Disclaimer: Ok, this is FANfiction! You shouldn't even need to write one of these…right? Anyway…I don't own Harry Potter or any Harry Potter Characters…I'm just borrowing them.

Summary- …"We don't know what love is yet!"…Angelina makes her final decision. ( Fred x Angelina x Oliver) Chapter 12 Updated. COMPLETE!

Rating: PG-PG-13

Note: Well, this is it guys. The last chapter. Yes, it took me forever to update it (apologies all around, especially to Evilevergreen who pleaded with me to upload it over Thanksgiving Break. Evilevergreen – forgive me.  You know I love you.) This is also dedicated to my best friend Mandi, because today's her birthday. I love you bebita.

Oh yes, did I fail to mention that this chapter sucks? I know, I know, I'm "too harsh on myself" and all that jazzbut I feel like I forced this out. (Writer's block is all to blame.) Thanks to everyone reading this, I thrive on you. Enjoy the last chapter of Closest Thing to Heaven. I hope all of my hard work and turmoil pays off. )

I'm not going to put the end of Chapter 11 on here. I'm too lazy, and you can click the back button if you so which to see it. I also think that I did a pretty good job of describing what happened in the last chapter in the first little bit of this one.

I'm warning you now, it's long, and it's choppy. It's fluffy and cheesy and all the rest. I hope I didn't let you guys down.

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Closest Thing to Heaven

© Angelface04

December 22, 2005 (HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN MANDI!)

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Decisions, Decisions

The air was thick with rain and the low clouds emitted heaviness on everything below them. When he finally emerged from his study he was exhausted – physically, mentally, and emotionally.

He knew it was about 4:00 in the morning. He knew that today was the day that they would play Hufflepuff. He knew they had about as much chance of winning as a fly caught in a spider's web had of escaping. He knew that he was tired and wouldn't play well at all.

What he didn't know was why Angelina Johnson had rushed to see him in the still hours of the night, and why, in Merlin's name, she had been crying.

He stumbled up the stairs to the tower, soaking wet and fighting off sleep, re-reading plays and tactics in his head. He should've showed Harry the Wronski Defeneve Feint better, if the seeker could master it, there was no doubt that he would beat Diggory – who wasn't as skilled a flier but more expeirenced. And he had three amazing chasers, but last practice they had messed up the Hawkshed Attacking Formation three times in a row….

And when he thought of Chasers, he thought of Angelina.

Which made him walk smack-dab into the portrait, his forehead smacking the painting.

"Well my goodness!" Came a familiar wail from the Fat Lady. "I am appalled! Out at all hours of the night, and then just barrellinginto me!"

"I'm sorry!" Oliver hushed quickly. "Honestly, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going!"
"Well I should say so!" She scolded huffily. "Perhaps next time you should come in with everyone else before curfew. I should tell McGonagall of this indecency."

"I'm really sorry." Oliver gave her the most regretful look he could muster. "Is there any way you would consider forgiving me and opening the portriat hole?

"Well…" She eyed him suspiciously.

"I swear I wasn't up to no good, I was just going over plays in my Captian's Study and fell asleep…"

"Um-hmm." After a moment more of scrutiny, she swung inward, revealing a crackling fireplace and an occupied couch. A dark head jutted up at the sound of his entrance, and he wasn't as surprised as he should be to see her almond eyes staring at him.

"Hey." He paused, suddenly wide awake. "What are you still doing up?" She shrugged, her eyes red, but dressed in a dry set of nightclothes.

"I couldn't sleep." She finally announced, her gaze falling from his form down to the floor.

"Right." There was a shify, awkward, silence. He sighed, taking a small step into the room. "Listen – I don't know why – what…what happened did…but…I just…I want you to know that I'm here. For anything that you need, I'll be here…"

She nodded, her eyes squinting as she tried not to cry again.

"I know…"

He nodded, then, as she stared at him, wondered what to say next. Was there anything left to say? Would anything he said matter to her, one way or the other?

"Well, listen, I'm – I'm going to go try to sleep…." She hesitated slightly before sighing and saying,

"Wait." He paused, as he knew he would have to, and looked at her intently. "Merlin, I always screw things up, don't I?" Oliver nodded slightly, but then shrugged.

"I'm a big boy Angelina." He almost sounded frustrated. "I can take it." She nodded.

"Yeah…you can." She heaved a huge sigh. "Goodnight Oliver."

