A/N: So this is the first fic I have posted on here. It's more of an improv thing, meaning I'm not planning out the chapters and writing most of them before posting. I'm working on a few stories that will be planned out a little better, but I was anxious to post something. The beginning is a little common, but within a couple of chapters we'll have some original twists. Also, since it's improv, I'm taking suggestions and requests for what you would like to see happen. From tiny details to big plot twists, anything is taken into consideration. The title was taken, of course, from an ABBA song. They're my guilty musical pleasure.(: Anyways... enough of my ranting. On with the story.

Disclaimer: I am, in fact, not J.K. Rowling, nor am I in any way associated with her. I own nothing at all besides my love for a certain quidditch captain and a few random ideas floating around in my head. I am also not in any way associated with ABBA.

"The punchline to the joke is asking, 'someone save us.'"
-My Chemical Romance

I stopped at the barrier for platform 9¾ and said my goodbyes to my dad. My fourth year and we still didn't know how to say goodbye to each other. So we just shared an awkward hug and I passed through without him. I didn't bring him onto the platform with me because I knew he would be a little too overwhelmed. Not to mention I still think he has a grudge against the magical people of my world after Mum left. Me being an exception. I think. Honestly I don't know where I stand with my dad. He doesn't act like it, but I think that every time he looks at me, he sees her. Especially now that I'm getting older and looking more and more like her.

I dropped all negative thoughts as I saw the faces of my best friends waiting for me: Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, and Lee. There was only one face that could've made this more perfect... I dropped my stuff and ran over to them, nonetheless, and we all shared a big group hug and exchanged excited greetings.

"About time you showed up, Kates. Seriously. We've been waiting here for you a good 5 minutes. We were thinking about just hopping on the train and letting you come in search for us yourself," Alicia said, jokingly. She's always the first to remind me when I'm late for something. Which I usually am.

I ignored her and Fred picked me up and spun me around dramatically, humming a song I was pretty sure came from a muggle movie called Enchanted. "Dearest Katie! For it has been so long!" he said, putting me down and gripping me in a tight embrace.

"Oh yes. Six days is much too long to go without seeing your best friend. It was torture being able to sleep in all that time without someone to annoy me out of bed," I sarcastically replied. He ignored me and continued squeezing me. "Agh... Fred... Can't… breath."

That summer I spent a lot of time at the Weasley's house. I spent a week straight over there once, when my dad had to go on a prolonged business trip. I got to know Ginny, their little sister, pretty well considering I was bunking with her. She was quite fun to talk to after I got her to open up. She told me a lot about herself, including the story of what happened last year and her crush on Harry. She was also surprisingly understanding about a lot of what I had to say, also, considering the age difference.

Angelina gave me a once over and rolled her eyes. "Jeez, Katie. The tee-and-jeans thing is getting old. Sure it works for you, but so would a nice skirt. You have amazing legs. I've had enough of this. I'm making you let me dress you up a little sometime this year." I didn't bother arguing with her. She always got her way, and I wasn't going to be the one to test that. Angelina scared me sometimes. What could I say though? She was pretty intimidating.

We all talked and exchanged summer stories, not caring about anything else in the world but the fact that we were all reunited. Fred and George helped me with my stuff. After putting my trunk in a luggage compartment, Fred threw my messenger bag over his shoulder put an arm around my shoulder and joked about how much I had grown over the summer, playfully motioning to my chest. I slapped him in the arm and rolled my eyes. I realized that, even after only six days, I did miss him. I was becoming a tad reliant on him, and I think he knew it. I think he knew that he was the one person I knew I could always rely on, and made sure that I always have him to rely on. Whether that was a good thing or bad, I didn't know. Nor did I care.

George followed suit and put his arm around Alicia, as well as Lee with Angelina, and we all started our own little conversations. We all boarded the train with each girl having her own escort. Fred and I, being in the lead, chose the first empty compartment. All six of us sat down and continued our own discussions. Fred and I were talking about the Quidditch World Cup when the door opens. There's that missing face.

"Any room in here?" Oliver said playfully.

"Oliver!" everyone exclaimed. Fred and George squealed like girls and jumped on him. Everyone laughed as Oliver smashed his head on an overhead compartment after stumbling backwards. Even Oliver didn't seem to mind that much. Angelina and Alicia both hugged him, and he and Lee shared one of those weird dude handshakes. And then he got to me. I got a good look at him for the fist time in two months. His hair was longer, and a little messier. And he was wearing a t-shirt that made it easy to see his well defined muscles, and he had gotten a little taller. If possible, he was even hotter this year than last. He gave me a once over also. "You look nice, Bell. And you've grown a bit over the summer." I heard Fred snicker and say something bellow his breath about how Oliver didn't mean my height. I ignored his coming and embraced Oliver in a hug. He was pretty tall and when he tightened his grip a bit, my feet came of the ground. He put me back down, but didn't let go right away. "I've missed you," he whispered in his amazingly sexy Scottish accent. For some reason, that sent this weird feeling right through me. It was nice and scary at the same time. I chose to try to ignore it.

