I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Chapter 21: Parseltongue

I woke up earlier than normal today, too worried about Ron and Harry to sleep. As I was already awake, I figured I might as well get ready and then I went over to their dorm to see if they were here yet.

Thankfully, they were there, lay in bed and sleeping peacefully. Although I was relieved that they were here, I was still fixated on what the hell happened with Oliver last night. There's clearly something bothering him but why would he swerve my kiss for it? I didn't do anything wrong, right?

Being the only one up and dressed, I decided I would go somewhere I hadn't been in a while, just so I could get some fresh air and think. The rooftops. There wasn't a quieter, more peaceful place than the rooftops of Hogwarts. That's why the twins and I used to come up here all the time, the only reason we stopped is because of everything that happened last year.

But my head was a mess, and I couldn't think of a better place to go to sort it out. So here I was, sat on the castle turrets, at 6:23AM. The sun was barely up yet, just slightly peeking over the hills, but still enough to illuminate the most prominent features of the school.

Then I began to think, really think, about everything, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling. Should I talk to him about this or not?

《☆•●•♡ time skip ♡•●•☆》

It took me a while, but I eventually composed myself and was now heading to meet up with the rest of the quidditch team for our first team practice of the year. I really didn't feel ready to face Oliver yet but I knew I had to.

"Morning beautiful," Oli said as I approached the group, pulling me into a warm hug and kissing my cheek.

"Morning," I fake smiled, the rest of the group beginning to follow Oliver towards the practice pitch, his arm dropping off my shoulders.

"Oi," George whispered.

"Where were you this morning?" Fred also whispered.

"Was just clearing my head." I replied, Oliver stopped in his tracks, shaking his head, causing the rest of us to stop too.

"What? I don't believe it," he said rather annoyed, "Where do you think you're going Flint?"

"Quidditch practice," Marcus said as he approached us, his stupid smile showing as he handed Oliver a note.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today."

"Easy, Wood. I've got a note."

Oliver began to read the parchment aloud, "I Professor Severus Snape hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today in order to train their new Seeker. You've got a new Seeker? Who?" Oliver was beyond frustrated at this point, I just hoped he wouldn't take it out on me like he did yesterday.

The Slytherin team parted in order to let their new Seeker through, as soon as I saw that greasy weasel I tensed up entirely. God I hated the Malfoy's.

"Malfoy?" Harry questioned, Draco just lifted his eyebrows in that cocky way that he always does, the way that made me want to shave them off entirely.

"That's right, and that's not all that's new this year." Him and the rest of the team all began flaunting their brand new brooms, thinking they were better than everyone for having them.