"Another one?" I asked Oliver as a letter appeared in his hand from one of those demon creatures that Lockhart had sent out. Seriously, who really wanted to be embarrassed like this ever? We'd heard what happened to Harry with his. I felt bad for him, actually. I huffed and he smirked at my jealousy. "Valentine's day is just a holiday that people use to make money." Or, well, in the muggle world. And in the wizarding world, for that matter.
"Aw." Oliver kissed my cheek. "Be my valentine?" he mocked.
I glared. "How'd those things even get in here?"
"Dunno," Fred and George said together. Right as they sat down one of them came zooming up to me, making me flinch out of surprise. It shoved a card into my hand. Honestly, I didn't even want anymore and I already knew that it was from Brandon. He knew that I hated this holiday. Oliver had torn up the 'valentine' with Flint's rude comments to me before I could even get a chance to read it. I opened it, saw Flint's name, and read the first sentence, which I immediately regretted, and Oliver snatched it from me. I stood and tossed Brandon's into the fireplace. He wasn't here, it's not like he'd know where it went or ask to read it.
Fred and George had run off again. Maybe they'd forgotten to send whatever they call valentines. I, most certainly, would not want a valentine from either one of the Weasley twins.
"What're we doing then, valentine?" I asked.
"Well, after the other dates that I have.."
I shoved him a bit. "That's cruel and I don't think that I even want to go out with you later now." Oliver snickered and tossed his arm over my shoulder, pulling me close.
"We could be lame--"
"Since when did you use my words?"
"--and do that watchin the sunset thing."
"What makes you think that it's lame?" I eyed him.
"I thought that you'd think that," he said, a bit confused.
I flipped my hair. "Apparently you don't know me as well as you thought you did." Honestly? I did think it was lame but I wasn't going to tell him that.
He snickered. "Don't think we'd be able to anyways. So we might have to just go upstairs and watch it or something." After hearing him say that ninety five percent of me thought that he wished that Brandon had been put in the same room.
It was quite convenient that Oliver's bed was next to the window which we had open. We had to wait till the others had gone to bed, Oliver enjoyed seeing the angry look on Brandon's face, before sneaking me in there which meant that I had enough time to change into my pajamas.
"Move over, Oliver," I whispered as I laid down next to him, looking out the window.
"Well, this isn't so lame," he said quietly as I rested my head on his chest.
"Probably better than lying on the cold ground outside."
"And this is more comfortable," he said. Without my noticing he had started to kiss my jawline and down my collarbone.
"Oliver," I whispered, trying to stay quiet as he smiled against my collarbone. "People are sleeping."
"Then stop talking." The warmth from my neck was gone within a minute due to one of the boys grumbling.
"No, mother, I do not need my socks ironed."
Oliver and I sprung apart so fast that had he not grabbed me I would have fallen off the bed. "This'll be an interesting view for the guys to wake up to."
"They'll deal with it," I mumbled, too tired to go to sleep.
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I really do hate Valentine's though I know that some people actually do like it so I felt that I needed to write it.
