A/N: I deleted 'Differences'. Don't ahte me, I didn't really like the story anymore. Here's another OliverKatie fic, enjoy!

Chapter One

Oh, there she was with her cheeky Irish smile and her annoyingly cute English accent. Katie Bell danced through the hallways between the various compartments, talking extremely loud about her summer with Angie and Licia. Oh, joy. Coming to MY

compartment. Yay. Woo. Lucky me! Just what I wanted, a trio of very loud girls gossiping while I was trying to focus on my Quidditch Plays. Honestly, they're great Chasers and all, but they have no respect for people who pore over every bit of

information of the game. In other words, me.

"HI, OLLIE!" Angie exclaimed, bursting in through the door.

Yes, me, Oliver Wood, Keeper and Captain of the House Team, Gryffindor. Apparantly obsessive, according to the words of Ms Bell, the Blonde Bombshell. Would be hot if she didn't always try to get me into trouble and what-not. I didn't mean to make that rhyme, by the way. ' Bell' and 'Shell' just rhyme, as do 'Hot' and 'What-not'. Okay, I confess, I'm weird.

"Hey, girls," I said with no emotion what-so-ever.

"What's wrong, Olliekins?" Alicia inquired.

"Meh," was all I said.

"Fight with Choooooo?" Katie let the name 'Cho' ring. Ouch. I winced. Katie never really talked to me anymore.

"Yes. Broke up like, a month ago." I checked my watch for the date. "Yeah, a month. Literally. August first. Mm hmm."

"Are you okay?" Alicia asked. Ah, she was always the considerate one. Angelina was just plain loud. Katie was... well, Katie was Katie. Thoroughly annoying. Doesn't know when to shut up, that girl.

"Meh," I said again.

"What's 'meh' mean?" Katie asked, sitting across from me.

"Meh means Mother Earth's Hot."

"Huh?"

"I don't know. Fred and George made up an acronym for it. 'Meh' doesn't mean anything. It means whatever you want it to mean.

"And what do you want it to mean right now?"

"Do you ever stop asking questions, Katherine?"

"Do you always answer and question with a question, Oliver?"

"Sometimes. Right now, 'meh' means 'not really'."

I noticed Angelina and Alicia were staring at me and Katie as if we were the latest hot couple in Hogwarts. That look scares me.

The look is a dreamy expression on their faces with their eyebrows raised up. Not a good look for me. Then, they looked at each other and started giggling. Must be a girl thing. Guys don't usually look at each other and giggle. If they do... well, you know they're not straight.

"Why are you 'not really' all right?"

"Meh."

"Meaning?"

"I don't have to tell you."

"Vent to me, Ollie."

"I don't want to vent out my anger, sadness, love, and whatever it is I'm feeling right now to you. I may hurt you."

"Try me."

"No."

"You're hopeless."

"You're annoying. Get out of my compartment."

"I don't see your name written anywhere around here."

"Oh?" I pointed to the wall, where it said 'Property of Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley, Alfie Jordan and Luke Renbe.

"That doesn't count!"

"It's got my name on it, therefore it's my compartment. Out, girls, and find the double T's for me."

"Find Fred and George? Whatever for, Captain Wood?" Angelina asked.

"They put a firework in my bag last summer and I want to hurt them."

"Okie dokie!" Angie and Katie left, leaving me with Alicia. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"You hurt my boyfriend and I hurt you."

"Meh. You'd need to catch me first, Licia-crap."

"It's Licia-Poo!"

"Crap, poo, same thing. Would you prefer Licia-shit?" With a shriek, she left. Scratch that, she's not considerate at all. It must be that time of month for her or something. "I was just kidding!" I called after her back. The door flew off of its hinges and in ran Luke, followed closely behind by Alfie.

"Tarentagella!" Alfie cried. Luke started dancing.

"I'M TRYING TO WORK HERE!" I snapped.

"We're trying to duel, though, Ol. Dueling is so much more important than that of paperwork."

"You are so going to fail your NEWTs this year, Alfie." I left the compartment and made my way down to the girls, where I wasn't surprised to find the two red-headed twins. Twin Terrors, I like to call them, or double T's.

"Oliver, good man!" Fred bellowed. I think it was Fred. I looked just underneath his left eye for a darker spot of freckles. Nope. George.

"Hey, George," I said.

"I still don't get how you tell them apart, Ollie," Angelina said, staring at the two twins.

"That's for us three to know, and for you three to find out," Fred said. The real Fred.

"Where's Percy? He didn't come into the usual room," I said, sitting down on the ground comfortably.

"Probably with Clearwater," George replied with a wave of his hand.

