..::Time\\after\\Time::..1

It haunts your dreams every night. You continually see Oliver standing there as your carriage pulls away. It's been years since you've seen him, yet the impact he's made on you never really faded away. It' has been 10 years since you left Hogwarts. It's been 6 years of writing to him and the rest (Fred, George, and Angelina) They've gone to do great things in lide. Fred and George opened up a great joke shop out in the outskirts of Hogsmeade, Angelina was a great witch...never really knew what she did for her career...and Oliver...well...he's a seeker of the Puddlemere United. When you left Howarts, letters came in every day...especially from Oliver. There were probablly 4 for each...then there were only 3....then 2....then....1. It didn't bother as much, because you were still hearing from them. But then it stopped. Oliver's posts had stopped. The twins still wrote to you, once in a while and so did Angelina. But it bothered you compeletely that Oliver never did. You haven't seen him since Hogwarts and he can't just break off what you two had. You live in Paris now. You're a great witch, a writer for YOUR own magazine, Glitz (it's like the Cosmopolitan for witches) You've grown to be very beautiful indeed. You turned heads everytime you walked the streets, but you were practically married to your work, and have to time for romance. Beauxbaton educated you right. You graduated with honors, and new friends...but no new love. You live in a loft outlooking the great Parisian landscape, including the Eiffel Tower. You love Paris, you've fallen in love with it. You live in a town for witches and wizards, called The De La Cour.It was perfect. You came in for work today...loads of work to do and you're just in it for some great day-off. Miranda you're friend from school AND co-worker came in to your office. "Hey!" she said smiling. "Hi." You said in a very tired voice. "You're so worked up...actually....you're ALWAYS worked up." you managed to laugh while filing some papers but didn't bother, so you wavered your wand and they filed by themselves. "I've got us something..." she said and Miranda pulled out an envelope. "What is it?" you ask her. "Tickets...for the quidditch game tomorrow. It's at the Stadium. You'll love it. Remember you told me that you liked watching Quidditch at your old school? So we're going tomorrow. Whether you like it or not." you nod and smiled at her. "Thank you. I needed this." Miranda smiled and walked out, "That's why you owe me!" you laughed and went back to work. You feel really tired and decided to go home early. In your dreams...it haunted you again. It was Oliver of course, but what does it mean? Of course you were startled. You wanted to move on, because you're sure he has. Since he's a big Seeker for the P. United. He certainly didn't hold anything back. The next day, Miranda came to pick you up. You two traveled by portkey. You got to the stadium and looked for your seats. It was at the top, with a great view. "This is great, Miranda. Where did you get the tickets?" Miranda shrugged it off. "A Present, and yes these are great seats, that's why we should enjoy it!" You two chat for a minute and then the announcer let out the players. They zoomed everywhere. You were smiling, eager to see the game...when you're smile faded as you look at one of the player. You held your breathe. "No it cannot be..." you think to yourself. Then you look closely and see a very familiar handkerchief wavering at the tip. The Hanky's been faded over the years of course, but his face was unmistakable. He had that soft touseled brown hair...and those gorgeous brown-eyes. He waved to the people as to his team mates...It was Oliver...Oliver Wood. "Miranda..." you say, trying to gather your stuff. "No, you're not leaving. You're staying, and if you leave i will for sure get mad at you." you slyly sat back down. "Are you okay? You seem un-happy?" She shake your head right away, but kept watch of Oliver. He's definetely have grown and became more mature-looking. But his shoulders...those borad shoulders, he still had. Then at that moment a glimpse of that night at the cottage by lake popped in your head. You shake it off intently. Oliver was a great Keeper...well because he's doing what he loves for a living. The game was over, and Miranda dragged you out. "I've got another surprise for you." she said smiling. "We get to interview these guys...for a column. It would be fabulous!" she said smiling really big. You try to pull back. "Um..no Miranda, No! We can't." But she ignored you. You feel like there's a rock on your stomach and that your mouth has gone dry. You take a deep breathe as Miranda and you awaited in a room. "The couch is getting them." she said. She was so happy, yet if it wasn't for one person, you'd be too. The players came in...they sat down at one of the biggest sofas you've ever seen. "Hello, ladies." They all said. You kept your head down...he hasn't recognized you, which you feel frustrated, yet glad. "Hi my name is Miranda Wilder and this is the owner and edite of Glitz magazine..." you looked at her in horror, because she was about to say your name. "This is. ~~~~ ~~~~~." you closed your eyes. "Hello, Ms. ~~~~~." they all said. You looked at Oliver, he was just staring at you. He wasn't moving and carried a faded expression. You can't take it. "Miranda, I'll be outside..." before she can even say okay, you had left. "Wait...un okay nevermind." Miranda then got talking to the rest of the players. You got off and walked around. "Oi...that's great, just pass us by like that." you turn to whoever was talking. Then your face lit up! You will not ever forget those faces and that hair. "Fred! George!" You came up to them and gave them big hugs. "Glad to see you too ~~~~." Fred said. "You look great. Time's treated you well." George said. You blushed, "You too. Wait. what are you two doing here?" you ask them. George and Fred looked at each other. "Well...um...Oliver's playing you see, and we wanted to see if you'll come...and you did and...well..." George was cut off when he looked over your shoulder. You traced his glance and saw Oliver walking towards you and the twins. His head down, and hands in pockets. "Here is! Mr. Wood!" George said. Oliver finally is close to all you three. "Hello guys." he said looking at the twins. The twins nudged each other..."Ahem...ahem..." coughed Fred. There was a silence. "Um...well guys, I'd better be going." you tell them. "What? Why?" George asked. "...because I've got work tomorrow." the twins were disappointed. "Um...okay, I'll be at De La Cour if you ever need me. They know me there." You said bye, and headed out of the stadium. You feel like crying, because you've seen him, yet niether of you decided to do anything about it. "Oh god! Why didn't I do anything...." you ask yourself. Then you feel someone grab your hand and turn you around. For a moment there, you're now staring at Oliver's face. "Please...stay..."
...leave run!
*speechless*
oh...oliver...