Hello, everyone, this is my first sotry, just a bunch of one shots about our lovely first generation people! Once i finish with whatever comes to my mind, I might do a second part thats second generation! REad and REview!

Disclaimer for the entire thing: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldnt need , now would I?

I've been hurt. Horribly, horribly, hurt. The kind of pain that makes you feel as if someone took your heart out of your chest and threw it in a meat grinder. You see, my boyfri...ex-boyfriend, Drew Jameson, cheated on me with a wizarding model. The first guy out of school that I really loved, cheated on me. When I confronted him about it, guess what he did?

Said, "Hell yeah I did, and I don't regret it! She's better than you anyways. Give me twenty minutes, all my stuff will be out of the apartment."

Yeah. He said that.

I was nineteen when he left me, two weeks before my birthday, just starting my quidditch carreer. Now, I'm twenty. Everyone in the world thinks I'm happy as a clam, rising in sucess as a chaser for the Holy Head Harpies, single and proud. My best friends and family knew how I was really doing though. Wanna know too?

Miserable. It's been two months since the break up, and I'm still depressed. After practice, I shower, go to bed, and sleep until twelve. I eat, and depending on my schedule, go back to sleep until the next practice. I don't look like someone who's depressed to the tabloids. I'm in shape, there are no bags under my eyes, my hair isn't stringy and greasy. I just feel...

Horrid, I guess? I don't even know.

Angelina and Alicia both have tried to be there for me. We're best friends, chasers for the same team, and the quidditch "Golden Trio." they've been there for me through everything, but...it just hasn't worked out. I don't why, really, I don't. But I just feel horrible. Absolutely horrible. You have to give them props though.

"Katie?" Alicia's voice called from outside my flat door. "You in there?"

"It's open," I called back over my cereal. This was a morning when I actually woke up on time, but only because I couldn't sleep the night before.

Alicia and Angelina walked in, eyeing my messy apartment.

"Really, Bell?" Alicia said. "I mean, really?"

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Have you showered?" she said.

"My hair is wet, isn't it?" I asked.

"The apartment..." Angelina looked around. "We just cleaned it last week."

"Yeah, well..." I shoved more cereal into my mouth, not looking up from the magazine in my extra hand.

Angelina picked up the box in front of me. "Peanut Butter Crunch? This is horrible for you, you're supposed to be eating healthy."

"But I love peanut butter," I frowned. "Especially in crunch form."

"Whatever." I could tell she was trying not to smile. "Anyways, you need to start packing."

"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously. "What am I packing for?"

"Vacation, stupid," Alicia said. "We're leaving soon, for America."

I groaned. "Why are we doing this again?"

"Because," Alicia smiled. "You need to get out this damned place. My parents are muggles, they have a muggle beach house over in America, and the summer is started, the World Cup is over. You're leaving this place for awhile, starting something new before we come back."

"I never approved this desicion," I said.

Angelina laughed. "You don't approve any desicions we make about your life anymore. Which is why, when we come back, you'll find yourself in a new flat with the two of us. It's in London, it's muggle, but it's lovely, overlooking a gorgeous park."

"And all my stuff?"

"You'll get new stuff," Alicia explained. "Everything from your previous life, besides things from your parents and family or whatever, will be gone. You'll get new clothes, new colors in your new room, a new look, everything."

"What about my toothbrush?"

"Those are easy to buy."

"Why are you guys doing this to me?" I whined, waving my wand so that my breakfast dissapeared. I was a tad bit lazy, yes.

"Because," Angelina said. "We are sick and tired of you living the way you do. It's two months in the past. You're still in the apartment you shared, you're still pining over him, you are completely miserable, and we're changing it. You're changing your lifestyle."

"And if I don't want to?"

"Oh, sorry to inform you," Angelina pretended to look sympathetic. "You don't have a choice."

"You guys are mean to me," I said.

Alicia hugged me. "It's because we love you, and care about your well being. Things have to change."

And change they did. I mean, they changed.

The first thing they did was a make over on me, which I objected to profusedly at first, but decided to go along with it. We spent the day at a wizarding spa, where I relaxed and began to feel refreshed for the first time in awhile. They cut my straight hair into the multiple layers, then dyed it from the dirty blonde it was to a dark black, that sometimes looked almost blue in the right light. With silver dye, they did the tips of my top layer, bottom layer, and bangs. It turned out so much better than I thought, not really looking that bad. My blue eyes looked brighter than usual because of my hair, somehow. We bought a whole new set of make up that the stylist at the spa picked out. Still a part of the make over, we decided on an entirely new style in the clothes department. My style went from sporty to sexy in one day. I wore more flattering things, a lot more jewelry, heavier (but not trashy) make up, and more high heeled shoes—I had a particular set of blacl boots I really love. That part made me feel much better.

When asked about my make up by wizard reporters, I simply replied, "I've finally gotten over the break up, and decided to show Drew Jameson exactly what he's missing."

