ok, go easy on me if there are typos because apparently i'm not allowed to wear my contacts which means i'm as good as blind. so sorry in advanced. but i peered at the screen from like half an inch away reading it over so i think it's good. and if there are any unnatural breaks in the story i's because fanfic wouldn't let me put breakers in. so the lots of o means a break. okz? okz here you go.

"Angelina, hey Ange…is she smiling?" Alicia asked as she nudged the dark girl laying on her bed, apparently daydreaming about McKlinney.

Angelina sat up as Katie floated in before flopping down on her own bed. Her jaw dropped when she saw her friend's smile on the 13th of February of all days. Certainly that wasn't possible.

"So that chocolate was really good, hu?" Angelina asked, a smile to match Katie's with an eyebrow cocked.

"Uh-hu…"

Angelina smirked at Alicia before the two of them bounded over and sat on the edge of Katie's bed. "Ok, spill!"

Katie sat up, "Davies asked me to Hogsmeade tomorrow," she sighed with a faint smile.

Angelina and Alicia looked at each other before breaking out into squeals and giving Katie one big, many armed hug.

"Oh jeez…air…please!"

"Right," they chorused, letting go simultaneously.

"Katie, this is so great!" Angelina said, holding her at arms length, "Now you'll see why Valentine's Day is not a reason to go glaring at inanimate objects."

"Or snapping everybody's heads off," Alicia added.

"Or-"

"Ok!" Katie interrupted, "that's enough bashing on Katie."

"You're right," Angelina nodded. "We need more picking outfits for Katie time."

Katie let out a long sigh. She so saw this coming.

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The next day, Valentine's Day, Katie walked down to the entrance way with a smile on her face and actually feeling good about herself. Sure, she hadn't really dressed up too much with a nice deep green sweater and jeans underneath her black pea coat. And her hair wasn't done up in some fancy way but instead tied back in a ribbon in a low, loose pony tail with a few locks framing her face. And sure, Roger wasn't at the top of her list but hey, it better than sulking around the town by herself.

He even cleaned up for her. She liked that. Normally Roger was as famous as Oliver when it came to chronic 5 o'clock shadow but he was clean shaven that morning. He was wearing a pair of worn jeans and an old brown leather jacket and she could see a black sweater peeking out of the open collar.

He smiled openly when he saw her and she couldn't help but smile back when he offered her his elbow.

"So, only one hour?" he asked as they headed down to Hogsmeade.

"Yes Roger," she sighed with a smile. "Or else I would have to give everybody else extra time."

"Yes, but I'm sure not every guy is going to give you as much fun as me," he smiled down at her.

"No need to get cocky," she smiled back. "Besides, everyone would think I've gone soft."

"Well we can't let that happen," he nodded in agreement. "So is this little 'walk' taking up my time?"

She let out a small laugh as she looked at her watch, "I suppose not. But no one hears about this, fair enough?"

He made an X over his heart with his free hand, "promise."

"…and I told him that he should grow a Hitler mustache to go with his Nazi regimen," Katie finished half an hour later as they wandered aimlessly through the streets.

"You told old Wood that?" Roger asked incredulously and Katie nodded proudly. "What did he say?"

"Oh, he made us run around the pitch in full gear about a thousand times and gave us dawn practices for the rest of the week."

"Dawn practices? You're lying."

"Never," she said automatically.

"I didn't even know those were legal…" he mused. "Do they work?"

"Well, someti-I mean. No, never," she corrected herself quickly.

"Well aren't you the loyalist?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oliver threatens us otherwise," she smiled up at him.

"Sounds like a lovely captain."

"Oh trust me-he is."

"I can tell," he picked up her hand that was resting in the crook of his elbow and ran his thumb over her finger tips.

"I know," she groaned, pulling her hand away, "I've got callously man hands."

"I've got them too," he said, holding his right palm up to show even more worn hands before grabbing hers with his left. "So no worries."

She looked down at their hands and smiled. They weren't intertwined and found that very decent of him.

"Not until Oliver runs over and accuses me of fraternizing with the enemy," she smirked, giving his hand a small squeeze. Her smirk grew into a full smile when he looked at her with his eyebrows rocketing to his spiky black hair line.

"Bell? BELL!"

Katie craned her neck up to see her captain coming towards them, weaving through the crowed street.

"Oliver?" she asked skeptically as he came in front of them, "What's up?"

"Well I," he started but suddenly stopped as a scowl began to form on his face. Katie followed his gaze and say that he was glaring daggers into her and Roger's hands. Katie looked back up to see him glaring at Roger who was looking at her with a questioning look and she looked back to Oliver.

