A/N: had some uploading troubles :) Hope you can see the full chapter now. I will probably be taking a couple days off from writing due to a very, very busy schedule, which is the cause of this upload spree. I'll be back in the weekend though! Hope you enjoy this chapter ♥

Erin grabbed the letter and put it into her bag to put with the other 16 letters. It had been a little over two weeks and Oliver had sent her a letter every day. Erin didn't open them, though. Opening them now would only result in her wanting to talk to Oliver and since she wouldn't see him for another three weeks, that was not a good plan.

She had done quite a good job at dealing with the situation. Sure, she still cried at night, secretly watching the memory in her locket over and over again, but she smiled again. She laughed again and actually meant it. She wanted to be past the situation before deciding whether she was going to jump back into it or not.

Fred and George had done an incredible job at getting her to smile. They'd constantly ask her and Beatrice to plan and execute pranks with them. Even though Erin was a total goody-two-shoes, she couldn't decline those offers. Especially because Beatrice liked it so much and maybe, perhaps, possibly, she also enjoyed hanging out with George. Maybe it was because she was still vulnerable, or because she just recently realised how caring and kind George really is, but she couldn't deny that she felt something towards him and she was not going to feel guilty about it. She was going to keep an open mind and take it slowly. Oliver had messed up and even though she still wanted to see what he had to say, she wasn't sure if she'd want to get back together with him. And if she caught feelings for George, that was just a nice extra.

Benji had heard about the situation as well, as it was the talk of half the Gryffindor table and he had tried to console Erin, but he didn't really knew what to do either. He was a fourteen year old boy, of course he didn't. He did tell Erin that he'd hex Oliver with all the spells he had next time he saw him. 

Another letter fell down on her plate. There was a different handwriting on it this time, but Erin didn't recognize it.

"When is the boy going to give up?" Beatrice rolled her eyes. She had officially decided that she'd never, ever like Oliver again and Erin couldn't blame her. Erin put the second letter in her bag as well. It was probably one of Oliver's tactics, using another handwriting to get her to read it, so she wasn't sure yet if she'd open it or not.

Erin noticed George at the Gryffindor table, signing her all kinds of things that Erin couldn't understand. She made a confused face to show him that he was not getting anywhere with his tactics, so eventually, he stood up and walked over to their table.

"What the hell were you trying to tell me?" Erin grinned as he had reached them. George placed his hands on Erin's shoulders with a sigh.

"You haven't got any classes today, right?" George asked.

"I do not", Erin looked up as far as she could to catch George's eyes.

"Well, then you're coming with Fred and me. We've got some things to test out", he smiled. Erin shrugged.

"Sure."

"Great", George said with a wink and left again.

"He's so into you", Anthony said, who had followed the entire interaction.

"Oh, he's not, we're just friends", Erin said, not completely agreeing with herself. Sure, he didn't try anything with her because he was a respectful human being, but she did see the way he looked at her. It was the way Erin always used to look at Oliver. But she didn't quite mind him looking at her like that.

"Sure captain, whatever you say", Michael added, which caused Erin to feel a crack in her heart re-open. They more often called her captain as, well, she was their captain, but it made her think of Oliver every single time. The word had only one meaning for Erin and that was Oliver, it was her little nickname for him. He was her Captain.

"Well, I'm going to find the twins. Have fun in Potions", Erin said and smiled at Beatrice, who stuck out her tongue at the comment.

Erin grabbed her cloak and left the great hall, still feeling sad.

"There are my favourite gingers", she smirked as she noticed the twins at the end of the hallways. They were carrying huge boxes, fiddling with the lock on one of the doors down the hall.

"Let me help you with that", she chuckled as she noticed them struggling.

"Alohamora", she mumbled and opened the door. It was a storage room for spell books apparently, a place where Erin had never been before.

"How do you guys find these rooms?"

"Trade secret", George smiled, putting down the boxes and pulling away the curtain in front of the single window so they could actually see.

"So what have you got for me?" Erin asked, plopping down on the floor.

"Right", Fred started. "You know our business, Weasleys Wizard Wheezes is taking off, right?" he asked. They had started selling prank sweets at the beginning of the year and it was a success to say the least.

"Yes?"

"Well, after we graduate, we want to open a shop."

"A joke's shop", George added.

"So we've been coming up with all kinds of new ideas and we want you to try them.

"Well, first of all, I think that's a brilliant idea. I'll be a regular customer. And secondly, have you tested these new ideas out already? I'd prefer to live for a couple years longer", she grinned.

"Of course we have, we're responsible humans", George said.

"Yeah, on first years", Fred snickered. These two were unbelievable.

"That's not okay, but sure, I'll try them. Show me what you got."

