Author's Note: I haven't written – much less thought about – fanfiction for 5 years. So it was a bit of a shock to suddenly have a burning desire to write some… though possibly not a huge surprise with the final Harry Potter movie coming out very soon. I wanted to write something HP, but no real ideas – that is, until I happened upon some RPing going on via Twitter that I thought would make a great fic. So I got permission from 0liverWood & Katie_Bell_ & George_Weasley (who will appear in later chapters) to turn their tweets into prose. The following fanfic really is a collaborative work, so any reviews are appreciated and I'll pass comments along. Please do check out Hira-chii here on FFdotNet – she is Katie_Bell_ and has a few more KB/OW fics of her own.

Disclaimer: Do people still do disclaimers? We don't own these characters; we're not making any money out of it. Anyway… Thank you, JKR.

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"Don't you like anything else?"

Her exasperation echoed loudly along the corridor.

Oliver Wood scratched the back of his neck as he pondered the question.

"Well, yes…" He admitted. "But I figure, you find something you're good at – you keep doing it and get better at it."

Katie Bell stared him down as they reached the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.

"So, you're content with only Quidditch for the rest of your life." She stated, matter-of-factly.

"Sure." Oliver said candidly, before noticing the stony look he was getting. "Err… Uh, no, I mean – not just Quidditch… I'm sure there are other good things in life, too."

"You really are dense, aren't you?" She gave him the most annoyed look she could think of before huffily whispering "Zinkenstein." to the Fat Lady and disappearing through the portrait hole.

"I…" Oliver clambered in after, catching up to Katie where she was already perched on one of the plush sofas in the Gryffindor common room and writing nonchalantly in a notebook with a quill.

"It's just easy for me to talk about Quidditch." He continued, as though pleading his own defence case. "I don't often get the chance to talk about… err, other 'things' that I like."

"Things." Katie folded her arms. "Like what?"

She tilted her head ever-so-slightly, indicating the space on the couch beside her – as much of an invitation to sit down as Oliver was going to get.

"Err, well, you know…" He obliged obediently, albeit a bit nervously, and tried to come up with an answer. "Like the team. We've got a great team this year…"

"That's still related to Quidditch."

"Uh, but not just on the pitch, I mean." He corrected himself quickly. "It's been great getting to know everyone better. As people. Wizards. Not just great Quidditch players."

Katie set her quill down silently, raising her eyebrows slightly and waiting until he continued.

"Err, okay, well…" Oliver stumbled valiantly forth, clinging to his words as though they might save him from the menacing girl-creature beside him. "Like… Harry. He's got a good head on his shoulders, good to suss out ideas with… And Fred and George… The twins can always cheer anybody up about anything without even trying. And then there's you guys…" He paused briefly, trying to read her blank expression. "Err, you girls. Angelina and Alicia… and you."

She interrupted with an incredulous sigh. "You really are ridiculous."

"Sorry…" Oliver said plainly. "Didn't expect to be, uh, put on the spot like this…" He shrugged. "Would've prepared something to say that was a little more memorable."

Katie shook her head softly. "It's fine. I'm sorry."

"I think you're a great friend, Katie." He softly patted her hand. "And a brilliant Chaser." He cautiously let his hand linger, covering hers. "…And much more."

"Huh?" Katie blushed slightly at his touch. "What do you mean?"

Oliver quickly tried to find the words – any words. "Ehm, afraid I might lapse into Quidditch metaphors pretty quick…" He stood up quickly, shrugging sheepishly. "Just hope we can be better friends?"

Katie stared at him, confused. "Alright…" Her eyes quickly grew cold as she collected her things. "I'm off to do my work. See you."

"Eh, sure… See you later, Katie." Oliver glanced at his hand, the feeling of hers staying with him. "Don't forget Quidditch practice…"

He watched her head up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.

"Alright… Okay… Hopefully that went better than I think it did…" Oliver thought, replaying the moment in his head.

"Who are you kidding, Wood?" He muttered to himself.

He headed back toward the portrait hole.

"I need a butterbeer."