"Amd what prompted you to do this?" Someone had asked.

"My best friends," I replied. "They really have all the credit."

The muggle flat in London was next. Angelina was right: it was lovely. It had two rooms, a large bathroom for the master bedroom, another for other people to use mext to the guest room. The master bedroom was huge, fitting three beds. One was a loft bed, another bed coming from beneath that. The other bed was another loft bed, except it had a desk underneath it. Since Angelina spent a lot of time writing as a side job, we agreed she should have it. I took the loft bed of the other one, Alicia in the bed connected to that below. The room itself was bright and open, with a large set of French windows on the wall that didn't have a door or beds against it. The walls were a creamy yellow, the floors wooden, all the bedding white. A large white rung was in the middle of the room and regularthings you'd find in bedroom were spread across, like pictures, posters, paintings, etc. Angelina took the closet, I the wadrobe, Alicia the dresser. Our shoes went in a basket in by the door. We had a system going, and it worked.

The rest of the flat was also lovely. The kitchen was decently sized. The island in the middle of it opened into the dining room, which was a smaller table, with four chairs, but still nice. The kitchen was painted I'm a variety of blues and grays. The wall there had a large opening, about the size of two doors, that you walked through to go to the living room. That had large coffee table, with four pieces of furniture surrounding it. Two big, comfy chair were across from each other, one with it's back to another French window. The other two sides had long couches facing each other. Simple, cute, little decorations were scattered here and there, particularly a huge painting that went easily with the black and green theme of the room. The other two doorway led to a bathroom on the right, the guest bedroom in the middle, our bedroom on the left. Over all, it was lovely.

For oir trip to america, we went to a place called Edisto, South Carolina. It was a lovely muggle town on the beach, and relaxing there for a couple of weeks, magic free, was good for me. My social life and lifestyle changed in result of feeling refreshed and new. I started going on dates every now and then, hanging out with other people besides just my best friends. I didn't sleep in late every morning. Instead, I woke up early with the girls, went for a jog through the park, ate a healthy breakfast, showered and got ready for the day. After ee got back from America, I slowly regained a healthy, happy life.

"Hey, guys?" I asked one morning after we got back from a run.

"Yeah," Angelina said, getting breakfast started. "Whatcha need?"

"The Prohey is talking about my lifestyle change," I said, looking down at the paper in my hands.

"And?" Angelina prompted. "What about it?"

"Have I really changed?" I asked. "I mean, I know I have on the outside, but am I a completely different person?"

"No," Alicia said with a smile. "You're still Katie. Just a more confident, happy, new version, of Katherine Marie Bell."

Hmm, I thought. A new version.

After leaving the stadium, Alicia, Angelina, and I had talked to our keeper Amanda. She said her boyfriend was throwing the victory party at their house. By the time we got there, it was jam packed. Music was coming from the walls, everyone was dancing and held drinks in their hands. Angelina found George immediately and they started dancing, so Alicia and I headed right for the bar. We both tended to have to loosen up before we could do anything.

"Teo firewhiskies," I told the person manning the bar. We took out seats, and I let the familiar song fill my ears. This was a regular for the Harpies, something we often listened to in order to get pumped for a game.

"You played rather impressively tonight," someone said from behind me. I turned in my chair and saw Oliver Wood, smiling up down at me. "If I do recall correctly, I taught you three chasers the trick you pulled twice tonight."

My heart stopped. You see, in school, I had always had a slight crush on him. Yes, he was three years older than me, but still. His hair had gotten a little longer, which looked good on him. He still had a fit and fine as ever body, his blue eyes shining from his face. He wore a smile that tilted slightly upwards more on one side than the other. His scottish accent, though, was what really sent shivers up my spine. Something about it was so goddamn sexy.

Like I said, I had always had a crush on Oliver. When I started dating Drew though, I seemed to realize nothing was going to happen. It was slightly upsetting, but as I fell more in love with Drew, I stopped feeling so deeply for Oliver. Now, however, seeing him standing there...I haven't even had anything to drink and I feel absolutely intoxicated.

"Oliver!" Alicia brought me out of my thoughts, throwing her arms around his neck. "Blimey, it's been ages!"

"I know," he said, hugging her back. She pulled away and he looked at me. "Do I not get a hug from Bell?"

I grinned and threw my arms around him as well. His arms around my waist made me feel faint. Oh buddy. It's starting again.

"How've you been, Wood?" I asked, sitting back down.

He took the seat next to me. "Great, actually. And two of my favorite chasers in the world? How've they been?"

"Fantastic," I said. "Better than ever."

"Good," he said. "I ready the newspapers. I like the new style." His eyes traveled up and down my body in praise. "It suits you."

"Thank you," I said. "I like it to."

"So," he said. "About that trick..."

"Yes," Alicia rolled her eyes. "The great and mighty Oliver Wood taught us the brilliant trick from six years ago that we still use today."