"Well, first we've got these", Fred said and handed her a blue box filled with what appeared to be chocolate drops.

"What do these do?" she asked.

"Just taste them. They don't harm you", George said. "They're just not what you'd expect."

"Am I going to get physically harmed?"

"Of course not. You trust me, don't you?" George laughed. Did Erin trust him? Not at all.

"I'll be but hurt if you say no", he grinned. Erin sighed and took the box, taking out one of the silver wrapped sweets. It looked like ordinary chocolate and smelled like it.

"Come on, don't be a wuz", Fred grinned. Wuz, that's what Benjy had called her at the Quidditch World Cup. And then Oliver had gotten jealous. Oliver ...

Erin shook the thoughts out of her head and popped one of the sweets into her mouth. They tasted like normal chocolates, at first.

Suddenly, an immensely salty taste exploded in her mouth, draining all the moisture on her tongue. Erin coughed loudly, pushing the box aside.

"That's disgusting", she said, her voice hoarse because of the lack of moisture.

"Here, drink something", George said, handing her a cup of orange juice. Erin downed it quickly, wanting to get rid of the salty taste.

And then her mouth was on fire, literally. Erin literally coughed fire, causing George and Fred to laugh hysterically.

"I bloody hate you guys", Erin complained, filling the empty cup with water using the Aguamenti charm and downing that again until the hot sensation had disappeared mostly.

"Hey, are you okay?" George asked, noticing the tears in her eyes. Erin wasn't sad, but she couldn't even handle spicy food, let alone fire-breathing orange juice.

"Yeah, don't worry", she said, rubbing her eyes coughing again.

"Sorry, should have warned you", George said, inspecting her face.

"Well, it definitely works. Remind me to never take any food from you two ever again." She sat back down, still recovering from the recent events.

"You were just introduced to our Shimmering Silver Salt Drops and our Otters Fizzy Orange Juice", Fred read off the little paper he was holding.

"Well, I suggest we demonstrate the other items instead of letting you try them", George smirked.

"That sounds like a terrific idea."

They spent the next two hours having fun with their new inventions. They came up with cream eggs that turn you into a huge canary for a whole minute, a daydream charm that creates half an hour daydreams and Creepy Crawlies, which Erin didn't want to think about ever again.

"Okay, last but not least!" Fred said, grabbing a big pink box.

"No, Fred, not those", George said. "They're not finished yet, right?" He was putting a bit too much stress on the "right", confusing Erin.

"Come on Georgie, they're our pride and joy", Fred said, taking one of the bottles out of the box. The liquid inside was pink and almost seemed luminescent.

"Fred, no", George sighed, trying to grab the bottle from his brother, but Fred pulled away immediately.

"We created it especially for females. We need a female opinion", Fred kept going, keeping the glass bottle from George's reach. His brother was getting really worked up now and Erin had a feeling she knew why. She knew what the potion in Fred's hand was.

"Oh, I see why you don't want-"

"Stop it Fred!" George growled, snatching the potion from his grasp. Fred tried to pull away, but George's sudden move only caused him to drop the bottle. Erin covered her eyes as the glass broke, spilling its entire contents on the floor.

Erin knew exactly why George didn't want to show her their love potion, a form or Amortentia. Not because he might smell things related to her, but because of what she would smell.

The entire room smelled exactly like Oliver Wood.

Erin grabbed her bag and cloak and quickly sprinted out of the room. Her head was spinning and she felt dizzy. All she could think of was Oliver Wood.

"Erin? Erin!" George was calling for her, but Erin needed to get away from that room as fast as possible. Her heart was racing and her palms were sweaty. The last time she had smelled that was on Platform nine and three quarters, almost four months ago. It was the last time she had hugged Oliver, the last time she had kissed him. She didn't know you could miss a smell so badly, but oh how she missed it right now.

She ran down the stairs, towards the Hufflepuff common room and straight to her dorm. Luckily, no one was there, so she could shamelessly fall down on her bed and cry.

All the cracks in her heart that she had mended were reopened again. There was no one or nothing else in the world she loved as much as Oliver Wood. It was the only thing she had smelled. And he was not hers anymore.

She cried for a solid half hour before she could calm down again. She knew that it had been a while and it was time for her to stop reacting so intensely, but she couldn't help it. She genuinely believed she was moving on, but this simple incident showed her she wasn't.

She stared at the stack of 16 envelopes on her trunk, every single one unopened. She sighed and got the two new ones out of her bag, putting them with the rest. Her hand lingered on the one with the different handwriting. What if it was her family? Or something important.

She took a deep breath and swallowed, before ripping the envelope open, taking out the letter. It wasn't Oliver and it definitely wasn't her family. This she hadn't expected.