Okay guys, quite honestly this is my first shot at a fanfiction, so don't worry, it will get better.

Disclaimer: I may own a lot, like a computer and the plot, but what I don't own, is not mine, like the characters of the story....

Chapter One My Hero

Just as I walked through the platform wall I felt myself scooped up and into someone's arms. Fred Weasley to be exact. I started kicking, trying to get myself free before he passed me onto his brother George. Great, they were playing 'pass the Katie'. George threw me back to his brother, laughing and grinning the grin that only a Weasley could grin. Fred was just passing me back to his brother when I heard a familiar Scottish voice.

"Come on, put the little lass down," One of my best friends said, trying not to laugh. Fred laughed and turned away from George and passed me to Oliver with a smile.

"If you want her so much, have her," Fred replied. I must have gone really red just then, but luckily no one noticed. Oliver returned me to the ground as Gred and Forge hopped aboard the train, laughing maniacally.

"My saviour," I said in an exaggerated tone, hugging Oliver, "How was your holiday, oh great one?"

"Aye, pretty good. You know me, played quidditch most of it." Oliver replied, "What about yours?"

"I got to stay with my sister, Emma. We even got to go to Puddlemere United game," I replied.

"You're joking!"

"Yeah, actually I am," I said, laughing. We hopped onto the train, trying to find a spare compartment. Fortunately we found one. Well, not really. But we did find the twins again, with their friend Lee Jordan and my friends Alicia and Angelina. The problem was, the Hogwarts Express carriages are only supposed to fit six people. And there were seven of us. Oliver dived into the spare seat.

"That's not fair!" I said, pouting, "Do you really expect me to go sit with the slytherins?"

"No, not really..." Oliver said, trailing off before he pulled me onto his lap. This caught me by surprise and I shrieked, making everyone else laugh.

"It's not funny!" I said.

"Sure, sure..." Ange managed before bursting out laughing again.

"Come on, you're not being fair. It's not Katie's fault that she has an incredibly high pitched shriek," Oliver said, trying very hard to suppress his laughter.

"Yes, thank you Oliver... Hey, wait a minute! That wasn't nice!" I said, becoming more and more angry by the second. I got up off Oliver's lap and walked out the door, saying something about food. Walking into the next carriage I wasn't really looking where I was going. I walked straight into something, or rather, someone. Marcus Flint. The most foul, disgusting slytherin ever to walk the earth. "What do you want?" I asked, moodily.

"A kiss," He replied leaning in. I tried to scream but he was too quick, he grabbed his wand and muttered the silencing charm before pushing me up against a wall. I struggled but he was too strong. His lips pressed against mine and I started to struggle more. I kicked and moved my head away but it didn't deter him. He started to kiss the side of my neck. Finally, I did the only thing one can do in this situation. I kneed him in the family jewels before running back to my friends. As I burst into our carriage I found Ange and Licia gone. Then I noticed that I was crying. Oliver took my hand and pulled me into the seat next to him. He wrapped his arms around me. Strong, muscular arms. No, I didn't just think that. Oliver is my friend, I can't fall for him. I just can't, it's not right.

"What happened?" he asked quietly. Fred, George and Lee all looked very worried.

"Flint," I managed to say through sobs. But that one word was enough to set everyone off. The twins and Lee barged out of the carriage, on a Flint hunt. Leaving me alone in Oliver's arms...