"So apparently you've been having your way with the whole quidditch team, have you?" Alicia asked. I stepped aside and let her and Angelina inside the apartment.

"Shove it," I replied.

"Well what's the story, then?" Ange asked, sitting on the floor beside the coffee table. Alicia sat beside her, setting the large baby carrier that held a sleeping Daphne on the couch behind her. I ran to the kitchen to get us drinks and snacks, and came back, setting everything on the table in front of them.

I explained to them just what had happened at The Phoenix a few nights earlier, and told them about how all of the tabloids were wrong in saying I was a party girl interested in shagging every guy on Puddlemere.

"How come you never got bad press, Ange?" I asked, grabbing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it into my mouth.

"Because I never went out with the rest of the team. If you go anywhere with them ,you're bound to get into trouble. I went to practice, I played games, and I picked up my check at the end of the month. Those were the only times I saw any of them, besides Oliver."

I nodded in understanding.

"So did plan 'Make Oliver Jealous' work or not?" Alicia asked.

"Well, he did look irritated when Calvin put his arm around me at the club. And when I came home that night, Oliver opened the door while Calvin and I were kissing and-"

"What?" both of my friend yelled at the same time. "You actually kissed him?"

"You told me to, Ange!"

"Yes, but I didn't think you would! I was just joking!"

"He asked for a goodnight kiss! I couldn't be mean and say no! And then Oliver opened the door and caught us and when Calvin left, Oliver seemed kind of... jealous I suppose. But the last few days he's just been acting like his normal self, and he's still going out with Claudette and bringing her home some nights. In fact, he left early this morning to spend the day with her. I think I'm just going to give up." I sighed and banged my head on the table.

"Don't give up, Kat," Ange said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You two belong together, I just know it."

"Yeah, you do. Hey! What's that?" Alicia pointed to a large cardboard box sitting next to the television.

"Oh yeah, I wanted to show you guys this..." I hoisted the heavy box up and dropped it onto the coffee table. "I was looking for one of my favorite t-shirts this morning. It's black and-"

"Has a white pattern going down the side?" Alicia asked, biting her nails.

"Yeah! Do you know where it's at?"

"I've got it. Remember, you let me borrow it!"

"Alicia! That was last year! How did- I was at Hogwarts! What... how did you... It's been gone that long?"

She smiled brightly at me, and I scoweld.

"Anyway, as I was saying. I thought maybe it had gotten mixed in with Oliver's clothes after we did the laundry, so I was digging around in his closet, and I came across his box full of pictures from Hogwarts."

I pulled the lid off the box, revealing hundreds of photos. A few of the people in the ones at the top of the pile squinted as the light hit their eyes, for they had been boxed up for a long time. I grabbed one that I had set to the side to show Ange and Alicia.

"I haven't been through the whole box yet, but this was one I found this morning. It's hilarious!"

I held the picture up so we could all see it. It was of the three of us.

"Oh, I remember that! That was right before Christmas break during our seventh year! Remember that Ange?" Alicia said, nudging the other girl. Ange didn't respond, but kept looking at the picture.

Angelina was in the middle, smiling happily at the camera as snow fell down around us. I was standing to the right, wrapped up in numerous other scarves I had stolen from the twins, and Alicia was either making faces at the camera, or trying to catch a snowflake on her tongue. She wasn't wearing her scarf or her cloak.

"I had been down in the dungeons doing a detention for Snape. He had me re-labeling all the jars with stuff in them, and I had heard you lot outside having fun, so I snuck out" she explained.

She smiled devilishly at me, and then glanced down just in time to watch a snowball smash into the side of her face in the picture. She gasped, and Angelina burst out with laughter.

"I knew that was coming!" Ange said, clutching her ever-growing stomach. "Oliver had thrown that! I had seen him to the side, and he was aiming for Kat, I just know it, but he missed! Thank Merlin he was a keeper and not a chaser!"

We laughed, spending the next hour going through the box.

"Oh, look here, Katie!" Alicia tossed a picture to me. I looked down at it and smiled.