"Ah. Yeah, they finally hooked up this summer. Wouldn't stop telling me how wonderful she is and all."

"Didn't you date her for a while?"

"Mm. Beginning of fourth year to about the end of the summer, so about a year. Not quite yet. We're still good friends, but since Percy's hit pu...ber..." I trailed off. I wasn't about to reveal this bit of private Percy information to his evil twin brothers.

"Since Percy's hit what?" Katie asked from behind her 'Quidditch Through the Ages' book. Ah! Finally! She reads! She's talking to me again!

"Nothing, nothing." The train suddenly jolted to a stop. I wasn't sure who it was, but she fell onto me. The lights went out, compartment by compartment.

Yes, it was a she. Definitely a she. It wasn't Angie, because Angie was a bit more built than this particular blonde who was sitting in between my legs. Plus, Angie's dark-skinned and dark brown-haired. Licia… couldn't be Licia.

Despite her being blonde and all, she was with George. That only left one person. Gulp, gulp. The one person whom I disliked in this group of people. I, Oliver Wood, was holding one, Katie Bell. I didn't really hate her or anything. I just found her annoying … 24/7. She's just so criticizing sometimes. Who cares if I'm a Quidditch-crazed lunatic? Anyway, why am I spending endless minutes talking about a girl I don't like? Hmm. Such a hard question.

"Something's boarding the train." Fred or George's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I felt Katie scoot closer to me. Then, she had the nerve to poke me! No one pokes Oliver Wood!

"Who's this?"

"Who else do you know that has a sexy Scottish accent and hot abs like me, Bell?"

"Oh." There was a loud crash and I instinctively grabbed hold of Katie's waist, pulling her even closer (if that was possible) to me. She was cold, that I knew.

"Are you cold?" Ooh, why did I have to ask? "Not that I care or anything…" I hastily added, redeeming myself. Katie looked… hurt. Why did my parents raise me to be a jackass? "Here." I pulled off my Puddlemere jacket and draped it over Katie.

"You're only in a beater," she reasoned, taking it off and handing it back to me. I shook my head.

"I'll be fine, Katie."

"Stop trying to act like the perfect gentleman I know you're not!" she hissed in my ear. I glared at her through the darkened room, took the jacket and covered the both of us.

"This'll all be over in a moment," I whispered in her ear. I knew she was scared. Her, Katie Bell, often referred to as theBlonde Amazon, was scared. How significant was that?

One in a million, this girl was, until that one day when we both started at Hogwarts.

Yes, there was a time when all I had was Katie. There was a time when I had called her my best friend. There was a time when I had protected her from all harm.

All harm except that of her father. She never forgave me for it and I don't blame her. I really should have been there for her. But, oh, where was I in my third year when it happened? Off with some girl whose name I can't remember anymore on a date. On Christmas.

That was the time she got rid of everything she had for me. Her broom I gave her in second year, pictures of me, the presents I gave her the past thirteen years I had known her for and last, but not least, that one pink-red carnation flower I gave her on her eighth birthday. The one that had never died. The one that was based on love.

Yes, there was a time I used to love Katie. Now? I have no clue. I'm barely her friend anymore. I don't even know her. Why, in my seventh year, are these things coming back now? Oh. Look at that dark and hideous thing floating towards the compartment. Dementor. Ew. SHIT! DEMENTOR! The door burst open and Draco Malfoy ran in.

"What the fuck!" Katie shrieked, backing into me farther than she had intended to. I gave a suppressed moan of pained sounds. "Oh, God – sorry…" My face was screwed up in agony. If you're a girl that's reading this right now, you really have no idea how bad it hurts to get hit in the groin. Really hurts. Ah, Dementor's gone. Happy thoughts returning, all thoughts of Katie in third year leaving. Almost all of them. Katie crawled away from me and stood up. She left the compartment to do Prefect rounds without another word to me.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked the twins later in the carriages. They only shrugged.

"She's been like this since third year," Fred said.

"I wonder what happened," George added thoughtfully. Both twins fell silent, thinking of the possibilities.

I hopped out of the car first and slung my carry-on pack over my shoulder.

"WOOD!" I didn't even have to turn around to see who it was.

"Yeah, Diggory?" Hah! I'll bet you thought it was Flint. Nah. Diggory ran up to me.

"Uh – about Quidditch."

"Oh, yeah! Congrats on making the team Captain, by the way." I shook his hand politely.

"Yeah, thanks. I received the schedule. I wanted to know about Slytherin, we're against them in December."

"They're losers, Cedric. Their Seeker can't Seek for his life. Keeper's fairly good, Chasers are rough. Beaters are butt-ugly, strong and extremely unfair." I counted off using my fingers. "Your Chasers have to avoid Flint at all costs. Do you have any girls on the team?"

