver nodded, even though he had just met this girl and was thoroughly confused. She helped him stand and they started across the grounds, back to the castle.

When they reached the portrait and climbed inside into the commons room, narrowly missing Filch and Mrs. Norris, Alex stopped him before he went up his dorm stairs.

"Oh and Oliver?"

He looked back at her in question. "Yeah?"

"Whatever anyone says, just ignore them, I know it'll hurt, but we'll get through this together, just hang on, okay?"

Oliver nodded to her, giving a weak smile. "Thanks Alex, I owe you one."

"I'll put it on your tab." She smiled back. "Now get some sleep." And she gently pushed him along and he went up the stairs, looking back at her before disappearing into the door at the top of the stairs, waving.

Alex sighed, waving back even though he wasn't there anymore, she rubbed her forehead and wondered what she was getting herself into, but all the same, she went off to bed, she was still glad for what she was doing, it was the right thing, and in the midst of all this confusion she knew if she fixed it she would get something great in return and even if she didn't, she was still glad she helped one less person from either ending up dead or heartbroken when they aren't suppose to be. She was just following her heart.

* * * *

Oliver stirred, every muscle in his body screaming in pain, he wondered if he was in one big dream, what if he was still under that tree?

He opened his eyes a bit and looked around at the posts of his bed and the hanging curtains that were shielding him from everyone else who slept in his dorm.

He sat up, looking at his wrist watch, he hadn't took his Quidditch robes off, just flopped on his bed and fallen asleep, it was 10:50am. He still had an hour and ten minutes before he had to meet Alex in the library, so he got up, thankful everyone else had left, but he still found some nasty notes on his bedside table. He only did as Alex had told him and threw them away, continuing his morning routine of quiet dressing, leaving his mind blank, thinking would kill him at his current stance.

It was around eleven when he entered the commons room, dressed in a scarlet sweater with a big gold strip across the middle and warm tan pants, he sat down, thinking better than to go to the Great Hall to eat, he was hungry and all, but he wouldn't die if he didn't have food for the time being.

After an hour of just sitting there and staring at the fire, with the exception of a few people coming in and glaring at him, sometimes spitting nasty comments, he got up and headed toward the library.

While on his way, he ran right into Noa with her best friend, Carrie White.

Both stopped and he did too, it was like time had frozen for all three of them.

Oliver resumed walking, if he spoke, she wouldn't listen, so he left her with a whispered "I love you" to the ear and passed on around the corner, out of sight.

Noa stood rigid, staring at the empty hall in front of her, eyes wide. Was he telling the truth?

No! Said a low and slithering voice in the back of her head. Don't let him trick you!

But - he had to be telling the truth, he never lies as far as she knew, he wouldn't ever do anything to hurt her, would he?

He knows you can't resist him, give up this "fetish" and get yourself something better, he's just a scoundrel, nothing more than a dirty thieving boy, if you go back to him, he'll just forget you again!

No! He loves me!

He doesn't, it's lies! ALL LIES! The voice screamed.

Noa felt her legs go weak and she fell to her knees, whimpering and holding her head.

Carrie kneeled by her, shouting worriedly. "Noa? Noa!"

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Came a sneering voice from behind Carrie.

She turned around, her hues focusing on Draco Malfoy, she let out a small gasp.

Draco's cold eyes met hers and he felt something like electricity go through his body. He lost that disgusted look and he was failed for words.

"My - my friend, she needs help." Carrie stuttered, her eyes looking at him sadly. This boy that stood before her, was her crush. Draco.

"Well ta-" Malfoy tried to spit out the awful words he was going to say, but it was like another voice took over. "I guess I could help you take her to the school nurse."

Carrie's eyes went wide, did Draco just say that?

Noa found her grip on reality just in time to hear Draco's comment. She shook her head and stood. "No, that's okay, I'll be fine, thank you." Noa looked to Draco, he had a glazed gaze as he stared at Carrie and Carrie was looking at him like he was mad.

Wait -

Noa ran Draco's last words through her mind once more. Whoa! Her eyes went just about as wide as Carrie's. Draco could've said that??

Draco snapped from his gaze and his mouth opened to say something but he looked down, mumbling sorry, further surprising them, he scowled and quickly walked off.

Carrie watched him until he had hurriedly disappeared around the corner. "Draco." She whispered.

Noa had it, this was too much to handle, seeing Oliver with another girl and Draco speaking kindly, she just let her body go limp and fall to the ground, hearing the last shrieks of Carrie, blackness swallowing her.

* * * *

Oliver sat at a table in the back of the library, tapping on the top of it's hard oak surface, anxiously awaiting Alex. Had he been hallucinating or what, where was she?

He was about to give up when he saw that familiar light brown haired girl hurrying toward him, dark blue eyes of the night sky gazing worriedly at him.

She was sitting by him before he knew it, putting her bag down. "I'm so sorry Oliver." She said panting. "I ran into some trouble." She looked to the side, a large frown forming, but she quickly made it vanish and replaced it with a crooked smile. "So, how are you?" She said in a faulty voice.

"What trouble?" Oliver ignored her previous question and looked at her with curious concern.

"It's nothing." She said instantly. "How are you?" She asked again.

"What trouble?" Oliver asked with a bit of anger hinted, grabbing her wrist firmly.

"Ow, Oliver!" She whimpered, pulling her arm from him and looking at him with tearful eyes.

Oliver snapped, quickly taking his hands away from her like he had been burned and shoved them in his robe pockets. "I-I'm sorry." He had no idea what was wrong with him, but he was guessing maybe Noa deprivation was driving him crazy, wow, that was just jolly good, he was a hazard now, he clenched his teeth and looked down, seething.

Alex watched Oliver with furrowed brows, messaging her wrist. "Oliver, pull yourself together." She whispered, squinting at him worriedly.

Oliver sighed long and heavily. "I'm sorry." He repeated and looked up. "I'm fine, so what about the plan?" He quickly resumed on their right track.

Alex thought best not to dwell on what had happened and answered him. "The plan - I thought up something last night-" And she went on to explain how they would fix all this.

"Are you NUTS?!" Oliver practically yelled when she had finished.

"Oliver! Shhhh!" Alex hissed, looking around. "You really don't have a choice and I really think this is the only chance you have!"

"My only chance is THIS?!" Oliver yelped quietly, flailing his arms in a circle.

Alex rolled her eyes. "Do you love Noa or what?"

Oliver hesitated but gave in. "Yes."

"Alright." Alex smiled. "I know this'll work if you just say what you've gotta say from the depths of your heart, make it emotional and have good proof!"

Oliver's mood was currently -crack my head open with a bludger and put me out of my misery-. "What if it doesn't work?"

"It WILL work, you got me?" She said forcefully, glaring at him. "Just do as I said and you're safe."

"Oh yeah, easier said then done." He growled back, rubbing his shoulder which was aching from his circling flails.

Alex ignored that comment. "Now remember, heart, it's all in your heart, just trust it." She patted his cheek and grinned. "Now I got to go work on some Arithmacy homework, so see ya later, oh yeah, and you better not chicken out tomorrow night!"

Oliver stood and rubbed his side. "Yeah, yeah. See ya." He muttered, waving a hand as to say -ah, go on and get outta here- then he left himself.

As he walked down the hall, head spinning, he thought how in the world was he going to do this, but he guessed maybe this whole from the "heart" thing would possibly save him, because if it didn't, he'd be the most hated wizard in school.

TBC….

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