AN: I didn't contemplate on writing a sequel to Totally Clueless but one thing led to another and after receiving an encouraging review of the old story a couple of days ago, I decided that I would begin to piece together a new story. I must admit, once the story does begin to develop again you may realise that some parts are not 100% original and have been done to some extent before – BUT – I do believe that I could work those things around and turn them into my own.

So here's cheers to all the 199 reviews I received on Totally Clueless. It did start as a stupid idea and turn out into something that help me to develop my writing to a better extent. I hope that this new story Once and Again will live up to your sequel expectations (if you had any!) and will just make you fell good all over. After all, fan fiction is entertainment & I'm doing this to share it with others. Ciao! –Erin.

Ps- I'm actually taking some poetic licence here. Because it is set during Harry's 4th year and we all know that there was no Quidditch due to the Tri Wizard Tournament I'm changing that fact and putting Quidditch back in. You'll see why soon enough. I think that's all I need to warn you on at the moment. Just let it flow!

ONCE & AGAIN

PROLOGUE

They say that love at an early age is never true. Maybe they are right and then again in a contradicting light – maybe they are not. One of the greatest muggle love stories, Romeo and Juliet showed that love could be true at such a young age. That entirely aside, muggle romances and trashy wizarding ones are honestly a load of dragon dung! 

Do you believe that Romeo and Juliet were really that happy? If a gorgeous looking talk, dark Quidditch player walked into Juliet's life do you think that she would have cared if Romeo had been banished? I mean, come on. The girl wasn't that stupid or naïve! And I like to think that she had better taste than to be happy with Romeo…

Ok. Ok. I have to admit. After what I went through last year I have a problem with romance. I have a problem with the whole concept and I have an even bigger problem with Romeo and Juliet. I think that's why it was written by a muggle – it completely and utterly defies what romance is.

What is romance then, I here you ask? Romance is a load of dragon dung. Just like the trash that is written about it! No one can ever fall in love and be truly happy! Romance is false and while I'm here – so is love!

ONCE AND AGAIN

CHAPTER ONE: JUST WANTED TO SAY

"Hey Kates,

I've been meaning to write for a couple of days – sorry I didn't get to it sooner. I was a little distressed at your last letter. I really cannot believe that you final gave up and let him go! He came back to you Katie! Doesn't that count for anything on your side of the planet?

Sometimes I have no idea what you're thinking or for that fact if you really are – but it was your choice and I'm proud of you all the same. Summer has been quite slow here. Dad's been driving me crazy about Quidditch. He want's to know who's going to make captain. Like we don't! I guess that Dumbledore will tell us when we get back. I'm guessing we all need a captain change anyway.

That reminds me – I saw Oliver's games the other day. Puddlemere United are going to have a good season this year. They beat the Kenmare Kestrels 300 – 50. Such a good game. I know you're not going to want to here me say it again but Oliver did a fantastic job.

Let's change direction huh? How's you're holidays been. Alicia said she saw you in Diagon Alley the other day. I can't believe that it's only a week until we have to go back. I've heard something big is happening this year – Fred passed it on from his dad. Wonder what it is?

Anyway must be off chickadee. Guess I'll see you next Monday. Yuck.

Love always, Angie."

I rolled my eyes and dropped the letter on to my desk. Guess Angelina was making good on the pact that we would never mention Oliver Wood ever again. I could kick her sometimes. At least she was having a better holiday than me. All I'd been doing all holidays was look after my baby sister Lizzie while my parents and older sister worked. I was getting paid for doing it yes, but Lizzie was beginning to drive me crazy. I had to admit, I'd prefer to be back at school with Michelle Plydell than stick around here any longer. Thank Merlin that would be happening next Monday. Next Monday would be back to school. I could hardly wait to be back in Snape's dungeon cleaning some disgusting mucous off the rigid cold floor….

I know, that was taking it a little too far! But I did miss flying and I did miss my friends. All except one – but let's not bring that up.

I would officially be back to school in 6 days 10 hours and 30 minutes, but like they say, who is really counting?

THE FOLLOWING WEEK

"Well if it isn't Katie Bell!" Fred and George Weasley boomed across platform nine and three quarters.

I stopped and turned as they approached. It took them exactly 10 seconds to have me coughing and spluttering as they crushed me in a hug.

"Guys," I breathed. "It's good to see you."

Fred and George moved away, wide grins across their faces. "It's good to see you too Kates. How are things?" Fred said, grabbing hold of one end of my truck and helping me put it on the train.

I shrugged. "I'm better now. I never thought I'd be so anxious to get back to school." I laughed.

George grinned. "Us either. Dad said something early. Apparently something big is happening this year. Fred and I think that their firing Snape."

I laughed. "If only."

Fred and George both faked identically depressed looks. "Awww Kates, you just ruined our Christmas."

I pretended to look sincere. "Can you ever forgive me?" I asked mournfully.

A wide grin cracked out across George Weasley's face and I already began to dread what he was going to say next. "Of course not! But-" he began, cocking an eyebrow at me as he and Fred lifted their own trunks on to the train. "You can tell us the story about how our ex-Quidditch Maniac Captain walked away from your house with a broken nose."

