So I just really love Oliver/Katie. This is my first attempt at a complete fanfic for the pair. Reviews are greatly appreciated. OH...almost forgot disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT THE PLOT. THE LOVELY JKR OWNS IT ALL.

"What are you staring at Oliver?" Alicia asked sauntering over to him. They were sitting outside on the pitch, one of Oliver's favorite places in the class.

"Huh? Oh I'm watching Katie doing homework. It's a reality show I never get to see an episode of. Owwwww!"

Katie had thrown a quaffle at him. "Say one more word about me and I'll drop your broom."

"My broom?" Oliver laughed. "It's right next to me, you can't even-"

"Was next to you!" Katie said running off with Oliver's broom. "Catch me if you can Ollie!"

He really hated it when people called him that but somehow Katie's voice…it made it sound all right.

"Katie!" Oliver said. Merlin could that girl run. Well obviously she was his chaser. Damn Wood. Stop with the possessives.

"Catch me if you can Ollie!" Katie said running. Her brown hair flew in the wind, shampoo commercial style, her smile made his heart race and every word she said was like a breath of fresh air. She was attractive. He had never noticed before, merlin was this a side effect of drinking coffee in the morning?

"You're not running." Katie noted walking up to him. "What's wrong? You used to like running after me trying to chase your broom."

"Huh?" Oliver said. "Oh sorry I was thinking about…our next Quidditch match."

"Please no more practices!" Fred said.

"We beg you Oliver!" George said.

"We won't do any pranks." Fred said.

"Ok that's an understatement." George said.

"A serious understatement." Fred agreed.

"Oliver the next match isn't until next month and it's against Hufflepuff." Angelina added

"That is not an excuse!" Oliver said.

"We'll its 7 I have to go meet Roger." Katie said.

"Oh right." Fred said grinning.

"Your boyfriend." George snickered. "Roger Davies."

"Boyfriend?" Oliver said. "You have a boyfriend."

"Don't worry Ollie," Katie said laughing. "He's not your type."

Angelina laughed. "Katie are you still on that joke? He's not really gay."

"Just the fact that he doesn't date any girl from his so called fan club kind of makes it a possible explanation." George said.

His bloody fan club. He hated the whole lot of them. Rachel would send him letters every day with X's and O's at the end and he didn't even know what they meant.

But Oliver wasn't listening to any of this. He was focused on what Katie had said.

"Bye all!" Katie said running towards the castle.

"Wait," Oliver called as she ran out of sight. "You have a type?"

A/N: So how was it? Let me know if I should continue! I promise it will get better, just encourage me with reviews. :)