Nope, still not mine. Sorry for the delay, I'm lousy at updating…

I met up with a couple other kids I sort-of knew and we sat in a corner and hung out for most of the rest of the dance. Every once in a while, a song one of us particularly liked came on and we'd go and dance, but mostly we just sat and talked. There were four of us: me, an Asian girl named Anne, a short redhead called Robyn and a tall, gangly girl who introduced herself as Boris.

"Boris?" I asked.

"It's a long story," she said.

"Her real name is—" Robyn began before Boris interrupted her with,

"—So awfully horrendous that anything is preferable and anything happened to be Boris," she finished.

"If you say so," Anne said.

It turned out that the four of us knew a lot of the same people. Anne was the only one who also went to Hogwarts, but somehow the only class we'd ever been in together was History of Magic. Robyn and Boris went to a very small, very expensive private school that I had never heard proof of its existence before, just rumors.

"So how do you guys know Angelina?" I asked.

"Quidditch camp," they said at the time.

"Sweet!" Anne exclaimed.

"Angie told me about that," I commented. "I was so jealous, I promptly forgot about it."

They laughed. "You?" Boris asked.

"We're on the same Quidditch team," I said proudly.

"God, I'm jealous now," Robyn said.

We spent most of the rest of the night discussing Quidditch. Anne, it turned out, was a reserve Chaser for the Ravenclaws. Boris was a Keeper and Robyn was a Seeker.

I grinned. "We have the best Seeker." My smile vanished. "Had," I corrected. "He got banned. But he was the best Seeker."

They looked dubious. "Ask Anne," I suggested. "She's not even on our team."

They looked at Anne. She shrugged. "Cho isn't half bad, but I've got to admit that Harry is pretty good."

"Pretty good?" I exclaimed. "You're telling me that catching a Snitch in five minutes flat is 'pretty good'?!?"

"You have a Seeker who did that?" Boris said incredulously.

"That was once!" Anne protested.

"I bet you know who he is," I told the other two.

"We do?"

"Ever heard of Harry Potter?"

They blinked and burst into questions.

That was when I stiffened and lost track of the conversation as I spotted something across the room. Oliver was leaning on a wall snogging Dominica Vane.

"Katie? Earth to Katie?" Boris was saying, waving her hands in front of my eyes. "You still with us?" she asked. "You totally zoned out for a sec there." She looked at me closer. "Geez, Kate, you alright? You're ridiculously pale…"

I blinked. "Uh, yeah…I'm fine…excuse me for a minute…" I got up and walked towards the door. Three pairs of eyes followed my progress and a fourth pair, a beautiful blue pair, locked eyes with me. I jerked my head away and continued through the crowd towards the door.

"Katie!"

I ignored him.

"Katie, please…"

I continued walking.

"Katie, stop!" He grabbed my arm. I flinched and pulled away. "It's not what you think," he said.

"I don't care."

"She pushed me against a wall and stuck her tongue in my mouth, okay?" he said fiercely.

I blinked, but kept walking. He hurried to keep up. "I can't stand her, Katie, she's a little slut and she won't take no as an answer." He went on like this for a while.

I opened the door. Cold night air hit me. I glanced up at the stars. They were still there.

"You're leaving?" he said, startled.

"Where did you think I was going?" Idiot boy.

"I don't know…How are you getting home?"

I shrugged. "The Knight Bus." I was determined not to look at him.

He made a face. "May I apparate you home?" he asked.

I was about to refuse when I remembered my last journey on the Knight bus. "Okay," I said ungraciously.

He followed me outside and held my arm. Oliver radiates heat. I could feel his warmth even through my jacket. We turned and a second later, we were in a small park about ten minutes from my house. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I guess I overshot it a bit…"

Suddenly I remembered how Oliver knew where my house was. I had had a small gathering of the Quidditch team the summer before my third year. Fred and George were having a small war with Angelina and Alicia, so Oliver and I had escaped and taken a walk. We had spent a beautiful hour talking in this park, back when the apple trees were all in bloom. Harry, curiously, had never replied to his invitation.

"I'll walk you home from here," Oliver offered.

"Okay." I was not feeling very gracious towards him at the moment. My thoughts were more or less 'He could have had me, and he chose her!' Perhaps it was true that he had been lip-raped against a wall, but he should have been smart enough not to go near a wall with that little…my mind abruptly ran out of adjectives to describe Dominica Vane.

We started walking towards my house. He put his arm around me as though it were a given. I had a momentary debate about it in my head, but heck, it was cold, so I returned the gesture. Oliver was still going on about how this wasn't a 'her verse me' thing and clearly he would choose me because she was such a bitch…

"But you didn't."

He stopped, swallowed and said, "I'm sorry, Katie." He continued on about other girls he had to say no to and girls who had said no to him and how sorry he was to put me in this position. Frankly, I was paying very little attention to him and waiting for the moment when I could just curl up in bed and cry. Then maybe I could get over him. I'd been crazy about him for too long, I told myself. I'd even liked him a bit when I was with Ethan.

We reached my house. Oliver looked at me for a moment and pulled me into a hug. We just stood like that, holding each other, for what felt like eternity. Then he lifted his head up to look at me and I looked at him and our lips met and it was heaven. Too soon, he pulled away.

"Good night," he said, squeezing my hand.

"Night, Oliver," I managed and he smiled and turned and disappeared.

As it turned out, I didn't cry myself to sleep that night.

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