"G'night Angie." And with a last lingering look at her, he retired to his four-poster bed, to attempt to capture sleep that he knew would never catch.

………………….

His eyes fluttered open of their own accord, and the first thing that he saw was a replica of his face directly in front of his.

"G'way." He muttered, lamely shoving the air next to his brother's person. "M'tired…"

"Aw, poor ickle Freddy." George mocked, grabbing ahold of his cover and yanking it from his twin's sleeping form. "We have a game this morning brother dearest, I know you didn't happen to forget?" Fred's figure, which had instinctivly curled into a ball when his covers had so rudely snatched away from him, jerked and was out of bed in a second.

"What bloody time is it! Am I late! Wood is gonna bloody kill me!" George watched with raised eyebrows.

"You've got nearly an hour, I wanted to wake you in time to eat some breakfast." Fred stopped his frantic rushing around for his equipment and glared at his twin.

"You woke me up a bloody hour before we had to be there?" George rolled his blue eyes, the exact mirrorization as the one's that were narrowing towards him at that very moment.

"Oh shut up you wanker and come eat." Fred sighed, donned his robes slowly as George watched him from his bed, and then, with only a little exaggeration, stumbled blearily down the stairs.

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Breakfast was ecceptionally quiet, with Oliver staring at his plate with a sickly palor on his face, and the girls void of the usual entergetic chatter, and Fred and George whispering amongst themselves. Harry had just started on his toast when Wood grunted:

"Don't be too long now." Then stood, looking grave and nauseous and exited the Great Hall, a few murmers of "Good luck Wood!" and "Go get 'em Ollie!" and the like following him like an annoying bee.

Fred saw Angelina's eyes following her capitan as he left the room, but he surpressed any ill feelings. This wasn't the time or the place, plus she could just be concerened. Concerned.

Angelina pushed her plate away, having only been able to force down a muffin and a half a glass of orange juice.

"Ready?" Katie asked her, grasping her bag and slinging it over her shoulder as she stood.

"Yeah." Angelina almost whispered, her voice not seemingly able to work right. Katie slid her arm around her teammate's shoulders.

"You alright?" Angelina nodded briskly, then lifted her chin a bit, a shadow of a forced smile on her mouth.

"Fine." She had raised her voice to normal level, though it took much more energy than she had anticipated. "Perfectly fine."

They changed into their robes in almost silence, then met around the board for Oliver's usual pep-talk. Oliver, gripping his broom as if it were a life-preservior, looked around at the faces before him. His eyes, though he had attempted to train them not to, lingered on Angelina, and when he finally realized this, they fell back down to the board.

"Um - " This was followed by a few gulping noises where he attempted to talk, then gave up altogether and jerked his hand to the right, waiting while his six players exited the locker room, pausing just before walking into the staduim, all of them staring at the pouring rain.

"This sucks." Fred mumbled, gripping his bat a little tighter.

"Alright then, get a move on." Oliver's voice came from the back of the group, and then when he saw the rain, he halted, as if he was actually surprised that it was still raining after all of his prayers and pleadings with any God that may have ever exsisted. He took another deep breath, then gently pushed Alicia in the back. "Go on Alicia." Alicia sighed, then bravely walked out into the storm, quickly followed by the other members of her team.

It was impossible to hear the roar of the crowds through the wind that was nearly knocking them over, but Oliver knew they must be screaming outrageously, as they usually did.

All too soon, Flint had nearly ripped off his hand, Madam Hooch's whistle blew, and the game began.

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Angelina was thouroghy soaked, down-heartened, and miserable as she watched the Quaffle soar the goal – another 10 points for Hufflepuff. Really their only hope, and one that she was counting on, was Harry Potter's usual catching of the Snitch…which should be happening right about now. She chanced a look up, to see if she could spot him, but he was nowhere to be seen and a Bludger was hurtling towards her head. She ducked just in time, the ball grazing her hair, closely followed by George Weasley.

"Hawkshed!" She heard Oliver's furious cry even over the rain and the thunder. "Angelina! Hawkshed Formation now!" She circled around, glancing to her right to see if Katie was next to her.

Where's Alicia?

Her eyes angrily roamed the pitch, though what she saw in front of her wasn't the dark-haired Chaser that she was hoping it to see, it was the small body of a boy plummeting towards the ground, clad in maroon Quidditch robes.

