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The laughter broke out of me. I didn’t really know why; something inside me wanted to burst forth. The trophy tumbled out of my hands and onto a shelf. “I…don’t…know,” I managed between gales of laughter. No matter how hard I tried to stop, I couldn’t.

“Yeah, sure,” Oliver joked, a wide grin spreading across his face. “So you just decided to start laughing out of the blue.” He snorted.

Still giggling, I nodded.

“Do you think you’ll be stopping anytime soon?” He inquired with enjoyment.

“No,” I laughed. “This isn’t even the hardest I’ve laughed. You should see me when I’m hyper.”

“Oh…” Oliver raised an eyebrow at me, then smirked mischievously. “Then do I have to help you along to laugh? Are you ticklish?” He poked me in the side.

“Hey!” I protested, still chortling. I backed up, hoping to be out of his reach.

Beaming all the more, Oliver lunged at me and started tickling my sides. This only evoked more laughter. Soon, he too was chuckling, then laughing heartily. I tried to push his hands away, occasionally taking a stab at his hard chest. Bits of pleasure tingled in my skin where he touched.

“What about your neck? Are you ticklish there?” He asked with amusement in his eyes. His fingers reached my neckline. Instantly, I squirmed and exhaled more fits of giggles.
My cheeks burned with bliss. I tickled his chest, but he was relentless. His fingertips continued to run on my neck and down my side.

Obviously our laughter had floated down the hallway, because before we knew it, Filch had trudged through the door. Our chuckles immediately subsided.

Filch glimpsed at us oddly and mumbled, “Back to work now.” I thought I noticed a small smile on his face as he turned away.

Shrugging, Oliver gave me one last nudge in the waist and resumed washing a silver colored plaque.

My next update may be later than usual, or maybe not; it's uncertain, because I've just started a new story.