A/N-Hey, everyone! Here is my first Oliver/Katie fic. I have written other fics before this but I know Oliver/Katie very well. I am very much a fan! This story is written in Katie's POV and I really hope you enjoy it! I do not own Harry Potter obviously; because if I did, I would walk onto the movie set and get me a Quidditch playin Scotsman, a Cullen, and some love from a set of redheaded twins. Until my dream comes true, I have to settle with my imagination. So alas, here is the story:

Keeper of my Heart

Spending the Night with Oliver

Chapter 1

I stared tiredly as Oliver lectured the team on our lack of enthusiasm at practices. I wasn't paying attention as much as I knew I should have been. Then again, all of us had heard his lecture for days. I was so out of it that I tuned Oliver out and sang a song to myself in my head. The words…didn't exactly make sense. I mean, can you actually blame me? It was 5:00 in the morning on a Saturday. You do the math.

Oliver was so focused on his speech and the play board, that he didn't even realize that Fred and George had fallen asleep standing up and that Harry was counting the splinters on his broomstick. Alicia and Angelina were yawning boredly as they shared a nail file.

Yep, Oliver was definitely overdoing it. What about schoolwork? It seemed like Oliver was so focused on Quidditch that he never did schoolwork. Yet, he still remained one of the top students getting Gryffindor house points. He never ceased to amaze me.

"Alright. Let's go to the pitch and practice play 47." he said in his very alluring Scottish brogue.

Whoa! Play 47? I barely could remember plays one to five. He was probably going to bite my head off. 'Katie work on your quaffle handling', 'Pass it to Alicia more often'; 'Do a handstand on your broom!' I mimicked him in my mind.

Sure enough, as I threw the ball to Alicia, Oliver appeared right next to me practically scaring me off my broom.

"Angelina was closer Katie! You should have passed it to her."

It's not like he said it rudely. Just kind of annoyed.

"Those are the kinds of things, the other houses will be looking for, Katie." he said to me.

"Only you would pay attention to things like that, Oliver." I defended still tiredly.

"Do you want to lose our next match?" he asked me.

"If it means less practices -" I started before he cut me off with one of his 'looks'. "No, Oliver. I don't want to lose to the other houses." I said like I was being scripted.

"This is my last chance to win the Quidditch cup. I depend on you and Harry to lead us to victory."

Oliver's words were sincere. It was true. This was his last chance to win his Hogwarts trophy. He was determined ever since he was a wee little first year to one day be on the Hogwarts Quidditch team and win the cup.

I didn't know Oliver back then. I met him when I tried out for the team my second year. He instantly took me under the wing and taught me some amazing Quidditch tactics I didn't know before. We became great friends after that.

He was always so determined to win the game. Whenever we lost, it seemed like he would blame himself instead of the team. That only made us feel worse. Oliver was a great captain and a really nice person. But, sometimes he just concentrated so hard on one thing; he missed what else was going on in his life.

I once heard this quote from a guy in some muggle band called…The Roaches or the Beetles or some kind of weird bug band and he said "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." That's what Oliver did. He was brainwashed for Quidditch and he needed a new picture to look at.

I looked at him as he blocked a pass made by Angelina. He was in slow motion to me as I saw him run a hand through his hair as she got one passed him. He tipped his head back and sighed in a frustrated manner. He was definitely stressed. I would be too if this were my last chance to try to reach my one and only goal.

I need to help him. I need to do something.

And that's when it hit me.

Literally, a bludger hit me on the shoulder. And ouch! Sometimes I think the Weasley Twins try to hit me.

"Sorry!" they both yelled at the same time.

Oliver looked alarmed but I was too busy concentrating on my plan.

Oliver needed to realize what was happening off the Quidditch pitch. And, I would make it my job to show Oliver what he was missing. Only, I needed two accomplices to help me and I knew the two most perfect people to help me with my plan.

"Oh, Angie? Alicia?" I yelled after practice.

They knew that voice. They smiled evilly as I walked over to the lockers taking off my Quidditch cloak.

"Are you up for a little challenge?" I asked.

They didn't need to say anything. I knew they were in.

XOXO

Blah…Blah…Blah… Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah.

Professor Trelawney went on and on. It was Monday morning and I was bored to tears even before the hour that wouldn't end. I don't usually ignore people this much, but I was too busy planning Operation Save-Oliver-From-Being Swallowed-By-A-Qudditch-Eating-Monster.

I wanted Oliver to get out of the Castle for a bit and go enjoy himself on a trip to Hogsmeade. Something he was always too busy for. I also wanted him to go one day without mentioning anything to do with Quidditch. Sneak into a forbidden room like the rest of the Quidditch team did and play a fun game of snaps courtesy of The Weasley Twins and much, much more.

Now, don't get me wrong I am not saying Oliver is a hermit. He has loads of friends. He tells great stories. Especially, the one about him and his father riding on the Lochness Monster's back. He even has moving pictures of it. Maybe in the midst of Operation Oliver, I could even help him with his love life!

Hmm…Oliver's…Love…Life. I guess I never really thought about Oliver having a girlfriend. He was good looking now that I thought about it. He had the accent thing working for him. Definitely a turn on. He was toned. Smart. Tall. Funny, when he wasn't on a Quidditch rant. Brave. Nice. He had nice eyes…okay, gorgeous eyes (I'm not blind, I've noticed them!), and he was very much a charmer.

