Disclaimer: JKR owns HP. Title from Sara Bareilles "Come Round Soon."

a/n: Well, I finally wrote this! Hopefully it's not too terrible. As you may know, this is a sequel to Unfortuanlty, You Owe Me Nothing & It's Too Late. Thanks to amazoness, KonekoKitz, ally., luverofjamesnadlily, and my greatest encouragement and bff, thewordiscool for your reviews & love. Sorry it took me so long to write this.


A Clear Sky Just Wouldn't Feel Right

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It looks like it's about to storm.

I haven't been able to sit still all week, but now, one-hundred and forty feet in the air with buffets of wind trying to tear me off my broom, I feel calm. I've always loved that gathering of power before a storm. Anything might happen and it makes me feel reckless. But uncharacteristically reckless aside, I'm not stupid and I head for the ground and some shelter.

As I climb off my broom I see him on the edge of the pitch, broomstick in hand. He sees me and freezes. For the first time, thunder cracks overhead. My incredulity takes over my mouth.

"Are you mental? Why are you heading out now?

He smiles slightly, remembering when I used to call him mental on a daily basis.

"I thought that was a well established fact."

We stand awkwardly a few feet apart, neither seeming able to move.

"I just…needed to get up in the air, you know?" he says, gesturing at the sky with his broom. "Everything seems to make more sense out here."

"Yeah, things haven't been making much sense for me either, lately," I say while staring fixedly over his left shoulder.

He looks at me sharply, then hopefully as he guesses at my implication. He steps forward. "Katie, I…" Lightning flashes and thunder booms. I start and he puts his hand on my arm. "Katie, hear me out." He squeezes my arm to make me look at him. He looks determined, like he does at the beginning of every season, like everything could blow up in his face but he has to believe it won't because he wants to succeed so badly. "Look, I know I've been a jerk, and I know what you said last week – that I was wrong about you liking me, and maybe I'm crazy – well, we all know I'm crazy, but I like you, Katie. I've been miserable not talking to you."

Thunder crackles overhead but I barely hear it. Oliver looks more upset than I've ever seen him and I unconsciously step forward, wanting to comfort him. Another burst of thunder and it starts to rain. Big, heavy drop splatter our faces and suddenly I'm grinning like an idiot. Oliver smiles too and I throw my arms around his neck and hug him.

"Go out with me, Kates?" he half-shouts over the thunder, and I laugh and nod, too happy to speak. He pulls back slightly and looks at me and my breath catches in my throat, but he just slides his arm around my shoulders and we walk back up to the castle in the rain.


Well, it's done! Thanks for reading. Don't hate me for not having them kiss…somehow I thought it would mean more if they didn't. Please review! Much love!