Maybe it was a little compulsive for me to just walk out of the common room. But, I just didn't want to even have to look at her anymore.

What is wrong with her? Why doesn't she like me? Can't she see how lucky she is?

I'm not being conceited, I swear. But what's fact is fact and there isn't anything I can do about that. Just what is wrong with me? I'm not terribly ugly and I don't smell bad and I'm convinced that I'm a nice guy.

When she broke her arm last year, when she was just a teammate to me, I visited her in the hospital wing. I was the only one who did, aside from Karina, Tricia, and Alicia. No one else visited her. No one else knew. She didn't cry, or complain so no one knew she was hurt. She just walked up to the hospital wing on her own. I imagine she said something like "Hi, Madam Pomfrey? Could you help me?"

She is very much a non-complainer. Or maybe she is and I don't know her that much. Isn't it odd that I should say that? I've known her since we started here. But, like I said, she changed.

She's brutally honest. She didn't even try to break it to me gently. But I bet she thought I could handle it. I was trying my best back at dinner not to go insane and stand on the table and scream "What's wrong with me?!"

Up in the dormitory Dave was talking about how Lorena had agreed to go out with him.

"It all pays off," Dave said smiling.

"Easy for you to say," I muttered.

"Excuse me?" Tom asked loftily. "Did I just hear you correctly? Every girl in this school has had an obsession with you at one time.:

I scoffed. "Not everyone apparently."

"Katie?" asked Percy. I was surprised he wasn't off attending to his duties like usual or being with Penelope.

I gave him a knowing glance, leaning against the bureau. "Yeah. I accidentally kissed her today."

"Kissed her?" asked Jimmy.

"Accidentally?" said Tom.

"On the cheek, just before I knew what I was doing," I explained.

"Then what happened?" pried Percy.

"Awkwardness. Then she said we needed to talk about it and I told her what was on my mind..."

Jimmy cracked a huge smile. "You brave, brave man. So then what happened?"

"I told her that I would leave her alone if she didn't have feelings for me.... Turns out she doesn't," I said, scratching my head.

"Ouch," said Tom.

"Exactly... It feels kinda crappy, you know?"

"Man, that sucks," said Jimmy.

"I guess you could say that," I said. "Well, I'm going to get some sleep. Don't wake me up tomorrow...Don't you dare say anything to Katie. Understand?"

So I lay in my bed, gritting my teeth and glaring at the ceiling. How could I let one girl get into my head like that?

I didn't sleep very well. I kept having a dream that I was walking down a flight of stairs and I trip and fall, and keep falling. Come on, you know you've had that dream before.

And every bloody time I tried back to sleeping, I'd fall again. So, eventually, I gave up sleeping.

I clumsily walked in the hall and just as I was going to walk down the stairs I saw Katie talking to Tom in the dormitory. Katie talking to Tom. Crap. I don't feel like dealing with THAT right now, so I turned around quickly and went back into the dormitory.

Ugh. They were blocking the door to leave, and not only that, they were the only ones in the room. And THAT means I would have to speak to her. Even a 'good morning' would be awkward.

How do you say it so it doesn't MEAN anything? Not sounding like 'I'm-just-saying-hi-because-i-am-a-friendly-person-but-this-is-all-very-wierd.' The fact is, you can't!

So, I guess just to be safe, I won't go down to breakfast. No matter, I have my secret stash of Sugar Quills. So maybe they have no nutritional value.

I was on my third Sugar Quill when I heard someone knocking on the door. I wasn't in the greatest of moods so I barked, "What do you want?" assuming it was Dave forgetting his wand again.

Then I hear a gentle, but muffled voice on the other side of the door. "Oliver?"

I almost choked on the Sugar Quill.

"Oliver, it's Katie. Can I come in?" the voice asked.

I kicked the box of Sugar Quills under my bed and tried to tidy up in a millasecond, while trying to get to the door. I opened it, and there stood Katie with her hands held behind her back.

I'm sure that there is some rule restricting girls from being in boys dormitories, but what they don't know can't hurt them. "Umm, yeah, I guess so," I said opening the door wider for her.

She stepped in and looked around the room and at the unmade beds around her. I closed the door. "So, what's up?" I asked, trying to be as un-awkward as possible.

She raised her eyebrows and bowed her head. "I wanted to know why you left me there last night."

Honestly. I squinted, annoyed that she was even asking this. Shaking my head, I said, "I told you that I would leave you alone if you didn't return my feelings. You said you didn't ... so I left." I thought that would have been obvious.

