A/N: I know the last chapter had a few kinks.. Hopefully this one is a little bit better. Thanks to all who reviewed... no one's gotten a cookie, yet. Remeber... reviews are an author's best friend... Tell me if I made a mistake in here. Well, here you go.

Chapter 1- Victories and Tutors

As my brother and I saw our parents off at the barrier into platform 9 3/4,
I felt a sudden rush of excitement run through me. I followed my brother
through and emerged on the other side with a bright smile on my face. I
hadn't seen Oliver since the beginning of the summer because he and his
parents had gone on a summer-long vacation. He only just got back 3 days ago
and was prepping for his 6Th year at Hogwarts. My brother and I boarded the
train and found separate compartments; he went to go sit with his friends
and I went to find mine. I kept walking until I found Alicia and Angelina in
our usual compartment.

"Katieeeeee!" they both said before hugging me tightly. Those two have quite
the death grip and once they latch on, there's no way your going to get out
anytime soon.

"OK, guys. I love you, too, but I really need you too let me go now." They
still didn't let up. I saw Fred and George walking towards us. "Guys! Help!"

The twins gave each other looks. "Should we help her Feorge?"

"We should Gred!" Uh, oh. I sooo did not like that look.

They ran towards me, Alicia and Angelina, and the girls backed off with
slight smirks on their faces. Oh, yeah. It's gonna be on when I'm not
outnumbered 1 to 4. Either Fred or George (I can't tell from back here)
picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Then, he started run around
yelling, "VICTORY!!!" Victory my arse. The only reason they won is because I
have no one to help me.

Speaking of help, is that Oliver I see? Whoa. If it's possible, he has
gotten even more fine over the summer. His gray T-shirt hugged his nicely
developed muscles, and he had an obvious tan from wherever his vacation was.
Finally, I realised that I had been staring and that my neck was hurting
from wrenching it up to look at Oliver.

"Oliver, do you mind helping me here?" I said to him.

"What no, 'Hello?' No, 'How was your vacation, Oliver?'" he replied. I shot
him a look and he just laughed. "You should know, you don't look very
intimidating from down there."

"Oliver!" I whined.

"What it seems that Fred here has a good enough handle on you," he declared,
laughing. I gave him the puppy dog eyes and he finally gave in. Yus! Gots to
love them puppy dog eyes. "Fred, let her down," he directed.

Knowing that Oliver would probably make him do extra practises if he didn't
comply, Fred let me down. "Thank-you," I said cheekily. Fred rolled his eyes
and stuck his tongue out at me. All six of us walked back into the
compartment. Fred, George, and Oliver put their luggage up, but I had a
little trouble with mine. "Let me help you," Oliver said, reaching over to
grab my trunk and putting it up. As he leaned over me I couldn't help but
smell him. He smelt faintly of aftershave and cologne, but it wasn't too
overpowering; it was just right. "Thanks," I said.

"We should go find Lee. We have to discuss some... er... things," the twins
said before walking out. I thought that their behaviour was a little weird,
but, then again, when isn't it?

"And we are going to see if we can find Sarah and Danielle," said Angelina
and Alicia. OK, now they aren't supposed to act weird. They scurried out of
the compartment.

"That was... strange," I said voicing my thoughts and deciding to ask them
about their behavior later. Oliver shrugged his head dismissing those
thoughts. He looked over at me and opened his arms for a hug. As we embraced
each other, he whispered in my ear. "I missed you Kates."

"I missed you, too," I replied. After we let go, I asked him how his
vacation was.

"It was pretty cool. We went to the States. California, actually. Very
sunny. I learned how to surf." Oliver was a pure blood, but his dad worked
with muggles. He wasn't as eccentric as Fred and Georges dad; he actually
knew a lot about them. Fortunately, this means Oliver knows how to talk on a
phone, so over breaks we converse over one.

"Sounds fun. I didn't really do anything. Just the usual; I hung out with
Fred and George most of the time," I said. "Hey, you still haven't told me
how you did on your owls last year!"

"I did alright," he said, handing me a piece of parchment.

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

Pass Grades Fail Grades
Outstanding (O) Poor (P)
Exceeds Expectations (E) Dreadful (D)
Acceptable (A) Troll(T)

Oliver Austin Wood has achieved:

Astronomy E
Care of Magical Creatures A
Charms O
Defence Against the Dark Arts E
Divination D
Herbology O
History of Magic T
Muggle Studies O
Potions P
Transfiguration E

Typical Oliver... I don't know how he manages to pay so much attention to
quidditch and still get good grades. "Are you kidding me?!" I exclaimed.
"All right. Just all right? Everyone fails potions with Snape teaching,
Trelawney is whack, and come on, it's history of magic. I can't believe
you're getting an O in charms. I'm barely passing."

"Well," Oliver began, "I could tutor you on the days we don't have quidditch
practice." OK... Oliver is officially a saint.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah. We wouldn't want our star chaser to get kicked off the team because
she was failing, now would we?" I knew it. He's only worried about me
passing because I'm on the quidditch team. Forget what I said about him
being a saint. "Plus, you're my best friend. I can't let you fail." OK.
saint-ship reinstated.

"Thanks, Oliver," I said.

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