A/N: Since I was updating this story I figured I'd fix up the first few chapters. Please feel free to re-read. They're much better written, if I may say so myself. =^_^= Of course, I claim no ownership to anything. We love you J.K. Rowling. :D Now if only you'd tell us a little bit more about Katie...

Chapter One: A Hogsmede Date

I slumped into a table in the far corner of the Gryffindor common room, pouring over a three-parchment-long essay for Professor Binns. I'll be honest, I hate-no despise History of Magic. Its terribly boring and I'm absolutely rubbish at it. I flipped open my rather tattered book and began scanning through the pages until I found the one marked for this lesson. There were doodles of Quidditch plays, goblins and candies littering the page. I know, I'm weird. But sit through one of that awful ghost's lessons and tell me you're not desperate for something-anything distraction.

Suddenly, the portrait swung open and in walked my best friends Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet giggling like mad. I couldn't resist to smile when they fell into the other two chairs at the table, their faces rosy with laughter. Although they are both a year above me, we are like sisters. We had been since I joined the team Second Year. While I had Leanne, who was certainly my best friend, I spent lots of time with Al and Angie and could tell them practically everything. We suffered through female horrors and Quidditch blunders together. My heart ached at the thought of them graduating.

"Do I even want to know?" I asked with a small smile. Alicia and Angelina exchanged mischievous looks before bursting into a fit of giggles again.

"Oh, nothing, Katie." Angelina said in sing-song fashion.

"Yes. Nothing. Nothing at all." Alicia piqued.

"If you consider Cedric Diggory asking about you in Transfiguration nothing."

I sat up straight. "Cedric Diggory?" If two words could ever define perfection, they would be Cedric Diggory. He's gorgeous, brilliant and athletic. I've had a crush on his since Second Year when he offered me pumpkin juice at a party for all the Quidditch teams.

"Yeah. The Hufflepuff with the dreamy eyes." Alicia sighed. Cedic was, no doubt, wicked popular and it was no secret that half the female population of Hogwarts was in love with him. But being the Quidditch nazi that he is, our Captain Oliver Wood, had banned his name from ever being dropped in his presence. This was mostly due to him being a distraction. And what a beautiful distraction he was. Oliver said that Cedric was the enemy, and if we focused on our plays as much as we did on stupid boys, we would have the Quidditch Cup in the bag. That's right-he's an A-list dork.

"Well?! Don't just sit there, you gits! What did he say?"

Alicia smirked at Angie. Here comes the thunder. "Well, it wasn't so much about what Cedric asked than what happened after..."

I raised a brow. Angelina entered.

"You see, we were sitting in Transfiguration trying to figure out this ridiculous incantation for McGonnagal when none other than Cedric Diggory-you know we have Transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs-anyway, Cedric Diggory walks up to our desk with this cute and shy look on his face and asks, 'You lot play with Katie Bell, right?' Well, Allie here replies, 'Why, yes, we do. Why do you ask?' And then he opens his mouth, as if to say something and then looks behind us and shakes his head saying, 'Nevermind. I'll do it myself.'"

I raised a brow and tried to rise the thumping in my heart at the thought of Cedric saying anything to anyone about boring old me.

"Oh...wait...what?"

"Let me finish, git. Well, I was staring at him thoughtfully when Alicia elbows me in the side and points behind us. I turn around and see-you'll never believe it. Oliver Wood glaring daggers into Cedric's back. Like, he was really pissed."

I raised an unamused eye brow.

"So? Everyone knows Wood hates Cedric."

Oliver Wood, as I have so stated, is our lovely Captain. However, he's more than just some Quidditch Captain to the ladies of Hogwarts. He's the heartthrob of the team, and practically all of Gryffindor. Girls obsess over him-trust me, I know. My best friend Leanne is one of them. If only I could have a galleon for every time I've heard about how gorgeous he is and how sexy his Scottish accent is.

"That's not it. I jokingly asked him if he was jealous and he just got this stupid look on his face and blushed terribly and went back to his work." Alicia added with another conniving smile. I rolled my eyes. I knew where this was going. Alicia and Angelina had been trying to get me with Oliver since third year. They've even recruited the twins Fred and George Weasley into their little plot.

As if THAT'S ever gonna happen.

"Oh, hush, Alicia Spinnet. Now, what do you suppose Cedric wanted?" I asked.

Angelina leaned forward on her haunches. "I think he wanted a little more than Quidditch tactics, sweetie." She had this serious look on her face and she spoke slowly and softly for dramatic effect making me and Alicia giggle.

"Okay, then. Guess Wood has nothing to worry about than." On cue, the portrait swung open again and Oliver Wood walked in. He started for the boys' dormitories but caught sight of us in the corner, smiled and headed our way.