"I've missed you too, Wood" I said, inhaling his scent. He smelled really good. But I could tell he wasn't wearing cologne or anything. Was it just me, or did I get the longest hug? Judging by everyone else's faces as we let go, It wasn't just me. Angelina and Alicia had their knowing smile on. Fred and George had their eyebrows raised. And Lee was just kinda oblivious. I risked a glance sideways at Oliver, and like Lee, he seemed a bit oblivious also. After a moment of silence, everything went back to normal. This time, Fred was talking with George, Alicia, and Angelina, and Lee had decided to go look around for a few of his other friends. I started talking to Oliver about his summer. I already knew a lot of the stories, because we had owled each other a bit. Apparently him and his cousin Leo went on vacation with their parents to Italy. Still, there were a few things he left out to tell me in person. Like how his cousin got hit on by a transvestite and stung by a jellyfish at the beach.

Alicia and Ange excused themselves to go look for their friend Leah, and not long after, the twins went in search of their little brother to make sure he didn't miss the train again. All of a sudden, Oliver and I were alone, and all topics of discussion seemed to erase themselves from our minds, forming an awkward silence. I wondered why I was so nervous around him now, and that feeling I got when I was hugging him forced it's way back into my mind. Please, I told myself. I do not have feelings for my quidditch captain. I didn't have to worry about it for very long, though, because the train lurched violently into a stop. I was thrown into Oliver's lap, and was too shocked to move. All of the lights went out and I heard the twins and Angelina fumbling to get back into the compartment.

"What's going on?"

"Ouch! Those were my ribs, Alicia."

"I didn't do anything, Angelina!"

"Is it cold in here or what?"

"Fred. Get your hand off of my ass!"

"I though it was my own ass!"

Smack. "Ow!"

"Lumos," George said, and the cabin lit up. Immediately all eyes landed on me and Oliver, and I realized what me must look like. I quickly shoved myself up off of his lap and my cheeks felt like they were on fire.

"I was… we were… the train… and," I stuttered, embarrassed.

"When the train stopped she was thrown into my lap. Nothing more," Oliver said, voicing what I couldn't.

Everyone 'Mhmm'ed suspiciously, and I chose to ignore it. Damn. It was cold in here.

"What's going on?" I asked, sitting back down next to Oliver, making sure not to sit too close. Not too far away, either. Wouldn't want to give them more of a reason to be suspicious.

"I don't know."

Everyone sat down and started to theorize about what was happening when a dark hooded figure appeared at the door. Suddenly everything was even colder, and I got really depressed. All these thoughts started floating around in my head. Questions I ask myself, worries, bad memories.

Why did Mum have to go away? Was it because of me? Does Dad resent me for it? Does he look down on me?

In my head, I heard my dad crying. I saw him in the kitchen, looking at a piece of paper, crumpling it in his hand and banging them on the counter, sobbing like I'd never seen him before. Like I'd never seen him do since. I was so small then. I didn't understand. Why was he so upset? Why wasn't Mum there to cheer him up?

A conversation from when I was 4. "I'm sorry, honey. Your mum had some things she needed to take care of. You won't see her for a while."

From when I was 8. "Is she ever coming back, dad?"

"No honey. I don't think she is."

I remember comparing his words to the punchline of a sick joke that I didn't get.

Then as quickly as they came, they left, along with the hooded figures. We were all shocked into silence for a few long minutes.

"Was that…" Alicia began, but trailed off.

"A dementor," Oliver finished for her. I jumped when I heard him talk right next to me and noticed that I had subconsciously leaned into him, and he had a protective arm wrapped around my shoulder. God. Is my body doing this on purpose now? I sat up straight and he quickly removed his arm from my shoulder. Was that a tinge of pink in his otherwise tan face?

I looked around the cabin and noticed with relief that we weren't the only ones who edged a bit closer. Fred and Angelina were practically on top of each other, and Alicia was gripping George's arm with her own. None of us talked for a while. After a while, though we were all straightened out and we slipped back into conversation. None of us were quite as enthusiastic at first, but after a while, the dementor was all but forgotten.

Final A/N: Was it worth reviewing? Possibly sending ideas? Constructive criticism is welcome. Flaming is, also. Just don't expect me to reply to it. And remember, the cliche beginning was only really to keep it in cannon. From here out, it'll be better.(: