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Fortune_Cookie · 05-01-2006, 11:19 PM

The next part is here! Enjoy the read!

The sky was dark but glistening when Oliver and I lay outside looking up. The weather had become warmer with the promise of March approaching.

“I can’t believe we won the Ravenclaw match!” I exclaimed happily. “Now we only have to beat Slytherin and we get the Quidditch Cup!” My arms supported my head.

“I can’t wait,” Oliver agreed. “I know we can do it. We have all the potential.” His sparkling eyes turned up to the sky. “And we have you to cheer us on,” he added, bracing his body on one arm to gaze at me.

“I don’t think I helped that much,” I protested. I mean, I had been the source of all the arguments in the team. That thought still made me feel remorseful to this day.

Oliver leaned closer. “You helped in more ways than you think. You helped me.” He bent over and brushed his lips against my cheek.

Closing my eyes, I sighed, not worrying about tomorrow or what it would bring. In fact, the next week would present many worries of its own.

*

The months of the year flew past in a whirlwind. Exams were approaching, so we were all madly flipping through textbooks. Hermione would be seen almost all day studying with a mountain of books. It amazed me how she could attend her classes without experiencing an emotional breakdown!

Quidditch practices were more frequent since the final match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was drawing near. The players tried to practice nearly every day after lessons. Besides revising his schoolwork, Oliver was scribbling plans and new plays for the team. I could tell that he wasn’t getting enough sleep; his mood was more snappish and crabby.

On this particular day, I entered my room with a heap of books in my arms. Leanne was frantically scribbling down notes on several pages. She did not look up when I approached. Peering at the papers, I noticed that each of the sheets had a Slytherin’s name on the top, including Draco, Crabbe, and Pansy. Every leaf of paper was identical.

“What a great friend you are; helping the Slytherins with their notes,” I muttered to her, perhaps too harshly.

Finally acknowledging me, Leanne glared and quickly shuffled the notes into a pile, concealing them from my view. Her hands were trembling.

“Are they making you do this?” I asked in disbelief.

“No, I’m doing it by my free will.” Scowling at me, my best friend took out the papers and continued scrawling notes. “It’s none of your business anyway.”

“Tell me: why would you write notes for them? Do you think you need to gain their friendship by doing things for them?” Even as I said it, I knew that it was true. Why else would she be making notes?

Leanne was silent. A mad expression was still engraved on her face. I assumed that it meant a yes.

“I can’t believe you, Leanne!” I exclaimed angrily. “You don’t need to go looking for fake friendships from Slytherins. You already have friends that care about you!” I could feel myself boiling.

She scanned the room quickly with her eyes. “Where? I don’t see any.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

This, of course, made me even more irritated. “I’m your friend. We’ve already been through this. I don’t see why you need false friends.” The color was rushing to my cheeks. The books were feeling very heavy in my hands. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’ve been doing. I’m all ears, Leanne.”
“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to say that I’ve been copying notes for the Slytherins all year now? That I’ve been forced to comply with their everyday whims? That if they want something I have to buy it for them? That I’ve had to do things that I’m not about to name for Blaise so that he’ll stay with me? That it’s the only way I’m allowed to hang out with them at Hogsmeade? There. I told you. Are you happy?” Leanne choked on her tears and ran to the washroom. I could hear her rasping sobs.

This is what I’d wished for. I wanted her to tell me everything. But now that she had, I felt horrible. Tears ran down my cheeks. “Are you satisfied, then? Why don’t you stay with your phony buddies!” I growled angrily. Slamming my books down on my bed, I flopped down, trying to calm myself.

When Leanne didn’t emerge from the lavatory, I slipped downstairs. I knew that my eyes were still red. Only Oliver was in the common room. He had his head bent over a pile of parchment. His hand was moving quickly.

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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 part is here! Enjoy the read! The sky was dark but glistening when Oliver and I lay outside looking up. The weather had become warmer with the promise of March approaching. “I can’t believe we won the Ravenclaw match!” I exclaimed happily. “Now we only have to beat Slytherin and we get the Quidditch Cup!” My arms supported my head. “I can’t wait,” Oliver agreed. “I know we can do it. We have all the potential.” His sparkling eyes turned up to the sky. “And we have you to cheer us on,” he added, bracing his body on one arm to gaze at me. “I don’t think I helped that much,” I protested. I mean, I had been the source of all the arguments in the team. That thought still made me feel remorseful to this day. Oliver leaned closer. “You helped in more ways than you think. You helped me.” He bent over and brushed his lips against my cheek. Closing my eyes, I sighed, not worrying about tomorrow or what it would bring. In fact, the next week would present many worries of its own. * The months of the year flew past in a whirlwind. Exams were approaching, so we were all madly flipping through textbooks. Hermione would be seen almost all day studying with a mountain of books. It amazed me how she could attend her classes without experiencing an emotional breakdown! Quidditch practices were more frequent since the final match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was drawing near. The players tried to practice nearly every day after lessons. Besides revising his schoolwork, Oliver was scribbling plans and new plays for the team. I could tell that he wasn’t getting enough sleep; his mood was more snappish and crabby. On this particular day, I entered my room with a heap of books in my arms. Leanne was frantically scribbling down notes on several pages. She did not look up when I approached. Peering at the papers, I noticed that each of the sheets had a Slytherin’s name on the top, including Draco, Crabbe, and Pansy. Every leaf of paper was identical. “What a great friend you are; helping the Slytherins with their notes,” I muttered to her, perhaps too harshly. Finally acknowledging me, Leanne glared and quickly shuffled the notes into a pile, concealing them from my view. Her hands were trembling. “Are they making you do this?” I asked in disbelief. “No, I’m doing it by my free will.” Scowling at me, my best friend took out the papers and continued scrawling notes. “It’s none of your business anyway.” “Tell me: why would you write notes for them? Do you think you need to gain their friendship by doing things for them?” Even as I said it, I knew that it was true. Why else would she be making notes? Leanne was silent. A mad expression was still engraved on her face. I assumed that it meant a yes. “I can’t believe you, Leanne!” I exclaimed angrily. “You don’t need to go looking for fake friendships from Slytherins. You already have friends that care about you!” I could feel myself boiling. She scanned the room quickly with her eyes. “Where? I don’t see any.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. This, of course, made me even more irritated. “I’m your friend. We’ve already been through this. I don’t see why you need false friends.” The color was rushing to my cheeks. The books were feeling very heavy in my hands. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’ve been doing. I’m all ears, Leanne.” “What do you want me to say? Do you want me to say that I’ve been copying notes for the Slytherins all year now? That I’ve been forced to comply with their everyday whims? That if they want something I have to buy it for them? That I’ve had to do things that I’m not about to name for Blaise so that he’ll stay with me? That it’s the only way I’m allowed to hang out with them at Hogsmeade? There. I told you. Are you happy?” Leanne choked on her tears and ran to the washroom. I could hear her rasping sobs. This is what I’d wished for. I wanted her to tell me everything. But now that she had, I felt horrible. Tears ran down my cheeks. “Are you satisfied, then? Why don’t you stay with your phony buddies!” I growled angrily. Slamming my books down on my bed, I flopped down, trying to calm myself. When Leanne didn’t emerge from the lavatory, I slipped downstairs. I knew that my eyes were still red. Only Oliver was in the common room. He had his head bent over a pile of parchment. His hand was moving quickly. I have a new one-shot fanfic! Click here to read it. __________________ 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!