She was frozen in horror, a scream fighting to escape her mouth, but not being able to. She heard a shriek of, "Harry!" From Katie, and saw one of the twins hurtling towards the ground after him, but it was far too late. She turned and saw Oliver's face, looking wild and terrified, his mouth gaping. With her head going in circles, she barely registered when Diggory tumbled through the air with a golden snitch in his hand, but a alarmed expression on his face. The sound of Lee Jordan bellowing through the stadium that Hufflepuff had won the game barely registered. She finally gathered her wits and followed her capitan, who was nearly on the ground now.

There was a crowd where Harry had fallen when she landed, though someone had already taken Harry off to the Hospital Wing while promises that "He'll be alright," were being murmered through the crowd. She saw Oliver close his eyes, take a deep breath, and then turn and march toward the locker rooms. Fred caught Angelina's eyes with his and shook his head tiredly.

"Let's go get changed." Alicia suggested, sliding her arm through Angelina's. Angelina nodded, dragging her broom behind her.

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She creaked the door open quietly, her breath quickening as she heard a small groan. Walking extremley slowly she heard the sound of what seemed to be a book thrown onto the floor. Peering through the doorway she spotted him. He was bent over his desk, his hands gripping the edge with white knuckled fingers, breathing heavily and shaking his head slowly back and forth.

He swore, then kicked his chair angrily, sending it toppling to the floor.

"Bloody Hufflepuff! Damn it, Wood, why weren't you prepared? You should've known that Flint would pull something like that…" He slowly looked down at th echair, sighed, and picked it back up again, falling down into it and burying his head into his hands.

"You'll never play for Puddlemere now Wood. You've royally screwed up your chance. Dad'll be furious…"

She tapped the doorway lightly and his head jerked up.

"Piss off Flint, I don't want to hear it."

"It's not Flint." She answered, and when he saw her emerge from the other room he stood.

"What can I do for you Johnson?" He sounded so formal. She cringed slightly.

"I just – I just came to see if you were alright." He nodded, gritting his teeth as he turned away from her.

"I'm alright." She stood with her arms folded as he picked up a book off of the floor.

"I can't believe we lost to Diggory!" He slammed the book down onto his desk. "This sucks."

"Yeah." She agreed. "But it's only one game Oliver. We've still got a chance for the Cup.."

"Yeah, if we get extremley lucky and Hufflepuff plays really badly."

"If it's meant to happen it'll happen." She stated matter-of-factly. "And I guess we just can't make the mistake of losing again." There was a small silence in which they stared at one another. He wondered how they kept ending up like this…both of them, alone, staring at each other in silence.

"So why else did you come down here?" He asked, picking up a pile of papers he'd thrown to the floor earlier. She looked midly surprised, as if he shouldn't've known that she come down here to tell him..

"Why do you think I came down here?" He shrugged. His mind rewinding to the night before, and knowing that it must be for the same reason.

"Probably for the same reason that you came down here last night." She nodded.

"Probably." She took a deep breath, wondering if she should take this plunge, because once she took it she couldn't undo it. "Oliver, there's been a lot of stuff going on lately."

"Yeah."

"And…I've been extremley confused about my feelings towards you…and Fred…"

"Yeah." He crossed his arms and attempted to act nocholant, when his heart was racing, his throat was tight, and his mouth dry.

"And…Well…I think I've finally sorted them out." He'd been through this. Hadn't they already had this conversation? "I think I'm in love with Fred…" He didn't need to bloody hear it again! The words had hurt him enough the first time! Why would she do this? Unless… "Oliver, I don't – I think that I've changed my mind." Her hands were shaking and she felt as if she were going to throw up. He was dumbstruck, his mind reeling.

What?

"It's different…with you…Fred's…I don't know, I don't know how to explain how I feel!" She was becoming a bit unnerved by his silence. "I mean…how do you feel about this? About…me?"

"I feel like you're using me." He finally muttered, his eyes downcast. She put her hand on her forehead. "Honestly, I'm terrified of getting hurt even more than I already have." She faught to hold back the dam of tears thudding against her eyelids. "But I'm leaving this year, and it'll be easier if I just try to let this go, because if I don't…I'll never be able to stop thinking about you. Merlin, I'm sick of these long shpeals. I'm not used to this." He gave her a long look. "Listen, Ange, it's really not that big of a deal."

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

"Not that big of a deal!" She almost yelled. "You – moping around, everybody at each other's troats, Fred and I constantly fighting, feeling sick every bloody day because I don't know what to do is not a big deal?"