At this point, I actually wanted Katie to leave. Is she going to shove the fact that she has no feelings other then friendship for me in my face? But she grinned sweetly at me. "You didn't let me finish."

"Finish what?"

"What I was going to say."

"Oh, what were you going to say?"

"I was going to say...that I don't know how I feel about you."

"Oh." I just felt stupid. Very idiotic. Well at least, she doesn't not like me for sure. So, I guess that's good. But, I felt impacient when I asked, "When will you know?"

She cracked a smile and giggled a little. "I don't know when I'll know."

"OK," I said. "Sorry for being a jerk about all this." I must a prat... I walked out on her, and now I'm forcing her into a decision.

"You aren't a jerk, Oliver," She said, and punched me ligtly on my chin. Something she would have never done had she hated me. "So, I make you smile?" she asked.

Of course she does! Her mood reflects my mood, and when she smiles, I smile. But she wasn't getting off that easily so I nodded and shrugged, "You have your days..."

She grinned again and sat down on my bed, indian-style. Katie Bell was sitting on my bed. My bed. On. My. Bed. Oh, Gosh. She didn't seem to know that she was torturing me and said, "If you don't mind me asking, when did this all start?"

Trying to keep the thought of having Katie in my bed out of my head, I shrugged again, "I don't know...a couple of weeks ago? Then...I dunno. I just started...well...looking for you wherever I was. Not in a creep stalker way, mind you..." I said. But it was true, I always took note of whether she was at meals and such.

"I'm glad." Glad that I've been looking for you, or glad that I'm not a stalker? Nevermind.

"It was just that whenever I got into the Great Hall, I'd look around to see if you were there. That and you're a lot of fun to talk to...most of the time."

She smiled. "Yeah, I can see why you'd say most of the time...anyway."

I shrugged again, remembering the times when her attitude got her in trouble and how she seemed to loathe my presence. I said, "For a while there, I could have sworn you hated my frickin' guts, Kates."

She let out a laugh and squinted really hard, smirking. Then she looked up at me, all innocent and such and said,"I did."

"Why?"

"Jealousy...mostly," She replied. "Some things about you frustrate me."

"What frustrated you?"

"You are a better flyer than me, a better student. It just seemed like everything just comes so easy to you. I didn't feel like it was fair. You have the whole 'perfection' complex-"

"HA! You're too funny, Kates. Seriously. Me perfect? No. That would be you." I said. But she wasn't perfect, of course. No one is. Certianly not me. It was good she wasn't 'perfect' since prissy girls just don't attract me.

"HA!"

"You're very modest about it, too, I see."

"Everything comes to you easy! You are quite possibly the only other boy in school who has a fan club, besides our Harry. All those girls even come easy to you!"

I laughed, "How old are they? Like four?"

"Try fourteen."

"That's besides the point," I said. I don't want those girls following me around. "Well, I know one thing that doesn't come easy to me..."

"What?" she looked up at me again.

"You." It was true, too.

She glared at me, and muttered, "Oliver..."

"Yes?" I said, taking a step closer to the bed.

"We should...go down to breakfast."

"Yeah..." I muttered. So that was it then, I guess.

But it couldn't have been it. I'm not going to let it end like that.

Katie stood up from the bed, consequently raising her face to mine. She gave me a confused look expecting me to back away. But, all I would have to do is lean in and I could kiss her. Damn, it was too tempting.

I took hold of her arms bringing her closer to me.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, looking up to me.

"Something I meant to do a while ago..." I convinced myself that to kiss her was what I meant to do that day in the locker room, but I missed the oppurtunity.

Instead of stopping me, or breaking away, she closed her eyes.

I gently met her lips with mine. As soon as I did I felt a tingle travel from my lips, and across my cheeks. I was surprised at the unexpected pressure pushing at my lips and realised that she was kissing me back and now bringing her arms around my neck.

She started pulling away, and I took my arms from around her waist. I put my hands on her shoulders and looked at her to see if she wasn't angry with me and the such.

But, thankfully, she smiled. I pulled her back to me and gave her the best hug I knew how. She burrowed her head into my shoulder and muttered. "You know, if you had done that a while ago, it would've saved us a lot of frustration."

I didn't quite understand what that meant, but assumed whatever it was was funny, and I laughed at the whole situation muttering her name several times.

Then she pulled back, "Now we REALLY should go to breakfast."

"You're probably right..." I conceded.

"I know I'm right."

Well, that went alot better than I had planned. She might even like me.

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The spaces between parapgraphs are really f-ed up, and I don't know how to fix them…..disclaimer, not mine not mine not mine. Sorry about the wait. Lacross started this week and been really wiped out. I heart you all.