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Faerilicious · 04-30-2006, 07:35 AM

Pams Pams Pams Pams Pams!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

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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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LilFox06 · 05-01-2006, 11:28 PM

Yay for the update!

Fantabulous as usual, lol, I have no idea where I got that word

PAMS

Oh, and by the way I'm posting you a user note

~Amy~

Faerilicious · 05-01-2006, 11:30 PM

That is good....but why did Grace have to scream at Leanne?..................Pams!!!!!!!11

R&Hr · 05-02-2006, 01:54 PM

Oh,I liked it!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder if they will ever be friends again,and I wonder why she got mad at her in the first lace,becouse of the quiditch team?or maybe she did something bad and the slitherins cought her and they promesed that if she did what they told her to do they won't say a word.that could be it,but I don't know,I'm still wondering,and I'll check out the new fic!!!!!!!

Mrs Felton · 05-02-2006, 03:43 PM

Wow Leanne's been copying notes for them all year..?? ~~That's one cool plan.~~

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That I’ve had to do things that I’m not about to name for Blaise so that he’ll stay with me?

I'd love to know what those things are!! PAMS!!

danismine · 05-02-2006, 06:08 PM

i wanna kno stuff abt blaise and her lol. i wonder if they'll ever make up.
PAMS

Roshni

Fortune_Cookie · 05-02-2006, 06:24 PM

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Yay for the update!

Fantabulous as usual, lol, I have no idea where I got that word

PAMS

Oh, and by the way I'm posting you a user note

~Amy~

Thanks!

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That is good....but why did Grace have to scream at Leanne?..................Pams!!!!!!!11

Spur of the moment, I suppose...

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Oh,I liked it!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder if they will ever be friends again,and I wonder why she got mad at her in the first lace,becouse of the quiditch team?or maybe she did something bad and the slitherins cought her and they promesed that if she did what they told her to do they won't say a word.that could be it,but I don't know,I'm still wondering,and I'll check out the new fic!!!!!!!

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Wow Leanne's been copying notes for them all year..?? ~~That's one cool plan.~~

I'd love to know what those things are!! PAMS!!

I'll leave them to your imagination.

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i wanna kno stuff abt blaise and her lol. i wonder if they'll ever make up.
PAMS

Roshni

Hee hee...see above response.

dancerbookl · 05-04-2006, 01:32 PM

What is Oliver doing? Post soon. I want to know. Fine, please post soon.
Jessica

Fortune_Cookie · 05-09-2006, 03:15 AM

Firey chapter...

“Making more Quidditch plans?” I inquired with a dismal voice, looking over his shoulder. I sat down beside him on the sofa.

Without looking up (just like Leanne, I realized) he nodded.

“Leanne and I just had a fight,” I stated, hoping that he’d express some sympathy and give me advice like he usually did.

“Oh,” Oliver mumbled absent-mindedly. His writing became even faster.

“That’s it? ‘Oh’?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest. My face twisted into a slight scowl. I’d expected him to be a bit more attentive. Even just a warm hug would be nice.

“Well, fine. I’m sorry,” Oliver replied shortly, still scribbling like mad. “And if you’d excuse me, I’m doing something really urgent right now for the team.” A hint of annoyance edged his voice.

“That’s what you’ve said for the past few weeks!” I burst out. <i>Why was everyone in such an arguing mood today?</i> My body stiffened. <i>Or is it just me who is in the arguing mood?</i>

“You’ve been distracting me, that’s why!” he retorted, looking more frustrated. “Can’t you see? I’ve already told you: I’m too busy!”

Huffing, I glared at him. “Are you too busy just to talk to me for a bit? I’m clearly a hindrance now, aren’t I?”

At last Oliver turned his head to me and slammed down his quill. I wished that he hadn’t, though. A glower blanketed his face. “Yes, right now you are. It’s not like you’ve been helping me whatsoever with this.”

My jaw dropped open. “Fine. Well, if Quidditch is so important to you that you won’t even pay me any attention, then maybe we shouldn’t be in a relationship! Clearly, you don’t prize it much any more, do you?”

Oliver was silent for a while. “Grace, could you please just leave? We can talk it over later. For the last time, I’m busy, okay? I’ll be busy for a while with Quidditch because the match is coming soon, and we need to win the cup! There’s nothing more important than that!” As he spoke his voice grew louder.

The heat in the room rose. Soon we were yelling about every petty thing under the sun. It was a miracle that no one heard us or came in to inspect what damage we were doing.

Finally, I made a move and jumped up from the couch. “Sorry, then,” I replied angrily. “I’ll go and leave you to your precious Quidditch plans.” Turning my heel, I marched back up the stairs, feeling extremely aggravated.

“Thank you!” Oliver shouted up the stairs cynically. I knew that he was rolling his eyes, muttering, and placing his quill on the paper to write once more.

As I slammed the door, I threw myself onto the bed and cried. Thankfully no one was in the dorm. How was it that I managed to conjure two arguments in one hour with two of the most important people in my life? I criticized myself for being so immature; I really couldn’t help it. But I also criticized how Oliver and Leanne acted towards me. It was like they were pushing me away. At that moment, everything and everyone seemed to be against me. When the other girls entered our dorm for bedtime, I was still sobbing. The thing was, I no longer cared if they saw my distress.

rupertsgirl67 · 05-09-2006, 12:40 PM

awww, that sucks big time! Tsk tsk Oliver and Leanne.. aww, Oliver seemed like such a nice guy

poor Grace

Mrs Felton · 05-09-2006, 04:42 PM

Bet it was Harry that told him to do that . . . Two fights in one day.. maybe she should be in Slytherin.. PAMS!!

