Love is All; Love is New

Two: The First Day.

AN: I use actual writing from the 'Goblet of Fire', so I just want you to know that some credit of this (Dumbledore's dialogue, mainly) goes to J.K Rowling. I'm only using it, to go along with my story!

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"You watch the game, Wood?" I take my time, strutting to catch up with Oliver Wood. He smiles and falls back in step with me.

"Of course," He nods.

"Too bad about Bulgaria, though. I thought they had it." I shake my head.

Ever so sweetly, I play with my hair and pretend to be shy. Fortunately, Oliver takes up the bate.

"Must be because they don't have you on their team," He flirts. I laugh and push my hair behind my ear as we enter the Great Hall.

"One day, they'll be lucky enough to have the both of us," I flirt back, giving him a charming smile before heading over to my side of the room, towards the other Slytherins.

My best friend, Skye, just shakes her head with a smile. I take a seat beside her, pretending not to notice her and my other friends staring at me, amusement written all over their face.

"I thought your Oliver Wood stage had passed," Skye rolls her eyes.

I look over my shoulder to the Gryffindor table, where Oliver sits down next to his good friend and teammate, Amelie Brinks. I hope I have a class with her this year... Anything to get closer to Oliver.

"Apparently not," Melony snickers.

I just smile coyly and turn around.

"He's the best Quidditch player at this school," Behind me, of course, I mentally add, "And, he's handsome. What else do I need?" I shrug.

Ever since last year I've fancied Oliver. If I didn't have to keep up this innocent part, I'd have him by now.

"But, he's a Gryffindor," Nicoletta crinkles her nose.

"Come on, guys. Are you really judging a person by which house their in?" I say, all saint-like, when in reality, I didn't care for anyone that wasn't in Slytherin, except for Oliver. His talent over-shined his Gryffindor pride.

"You are too cute, Florence," My best friend, Fallon, says, ruffling my hair as he takes his usual spot next to me.

Fallon Avix and I have been best friends since year one. He's seen the real me, a part that I've never let anyone at this school see. And, if my parents found out how much I shared with Fallon, they'd be furious; my mother especially. I told him that I have to act sweet, for the plan my father has for me. He understands and goes along with my little act.

Fallon's parents go to the same meetings my father does. I've seen them around the house sometimes. I asked Fallon what he knew about the meetings, but he knows as much as I do.

"Fallon!" I exclaim, and embrace him in a tight hug. He laughs and hugs me back as well.

I didn't see him over the summer as much as I usually do, unfortunately. I forgot how much I've missed his crooked nose and two different colored eyes. They really give me a sense of getting back to school.

"How was your summer?" I ask him, turning away from the others. I can still hear them talking about how silly my facination with Oliver Wood is. I refrain from pulling my wand out from my robe pocket.

"It was-" Fallon starts, but gets interrupted by Dumbledore taking his stand at the podium in front of the Great Hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" He makes his big speech as McGonagall gets out the sorting hat. I turn back to Fallon, it's not as if we haven't heard this for six years in a row now.