"Angelina, shh!" He shushed her hurriedly. "Listen, that's not what I meant. I meant that we're teenagers. We don't know what love is yet, or how the rest of our lives are going to turn out. We don't know who we'll meet, or what's going to happen in these next few years. I'm not eighteen yet, how could I possibly feel what love is?"

She looked at him with a terribly sad look on her face, her eyes brimming.

"It's this feeling like you're flying." She began, her voice barely above a whisper, and sobs interrupting every so often. "And everytime you see them, you feel like you've suddenly lost control and your hurtling towards the ground at two hundered miles an hour. But when you're close to them…all you can think about is how perfect they are, and how you'd do anything….if only they'd feel the same way." She finally looked at him. "And when you're looking right at them…" Her voice caught suddenly as her eyes skimmed the floor. He took the tiniest step closer to her. She met his eyes again. "When you're looking right at them, and they're looking right back at you, your whole body has this aching, longing feeling of just wanting to hold them." She advanced towards him a little farther, and he felt her fingertips brush his.

Oliver, don't you dare. His mind was shouting at him, but he was rather good at blocking that out. He grabbed her hands, tugging her closer slowly.

"What are you saying to me?" He whispered back, his lips so near her ear that she could feel them.

"That I want you to give me another chance." He lifted his head up, staring straight into her eyes.

"Do you mean this?" She nodded.

"Yes." Before he could stop himself he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers, his head pleading with him to stop, but his body in no condition to obey. This can't be happening. This can not be happening…

He pulled away, his eyes still closed. "This is a mistake."

"No." She whispered back. "No, it's not." Eyes still closed, his forehead creased as though it were causing him excruciating pain, he nodded.

"Yeah." His voice was gruff and full of effort. "It is." She felt as if she'd been slapped. He turned and walked to the window.

He had rejected her?

So this is how he's felt…

"What are you saying to me?" She painfully repeated the same phrase he'd used.

"That I want you to stop." He turned to face her again. "Right here, right now, this stops." He took a deep breath, sighed, then looked her right in the eyes. "Go to Fred. I'm done with the see-saws, with the back and forths and the every-other-times. I'm through with this." She took a deep breath, attempting to stay strong. He sighed, coming closer to her again, but pausing at a safe distance. "Don't be angry." He was shaking his head, his arms aching to hold her and stroke her back and tell her that things were going to be okay. "It's just something that I have to do. I'm not mad at you. Even if I was, it wouldn't last for long – you know I can't be angry with you for long." She nodded.

"I understand." She croaked, passing the back of her hand over her eyes. Oliver took a small step closer, grabbing her shoulders, holding her at arms length and staring her fiercley in the eyes.

"You wouldn't be happy Angelina." He assured her, shaking her slightly. "I promise you. It wouldn't work out." He couldn't believe he was actually saying thses words out loud. He couldn't believe that he was telling her this. "Fred…Fred's a great guy Angie. You two are great mates, and this'll only make you closer." He stared straight into her eyes, nodding slowly, soming to the realization himself just moments before he pointed it out to her with a nonchalant shrug. "You love him. It's plain as day to everyone else." She blinked back remaining tears

"How can you tell?"

"Because you have that look in your eyes." He quipped quickly. "That look like your hurtling towards the ground at 100 miles an hour." She smiled weakly, and he attempted one as well, though he was barely successful. "And your face lights up when he says your name, and you laugh extra loud at his jokes." She pushed a piece of loose hair behind her ear. "You two are perfect together." Perfect. Was this his mouth? Was that his tounge that was spilling out all of these words? Wood, have you lost your bloody mind! "It'll work out." He nodded again, convincing himself as much as her. "I promise you." She sighed again.

"Then why does it hurt so much to lose you?" He gave her almost an insulting look.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here for you. Always. Never doubt that." She reached for him and he brought her close to him, holding her tight because he knew that after this there weren't going to be other hugs like this. She was going to be Fred's. He was letting her go.

He was letting her go.

And as he watched her leave, he stared after her, his head spinning and his stomach feeling sick. He was letting her walk away. She deserved Fred…and he would find someone. Maybe not an Angelina. Maybe he'd never find anyone just like Angelina, but that was okay. He'd make it.

And then, before he could think about it anymore, there was a sharp rap on the door.

"Yeah?" Wood glanced up, fully expecting to see her standing before him. Instead, he saw a smirking figure clad in green robes.

"Bloody great game you played today Wood." He pulled a serious face quickly. "You know, I think this was the best the Gryffindor team has ever done. You're doing a bang up job as Capitan. I just had to let you know…I admire you."