"Hello there, ladies. How are we doing today?" Oliver asked, his thick accent getting the best of his words. Angelina and Alicia were giggling like mad again, and Oliver's eye brows raised so high up they almost met his hairline.

"Eh..."He started. If you've ever heard a Scottish accent then you know how earth-shattering, knee-weakening one can be. Especially one that comes off a six-two, brown haired, tanned and toned in all the right places boy with a lopsided smile. No doubt about it, Wood is a looker, right up there next to Cedric, even. I'd date him if he wasn't crazy.

"Sorry, Wood. We were just telling Katie here about that first prank the twins did to you First Year." Angelina said quickly. Oliver raised his brows but decided to shake it off. His smile returned to his face, lightening it up. Uh oh, here comes the crazy...

"Okay, whatever then. I just came over here to tell you that I've scheduled a practice for tomorrow morning. Seven o'clock, on the field. Got it?" Oh. Quidditch practice. Yay! Please excuse me while I try and contain my excitement.

"But Wood! Tomorrow is the Hogsmede trip! You can't just not let us go!" Alicia cried in horror.

"Yeah, Oliver, that's low, even for you."

"Oh come on, Oliver Wood. That's ridiculous. Hogsemde trips are our breaks from this place. I don't want to play Quidditch instead of getting to do something I hardly ever get to do!"

"Please, oh please cancel it! No one will go,I swear. I mean, I know I won't go. And Katie and Angie won't. You know the twins won't. You can't deny them Zonko's. And Harry! Think about poor Harry-"

"Okay, okay!" Wood cried, holding up a hand. "I get it-I get it, alright? Fine, have it your way. We'll reschedule...but that means we're out on the field Sunday at six o'clock. Ravenclaw gets the field at ten."

"Thank you, my most humble obsessed captain." Alicia said with a cute smile. Oliver rolled his eyes and leaned against the table. I noticed Angelina and Alicia exchange meaningful looks before Angie turned to face me slowly.

"So, Katie, do you have a date for tomorrow yet?" I glared at her. She smiled back innocently.

"Yeah, we told you Cedric Diggory was asking about you, right? Maybe that's what he wanted." I felt a smile tug at my lips at the thought of Cedric Diggory asking me on a Hogsmede date. It would be utterly romantic. Especially around this time of year or Christmas. With the leaves turning a burnt orange and crackling beneath your shoes, Hogsmede was beautiful. It wouldn't hurt to have a beautiful boy by your side, either.

A look crossed over Oliver's face, as if any minute now he would be sick all over the table. I inched back. His face contorted.

"Diggory? That great oaf? Why would you want to go anywhere with that buffoon?"

"Have you seen him, Wood? That hair...those muscles...seeeexx-"

Oliver held up his hand again, and really looked ill. "Please. Stop there." He looked sidelong at me before shaking his head.

"Well, who are you going to Hogsmede with?" I asked politely.

"Eh? Oh, well...no one at the moment. Percy is going with Penelope, I suppose and the twins...well, you know how the twins are. I figured I'd just stag it, you know?"

"Oh, well look at that! You don't have a date. Katie doesn't have a date. Why don't the two of you go together? I mean, you wouldn't want our sweet, innocent Katie here to be in the clutches of evil-mastermind Diggory in total privacy, would you, Ollie? Think of all the devious things he would do to our little Chaser!"

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to look at Oliver's expression. He'd probably be having a revelation or something ridiculous of the sort. Evil-mastermind Diggory? Come on.

"Right. Well, I s'pose that can work. Katie?"

I smiled kindly at him. "Sure, Oliver. I'll go with you."

He smiled small at me before looking at Angie and Alicia nervously. Then he punched my shoulder lightly. Oh, Ollie. Ever the romantic.

"Brilliant. Well, brilliant. Say, we can go to that new Quidditch Supplies store that they just built near Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, and maybe we can all meet up at The Three Broomsticks for lunch and discuss those new plays!"

I stared at him, trying to contain my laughter. A whole day away from Quidditch spent talking about Quidditch? Where ever did I get my luck?

"Uh, sure Oliver. I'll see you in the morning."

"Sounds good, Katie. I'll meet you down here in the morning." He said with a grin and turned and headed up the stairs to the boy's dorm. Angelina and Alicia both looked at me and then it happened. Alicia began screaming.

"What is his damage?! I mean, he's going on a date with Katie, here, and all he can think about is bloody Quidditch? I swear, that boy has a one-track mind! And not the normal one track mind, mind you. The one track mind of a seriously ridiculous Quidditch nazi!"

