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Fortune_Cookie · 03-30-2006, 01:15 AM

The next fluffy chapter! Enjoyy!

When I entered my room after our walk, I found a note lying on my pillow. It read, ”Grace, be prepared to wake up early tomorrow. I have a surprise for you. Love, Oliver.” Smiling, I slipped it on my night table and fell asleep as my head touched the pillow.

I awoke the next morning to someone whispering, “Grace! Wake up!” They were shaking my shoulders gently. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes. Oliver’s face was inches from mine.

“Oliver! Boys aren’t allowed in the girls’ dorms!” I warned, trying to keep my voice down. My head was still groggy. No light shone from the windows; everything was dim.

“I know, that’s why we have to be quiet and go to the common room before anyone wakes up,” Oliver explained quickly. “I have your Christmas present.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. I padded after him, eager to unwrap my gift.

The fire was ablaze, projecting flecks of light onto the walls. It was extremely warm, but not stuffy. We sat down on the couch nearest to the fireplace. A package was laid on the sofa. Oliver handed it to me, and then watched intently as I slowly ripped the wrapping paper.

A scroll tied with a red ribbon and a box dropped into my lap. The box was scarlet also and had a velvety texture as I held it in my hands. Slowly opening the lid, I found a beautiful necklace. The only pendant was a white gold heart, with our initials engraved into it.

“Oh, Oliver, I don’t know how much to thank you,” I spoke in a soft voice. My hands trembled as I lifted up the intricate jewelry.

“We can put it on later,” Oliver suggested. “There’s still the scroll to open.”

His gaze was even more intense as I unrolled the paper. He looked at me apprehensively. I gasped. Tears of joy filled my eyes; I was truly touched. He had drawn a portrait of us together, laughing and smiling. Our eyes were twinkling with enjoyment. The drawing was even more vivid than his pictures of Quidditch brooms. It was so much more real; it contained so much more life. On the back was a poem that he’d written.

*This poem written by Oliver to Grace can be read in my poetry thread.

I sat there for a long time speechless, absorbed in the scene. This must have taken him hours on end to create, I marveled. The thought and care that was put into it was incredible.

Finally, I managed to breath, “This is beautiful, Oliver. Thank you so much!” Still grasping the paper, I embraced him tightly. He rubbed my back soothingly.

Running upstairs to get his present, I nearly forgot to keep quiet. His gift was wrapped under my bed. As he opened it, a broad grin spread across his face. In the wrappings was a small, wooden Quidditch broom model plated with gold, a book filled with Quidditch drills and strategies, and a heart lollipop. It was the same kind of lollipop that he had given to me on the day of our first kiss.

“Thanks, Grace. They’re awesome!” He exclaimed and gave me a great, big bear hug. I nearly suffocated as his arms wrapped tightly around my ribcage. Oliver laughed at my sputtering.

Hazy sunlight had begun to stream in through the windows. No one had yet stirred, much to my relief. Pushing me tenderly on the couch, Oliver brushed some hair out of my eyes and ran his hands down my chest. “Merry Christmas,” he said softly.

Smiling up at his beaming face, I glanced around, and to my utmost horror, found Professor McGonagall staring at us in a cross manner.

03-30-2006, 01:15 AM	#255 (permalink)
Fortune_Cookie Library Writer Sirius Author Lefty SS100 Triumphant Mooncalf Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Signing off SS for good…blame the workload and the hectic-ness of life. I’ll miss you all…:cry: Posts: 6,879 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eunice Murray Fifth	The next fluffy chapter! Enjoyy! When I entered my room after our walk, I found a note lying on my pillow. It read, ”Grace, be prepared to wake up early tomorrow. I have a surprise for you. Love, Oliver.” Smiling, I slipped it on my night table and fell asleep as my head touched the pillow. I awoke the next morning to someone whispering, “Grace! Wake up!” They were shaking my shoulders gently. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes. Oliver’s face was inches from mine. “Oliver! Boys aren’t allowed in the girls’ dorms!” I warned, trying to keep my voice down. My head was still groggy. No light shone from the windows; everything was dim. “I know, that’s why we have to be quiet and go to the common room before anyone wakes up,” Oliver explained quickly. “I have your Christmas present.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. I padded after him, eager to unwrap my gift. The fire was ablaze, projecting flecks of light onto the walls. It was extremely warm, but not stuffy. We sat down on the couch nearest to the fireplace. A package was laid on the sofa. Oliver handed it to me, and then watched intently as I slowly ripped the wrapping paper. A scroll tied with a red ribbon and a box dropped into my lap. The box was scarlet also and had a velvety texture as I held it in my hands. Slowly opening the lid, I found a beautiful necklace. The only pendant was a white gold heart, with our initials engraved into it. “Oh, Oliver, I don’t know how much to thank you,” I spoke in a soft voice. My hands trembled as I lifted up the intricate jewelry. “We can put it on later,” Oliver suggested. “There’s still the scroll to open.” His gaze was even more intense as I unrolled the paper. He looked at me apprehensively. I gasped. Tears of joy filled my eyes; I was truly touched. He had drawn a portrait of us together, laughing and smiling. Our eyes were twinkling with enjoyment. The drawing was even more vivid than his pictures of Quidditch brooms. It was so much more real; it contained so much more life. On the back was a poem that he’d written. This poem written by Oliver to Grace can be read in my poetry thread. I sat there for a long time speechless, absorbed in the scene. This must have taken him hours on end to create,* I marveled. The thought and care that was put into it was incredible. Finally, I managed to breath, “This is beautiful, Oliver. Thank you so much!” Still grasping the paper, I embraced him tightly. He rubbed my back soothingly. Running upstairs to get his present, I nearly forgot to keep quiet. His gift was wrapped under my bed. As he opened it, a broad grin spread across his face. In the wrappings was a small, wooden Quidditch broom model plated with gold, a book filled with Quidditch drills and strategies, and a heart lollipop. It was the same kind of lollipop that he had given to me on the day of our first kiss. “Thanks, Grace. They’re awesome!” He exclaimed and gave me a great, big bear hug. I nearly suffocated as his arms wrapped tightly around my ribcage. Oliver laughed at my sputtering. Hazy sunlight had begun to stream in through the windows. No one had yet stirred, much to my relief. Pushing me tenderly on the couch, Oliver brushed some hair out of my eyes and ran his hands down my chest. “Merry Christmas,” he said softly. Smiling up at his beaming face, I glanced around, and to my utmost horror, found Professor McGonagall staring at us in a cross manner. __________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie!