So basically I'm going to have a multi-chapter story here that takes place during Harry's fifth year so Katie's in her sixth year and Alicia, Angelina, George, and Fred are all in their seventh to give you some context. It's gonna be different in a few ways from the Hermione and Parvati story I put out, mainly because neither or Alicia or Katie had to deal with the shit Hermione did and it's all before the war. Also Alicia and Katie are younger in this story as they are still in Hogwarts so that is different too.

I'll try and update swiftly, but I make no promises. Also, I don't have a beta person so there will probably be some mistakes so if you see some and you want to point it out it's always appreciated. I re-read it but I never catch them all.

Hope you enjoy and please review :)

Four years.

Alicia Spinnet took a step closer to Katie Bell in the dark broomstick cupboard. Through the cracks in the old wood light seeped through allowing some to streak across Alicia's face. Katie saw her sloppy and confident grin and gulped. She felt immobile as Alicia snaked an arm around her waist, but could not contain a shiver that she hoped Alicia did not notice.

"You know I'm happy I got you. . ." Alicia murmured still smiling, in a crooked and slack way appropriate for someone who had been drinking with Fred and George.

Katie knew she should do something, smile or respond, but felt incapable as if she were petrified. Alicia was getting closer. Katie could smell the scent of fire-whisky on her breath, and the shampoo from her hair. . .

Katie had liked Alicia since their first quidditch practice together. She was twelve, and although she was not quite sure she preferred girls over boys then there was always something about Alicia she liked. It was not until fourth year that she realized there was something about the way Alicia looked as she paraded around in the locker room in her sport's bra after practice and something about the way Katie had to tell herself not to even glance at Alicia as she stripped down to shower that she liked very much. As torturous as it was to keep herself from an innocent look, Katie knew if she started staring she would not be able to stop.

The truth was though, the solid and honest fact, was that Katie Bell loved Alicia Spinnet. She liked how soft her hair felt when she casually ran her fingers through it as a way of comfort during her third year when the chamber of secrets had been opened and McGonagall had told them they were going to be sent home. She liked how Alicia enveloped her in a bone-crushing hug after they had won the Quidditch Cup in her fourth year. And, she loved how Alicia looked at the Yule Ball, but hated how it was not her she was dancing with.

Most of all she liked how Alicia Spinnet had dragged her out of her dormitory tonight to a hidden room that revealed itself if you tickled the ear of a gargoyle, to a small party hosted by Fred and George Weasley. . .

"What are you thinking about?" Alicia giggled. "You look so serious."

For four years Katie had been in constant control of the attraction, stealing looks she was only certain Alicia would not notice, and never putting herself in a situation where she would blurt out or hint at her steadfast desire for her fellow chaser, which she was certain was not requited. She even kept this truth from her best friend Leanne, but now. . . now she was in this situation.

Alicia's eyes twinkled as she slightly swayed against a rigid Katie in the small broom closet, and Katie thought for the millionth time that she was beautiful. "I'm not-" Katie started but was interrupted by drunken laughing, cat-calling, and whistling coming from the outside of the broom closet where a bunch of sixth and seventh years were sitting in a circle waiting for the seven minutes to be up so the next person could spin their wand and snog ("and maybe more," George had offered optimistically) someone in the broom cupboard. It was a game Fred and George had discovered over the summer when they had crashed a muggle party in a village near their home. Of course, the muggles spinned a bottle instead of a wand.

"Six minutes left!" Fred called from the other side of the door.

Alicia giggled again and Katie idly wondered how much whisky she had drank, suddenly wishing she had drank a lot more.

"I guess we should-" Katie started feeling nervous and panicky.

"Make it look like we snogged," Alicia said simply.

"Oh. . . of course!" Katie said her heart sinking realizing why Alicia had been so happy that if her wand landed on any girl it was her- Alicia knew Katie was not one to persist even if she wanted it. Although in some ways it was a bit of a relief, she could not help but feel the stabbing disappointment. As is the case with most impossible crushes, Katie always had the wonderful daydream of Alicia realizing she loved her back after an amazing knock-your-socks-off kiss.

"Let's see," Alicia said pursing her lips thoughtfully and interrupting Katie's attempt to make her face seem not disappointed at all. "We gotta mess up the clothes a bit." Alicia undid the first few buttons of Katie's shirt as Katie finally seemed to perk up a bit, it was hard to stay disappointed when Alicia was undoing her clothes even though it was only a tease and Alicia was only flirting with her because she was drunk.