LilFox06 · 05-09-2006, 06:43 PM

aww...that's sad

PAMS!

~Amy~

Fortune_Cookie · 05-09-2006, 10:40 PM

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awww, that sucks big time! Tsk tsk Oliver and Leanne.. aww, Oliver seemed like such a nice guy poor Grace

*sniffle* You'll have to see what happens...

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Bet it was Harry that told him to do that . . . Two fights in one day.. maybe she should be in Slytherin.. PAMS!!

Well, two fights in a day is pretty rough for a teenage girl...

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aww...that's sad

PAMS!

~Amy~

Yesh, so distressing.

danismine · 05-09-2006, 11:25 PM

that idiot. he better apologize. he was so mean to her for quidditch.

PAMS

Roshni

R&Hr · 05-10-2006, 06:43 PM

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I’ll be busy for a while with Quidditch because the match is coming soon, and we need to win the cup! There’s nothing more important than that!” As he spoke his voice grew louder.

if I had a boy friend that said that a sport was more important than his girl frien I would just leave him,thats mean of him,and great job on the story,I really like it so far,and all your other storys as well

Fortune_Cookie · 05-17-2006, 10:31 PM

Next post as follows:

The next week was the most agonizing period of my life. It was predicted that Leanne and I wouldn’t speak or even look at each other, but I’d never had both my best friend and Oliver mad at me simultaneously. Those thoughts were enough to drive me mad.

June was approaching and the weather was lovely. I was leaning on a tree trunk, admiring the scenery and thinking about how bitter life could be. In the midst of my thoughts, I felt a hand lay on my shoulder.

Instantly, I knew it was Oliver. His hand on my shoulder was different than anyone else’s. It made my body feel warm all over, no matter how cold it was.

“Hey, Grace,” he greeted quietly, sitting beside me.

“Hi,” I replied calmly. I desperately wanted our relationship back to normal.

“I…I just wanted to apologize for my behavior over the past month. I’ve been a total git with all the stress of everything, and I hope you’ll forgive me.” Oliver’s eyes pleaded at me.

He knew I couldn’t resist that look. Smiling, I nodded. “I forgive you. Actually, I think I should be saying sorry. I shouldn’t have been so demanding, with Quidditch and exams coming up.” Squeezing his hand, I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“How could I not forgive you?” He muttered playfully as he wrapped his arm around my waist. Changing the subject abruptly he asked, “How are things with you and Leanne? You wanted to talk about it.”

He must have noticed the flicker of a scowl on my face. “It’s not good. We’re still pretty mad. I think I might understand her better now, though. Do you think I should give it more time?”

Oliver thought a moment. “I’d try to break the ice again. I mean, you want to end this year off well, right? Just think before you speak; it’s all about being assertive.”

“Thanks for the advice, Mr. Expert,” I said, giggling. “Except that thinking before I speak is hard for me to do.”

“Yeah, I can totally agree with that statement,” Oliver teased. He started poking me in the side when I whacked him on the back of his head jokingly. I guess our screams and laughs carried quite a distance because some students came out to look at what was making such a racket.

Laughing all the more, we stood up. Oliver walked me to my room. At the door, he gently squeezed my hands. “Good luck with Leanne. Remember, think before you speak!” Winking, he let go of my hands and headed down to the common room.

His words ran through my head as I opened the door. To my relief, Leanne was there, her nose in a book. As I peered closer, I noticed that it was Quidditch Through the Ages.

“Hi, ” I said brightly. Before she could even open her mouth, I hastily apologized. “Leanne, I’m really sorry about everything: the arguments, me ignoring you, and being so unaware. I want to take it all back. Please forgive me.”

A steely silence followed. Please forgive me, I pleaded. After all, in the old days, Leanne was one who forgave anyone if they asked.

“I don’t know,” she finally said. “You’ve hurt me a lot. I need to think it over.”
Nodding, I bit my lip. Think before you speak, I told myself. I understood that she’d not forgive me right off the bat. Perhaps that forgiveness trait had been lost along with all her other ones.

rupertsgirl67 · 05-17-2006, 11:18 PM

aww thats cute. I do hope Leanne forgives her. And her and Oliver back together is cute, but i would've have taken him ack so easily!! joking...great post, however long.

Mrs Felton · 05-18-2006, 04:41 PM

YAY They're back together. Pfft Slytherin's never forgive, and Leanne's pretty much a Slytherin now. She shoud be glad. PAMS!!

LilFox06 · 05-18-2006, 09:51 PM

aww... cute... PAMS!

~Amy~

Fortune_Cookie · 05-18-2006, 10:21 PM

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aww thats cute. I do hope Leanne forgives her. And her and Oliver back together is cute, but i would've have taken him ack so easily!! joking...great post, however long.

Yeah, I'm not sure if I would've either. But I suppose Grace is a bit desperate.

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YAY They're back together. Pfft Slytherin's never forgive, and Leanne's pretty much a Slytherin now. She shoud be glad. PAMS!!

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aww... cute... PAMS!

~Amy~

Thanks!