Forgotten

Book 2 Ch 5

*A/N: Sorry for the lower uploads lately. I normally type everything on Word before I move it onto Wattpad just because when I type past a certain amount of words, Wattpad just starts to slow down. I don't know if it is just my computer or the website, but it has been copying the text differently then what I typed out on Word. I'm figuring out what is going on now, but it will cause my uploads to go much slower than usual. If anyone sees anything wrong within the upcoming chapters, please leave a comment, and I will change it as soon as possible. Sorry guys, but I hope you are enjoying everything this far! Thank you for sticking with the story!*

******

"I can't stand another moment with him!" Harry said.

I smiled at him from over the cover of my book. He had been going on all afternoon about Gilderoy Lockhart's arrogant boasts and Colin Creevey's insistent encounters. It was fun watching him dip into shadows and corners in order to try hiding from their eyes.

"Lockhart won't last more than a year. A professor needs more than just sheer arrogance in order to teach at Hogwarts." I reassured him. "Put that down, Ron. I like to keep all of my limbs intact."

Ron had been flicking his wand madly at a beetle walking across the courtyard. I would like not to imagine to the poor beetle if I had let Ron continue.

"What am I supposed to do with this thing? I can't go the whole year without a wand!" Ron groaned.

"And could you please talk to Wood about our before sunrise practices?"  Harry said.

I closed my book to look up at the two boys. "Well, aren't we just a happy bunch today? I can only imagine the earful that Hagrid is about to receive."

"I just asked if you could talk to Wood."

"Maybe I could. Honestly, I don't know how much he will listen to me."

"He's your boyfriend, isn't he?" Ron said.

"Yes - at least I think he still is. We haven't really spoken much since the term started."

"You've taken up listening to boy troubles now, Ron?" Fred said and hoped down onto the wall that I sat on.

"Oh, stop poking fun at him."

George filled the space on the opposite side of his brother. "But really, Em. Make it so we don't have to wake up so early just to toss a ball around."

"I'll work my magic. See what I can do. Just don't rip my head off if he doesn't listen."

"Good, because he won't listen to us. He can't tell which one of us is Fred, so he is mad at both of us."

"Honestly, he's being childish. Let me go find him." I sighed.

I tucked my book into my bag and tossed it over my shoulder. Oliver was just being immature at this point. The boys all watched as I stormed up to the castle. I found Oliver with a few sixth years in the Gryffindor common room.

"Oliver!"

He reviewed me before leaving his group. I crossed my arms at his approach leaving a confused look on his face. He placed a hand on my waist and started me towards a corner of the room.

"What's gotten into you?" Oliver asked.

I glared up at him. "'What's gotten into me?' Shouldn't I be asking you the same question? You've barely looked at me since we got off the train. Now you are starting to wake the Quidditch team up before dawn to practice. Not to mention how you are treating the twins."

"I've told you that I don't like-"

"Yes, Fred, I know. You've made it very clear how you feel towards Fred, but what has that got to do with George."