"Piss off Flint." Oliver growled, grabbing his wand from the desk. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now."

"But Ollie!" He squealed, in a mocking voice. "I just wanted - "

"Piss off!" He yelled, extending his arm out so that his wand was direcly pointed at Flint's chest. "I'm not going to bloody say it again!" Flint smirked again.

"Alright, Wood, don't kill yourself." Flint turned to leave, but then paused. "Oh, what am I saying?" Shaking his head in mockery he laughed. "By all means, carry on." And then he was gone.

Oliver, still fuming, grasped his clothes and headed towards the showers. Maybe the hot water would soothe more than his sore muscles…maybe it would help soothe his sore pride as well.

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She took her time getting back to the common room. She needed to think. This was certianly the last thing that she had thought would happen once she'd told Oliver that she was in love with him…but…

But maybe he was right.

Maybe she wasn't in love with Oliver. Maybe he was right.

"We're perfect." Angelina mused aloud, her feet carrying her through an empty corridor. She turned a corner, not really paying any attention to where she was going, when she crashed into someone. Or someones. She recognised Flint first, not instantly placing who exactly the small blonde girl was who he was with.

"Johnson, don't you have a House Party to be getting to?" Flint sneered, his sarcasam making her want to hex him into oblivion. "You know, after that big win…"

"Not really." She replied, glaring daggers at him. "Actually, I was just - " And then suddenly she caught a good look at the girls face and with a start she exclaimed, "Nina?"

The girl smiled, though Angelina couldn't tell if it was a geninune smile or a mocking one.

"Yeah, well, Gryffindor's didn't really work out for me, so I thought that I'd try something else." She explained. Angelina still couldn't tell whether she was being kind or rude.

"Right." Angelina backed up. "Well, you two carry on."

"We intend to, if you'd get your Lion arse back to where it - " But as soon as she'd turned the corner he fell silent, and she could hear them snogginng almost halfway down the corridor.

"Huh." She muttered, shaking her head as she headed up to the common room. "Imagine that."

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He saw her the moment that she'd entered. (Not that he'd been waiting, of course.) She looked…odd. Like she was relieved and upset at the same time.

He wanted to go to her, but was hesitant as her eyes scanned the room. She looked tired. When her eyes fell on him, she smiled, and started to come over to him.

"Hey." She plopped down next to him on the couch. He smiled at her.

"Hey."

"Did you go and see Harry already?" Fred nodded, his face turning only a tad bit sober.

"Yeah….he's doing alright. Apparently it wasn't as bad as it looked from up there."

"Good." She nodded, looking straight ahead. "That's really good."

"Yeah." "So where have you been? The game ended about an hour ago." He glanced up at her face, but had to look away, because the absolute aching feeling to kiss her was trying to surface.

"I just needed some time to think." She stared at the floor.

"Really?" Did his voice sound that dry to her too? "What were you thinking about?" He hated being this close to her. She almost didn't look as if she was going to answer.

"Everything. Listen, Fred, this isn't easy for me to do." Her hands were shaking, so she clasped them together and put them in her lap. "This really isn't easy for me to do, I'm not very good at apologizing…" He nodded, his throat tightening painfully. "…or crawling back to people. You of all people would know that, I guess. I usually wait for someone to do it to me."

"I've noticed." He almost grinned. "I've done my fair share."

"More than your fair share." She almost laughed. She took a deep breath. Now or never. "Okay, Fred, I'm hanging my pride and asking you to give me another chance. I know, I really don't deserve it, but this time, it's only me and you. No more Oliver, no more Cedric, just us." He had seen it coming, but it still had the same bone-crushing, heart-wrenching, gut-sqeezing, chest-smashing affect as he'd always imagined it would have. "I mean it Fred." She almost smiled. "Just two mates trying to find something more."

"No more Oliver?" He sounded hoarse. She nodded.

"He...he told me that he knew I was in love with someone else." Fred's eyes began to dance. He turned to face her completley, his leg brushing against hers and sending sparks raching up her thigh.

"You're not joking?" She almost looked insulted.

"Like I would joke about this!" She said, her voice sounding angry. He smiled, grabbing her arm.

"I'm just kidding." He soothed, his fingers falling to hers, playing with them softly as he looked at her face. "I've missed you." She smiled, her fingers curling around his firmly.

