Ever since Oliver could remember, he had been obsessed with Quidditch. Both his parents had played when they were attending Hogwarts, and much of his childhood had been spent in Quidditch Supplies in Diagon Alley. His parents admired the brooms and taught him to love Quidditch. He had been heartbroken when he had found out he wouldn't be able to join the Quidditch team, let alone bring a broom, his first year at Hogwarts.

When Oliver became Qudditch captain in his fourth year, he'd been ecstatic. He couldn't wait to lead his team to victory. However, with many new players who hadn't ever worked together it was quite difficult. He had two new Chasers, and until Professor McGonagall discovered a first year, Harry Potter, he hadn't been able to find a Seeker.

Harry appeared very lean, which was an advantage as a seeker. Oliver started asking him questions, getting excited about finally finding a seeker. McGonagall mentioned something about bending the rules applied to the first years, and he had to push his envy down. They had a chance now, and he could win the cup for his house and for his team. Unfortunately, Harry Potter had gotten into an unknown situation which left him in the hospital, missing the final game of the season. They had lost to Ravenclaw. He spent his entire summer creating a better way to practice to improve skills.

Determined to win the cup, he began practice at the crack of dawn, no one on the team liked that. But he knew with enough work they could do it this year.

Of course, later in the season, a bludger was cursed to attack Harry, and only Harry. After a timeout, Harry assured them he could deal with the bludger alone and that Fred and George should focus on protecting the team from the other bludger. The bludger ended up breaking his elbow, but he persevered and got the snitch anyways.

After all the hard work and sacrifices, Quidditch was cancelled because of concerns regarding attacks on students. Angry at his chance being taken away, Oliver hid in his dormitory for long hours of the day.

Oliver had to win this year. It was his seventh year and his last chance to win the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor. He was sure they would win, after all, he had an amazing team, and as long as Harry Potter didn't mess anything up they were sure to win!

Just before their last practice before their game against Slytherin, he was informed that due to the Slytherin team's seekers injured arm, that they would be playing against Hufflepuff. After spending all that time practicing with the Slytherin strategy in mind, this put the team at a huge disadvantage. Later when he was informing the team, upon mentioning Hufflepuff's brand new seeker, Cedric Diggory. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie started giggling.

"What?" Oliver demanded. The girls immediately started talking about how handsome and attractive he was. Oliver's insides twisted slightly when Katie talked about him. He'd been noticing her laugh, her smile, her eyes, and so much more. He knew he had feelings for her, but he had to repress them, it couldn't happen while he was the team captain.

When the day of the game arrived, the rain was pouring down. He was worried about how his team would be able to perform, but what he was most worried about was Katie's safety. He couldn't even manage to give his normal pregame speech. But in the end, Katie wasn't the one hurt. It had been Harry. Again. The dementors who were supposed to be guarding the edges of the school had come, the flashbacks of horrible memories caused him to faint and fall of his broom, while Dumbledore prevented him falling to the ground and severe injury, his broom glided to the whomping willow, where it was destroyed in seconds.

Oliver knew he'd been in the shower far too long, but he just couldn't muster the motivation to leave the shower. The game lost, his seeker out of commision for who knows how long, and the seekers broom completely destroyed. The only good thing was that Katie was safe. Oliver mentally chastised himself. It was completely out of the question.

*Katie's POV*

After a vote by the team, Katie was chosen to go check on Oliver. She entered the boy's locker room, and walked over to the shower he was in.

"Oliver? Are you okay?" She asked softly. Ignoring her question. He turned the water of and used the towel to wrap around his waist. Katie's eyes drifted to his torso. His abs were gorgeous, his body tan from working out in the sun. She shook her head, blushing slightly, looking back at his face. "Oliver, please answer me." She took a step forward, so they were face to face.

*Mixed POV*

Oliver watched her while she examined the muscles on his torso, smiling when she began to blush. When she stepped forward he took a deep breath, looking into her eyes. At her words, he bit his lip, he wanted to trust her and tell her his problems, but it was too painful right now. He placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Katie, I promise you I'll tell you everything if you give me a day to sort things out. Can you wait a day?" He asked.

Katie nodded. "Of course, where do you want to meet?" His hand felt warm on her shoulder, it felt reassuring. Even though she was supposed to be reassuring him.

"By the lake. If it's too crowded we can move somewhere else. Is that okay with you?" He squeezed her shoulder lightly before releasing it. He didn't want to push his luck or make her uncomfortable in anyway.

"That work, Oliver. I'll see you then." She smiled, and left, leaving him to get dressed.

*Oliver's POV*

Oliver grinned as he began dressing himself. Katie had been concerned about him and had sought him out. He decided to stop repressing his feelings, and just not act on them.

When he entered the common room, he smiled at Katie. Who grinned back. After going upstairs to his dorm, he took his multiple textbooks, ink, and a quill to the library to work on all the homework he had to prepare him for his NEWTs.

*Katie's POV*

Katie was glad to see he hadn't stayed in the locker room.

"Girl, you are smitten." Whispered Alicia, grinning widely.

"No I'm not!" Katie protested. "He's like, three years older than me."

"You still have a massive crush on him," Angelina giggled. "It's not a bad thing to date older men you know."

"But what if he's not interested in me." Katie half whispered, looking away.

"I've seen the way he looks at you, Katie. Trust me, he's interested." Alicia assured her.

"Alright, I'm meeting with him at the lake tomorrow so he can talk to someone about everything that's stressing him out." Katie told them.