Oh.

Oliver's words, which were supposed to be a compliment, hadn't gone down quite the way he expected. Maan, this girl stuff was suuu difficult. Time to backtrack.. or use his that Slytherin silver tongue he had been blessed with. “I don't mean you look 'different' - 'weird'.” He explained complete with air-quotes. “I mean you look different to how you usually look. I'm not used to seeing you all dolled up like this.” He waved his hand in front of her face indicating her hair and make-up. “You look....” What? Cue the tomato face. “...Really beautiful.” Like a young woman and not that girl in her Gryffindor robes he saw everyday.

He raised an eyebrow and eyed her, ignoring the hotness around the collarage area. “No you don't.” He said deadpan. “When I went to the effort of feigning a heart attack purely to entertain you, you looked at me like I was insane.” Which was probably true but still – takes one to know one and all that jazz. “'Sides.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It's was too subtle – I doubt you would get it.”

Smirrrrrrrrrk.

So the lad was starting to relax. Poor Hammy – what had she got herself into? Hehe.

He noted the pout. “Not gonna work, missy.” Although if she added puppy dog eyes to the mix, Oliver would most certainly cave. She had such pretty eyes and he was but a weak-willed teenage boy.

Was she being serious about the dream thing? Yeah, she was weird, but this dream thing was, like, reh-heally weird... yet kinda cute at the same time. “No.” He replied sincerely – he didn't think she was insane – 'weird' and 'insane' are both very different things after all. Then, “Yes.” Nod, nod.. to the insecure thing. Like when she hid in the Gryffie common room lest she bump into any Ravenclaws with their 'book dust'. N'awwww.

“I like that you're weird.” He elbowed her playfully. “There's never a dull moment with you Cam, seriously.” And to hold Oliver's attention for more than five minutes was quite a feat. Kudos to HCammy.

His eyes snapped up to meet hers and he smiled when she laughed at him. “Good.” He said squeezing her hand. “Cos what's it going to look like if the Captain doesn't dance with his date?” Mwhahahaha! He knew he had her now! He mock winced when she punched him. “Strong swing like that.. why aren't you on the Gryffie team with a bat in your hand?” He pulled another face at her and reached up to flick her forehead lightly. “It would have worked perfectly if you hadn't got in the way.” He retorted with smirk in place.. but he let it falter. “The fact that I was trying to impress you is but a minor detail” Wink. Hehe.

He felt her move closer.. Cold sounded great to him, especially now there was very little space between he and this very pretty young woman. Maan.. it WAS hot in here, wasn't it? “Alright.” he said softly and started towards the Great Hall opening up that gap once again. Phew!