"Fred, I've been a complete idiot." She avoided his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." He shook his head, his ginger-colored hair falling into his eyes, a sloppy grin lighting up the best of his features. "Really. I would do it all again." She smiled, ducking her head. He chuckled, feeling elated. She's mine. She's all mine.

"Will you forgive me?" Her voice came from her bent head. Tears were heavy in her voice. When she looked up, however, he saw none in her eyes. He squeezed her hand tightly.

"Oh Ange…" He was completley serious at this point, none of the usual prankster gleam in his ocean-blue eyes, just sincerity. "I already have." She closed her eyes, a feeling of relief and happpiness washing over her so suddenly it was hard to breathe. "Come 'ere." She crawled over the cushion to him, and he pulled her close, lying back so that her head lay on his chest. She sighed contentedly, hearing his breathing underneath her, his voice sounding deeper when he whispered, "Is this heaven, or what?" She lifted her face up to his, placing her lips on his softly.

I'll take that as a yes…

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She had lugged her trunk down to the hallway, and was curently waiting with Katie, who was also spending the Chrismas Holidays at home. Neither of them had any desire to freeze to death outside the castle, waiting for the horseless carriages, so they were waiting inside in the warmth.

Katie started suddenly, tapped each pocket, uttered a mild curse, then looked at her with wide eyes and said, "Angelina – I've left my wand in the dorm – I've got to dash up and get it – don't you dare let them leave me!" And without another word was sprinting up the stairs. Angelina chuckled, adjusted her maroon and gold scarf, and watched a third year couple embrace as they said goodbye. Suddenly, she felt someone beside her.

"Excited about the Holidays?" Oliver asked with a small grin. She smiled back, shrugging.

"Well, you know – I suppose." Came her sarcastic reply. He laughed.

"Don't be putting on too much weight now – I'll want my Chasers in tip-top condition, not holding down their broomsticks." His eyes danced merrily and she shoved him a bit.

"You cheeky prat." There was a moment of silence while the two just looked at one another. Finally Wood looked away.

"I'm going to miss this." He announced, his face sad, but his voice sincere.

"It's only a few weeks Ol – it's not like I'm never going to see you again."

"I'm not talking about Holiday…I meant next year – when – you know, I'll be off, and you'll be-"

"Here."

"Here." He repeated. "Right – well – it'll be weird, yeah?"

"Yeah." Another silence followed. "I'll miss you, you know." He nodded, his lips forming a small smile.

"I'll miss you too Angie." Then, out of the blue, Katie came skittering down the stairs, almost in sync with the arrival of the first carriage out front. A Seventh Year Gryffindor who Angelina didn't really know hollered for Oliver, who grasped his trunk, smiled at the two girls, and waved with his other hand.

"Happy Christmas guys."

"Yeah, you too." Katie shoved a bit of hair behind her ear, as it was now falling messily about her face from her running through the corridors. She reached for Oliver and gave him a brief hug. Oliver watched Angelina from over Katie's shoulder, she was digging into her trunk, which she had hastily opened, and pulling out a small package. She approached him and gathered him into a hug, one that was supposed to be breif, but she found herself not wanting to let go. He realized that it was the first time that his whole body didn't ache when he held her.

"Wood, let's go!" Came the Seventh Year again. He pulled away.

"Happy Christmas Oliver." She muttered, shoving the package into his hands. He nodded.

"Laters then."

"Yeah – Laters." Katie replied, and with a small wave Oliver joined his buddies, and Katie and Angelina met up with some younger girls to share a carraige with.

As soon as Oliver entered the carriage, he gently opened the pacakage, which turned out to be a small little broom that hovered around and said "Puddlemere United" on the side in miniscule letters. He laughed softly…he hadn't realized that she'd known he was that obsessive over Puddlemere…maybe she knew him better than he thought.

He shoved the broom into his pocket, getting ready to toss the wrapping paper from the carraige, when he noticed a short message scrawled hastily on the inside. He smoothed it out, reading the short note quickly. "Oliver, you're an amazing person. In a way, I'll always mean what I said in your office…I'll always feel differently about you than I've ever felt with anyone else, but I think you were right. I love Fred. Thanks for not giving up on me. You're an top-notch bloke, Wood. Any girl would be lucky to have you. I'm sorry for everything I put you through. Yours Always, Angelina."

He changed his mind, and folded the paper up, sticking it in with the mini-broomstick.

I'm sorry too Angel. He leaned his head back against the carriage, sighing deeply, and closing his eyes. But it's okay. I know she's out there. I'll find her someday.

The End

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