I laughed and patted her arm, ignoring the slight pain in my chest. "Allie, its alright. It's not a date, anyway. Just two friends getting together. Chill out." Of course it sucked. Oliver was a jerk in some senses of the word, but I have always been good at playing the 'tough girl' card, and today was no different. My eyes trailed over the entrance to the boy's dorm's and I sighed.

"What? Oh, Katie, come on. He's a loser, anyway, if he can't see just how lucky he is."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks, Angie, but I'm fine, really."

"Ugh, he is such a git. Don't worry, Al and I will make sure that tomorrow is interesting for you."

I laughed and turned back to my work, trying not to think of tomorrow.

The next morning I slid out of bed before Leanne or any of the other fourth year girls woke up and managed to get a hot shower in. Do you know how impossible it is to get a warm shower with five girls sharing two showers? It's crazy!

I pulled on a pair of sweats and headed to Angie and Al's room like they had told me before I went to bed. Angie opened it when I knocked and pulled me in immediately. I was than shoved onto Alicia's bed and there stood Al, with her closet wide open, looking very excited and mischievous.

"And now Katie, we're going to make Oliver Wood see the real Katie Bell. I'm sure he's so used to seeing you head to toe in mud and dirt from Quidditch practice that he's forgotten how female you really are. Now, nothing says 'I'm a girl' more than a skirt. Here, try this one!" Alicia said, pulling out a dark green skirt that was fashionably scrabbled at the bottom. There were four rather large brass buttons on two sides that unclasped the skirt. It was real cute and I slipped out of my sweat pants and into the little skirt. Than Alicia pulled out the matching top to the skirt, and tossed it to me. I wrinkled my nose in dislike. The skirt was great, but the top looked really…I don't know…sluttish. Alicia's not a slut but she fills out skirts and blouses like this one real well. The shirt showed your belly button and came off the shoulders.

"Alicia..." I whined. She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips.

"Imagine the look on his face when he sees you in this. Definitely not just Chaser material, eh? Besides, we all know how much Oliver likes Quaffles..." She said with a grin, putting her hands above her breasts. Angie giggled and I shook my head.

"Allie...don't you have anything less...promiscuous? I mean, I could just throw on something I own..."

"No no no!" Alicia demanded. "We'll find something. Here, try this..." She handed me a burnt orange and cream colored long sleeve t-shirt and pointed to my dark green wife beater. "Slip this shirt on over that. Then pull the shoulder on one side down."

She walked over and showed me herself after I slipped the shirt on. She pulled on sleeve until it revealed my shoulder and the thick strap of my under shirt.

"Cute."

"Hey, I've got the perfect boots to go with that!" Tania Bailey, a blond fifth year commented as she stepped from their bathroom. She dug into her chest and pulled out a pair of knee high tan leather boots and shoved them at me.

"They're yours." She added, eying me as I pulled them on. "You look a hell of a lot cuter in them than I do."

I laughed and thanked her. Then Angie was at my side, pulling me into a chair in front of a vanity.

"Katie! You didn't even dry you hair?" She snapped, looking aggravated. I shrugged and grinned sheepishly. Angie grabbed her wand and did a simple drying spell, then began to run her brush through my long blond tresses.

"Make it nice, Angie!" Krista Winner, their other roommate said while slipping on a button down shirt and a rather short jean skirt.

"Uh, duh. Have you ever seen a black girl not make hair nice?" Angie said with a proud smirk. Her roommates giggled and went about their business. Angie is great with hair, really. I trust her more with my hair more than I trust myself.

She brushed it out and used a few bottles of Merlin-knows-what that she sprayed and squirted into my hair. Then she picked up her wand and it 'blew-dry' and she went about her way again. She dug in a drawer of the vanity and pulled out a leather headband that would match the boots perfectly. She slipped it on my head and fluffed my hair all around my face, till it fell in soft waves. I raised my brows appreciatively.

"Now, Katie Bell, if this doesn't get that stupid boy's attention I'll be sure the twins knock all their bludgers at him tomorrow." Angie said, stepping back and crossing her arms across her chest to look at her and Alicia's creation. I stepped in front of the mirror and smiled to myself. I looked good…not like my usual self-but good none the less.

"Well, if he's still being a prat, than I'm sure Cedric will be happy to take his place." Tania said, grinning at me. We all laughed and than Angie and Al started to get ready.

"We're going to be hanging out with the twins today, if you don't mind, Katie." Al said, slipping into a pleated skirt and the top I had chose not to wear. Angie had on a pair of khaki knee knockers and a white shirt that looked great on her.

"Well, let's go, Kate." Angie said as she and Al headed for the door.

"Yeah, here we go." I muttered.