Whisper glared at the back of Olivier’s head as he pulled her to the port key. Yeah, she loved Qudittich just as much as he did, but they had just shared something special. It had been her first time, but maybe it hadn’t been his…
She quickly pushed the thought away and almost ran into him as he stopped in front of the port key. She looked at it and scoffed, the Malfoy coming out in her. “I’m not touching that.”
Oliver looked down at the old dog toy and sighed. “Whisper…” “Whisper what?” She glared slightly. Oliver sighed and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Look I’m sorry honey. I know you wanted to just take time and let what we did really sink in, but can’t we do that later…?” He kissed her forehead, making her sigh. She hated not getting her way. “Fine, but I’m still not touching the doggy toy.” He laughed and held her close as he grabbed it.
Whisper closed her eyes as she and Oliver hit the ground. “I hate that.” She pouted as she got up and dusted herself off. “It’s not that bad.” Oliver said and looked around. “I don’t think we are in the right place.” He turned to her. “Where did you set it to send us?” She had set the spell on the port key…
“Uh….” Whisper put her hands over her face. “I don’t know.” His mouth fell open as he stared at her. “What?” She sat on the ground and hugged her knees. “I said I don’t know.” He looked up at the sky and pouted. “Whisper….” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I messed up.” You could tell she was close to tears and his was quickly sitting next to her, arms around her. “It’s fine. Things like this happen.”
“What is this?” Came a voice from behind them. Whisper and Oliver both gasped as they turned around. “Victor-“ She started. “Krum.” He finished. He nodded. “What are you two doing out in the woods?” Whisper got up and blushed. “I don’t think I sat out port key right. We were going to the World Cup.” Oliver just nodded, amazed. Krum nodded. “Well you are not far so don’t be in dismay my dear.” He said and flashed her smile, making her giggle. That little comment snapped Oliver back into reality and his quickly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.
“Will you show us the way?” He asked, trying to sound hateful;. He nodded, but didn’t take his eyes off Whisper. “Of course.” He walked past them and Oliver was not happy as Whisper hurried pulled away from him and followed after Krum.
She stopped and stared. “Oh wow…” They had just came up to the site of the Qudittich World Cup and she was standing next to Krum, Oliver wasn’t far behind, glaring. “What do you think?” Krum asked, taking a step closer to her. “It’s astonishing…” She said breathlessly. They her arm was grabbed and she was being jerked down the hill. “Thanks for showing us the way!” He yelled to Krum. Whisper leaned over and sighed. “That was rude Oliver.” He said nothing and started looking for their tent.
Whisper sat at the table in their tent and watched Oliver. He was glaring at nothing in particular. “What’s wrong honey?” She sighed and laid her head on her arm. “Nothing.” He said and looked over his shoulder. “Some people should just back off other people when they are already taken.” “What are yo-“ Whisper started laughing. “Oh Oliver!” She gushed. “Are you jealous of Victor Krum?!”
Oliver blushed. “I am not!” He yelled. Whisper smiled and walked over, sitting in his lap. “Don’t you lie to me Wood.” She smirked. He looked away from her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned back on is and sighed. “Honey, you have nothing to worry about. You are much better then he is.” “But he better at Qudditch…” Oliver wined. She giggled and kissed him. “It doesn’t matter.” She turned his face so he was looking right here. “You are the one I love.” His face brightened. “You love me…?” She blushed. “Yeah…” He kissed her. “I love you too.”
Whisper jumped up and down as they went up the steps to their seats. “Omigod!” She screamed. “We are so high up!” Oliver laughed and grabbed her hand. “Only the best for my love.” She kissed his cheek and tripped in the process. He laughed and held out his hand to her. She giggled and took it. “Pushing my daughter Wood?” Whisper froze and held Oliver’s hand tightly. They both slowly turned around. “Daddy…” She said and tried to hide her fear and distress.