"You know, I have neve shown anyone else that trick."

"Really?" I asked, surprised. "Not even Puddlemere United?"

"Not even them," he shook his head. "They aren't special enough, like my girls."

"Have you seen George?" I asked. "He'd love to make fun of you like old times."

"I bet he would," he laughed.

"And Harry?" Alicia added.

"Already went and bothered him about not playing proffesionally," Oliver said. "He took it well, saying teaching Teddy how to play would be enough. He's only two, but I can see something great coming from him. A huge star."

I laughed. "He's only two, yet you're planning his future."

"Someone's got to live up to my expertise, right?" Oliver grinned. I melted.

"I suppose so," I waved him off as y firewhiskey came. I drank half of the tall glass before Oliver took it and drained the rest. "Wood!" my throat burned and eyes watered slightly.

The bartender hadn't even left, so Oliver ordered one for himself and a refill for me.

"Why did you do that?" I asked. "That was my drink!"

"I used to take your pumpkin juice at Hogwarts, remember?" he said. "So I thought I would keep up the tradition."

Alicia gave me a knowing look before slipping away onto the dance floor after drinking her own firewhiskey in less than ten seconds. It was just Oliver and I.

The bartender brought the drinks back and I took Olivers and mine. I brought the glass to my lips and took a large gulp before giving it back. "There. We're even."

"Ahh," Oliver said. "Never thought about that. So, Kates, you still paint and draw?"

"Nope," I popped the 'p'. "I don't have time."

"Rubbish," he declared. "What do you do when you aren't playing quidditch?"

"I have a social life," I said. "Plus we have to plan Angelina's wedding."

"Oh, yes," he said. "When is that again?"

"This coming March," I said. "It'll be a wonderful wedding!"

"I'm sure it will," he said. "But I still think you should continue with art. You have a real gift, you know."

"I've been told." I frowned. Truth was, without Oliver constantly nagging me about it, once he left, I didn't really continue with art. I wasn't about tell him he was my muse though.

"So," he said. "How's your family?"

He changed topics so quickly.

"They're good," I said. "Isabelle's pregnant again, with twins."

"Twins?" Oliver looked horrified. "Yikes, I don't want to see that."

"What's wrong with twins?" I teased.

"Children scare me," he said. "I don't know what to do when I'm around them."

"You've always been so good with your younger siblings and the little kids who beg for your autograph, though."

"That's because they're a little older. They aren't babies. Anyways, what would I do with babies?"

"What will you say when your future wife has kids?"

"I'll love them and all, but I'll panick that I'm screwing up and doing something wrong. It's so easy to break them."

"You're completely irrational."

"Tell me something I don't know," he took another swig. "Which happens to be how the rest of your family is doing, you never told me."

"You distracted me."

"Bollocks. Your family?"

"Mum and dad just had their vows renewed," I said. "Lisle is going into her final year at Hogwarts, and Jessie into her third."

"Wow," Oliver said. "Time flies."

So does the count of how many drinks you've had. After another hour of drinking and talking, I was a little tipsy...okay, I was very tipsy. Some guy came up to me and asked me to dance. I agreed half heartedly and danced with him. After a few minutes, Oliver interrupted. "May I have the lovely lady for a few minutes?" the guy said sure and moved away, Oliver replacing him.

"What did you do that for?" I pouted as we danced. "I was having fun."

"I didn't like the way he was touching you." Oliver said.

"And how was that?"

"Well," he placed hos hands on my shoulders. "First, like this." he trailed them down my body to my hips. "Then like this..." he pullled me closer to him. "Then I really didn't like this..." his hands grazed my bum before coming back to my hips. "I was white jealous."

"Since when have you ever been jealous of a guy being with me?" I snorted.

"When you were dating Drew," he admitted.

I was shocked. I was drunk of whiskey and desire. That's what made me pull Oliver to me tightly and press our lips together. He was still for a second before he began kissing me back fiercely. When it got intense, we moved to a hallway, where nobody was. He picked me up and pressed me against the wall as my legs wrapped around his waist. I giggled drunkenly and we snogged for a good bit of time. At some point, I began feeling weak, so I natrually kissed him harder, pulling him closer to me, if possible. He moaned into my mouth and his hands twisted into my hair.

"Oliver," I panted. "We need to go somewhere. Very private."

"My place," he suggested into my neck.

"Perfect." I giggled again.

We each grabbed another firewhiskey, grabbed each other, and left for Oliver's flat.

The next morning, Oliver and discussed a few things. It had started when be said he didn't regret what we did, leading me to attack him with happiness. After we talked, I giggled like a child and attacked him for the third time in a twelve hour period of time.

"Hey Katie?" he asked afterwards as we lay intwined beneath the sheets.

"Hmm?" I said lazily.

"You don't see much different from before," he said. "I know you've changed, and there's the whole new version of you, but you're just like you used to be."

"This is the new version of me," I said, looking up at him. "Just a happier one."