"Well what?" she asked, letting go of Roger's hand.

"I wanted to tell you……..that we have practice," he stumbled a bit with his words in his deep accent.

"That's great, Ol'," she said, "So is that it?"

"No," his brow was still furrowed. "I need to talk to you."

"Ok," she smiled a bit, "What about?"

She watched as Oliver's eyes quickly darted from her to Roger and then back.

"Ok, I get it," Roger laughed, "It's a team thing. Find you again later?" he asked her.

"Sure, I still think you've got some time."

"Brilliant," he leaned over and gave her a quick peck again and she scowled half heartedly at him. He let out a small laugh before walking off, "See you later than," he called over his shoulder.

"What was that?"

Katie looked up at Oliver to see a full scowl on his face.

"What was what?" she asked as he grabbed her elbow and guided her through the crowded street.

"FRATENIZING WITH THE ENEMY!"

She laughed as she rolled her eyes at him, "Oh c'mon Oliver, it's Roger Davies for crying out loud."

"Didn't he used to pull on your braids?" he cocked an eyebrow at her as they past Madame Puddifoot's tea shop.

"Yes," she groaned inwardly-the shop just happened to be one V-day-decoration-beast. "But that's besides the point-where are we going?" she asked as the reached the tree line at the end of town.

"We're here."

"Oh…what did you need to talk to me about?" she asked as he went and sat down on a fallen tree. "For the 20th time the new play is brilliant and I'm not going to tell you ag-"

"-It's not about that," he interrupted.

"So what is it about?" she sighed, her eyes traveling over his disheveled form. She smiled faintly at his perpetually messy hair-which was in desperate need of a trim-, the chronic 5 o'clock shadow against his jaw line, his old brown bomber's jacket and the hole on the left knee of his jeans (her smile broadened as she remembered how it got there. The twins were always going to be excellent at pranks).

He ran his hand through his hair and let out a long sigh, "I hate Valentine's day…" he muttered.

Katie laughed as she sat down right next to him, "That makes two of us."

"It didn't seem like that when you were with Davies," he pointed out.

She bit her bottom lip in thought, "Well he did make it more bearable."

"What did you mean that he had more time?" he asked, his chocolate brown eyes bearing into her.

"Oh, that," she laughed lightly, "I told him that he only had an hour and a butter beer seeing as he did pull on my braids."

He smiled, "Who knew you held grudges for so long?"

"Alicia," she said, "I'm still waiting for the earrings I lent her in second year."

"Your ears are pierced?" he asked, tugging fondly on her earlobe and smiled when she slapped his hand away playfully, "I didn't know that."

"Well, cap'n, I guess there's a lot of things you don't know about me," she smirked. "I don't wear them because I would just have to take them out every other second for practice," she added, referring to the earrings.

Oliver laughed as he stood up and offered her his hand, "Can I buy you a butter beer than in hopes of figuring out what else you're keeping from me?"

She smiled and took his hand.

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"So you told the twins to dye Snape's hair bright pink?" Oliver asked over their second round of butter beers in the three Broomsticks.

Katie nodded proudly, "and I'm not keeping things from you," she pointed out, "It's just that you never bothered to ask."

"I guess that's true," he muttered into his butterbeer. He looked back up at her, "I guess I should've taken the time."

"Instead of screaming at me across the pitch?" she suggested, "Yeah, might've been a good idea."

"Might've," he agreed, taking another swig, "But it's just so much fun-" Katie kicked him under the table, "Completely uncalled for Bell."

"Back to last names Wood?"

"No, Katie-kinns-" he smirked across the table at her and she kicked him again. "Ok, ok, I get it." he said with a light laugh before he started to scowl into his mug.

"Oh geez, Ol'," Katie sighed exasperatedly, "What's wrong now?"

He looked up at her, a smile forming back on his face, "Well all this time I thought I knew you."

"Don't act like I'm some great mystery novel, cap'n," she smiled warmly. "You do know me. Just because you don't know the meaningless details doesn't mean that you don't know me."

"I suppose you're right…"

"I am right," she took a swig, "Just like I was right about that play."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said defensively, "That play was perfect the way it was. YOU just wanted to take rights by added a few more spins."

"Oh come off it. I was SO right."

"No you weren't!"

"Just admit it Wood!" she shouted, slamming her mug on the table and wondering how a playful fight had escalated so quickly, "I made it better. You make up about a billion plays, let me have one!"

"No."

"NO?"

"I'm the captain!"

"You see! This is why I don't date captains!"

"What are you talking about?"

"FORGET IT!" she shouted as she stood up and rummaged through her pockets. Pulling out four sickles she let them fall on the table, "THANKS CAPTAIN!" she said sarcastically as she made her way to the door.

