Title: Boys and Girls

Disclaimer: not mine, piss off.

Rating: PG for safety reasons..

Intro: well, Katie/Olivers seem to be the popular..this might be a little sweet-valley style fluff but I just wanted to do it…there's a bit of self insertion as in based the characters on my friends, but otherwise there's no real bad, I couldn't write a happy friendship thing with Harry Hermione and Ron(I tried but I think it didn't work out..go check the first chapter if you want, it's called It's A Girl Thing) so….obscure characters! Yeah! And the characters I decided to base on MioneMalfoy and her two friends Kim and B2, with a bit of input from my classmates at school. Shut up, lynn, cos you're Katie. Hah!. By the way I'm borrowing kim's famed laughter thing from ya, that okay?

Chapter One: Platform Nine and Three Quarters(Ollie)…

Katie

"Do you remembah the tiiiime, when we fell in love, do you remembah the tiiime.."

"Oh no!"

I groaned. They were at it again! Katie Bell and Athene Brown, my best friends since somewhere around five years old, and (you would think, at sixteen) relatively mature young witches, were singing. Not just singing, that would have been bearable. They were bloody crooning their bloody lungs out at Platform Nine and Three Quarters in the middle of London!! Oh, and did I mention the dancing? Thankfully, the platform was so busy with anxious parents and Hogwarts students(and teachers) that nobody noticed the singing, dancing, Michael Jackson weirdos.

"KATIE!!" cried Alicia as soon as they saw me. Athene, on the other hand, had just burst into laughter on the spot. She tends to do that.

I stopped in my tracks and feigned fear. "Pardon me, do I know you two? I'm searching for my friends, they're going on the train, I'd better find them they're waiting for me."

I retreated slowly while the two of them advanced on me in a would-be menacing way. "Aaargh!"

And there we were, hugging and comparing nail polish and other silly things teenage girls are given to doing. A horn blew.

"That's the train," gasped Alicia, one of nature's worriers.

"Choo choo," said Athene, just before starting up the giggles again. I stared at her. "Nutcase!"

"I—hahahah, I kn-hahah—I know!" Athene choked out in between hysterical ha's and wheezes.

"Come on, come on!" said Alicia, grabbing my trolley. "I've already reserved us a compartment on the train, great place."

I rolled my eyes at 'Thene. I had no doubt that Ally had been here an hour ago, scoped out every single bloody car and then chosen one as close as possible to Terry Boot. Three guesses.

"Right," I said slyly. "I suppose we're not in a car dangerously located near a bunch of, say, Ravenclaws, are we?"

Alicia blushed. "Well, I've always said that the segregation between houses was terrible," she said quickly as we stepped into the train. "It will do us good to interact with our classmates."

"Right," quipped Athene dryly. She sighed dramatically. "Ah, young love."

Alicia slapped Athene, I laughed, and then the slapper suddenly made a great play of noticing somebody.

"Johnson! Hey, Johnson!"

She, rather too quickly, pushed my trolley off in another direction. 'Thene and I followed at no particular rush, laughing.

"So…" she said mischeviously. "How is you-know-who-not-that-you-know-who?"

I glared at her. "Oh, fine," she said. "You are no fun at all!"

Sensitive subject. Go figure.

We turned into our designated compartment, where a cushion hit me squarely in the face. I fell to the floor.

"Bloody hell…"

Alicia

I clapped my hand to my mouth. "Katie!" I cried, rushing over to help my unconscious friend. Athene, delightedly, had picked up the deserted cushion and made her way over to the other occupants of the car: Angelina Johnson; a Fifth Year whom we had seemingly taken under wing, Fred and George Weasley, her best friends and the best, or perhaps the worst practical jokers ever seen at Hogwarts, and another, sleeping boy, Oliver Wood.

The most in common that everyone in this compartment(proudly reserved by yours truly, the most spacious on the whole train. Well, maybe not the most spacious, but the most..er..strategically located one on the train) had was that we were all on Gryffindor's Quidditch team. Well, except Athene, she couldn't abide by Quidditch. Always wondered why, she would be one hell of a Beater. Oliver Wood was our captain, the twins were Beaters, and us girls were Chasers. At the moment, we were playing a simplified version of it in the car with one of Oliver's old cushions(out of his trunk without permission but who cared? He was dead to the world!) as a Quaffle. No Bludgers, no Snitch, just goals. Naturally, the doorway had been one of the goals. Whoops!

"Uuuh," moaned Katie.

On the other side, a hysterical cackle rang out, also screams and yelps from the Weasley twins and uncontrollable giggles from Ickle Angir as we liked to call her as she rolled about on the floor.

I, rather charitably may I say, slapped Katie's cheeks a couple of times.

The witch with the sweets and stuff poked her head through the door and nearly screamed at what she saw. This caused another round of laughs and Miss Xavier just shook her head and smiled at us in a sort of wistful way and reminded us where she would be if we got hungry.

Eventually, Katie came to. By this time, the cushion was had subsided and it landed up under her head. After a load of heavy lifting(that girl is not a feather!) we managed to get her onto the same couch as Oliver and decided to get my camera out and pose them in…unhealthy positions…while we photographed them and hoped to Merlin on high that they didn't suddenly wake up and hex us all. They would, at any rate, just not now.

