DC-I don't own this little fic thingy. Hell, I don't even know why I wrote it. I was just bored, and I'm not in the mood to update my other stories. Don't hurt me!

It's been exactly 3 years, and it still hasn't happened yet. We still haven't done it. He still hasn't kissed me. I wonder if he ever will. We've come close to it before, but every time, he gets all uncomfortable. I'll respect him if he doesn't want to, but it still kind of hurts me.

Does Oliver never kiss me because he just doesn't want to be with me? But, if he didn't want to be with me, how come he doesn't just break up with me?

I mean, he tells me he loves me all the time, and I say it back, so he can't feel like I don't like him. I'm in love with him. I'm beyond that.

Then again, he always says "I love you", not "I'm IN love with you." He could love me as a friend right? But, nobody calls their friend their girlfriend, and mean it as a good friend. I mean, you just don't do that anymore.

We've been together exactly 3 years. Don't people normally kiss by then? It's our "anniversary" as you would call it. Of course, we're not exactly celebrating anything or something like that. He still wants me to meet him out on the pitch though.

He wouldn't break up with me, would he? No, of course not. He's not like that. Maybe he'll actually kiss me.

I walked down to the pitch to meet him, unsure of what to think. When I reached him, he turned and grinned at me. "What's up?" I asked.

"What? Can't I meet my girlfriend down on the quidditch pitch to talk to her?" he asked.

"Talk to me about what?" I asked nervously. He looked at me weirdly.

"Well I mean, it's our anniversary," he said.

"I know, but I mean, it seems kind of pointless to celebrate it," I muttered.

"Katie, is something wrong?"

I bit my lip. I didn't want to just come out and be all "How come you never kiss me?" or "Are you in love with, or just love me like a friend?" That's just pointless. But I had no real choice, did I?

"Oliver, when you say you love me, do you mean you love me like a friend, or are you IN love with me?" I asked lamely. He stared at me. Yes, I know I'm crazy.

"Katie," he said. "I love you and I mean it. I'm in love with you." Well, that's a relief. I took a deep breath.

"Then how come you never kiss me?" I asked him. His reaction was unreadable. He just kept that same serious face.

He pulled me in his arms. "Katie, I never kiss you, because I don't want to pressure you." Well, I wasn't expecting that answer.

"Pressure me?" I asked stupidly.

"I don't want to scare you off," he said. "I was afraid that if I kissed you or something, you'd feel pressured."

"Oliver," I said, whacking him playfully on the head. "You are so dense!"

He laughed, then his expression softened. He ran his hand along my cheek, and I smiled at him.

Finally, he did it. He kissed me. Warmly, and gently. "Satisfied?" he asked.

"No," I said. "You have 3 years of kisses to make up."

"Better get started now then, shouldn't we?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes we should."

(A/N-Ok people, don't ask me why I did this. Like I said, I was just bored, and too lazy to write any of my other stories. This WILL NOT be updated. It's just a one-chapter thing. Ok, yeah talk to you all later! Bye bye!)