It was from the same snowy day as the first picture we had looked at. Fred and George had tackled me and removed my shoes and socks in compensation for me having their scarves. I had made a big fuss about my feet touching the freezing cold ground, and Oliver had hoisted me up over his shoulder. In the picture, I was squirming to get away as he patted my behind with one hand and gripped my leg with the other.

"Wow, there sure are a lot of pictures of you, Kaite!" Ange said, shifting through a handful of photos she was holding.

"Yeah, there are," Alicia agreed. I shrugged.

Angelina reached into the box to grab more pictures, but found a piece of parchment all folded up.

"What's that?" I asked. I held in my hand a picture from Oliver's first year on the quidditch team. He was missing a front tooth; probably from a collision with a bludger.

"I don't know," she said, and opened it. Alicia leaned over her shoulder to see what it was, and her eyes grew wide.

"What? What is it? Let me see!" I said, reaching my hand out to grab the paper.

"It's... It's a... It's just a silly quidditch play!" Ange said, pulling the parchment out of my reach. At that moment, the front door opened, and Oliver came in. He smiled when he saw us, and leaned his elbows against the back of the couch.

"What have you got there?" he asked. He looked at the box, then at the pictures scattered around the living room, and then to the paper in Ange's hands. He stopped smiling.

"Who was digging through my closet? Katie! Were you digging through my closet?" His voice was growing louder and louder, and his eyebrows were knitting together in anger.

"I was looking for something, I thought maybe it was in your closet, and I found these pictures. We were just looking at them! I don't see what's the big deal!"

"You shouldn't be going through my things!" He came around to the coffee table and started throwing everything back into the box. He even had the nerve to rip the pictures I was looking at right out of my hands. He closed the box back up with the lid and lifted it up with one arm. "Ange, give me that right now." He held his hand out to take the paper from her. She slowly reached her hand towards him and he quickly snatched the paper and slid it into his pocket. "Katie Bell! If I ever catch you going through my private things... I... what were you thinking?"

He stomped off down the hall and I heard him throwing stuff around in his room. I glanced nervously at Angelina and Alicia. His bedroom door slammed, causing little Daphne to start crying, and he stomped back into the living room.

He ran a shaking hand through his hair before saying, "So what, Katie? What do you think, hmm? Do you have anything smart to say about that?"

I was on the verge of tears; I didn't know what he was talking about! Alicia cradled her daughter in her arms and stood. She said goodbye with a quick nod of her head and left without another word.

"Well, Katie? I'm waiting!" The tone in Oliver's voice scared me so much. Finally, Angelina stood up and pointed a finger at him.

"Don't you dare talk to her that way! She doesn't know, Oliver! Okay! She doesn't know! She didn't see it, only Alicia and I."

"Didn't see what? Is this about that paper? What was on it?" I asked. My voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't worry about it, Kat. Like I said, it was just a stupid, stupid quidditch play. Look, I'm going home. If you need me, just pop on over, I'll be there the rest of the day." She turned back to Oliver. "And you..." She made a rather rude gesture with her hand and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

I sat where I was , looking down at my hands. Warm tears were making their way down my cheeks. I didn't even know what the hell I was crying about! I looked back up at Oliver. He was staring at me, his dark brown eyes unreadable.

"What did I do?" I asked. As soon as the words left my mouth, I started bawling. Maybe I was being a little bit hysterical, but I've never been yelled at like that, and I've never been yelled at by Oliver. Plus, I was embarrassed because my friends had been there to witness it. I was a mess.

I stood up and hurried quickly by Oliver and went into my room in search of my shoes. I found them and slipped them on.

"Katie, I'm-"

"Get away from me!"

I shoved past Oliver and left the flat. I didn't know where I was going, but I wanted to get as far away from him as quickly as possible.

Before I knew it, I was in the park. It was getting late, and the sun was going down, but there were still lots of men and women and their children out playing. I sat on the same bench Alicia and I had shared the day after Oliver had come home so many weeks ago. I watched two children, a little boy and a little girl, as they tried to catch fireflies in a glass jar.

What had been Oliver's problem? What was on that paper? Surely it wasn't really a quidditch play, because that wouldn't have caused so much trouble, would it?