The first thing Katie said(thanks to the aid of Muggle smelling salts courtesy of Athene) should not be published, but she calmed down eventually. That is to say, everyone got out of their hiding places after a few minutes of unladylike swearing. Katie could curse like an Irishman(no offence meant to any Irishmen around. Or women.)

At this moment, she sat down at the farthest place from Oliver, I think she suspected something. He was still sleeping! What was wrong with that bloke?

Athene, though, took advantage of the empty seat next to George(well, I think so anyway. Paedophile!) and, also, on the cushion.

Athene

I flounced over to the seat next to Oliver the sleeping wonder, ignoring the would-be dirty look I was getting from Ally. Honestly, that girl thinks that I am some sort of pervert, going after George Weasley!

As I sat, I realized there was something strange about the seat I was on…I reached down and picked up the Quaffle! I frowned. It really was a lovely thing, it looked handmade. It had a Quidditch-hoop-and-broomsticks motif embroidered all over it in different colors and a Gryffindor lion on the corner.

"What is Oliver Wood doing with an embroidered cushion anyway?"

We started throwing the thing around again, everyone getting a look at it. When it came back to me, I took a closer look at a little tag that I hadn't noticed before.

"Hey, wait a minute," I called. Angelina was wrestling with Fred on the floor with Katie and George as referees. "There's something on this tag, sort of a message."

Fred looked up. "Yeah? What's it say?" he said, just before he was slammed onto the ground by a triumphant Angelina.

"One! Two! THREE!" shouted Katie and George while Fred struggled to get out of Angie's death grip.

She jumped up. "YES! YES!" she crowed. "Bite my dust, Weasley!" She had been to the United Stated this summer and had acquired a lovely tan and some embarrassing new phrases. By this time, she was hopping around, pumping her fists into the air. She really was rather a sight to see, ponytail yanked to the side, clothes slightly ripped, a bruise forming on her cheek. I began laughing for the twentieth time that day, and the pillow was forgotten for a moment.

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Shut up, everyone! Oi, 'Thene, what's it say?"

I waved my hand at her, trying to steady my breathing. Finally, I was relatively composed enough to read the teeny inscription on the maroon cushion.

Big mistake. I burst out laughing, the worst I had ever been since the time Professor Snape dumped a hair raising Potion on himself.

Katie

I was alarmed, definitely, and I had to see what the hell was so funny. "What is it?" I said, poking Athene lightly in the ribs.

"Ow!" she managed to croak, still laughing.

Alicia remarked, "She hasn't been this bad since the time Snape dumped the Raiser on himself."

"The what?" asked George. Fred and Angie listened as well. I giggled, slightly. Nobody was paying attention to Athene.

"Well," I said, grinning, "there was this one time, in our second year, Professor Snape came in with two vials of identical gray mushy stuff. Someone got up his arse at that particular moment, so he raised the uncorked one, like you'd raise a finger and sploosh!"

Alicia was laughing now. Fred and George looked like they had died and gone to Heaven.

"All his hair stood all the way up for a week!" piped Alicia.

So now, everybody was,basically, laughing their arses off. That memory still brought tears to my eyes.

Then, unexpectedly, Athene started hitting George with the cushion. Honestly, she likes him. She showed him that which she had previously thought funnier than Professor's Snape's hair standing up. He did too.

The cushion was passed around and everybody was laughing ten times harder than before. I was last in line to receive a look at the little thing, but whn I did, I was glad that I had been the last.

Whoa.

Oliver.

When I woke up, I was surrounded by a lot of people. I felt rather like a goldfish. In order, from left to right, they were Ickle Angie, Fred, Kat, 'Thene, Ally and George. They were looking at me in a rather curious way, like they were expecting me to explode. Actually…it looked like they were waiting to explode themselves.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed a small maroon cushion. Oh bugger.

Everyone took a deep breath. It was then that I noticed a bunch of Ravenclaws behind them, peering at me in the same, dreadful manner. Oh no…oh no…

"Good morning, OLLIE!"

I groaned and tried to hide underneath my cloak. The rest of the damn carriage burst into laughter. Into hysterics actually. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me right then and there.

The Head Prefect, Percy Weasley I believe he's called, opened the door.

"What is the meaning of this?" he exclaimed.

"Percy!" I said, relieved.

"Stay where you are, Wood, I think you're about to be trampled," he said, glaring at everyone in the room. They were rather oblivious to the poor redhead, though.

"Fred! George!" he said, sounding very much like a nagging aunt. "Get off Oliver this instant! And you lot!" he said, motioning at the Ravenclaws. "Back in your compartment!"

"Oh no," I heard someone murmur. I think it was Alicia.

Everyone shuffled back.

"I'm here to tell you and you," he said, nodding at George and then Fred, "that I've just received an owl from mother. You're getting personal tutors for the O.W.L's. Professor Dumbledore will tell you who."

"What?" cried the twins in unison. They turned to each other, and said, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't-" before petering out into different reasons.

Percy rolled his eyes.

"How long until we reach school?" I asked hopefully, still red from the cushion incident. My aunt sewed it for me, alright? I can't bloody help what she calls me!

Percy was reading the tag, too. Damn. He shook his head at me.

"Not for a while more, Ollie," he said apologetically.

Somewhere, Athene started giggling again and the whole damn place was at it.

Bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger.

It was going to be one hell of a year.

End of chapter.

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