I grimaced and folded my arms against my chest. "Trust me, its not a very exciting story." I said, trying to weasel my way out of telling the tale. "And I wouldn't want to give you a false notion that I did it on purpose."

Fred grinned. "That's not what Angie said." He said, pointing a finger at me. "Apparently it was quite a punch."

I lowered my eyes to the ground. "It wasn't really a punch. I hit him with a bludger bat." I said grinning.

Fred and George cracked up and then jumped forward to high five me. "Thata girl!" George shouted proudly.

"Yeah we all know that Katie's great but could I have a little help here?" Angelina's voice wafted from the carriage door.

I looked up to see a wide grin of her face.

"How you going Kates?" She asked climbing aboard while her dad and Fred wrestled with her trunk.

"Better now I'm going home." I said happily, giving her a quick hug.

She nodded. "I think we're all in the same boat." She agreed grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me into a vacant compartment.

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It took me a little more than 2 hours to realise that going back to Hogwarts wasn't going to be as good as I thought it would be.  Within in the first 20 minutes of the train ride I ran into Cedric Diggory, who I was quite eager to get away from – last year had been weird with us, the little slimy git Draco Malfoy who had been harassing Harry, Ron and Hermione in the compartment beside us and to top it off I had the pleasure of running into Michelle Plydell when she walked into our compartment.

"I heard about you and Oliver." She announced loudly after stepping inside.

I felt like pulling the smug smile of her face that accompanied the comment. Of course she'd heard, it seemed there wasn't a person in the wizarding world that hadn't. I forced a sickly sweet smile; one that could rival her's any day.

"Hello, Michelle." I said curtly, folding up the Daily Prophet that I had been reading. "How was you're holiday?"

Michelle frowned and rested her hands on her hips.

"Like you care." She spat, eyeing me evilly. "Like you ever have."

The compartment went quite and I frowned. That's when Angelina stepped in.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" She asked sincerely, getting out of her seat and walking towards Michelle at the door. "Like with your new Ravenclaw friends?"

Michelle nodded. "You're right. I don't particular feel like hanging around with muggle loves like you lot." She spat before storming out of the compartment and slamming the door.

Across the room, Alicia sighed heavily. "Someone please remind me why we were ever friends with her?"

Fred grunted. He looked at me apologetically before replying bluntly, "We weren't."

"You can say that again." I added, picking up Angelina's issue of Quidditch News that had been lying on the seat beside me.

Huffily, Angelina stalked back to her seat beside me. She took a deep breath.

"You might want to read the article on page 23." She said absentmindedly.

I stopped for a moment, reading through the listed articles on the front cover. I noticed a Puddlemere United special.

"Let me guess, Puddlemere have gone into advertising their new keeper?" I said, flipping over the pages until I came to 23. "Do I really want to read this?" I asked her, looking up.

Angelina smiled sympathetically.

"Yes." She replied softly, as the compartment doors opened again and Lee Jordan stepped in. "Might be a good idea. I bet many will be flashing it around at Hogwarts."

I nodded and emersed myself in the article while the others, Fred, George, Alicia, Angelina and Lee all began a game of exploding snap. Taking one look at the headline I could tell the article was very unsurprisingly about Oliver. Talk about the past that you can't leave behind. Don't get me wrong, I had loved Oliver—that was back when I still believed in love, but having his Quidditch career flaunted in my face every 2 seconds wasn't something I was currently enjoying.  

So taking on a part of self-pity, I read through the article and accompanying interview with Puddlemere's rising star. Oliver was already tipped to be the leagues player of the year – something I was finding hard to believe after he'd only been playing with them for 3 months. I skimmed the rest of the articled cursing the writer who had written it – what ever happened to proper journalism – and then skimmed over the photos. I noticed one in the corner of the page, taken at the International Quidditch Dinner, of Oliver and according to the picture his new girlfriend Holyhead harpies Seeker Lindsay McLean. I studied the picture noticing just how beautiful, tall and slender Lindsay was standing next to Oliver waving at the cameras. Every so often she would beam and turn to kiss him on the cheek. A pang of jealous ran through my vein and the only defence I had was to close the magazine and throw it across the compartment.

It hit the wall with a loud thud and then bounced off onto Lee's head. He winched.

"Merlin Katie, calm down will you!" He said angrily, rubbing his forehead.

I grimaced. "Sorry, Lee."  I said apologetically. "I didn't mean to hit you."

I watched as Lee handed the now battered magazine back to Angelina. Angie studied it curiously before turning to me.

"Aren't you glad you saw it now?" She asked, throwing it onto the seat. "I was also going to show you the picture of that gorgeous Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum but I wouldn't want to you set my magazine on fire or anything." She looked at me; eyes alight with her bubbly personality. "By the way, for that you own me 10 sickles. You ruined my magazine."

I threw her a dirty look before curling up across the seats.

"Wake me before we get there." I said moodily. "I'll have to change."

Angelina shrugged, before returning to the game. "You let him go Kates. You let him go."

"I know." I said, curling up into my jacket and sulking for the rest of the journey.

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AN: Well that was the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter will hold more surprises and will probably be longer. See you then.