A/N Really short and really late but I hope you like it Stephanie :D
"I have something to show you," Oliver sings, tugging at Stephanie's sleeve. She mumbles something unintelligible and shakes him off. He sighs theatrically, flopping down in one of the many hard wood chairs the library offers. This place has become Stephanie's second home lately; she and her friends study for their OWLs relentlessly, so much so that Oliver has hardly seen her since they arrived back at school.
"But I want to show you now," Oliver whines, thunking his forehead down on the table dramatically. He hopes that this will get her attention. It doesn't, and he feels like a fool when the seventh years down the table stare at him. He lifts his head and hooks his finger in her collar. "Steph, please…"
"You have thirty seconds," Stephanie says, lifting her quill from the paper and looking up at him expectantly. She frowns at the sight of him. "What happened to your forehead?"
"Fred came by and thwak-ed me with his beater's bat," Oliver says sarcastically, and Stephanie rolls her eyes, looking back down at her paper. "No, wait! I still have twenty-five seconds."
"Twenty," Stephanie corrects. "Go."
Oliver holds up his hands. Stephanie raises her eyebrows. He shows her his sleeves, proving that there is nothing up them. She is still perplexed. He puts his hands behind his back and comes up with a bouquet of blue-colored roses, offering them to her.
"It's a muggle trick," He explains when she still gives him that blank look that makes him want to start laughing. He doesn't, because he knows if he does he'll get one of those big, heavy textbooks she favors thrown at him. Instead, he decides to throw her a curve ball. "Want to come home with me at Christmas to meet my parents?"
Stephanie drops her quill and tackles him in a hug that rocks the chair onto it's back legs.
Christmas passes quicker than Oliver cares for, the whole thing seeming to be shortened by the fact that he brings Stephanie home. His father fawns over her (he's always wished Oliver had been a girl, but has never admitted it), his mother warms up to her almost immediately (no one will ever be good enough for her baby boy, but this one is just too amazing to drive off with pitchforks), and his older brother, Andrew, is firmly committed to getting the girl to marry Oliver.
By the time they arrive back at school, Stephanie feels like one of the family, especially after Andrew has carried her to the nearby beach and dumped her unwillingly into the ocean on Christmas Eve. Stephanie did not appreciate this gesture, or his explanation that it was his way of inducting her to the Wood clan. (Oliver speculates that this was just Andrew's way of getting to see Stephanie in a wet white shirt. Pervert.)
The lake is still quite cool in the month of May, but that does not stop Stephanie from dragging Oliver down the sit at its edge every other that he doesn't have practice. It's a quiet place, the lake, and she knows where the other couples like to hang out (such as the Malfoy kid and his girlfriend, that Weasley girl who ended up in Slytherin, or Rachel and Stephan, who are so disgustingly in love that its getting to be a problem), so she knows exactly where to go so that they won't run into anyone else.
It is on one of these days that something dawns on Oliver, and he abruptly removes his head from Stephanie's lap and sits up. She looks up from her book to see his concerned expression and instantly assumes the worst.
"Everything alright?" She asks warily, closing her book and placing it to the side. Oliver puts his finger under her chin and promptly says-
"I've never told you that I love you, have I?"
Stephanie is sure that her face has never been a brighter shade of red.
"Erm, no," She eventually sputters. Oliver nods once.
"Well, now I've told you," He says very seriously. "I love you."
"The feeling is mutual," Stephanie says, and despite her initial assumption, her face does indeed get redder. "I've loved you since that day on the Quidditch pitch. When you asked me if I liked what I saw."
At that, Oliver gets a goofy grin on his face, and Stephanie can't help but kiss him.
Oliver is not sure why his girlfriend is sitting on his shoulders.
They are sitting on the grass under a tree by the lake, a spot that she liked to sit and do homework. One minute, all is well as they lounged on the ground, and the next Stephanie screams and scrambles up Oliver's torso until she is perched atop his shoulders, her fingers tangled in his hair so hard that he is afraid she might start ripping up chunks of scalp.
"Erm," Oliver says nonchalantly; he knows how touchy his girlfriend can be sometimes about certain things. "Everything alright up there?"
"Snake!" Stephanie shrieks, tugging at his hair nervously. "There's a snake in the grass! Get it! Get it! Kill it, Ollie!"
"A snake?" Oliver asks dubiously. Above him Stephanie nods, and though he can't see her, he has no doubt that her answer is yes. "Where?"
Stephanie tugs his hair again, swiveling his head in the direction of the creature, and he regrets having asked. "Right there!"
In the grass to the left of their blanket is a small garden snake, so green and fine that it blends in nicely with its surroundings. He vaguely wonders how Stephanie spotted it, and how well she would do as a seeker if she has that keen of an eye.
"If you want me to do anything about it, you have to get down," Oliver tells her, and she removes her hands from his hair. He hears some shuffling before the weight is suddenly removed from his shoulders. He turns around to face Stephanie- only to find that she isn't there. A small cluster of leaves fall from the tree behind him, and Oliver looks up to see Stephanie clinging with her arms and legs to the lowest hanging branch. He simply stares at her for a moment before looking back to the snake and crawling over to where it is innocently laying.
Oliver gently plucks the snake from the grass with two fingers, and holds it in front of his face. It hisses its tiny red tongue out at him, and while Stephanie continues to shriek behind him, Oliver can't help but think… well…
"Its kind of cute," He says with a grin, and the only response Stephanie gives is a scream.
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