"Clothes. . . check," she responded finding her voice. She found the zipper of the muggle hoodie Alicia was wearing and pulled it down, feeling a lump in her throat as her thumb and the back of her index finger grazed her breasts through her soft shirt fabric.

"Well, the next one is obviously hair," Alicia grinned. "I don't know why you always keep it in a ponytail, I like when you have it down."

"You like my hair," Katie asked in surprise as she felt Alicia's hand tug out a hair-tie.

"I've always liked," Alicia said matter-of-factly, as she teazed her fellow chasers hair with her hands. Katie tried not to shiver as Alicia's small fingers ran through her scalp. "There," Alicia proclaimed sounding satisfied at the mess she had made of Katie's hair, "now you've got sex hair."

"I'll give you sex hair."

Alicia pouted as Katie combed her fingers through Alicia's hair making her a hair a tangled mess and one to rival the disaster on top of her own head. She was stopped when Alicia managed to grab hold of her wrists to stop the reign of terror, and Katie was more than happy to stop fidgeting once her fellow chaser's grip made it down to her hands and just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers intertwining with Alicia's.

Katie was not stupid or naive. Alicia had always been straight, had always had an eye for Fred Weasley, and would never hold her hand the way Katie desperately wanted her too; but small moments like this Katie could pretend and that was almost enough.

"So is that all?" Katie asked trying not to sound let down as Alicia's hands slipped from hers.

Alicia giggled and grabbed Katie by the belt-loops. Outside she heard one of the Weasley twins yell, "Three minutes."

Katie was momentarily distracted that her seven minutes with Alicia was running up that it took her a second to realize Alicia was undoing her belt buckle.

"Alicia!" Katie squeaked momentarily distracted. She must have said it loudly because outside the cupboard there was a chorus of whistles.

"Relax Katie, I'm not taking your clothes off. Besides I've seen you in your underwear about a hundred times anyway. . ."

As if Katie had not been horny the second Alicia's wand landed on her, now that Alicia's hands were tantalizingly close to where she wanted them most it was hard to concentrate on anything except the incessant throbbing and the years of sexual fantasies of Alicia that were simultaneously playing in Katie's head.

"Okay I think we're good," Alicia said chewing her lip as she finished opening the belt, "except. . ."

"Except what?" Katie asked, shutting the fantasies off and focusing completely on the girl in front of her.

"Except. . ." Alicia whispered grinning and looking rather pleased that she had Katie's complete focus for the first time since they had gotten in the closet. "You. Can't lie. For shite."

Katie's mouth suddenly went dry. "I can't. . ." Katie agreed, wondering if she was really getting this lucky.

"So the moment we get out there and they ask us if we really kissed you're gonna blow it," Alicia reasoned.

Katie stiffened as Alicia slipped her hands under her shirt and fingered her waist. Skin on skin. She swallowed nervously, trying to think of something to say, but worried that if she opened her mouth the only thing that would come out would be a moan.

"So, naturally," Alicia continued slow and sultry. "We're gonna have to make it so you don't have to lie."

Katie looked in her eyes and noticed a devilish gleam one that, she had to admit, was extremely close to the look she always imagined would be on Alicia's face when she fantasized about her. Katie's hands felt there way towards her waist, and rested on a place that felt like home. After years of wondering now Katie knew Alicia's hips felt as good as she always imagined them.

It had suddenly become more hot and stifling in the closet than it had before. The walls felt like they were closing in, or maybe that was because Alicia had pushed her against the wall pressing her body softly against hers. Katie vaguely heard someone yelling, "One more minute!" And, then Katie had one hand firmly on Alicia's waist and one tangled in her hair as Alicia slowly, but confidently leaned in towards the other witch's lips keeping eye-contact until the last possible second where they fluttered to a close and Katie practically flat-lined.

Maybe it was because her stomach was feeling the strangest way- like she was having the breath knocked out of her after doing a hundred crunches, maybe it was because her hands were heavy and preoccupied by how soft her skin and hair were, or maybe it was because her scent was pervading her senses more than it ever had before, but Katie felt like she had died and come back to life. It was everything she had imagined and more, her lips were soft and her tongue was curious, her waist was smooth and her hair was everywhere. This was what Katie had been waiting for: the kiss that changes everything because now she knew for certain who she wanted was Alicia, had always been Alicia, and always would be. It was a million times better than that time she had snogged Lee Jordan in the astronomy tower and a hundred times better than kissing that drunk girl she had met at a new year's party last year when she was on holiday with her parents. Just as she was recovering from the shock that this was actually happening and started to kiss back with vigor, the the door burst open and the Weasley twins stood there gawking as other guys were craning their heads to get a good look.