Could it have been plans to kill me? I gasped, eliciting stares from people around me. Perhaps Oliver was secretly a Death Eater, and for some strange reason, Voldemort want little ol' me dead! But the more I thought about it, the more I realized it couldn't be true. Besides, Ange and Alicia wouldn't have left me alone with Oliver if he was planning on taking me out. Unless they were in on it too...

No! I argued with myself. You know the girls better than that! You know Oliver better than that! He's your best friend! It was just something silly he didn't want anyone to see, so he got a little defensive.

But why was it okay that Ange and Alicia could see it and not me? I groaned and put my head in my hands. This whole ordeal had lasted no more than five minutes, but it seemed as though it was ruining my life! It had brought out a side in Oliver I had never seen before, and it was directed towards me!

After calming myself down, I decided to head back home. I didn't realize I was shaking until I watched my hand reach for the doorknob to our flat. Once I saw that, I couldn't keep myself under control. My hands were sweaty and my knees were weak.

The entire apartment was dark. Oliver must have gone to bed, and I silently thanked whoever was out there for not making me have to confront him. I quietly walked to my room and shut the door behind me. I slipped off my shoes, and just as I got my shirt over my head, there was a rustling sound coming from my bed and a light flickered on.

"Katie?"

I stumbled backwards, falling into my closet door with a loud thud, and tried to untangle myself from the t-shirt I had wrapped around my arms and head. I struggled for a moment, and finally got the damn thing off. I held it up to cover my bra and adjusted my eyes to the light. Oliver was lying in my bed. His eyes were red and puffy, as though he had been crying, and the large box of pictures was sitting beside my night stand.

I found myself backing into the corner farthest from the bed, and Oliver frowned.

"Dammit, Katie, please don't be scared of me." He ran his hands over his face and sighed.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked quietly.

"I was waiting for you to get home. I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have acted the way I did, Katie. Especially not to you. You don't deserve it. God, you've been crying. I don't think I can live with myself knowing I made you cry."

"You've been crying, too," I said, nodding my head at him.

I was happy to see one side of his mouth quirk up in a smile. "No I haven't. I... I've been chopping onions."

I snorted and sat on the edge of the bed beside him. I kicked the box of pictures. "Why'd you bring those in here?" I asked.

"I thought maybe we could look at them. And," he reached down under the covers and pulled a familiar looking folded piece of parchment out from under them. "I have this. You can see it if you want."

I stared at that paper for a long while, trying to decide whether I wanted to see what was on it or not. I decided on the latter.

"No. If it's so important that you didn't want me to see it in the first place, then I don't want to see it now." I pushed his hand away.

"Listen, Katie! I want you to see it! I want you to read it!" He unfolded it and held it in my line of sight. I was surprised to see it was a letter of some sort, and in his handwriting. I caught the words, "always have" before I pushed it away a second time.

"I don't want to see it."

He didn't bother to argue with me, and took a deep breath as he put it back into his pocket. I made him promise not to peek as I quickly changed into my pyjamas, and then I crawled under the covers beside him.

"So will you accept my apology?" he asked as he pulled the heavy box up into his lap.

"Of course."

"Good."

We spent the rest of the night looking through every picture in that whole box.

So here's the million dollar question: What was in the letter?

Sorry, you won't get a million dollars if you get it right, because I'm pretty sure all of you know what it was. And if you don't then... I'm not telling. It'll come up again. Besides, I think the "always have" gives it away like whoa dude.

3 new pictures, my favorites as of yet!

Oh yeah, and Jen, stop flooding my reviews with your blabbermouth. There's something called a PHONE!

And QueenieKai - no, I'm not on the forums at Sean Biggerstaff's website. I remember back when I was like... 14 or 15, I was so obsessed with him, I'd go to his site every day, but I never joined the forums. And then I forgot about him, and when I started this story, I went back to his site and read up all this stuff about him, and then I went on iTunes and was like HOLY CRAP ITS CASHBACK. Thanks for the link to the movie... hopefully all you OTHER READERS will go see it and watch it... unfortunately for me, I already paid the $1.99 to download the thing, plus I'm a retard who doesn't want to get rid of my dial-up.. I'm sure it'd take me forever to loadit upanyway, lol.

Whoa, was that my first ever review response? Holy crap!