Chapter two

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
A violent game
                          
"Wake up."
                          





                          
"Wake up."





                          
She felt someone shaking her.
                          





                          
"Wake up!"
                          





                          
Silence.
                          





                          
"BLOODY HELL WOULD YOU WAKE UP ALREADY"
                          


                          
Next thing Olivia knew, she was on the floor, her limbs tangled with her sheets, staring up at her very irritated twin through a blurry vision.
                          
"Will you get up and get ready, we're leaving in a bit and we won't wait for you," Ron said crossly before stomping out of the room she shared with Hermione and Ginny.
                          
Those two were already up and dressed, and were currently finishing packing their backpacks.
                          
"I tried waking you gently Liv," started Hermione.
                          
"But as I told her, you sleep like the dead and only brute force will wake you up, which is something Ron was very willing to do," finished her sister bluntly.
                          
Olivia grumbled incoherently, sorely getting up from the wooden floor and making her way to the bathroom. As her hand was about to twist the knob, the door suddenly opened, and the half asleep girl stumbled into something hard.
                          
"Oof" said a voice.
                          
She looked up, and found herself staring into a pair of emerald green eyes. She blushed furiously as she realised that she was pressed up against Harry's bare chest, and that one of his armes was tight against her waist to keep her from falling.
                          
Someone coughed from behind them, and they sprang apart, Olivia turning around to face her twin, who didn't look all too please with the scene infront of him.
                          
"What are y-" 
                          
But before he could finish his sentence, Olivia had pushed Harry out of the way and proceeded to slam the bathroom door shut and locking it three times, breathing heavily, face still as red as her hair. 
                          
"What a way to start the day," she muttered to herself as she began getting ready for the trip.
                          
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