So, I guess I would start with the basics. I would ask Oliver if he was going on the Hogsmeade trip that was planned on this upcoming Saturday. I walked into the great hall for lunch and I spotted him. He was laughing about something with Fred and George. I walked over to where they were sitting and greeted them. Oliver moved his schoolbooks off the bench next to him as he insinuated me to sit next to him. He smiled friendly to me as I sat down.

"Care to try some of this disgusting green goo Fred and George invented?" Oliver asked me.

"It looks…so tempting." I said looking at the goo. "But, I think I'll pass and grab a sandwich instead." I said laughing at the disappointed faces currently belonging to the twins.

There expressions changed to evil smirks as they had a brilliant idea.

"We'll see you both later." George said standing up.

"New developments have taken place." Fred said as the two deserted there lunch and headed for Gryffindor tower.

The great hall wasn't very packed. There were only a few students at each table. With Fred and George's departure, I was now alone with Oliver. I know what you are thinking…but Oliver and I are just friends…

He started to laugh at the two French fries that the twins had enchanted to run around their plates. Oliver had creases on the side of his eyes from laughing.

I felt my heart rate speed up as I watched him laugh. He was actually…very good-looking. He turned and smiled at me as he saw me looking at him before he went back to eating his own lunch.

OKAY, I CONFESS!

Second year, I had hearts written all over the inside of my diary with Oliver's name written in them! I was smitten for the Scotsman! How embarrassing, right? I know! Only Alicia and Angelina had any idea; the two most amazing friends anyone could ever ask for. But, I was always too afraid to tell Oliver the truth. Then all the feelings for him were pushed aside in fourth year when I started dating a fifth year from Hufflepuff named Finley Davis.

We never got to see each other and my Quidditch training time was on override during those few months that we dated. Angelina pointed out that she thought it was strange for Oliver to purposely fill all my free time with Quidditch time. But, I just told her it was because Oliver was determined. She still thought otherwise.

I mean for what reason would Oliver have had for scheduling me extra practices for Quidditch on the days Finley and I planned to be together?

I shrugged. Oliver had no reason to do it on purpose. Or was I missing something?

"So, Oliver are you going to the Hogsmeade trip this Saturday?" I asked him.

"I wasn't going to. I have to study for the N.E.W.T.S." he said.

"Really?" I was surprised. "No, Quidditch?"

"I'll squeeze Quidditch in no matter what." he said grinning at me. "But, for the most part, I'll be studying." he said.

"You can't squeeze in Hogsmeade at all?" I said trying to persuade him to go with my pathetic flirting abilities.

"I want to go but I really need to study." he said with a tone that sounded liken the words he spoke.

Then a thought occurred to me.

"What if?" I thought. "What if I helped you study? All week and part of the weekend as long as you come to Hogsmeade with Angie, Alicia, the twins and me?"

He looked tempted. He then nodded and smiled.

"Alright, but we study until I have everything memorized got it?" he asked now pressuring me as he stared me down playfully.

I laughed.

"I promise. You and me. Studying all night if need be." I said.

Step 1-Complete

As the day went on, I got more and more excited about my studying plans with Oliver. We had planned to start in the library in the afternoon. I was finishing my last classes and I skipped…yes, skipped, to the library to meet Oliver.

I searched and searched for him throughout the library until I finally found him in completely vacant slot. He had piles of books stacked on the table. This was going to be a long night.

"Are you opening a bookstore?" I asked him coming up to the table.

"Do you see how much I have to study?" he asked already fed-up.

"Oliver, relax." she said smiling, sitting down. "I am here to help."

He looked at me when I was seated.

"I'm really glad you're here to help." he said.

"It's really no problem, Oliver." I said. "After everything you've done for me, it's the least I can do."

"I'm really looking forward to Hogsmeade." Oliver said a few minutes into studying.

"Me too. I can't wait to stalk up at Honeydukes. My sugar drawer is now non-existent. Somehow Fred and George found out how to break the lock and they replaced everything with half eaten apples."

Oliver laughed.

"At least they didn't raid your collection of Witch and Wizard cards and replace them with dancing pencils."

"I think it's time to send the twins to Azkaban." I said.

The rest of the night, Oliver and I studied. When we got kicked out of the library, we dragged ourselves back to Gryffindor tower and finished studying in front of the fireplace. We were the last two up in the whole house and it was nice to have the peace and quiet we needed. After even more studying, Oliver slowly started to doze off.

"Oliver, you have to stay awake." I said drowsily as I shook him lightly on the arm.

"Hmm?" he asked with his eyes closed and his head leaning against the back cushion on the couch.

"Oliver." I whispered as I looked at him. The fireplace flickered dim lighting onto his face. His long eyelashes made him look so peaceful. I leaned my head back against the cushion while I continued to look at him.

I wonder what he's dreaming about…Quidditch? Hmm…

Before I realized it, my own eyes started to close. My eyelids seemed to have been weighed down by anchors and it felt good to have them closed. But, just because I didn't know what Oliver was dreaming about, didn't mean that I couldn't 'pretend' that he was dreaming about me.

And, that would be my dream.

A/N-Hey, everyone! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I will update soon so stay tuned!