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A/N: okay, so this story was sort of inspired by the song "I think I love You" by the Partridges….I don't normally listen to them, but this one song like stuck in my brain from two years ago, and than I was reading another story and I was like "O!" and voila…this story was born. Also, I'm trying to go by their ages in the book, so George, Fred, Alicia and Angelina are all in 6th, Katie is in 5th and Oliver in 7th.
Any way, here's the first chappy of "What I'm Afraid Of"
The Results of Betting:
As was normal for him during the first week of school, Oliver Wood could not sleep. He lay in his bed in the 7th Year Boys Dormitory and sighed. He couldnt get the train ride here out of his head. It was where he had seen Alicia, Angelina, Fred, George and Katie for the first time since the end of school, and where Katie had seemed just as lively as ever, only this year...this year was different. This year, she looked amazing. She didnt look any different. Her figure was just as curvy and not model perfect as ever and she was still a perfect 5'5". She was just the perfect height for him to rest his chin on her head -- a thing she loved to complain about. He couldnt really say what was different, only that she seemed older, more mature, more acceptable for him to crush on this year.
She was the only girl he had ever had a crush on. Ever since she got on the team in her 2nd year, Oliver's 4th, he had been drawn to her. She was intelligent but totally not good with remembering words, yet when a comeback needed to be said, it came out with a such a venom that even 7th years had shrunk back from her spunky 2nd year frame. Plus she was adorably clumsy on the ground, although in the air, it was a different matter. In the air, she could do things older people couldn't do, such as get the quaffle past Oliver over 9 times in the course of a 2 hour practice. She was the only one that Oliver knew who could persuade the team that the did in fact need two 4 hour practices on Saturday, even though it was raining, and she was the only other person in the entire world whose Quidditch Through The Ages book was almost as worn as his was -- in fact, she might be the only other one who had bought a Quidditch Through The Ages book. Her face just would not leave his head tonight, and it was beginning to irk him, but in a way that he loved.
"Well, might as well get up and go read" he whispered to himself and swung his legs off the table. Picking up his copy of Quidditch Through The Ages, he padded across the room and down the stairs. He settled himself in front of the fire, and within and hour, had fallen asleep where he reclined on one of the couches.
"Oliver! Oy! Oliver! Wake up!" an insistent tapping on Oliver's left temple accompanied the male voice intruding upon his dreams.
He groaned, flapped at the hand attacking his head, and tried to snuggle deeper into sleep. The tapping became harder, and the voice a little louder, much to Oliver's dislike.
"Oliver! Get up now! Breakfast is in 5 minutes!"
A new voice responded to the first one, this time female, which Oliver's subconscious recognized as Alicia Spinnet, "What are you talking about George? It starts in 15!"
Another voice, belonging to Angelina Johnson, "Than why are we waking him up now? Wouldn't it be more fun to see him race down there half-asleep like he did yesterday?"
A fourth voice entered the conversation, this one also male "I believe we've embarrassed him enough for the first week of school, now the torturing begins."
"Fred, would you like to do the honors?" said the first male, George Weasley.
"I thought you'd never ask!" the second male, Fred Weasley responded.
Just as Oliver's groggy mind registered the fact that the Weasley twins were discussing torturing him, accompanied by what sounded like Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, and he suspected Katie Bell, he felt a jet of water spray into his ear. He gasped and tried to jump out of the way, in the process falling off the couch that he had been on.
As he sat on the ground trying to rid his ear of water, now fully awake, a black girl bent down in front of him. Her braids were pulled back and her hazel colored eyes looked at him questioningly. "Hello, Mr. Captain Sir. Did we wake you?" she asked, grinning cheekily.
He glared at her and rose from the ground, taking the nail bitten hand offered to him. As he stood, he noticed that it was Katie's hand that had helped him up. She gave him a warm smile and pulled her brunette chin length hair into a messy bun.
"Oy, Kates, you biting again?" he asked in his Scottish accent.
She blushed and nodded.
"Good morning, Ollie! Did you sleep well? Dream of anyone?" Fred grinned, taking the pressure off Katie, and directing the attention of their inquisitive Quidditch captain on him.
"Morning to you too, Fred, I was sleeping fine until you decided to attack my temple"
"Mmm, nope, that was me," George said, raising his hand slightly and grinning.
Oliver rolled his eyes, "what ever -- it was one of you. And why would I dream about anyone?" his eyes flickered to where Katie stood, unusually silent.
Alicia, being the perceptive person that she was, giggled and nudged Katie in the side. Katie looked at her for a moment and than produced a chalkboard and chalk from her robe. She wrote something down on it, and Angelina, reading over Katie's shoulder responded in a whisper so that none of the boys could hear her. Katie wrote something else, and when Alicia responded, she rolled her eyes, huffed and stalked out of the Common Room. Alicia and Angelina giggled and followed her, stopping first to plant a kiss on their boyfriends' cheeks.
Oliver raised his eyebrow and looked at the twins. "What did you do now?"
"We bet Katie on something, and she lost. So, she can't talk until dinner today." George responded, walking towards the portrait hole to go down to breakfast.
"What did you bet on?"
"Erm...that information" began Fred.
"Cannot be released" continued George.
"Due to the fact"
"That you may hurt us if we told you" finished George and held open the portait so that the others could climb through.
"For some reason, I dont want to know now" Oliver said and led the way down to breakfast.
A/N: hope you guys liked it! And please please please please review. I like it when people review...even if it's flames (although, dont make them too mean...I do have feelings) ... reviews make me happy, and when i'm happy, i post, and when i post, you read more...so, if you want more...review!