Katie squinted in the light as she felt Alicia's soft lips leave hers, and her warm hands leave her waist. Katie's hands curled into a fist and she bit her lip to stop herself from verbally pleading for her to stay, but could not help but give Alicia an earnest look that may have said it all anyway. Just for a second, before turning to face the crowd to get out of the broom closet, Alicia gave Katie a small, curious smile, before she turned away and said something to the Weasley twins with a very big smirk on her face. Katie followed her out, feeling very confused and really embarrassed, redoing her belt buckle and trying to ignore what everyone was saying.

"You really did it!" George Weasley was saying in shock. "I swear less than half the people at the muggle party who played actually kissed with the person they were supposed to- this is fantastic!"

"How did you know they didn't?" Alicia asked curiously.

"We put a jinx on the game if they spinned it and didn't snog the person they were with then they got a blimey zit on their nose. Needless to say, there were quite a few eyesores that night," Fred responded.

Alicia gave the twins a surprising look, "Did you put a jinx on this game?"

"If someone doesn't play right we'll certainly find out. . ." George said with a grin. "Who's next?"

"I'm not kissing no mate no matter what," Katie heard Lee Jordan say as she left the group to go get a drink at the table.

"You wouldn't want to kiss me Jordan-poo?" Fred said in response, puckering his lips and making an exaggerating kissing noise.

Katie heard them all laugh as she poured herself a shot. More than anything she felt like leaving, the lack of attention or acknowledgment Alicia had given her since leaving the closet was enough to make her extremely confused. Alicia had come onto her after all. Was she really just using Katie to make herself seem more appealing to Fred?

"Not playing anymore?"

Katie realized the question was directed at her and turned to see one of her fellow gryffindors pouring herself a shot. It was one of her roommates, one that although they had been rooming together for years, she had never developed a close relationship with. However, they had always been on friendly terms.

Katie shook her head. "I think I'll sit it out," she said with a grimace before downing her shot. She poured herself another as her roommate downed hers.

"Woooh," her companion shuddered as she set down the glass. "That stuff is strong. . . yeah I probably wouldn't play again after that. Girls, uck, but you know what I mean. It's just kind of gross."

If Katie were drunker and bolder she would have asked what was so gross about a woman that was more unpleasant than a guy's hairy arse, but instead she just took the other shot she had prepared for herself and changed the subject the first chance she could. Her attraction to Alicia was a secret anyway, and she was not all that ready to come out, saying that would raise suspicion especially after tonight's little display.

The rest of the night was torturous for Katie. It was a small party of gryffindors with a couple of ravenclaws and hufflepuffs, but Leanne was missing from the bunch and Fred and George, who would have normally invited Angelina, accidently forgot to invite her due to her inability to not have her panties in a bunch over her new duties as quidditch captain. Two people who she would have loved to be there because she was sure they would sit it out with her if they asked were not there and instead she got to watch Alicia and Fred make eyes at each other all night until Fred finally had his wand land on her and he took her in the broom closet. What was worse is that after their seven minutes were over, Fred picked her up and left through door saying they needed a little privacy to themselves as Alicia giggled furiously looking positively delighted even as Fred practically dropped her as they were leaving. Alicia had not even given Katie a passing glance as they left. Soon after the party broke up and everyone left in pairs as to not attract attention. Katie left with her roommate who was chatting animatedly about this and that while Katie tried her best to give her relevant answers. Soon she was at the fat lady's portrait, and in her four poster bed in which she drew the curtains trying to figure out what happened this night.

Overall, it was not that hard to figure out. Girl falls in love with straight girl. Straight girl uses her to attract guy. Straight girl gets guy while gay girl gets a taste of something she can never, ever have. Moral of the story? Life is shite.

It is not fair.

Katie waited a moment until she heard the little snores coming from her roommates bed accompanying the other little sounds her sleeping roommates were making before her eyes spilled over and little whimpering noises emitted from her four-poster bed.