"IT'S A GOOD THING I ONLY ASKED YOU FOR A BUTTERBEER!" he called as she wrenched open the door. "AND DON'T FORGET ABOUT PRACTICE AT EIGHT!"

"Captains!"she muttered under her breath loudly as the door slammed behind her. "I hate god damn Valentine's day…" she mumbled as she walked down the snow covered street as more began to fall from the sky. With a small shiver she slammed her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "damn, damn, damn captains…"

"What about us?"

Katie snapped her head to her left to see Roger stepping into stride with her. She ignored him and scowled at the ground.

"Oh c'mon Bell," he said in a singsong voice, "Tell ol' Davies what's wrong."

"MY CAPTAIN IS AN IDIOT!" she shouted up at him.

"I can tell," he smiled crookedly. "What did Wood do this time?"

Katie let out a long sigh, "He was just being a Quidditch Nazi…and apparently I have practice tonight."

"Ouch."

"That's what I said."

"Katie? OH THANK GOD!" a familiar red head Weasley said as he hugged her from behind. Katie craned her neck to see it was Fred and laughed lightly. "I thought I was going to die. Did you know that? I mean rea….Davies?"

"Weasley?" Roger asked, mimicking Fred's face.

"Roger!" Fred smiled, holding out his hand.

"Geor-no-Fred!" Roger laughed as they shook hands.

"Katie!" the single girl said with fake peppiness.

"Oh, that's you?" Fred said, peering at her, their noses an inch apart. "Kates!" he said, giving her another hug, "For a moment I thought you were the other chaser who my dear brother is swooning over."

"Oh Fred," Katie squirmed under his tight hold, "Let me go."

"Fine," Fred faked pouted, letting her go before drapping his arm around her shoulder, "Did you happen to know that George is head over heels for our dear friend?"

"Wood?" She said without missing a beat.

"Don't even kid like that," he said shortly as they started to walk, Roger on the other side of Katie. "No, I mean the quiet one. What's her name…?"

"Alicia," Roger supplied, knowing that he was kidding around.

"That's the one!" Fred smiled triumphantly. "I've been with them all day and it's sickening. Let me tell you that."

"Oh really?" Katie cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes!" he groaned, "We were in Madame Puddifoot's of all things and he kept trying to hold her hand from across the table and his Weasley nerves failed him time after time and instead either went for the sugar of cream. That boy's going to be on one big sugar high later."

"Fred!" Katie laughed, lightly punching him in the stomach. "leave George alone. Him and 'Lic make such a cute couple."

"Yeah," he rolled his brown eyes, "Too bad the both of them are so shy around each other that barely a word gets passed between them."

The three of them continued to walk down the street until the reached the post office in a fit of laughs.

"Oh bloody hell," Roger mumbled as he caught sight of the clock above the large doors, "I've got to go find Cho."

"Cho?" Katie asked with a quirked eyebrow, "She promise you an hour too?"

Roger laughed, "No, I promised to help her get Cedric's attention."

"Old Dolty Mc Dolt-Dolt?" Fred asked.

"That's the one," he thumped Fred's shoulder and gave Katie a quick peck on the cheek before he took off.

"THAT IS STILL COMPLETELY UNCALLED FOR DAVIES!" she shouted after his retreating back.

"Sooooo," Fred said in a voice that Katie knew all too well as he slung his arm back around her shoulders. "You and Davies, eh?"

"No," Katie said stubbornly. "It's me," she let a long pause fill the conversation, "…….and then Davies."

"Well that makes sense."

"That's what I said."

Fred laughed, "I think George and Alicia are still trying to get a conversation started in Madame Puddifoot's. How about we start one for them?" he cocked an eyebrow as he broke out into a mischievous smile.

"Sounds better than sulking back up to castle."

"Really? I dunno, that sounds fun."

Okz, that's another chapter for you guys! I know, I randomly threw Fred in there because I love Fred. I mean, sure, George and Alicia is a definite couple but that doesn't mean Fred and Angelina have to be. That's just my reasoning and because if he's just floating around that means I get him. (I would take Oliver if damn Katie wasn't meant to have him.)

And I'm going to be a mean author and hide the pairing from all of you. Mwahahahahaha! Even though my constant reviewers know what's going to happen eventually…. But just a little tid bit, did you know that there is absolutely no Katie/Roger pairings? I looked out of curiosity and there aren't any. I think it's kinda funny because I though Oliver/Katie was shorthanded. Roger is like a complete outcast. hehe hehe, oh Davies….you're such a loner….

I know, stop rambling. Please review!