"Yeah. One of the Chasers."

"Okay, Flint and the Beaters will go for her."

"What about their Seeker?"

"Malfoy. I already said, can't Seek for his life. The only reason he actually gets the Snitch against Ravenclaw is because he grabs hold of the tail-end of the broom."

"Their Keeper?"

"Well-"

"Oliver!" Me and Cedric both turned around and saw my three Chasers running up to us like multi-colored puppies.

"Yes, girls?" Alicia, Angie and Katie all started giggling when they saw Diggory. Merlin knows why.

"Um. Hello," Cedric said nervously.

"They get all giggly when 'cute boys' are around them," I said quietly. "I'll talk to you later, okay?" Diggory nodded and left to catch up with his friends. "What's up, my beautiful Chasers?"

"He's soooooo hot," Alicia gushed. Yes, she gushed it.

"I'm hotter," I pouted. "What do you guys want? You interrupted my Quidditch conversation with Diggory."

" Flint's bugging us," Angelina whined. Angie and Alicia both grabbed hold onto my arms.

"Save us." I turned to Katie, who was giggling. She looks so… innocent when she giggles. Oh, how I know better…

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Don't know," Angie said, leaning against me. "Twins were yelling at him when we ran to find you." I seem to sigh a lot. I sighed again and went back with the girls. Fred, George and Marcus Flint were still yelling, ten feet separating them.

"AT LEAST MY FATHER ISN'T A MUGGLE-LOVING IDIOT!"

"Your mom!" Fred declared.

"What the hell's that supposed to mean! You've been saying it for five minutes straight!" George snapped.

"Your mom!" Fred repeated, this time to George.

"She's your mom too, you oaf!" Flint turned around to sneak away and bumped into me. I raised an eyebrow at him and received a lot of giggles from girls around me. I hate that.

"Were you harassing my Chasers, Flint?" I inquired while crossing my arms.

"We're not your property!" Katie snapped indignantly. I looked over my shoulder to say something to her, but was immediately thrown back from Flint's shove. Recollecting myself, I straightened and threw a punch in his direction.

Shrieks could be heard from a large number of females around us. Angie and Alicia were trying to hold me back while the Slytherins cheered us on. Fred and George were still arguing about their mother. Katie was screaming at us to stop.

"Finite Incantatum! Stupefy!" Both me and Flint dropped to the floor and skidded several feet away from where we were. "Wood! Flint! To my office! Locomotor Wood! Locomotor Flint!" We were brought to our feet and hovered a couple inches off the ground at Professor McGonagall's heels. I saw Fred pick up my wand and pocket it. I lifted up my eyebrows to him as I disappeared into the Castle. McGonagall set us free from her spell and we dropped to the floor again.

"Unacceptable behavior! On the first day back, too!" she snarled at us. Yes, she snarled. We knew better than to answer back. I stood up and brushed myself off, then helped Flint up. Hey, I'm not a complete git.

"Sorry, Professor," we said in unison. McGonagall waved her wand threateningly at us.

"If word comes to me that you two have had another brawl like this, you can be sure that neither of you will be on the Quidditch team! Twenty points from both Slytherin and Gryffindor!"

"Ma'am, we don't have any points at the moment," Flint reasoned.

"Then I take it off when you have enough, Flint. Miss Granger just earned thirty points, Wood, so Gryffindor is now down to ten. Out. Into the Great Hall."

We left without another word.

"You get into much trouble, mate?" George asked. Fred handed me my wand.

"Twenty points off. If we have another fight, I'm off the team," I said monotonously.

"She'll give you the boot?" Harry Potter asked in disbelief. I nodded.

"Yeah." When the Sorting was over, I reached over to take some roast. Katie slapped my hand away and grabbed the serving fork.

"No," she simply said. I rolled my eyes at her and took some spaghetti instead. A tap came onto my shoulder. Like Diggory, I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"What is it, Chang?" It was like everyone froze. Fred and George were looking over my shoulder with noodles hanging from their mouths. Katie, who was sitting a few chairs across from me, was looking intently from me to her. Angie and Alicia, who were to my left, were staring at her. Percy, Luke and Alfie were also taking glances.

"Can we talk?"

"No." I took a sip from my drink.

"Please?"

"No."

"Oliver…"

"No."

"Oliver, please!"

"No."

"OLIVER!"

"NO!" I stood up and looked down at her. "Is there something you don't understand by the word 'no', Chang?" She looked at me with tears welling in her eyes and ran away. I sat back down and refused to look at anyone around me.