Disclaimer: JK Rowling invented anything and everything you recognise. Wish it were me though…

A/N: I'm so sorry I've not updated. Lost my memory stick. Has now been found! Wahey! So… yeah, sorry, and happy belated Halloween!

Hope you Enjoy!!

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When I get to the front door, I notice it is hanging on the jar, slowly; I draw my wand and push it open.

"Oliver?" A quiet voice, "Mate, is that-whoa!" I've drawn my wand at him, standing there, holding it up to his throat, forcing him back against the wall. "A-Ange…" He whimpers, attracting the attention of his wife, who is sitting at the kitchen table.

"Never,"I say angrily as I release him from the paintwork, "And I mean never, ever sneak into my flat without permission again."

-Katie-

"K-Katie… I'm sorry… I thought you knew we were-" George stutters as I help him to the kitchen table.

"Coming over?" I yell back at him, finally snapping, "No, because nobody in this flat tells me anything, do they?"

"Wh-what do you mean, Katie?" Angelina says, I look at her, she blushes and looks away.

"I mean…" I start, then realise I've gone too far. "It's nothing."

"Katie… what's-"

"It's nothing." I sigh, sitting down beside George. He nonchalantly shrugs an arm around my shoulder and waits for me to speak. He stares at me when I get back up, go to the kettle and busy myself with making coffee for us, all in silence. At this stage, I'm scared of opening my mouth.

"Katie," Angelina says eventually, "is this something to do with Oliver?" I stop at the mention of his name. "It is, then?"

"Maybe." I whisper.

"Then it is." George supplies. "What do you want for dinner, Angelina? I don't think we've got anything in the house… maybe I should go to the shops on the high street and get something?"

"No… you don't ha-" Angelina starts, then quickly realises that he wants to give us some privacy, "Yeah, could you get us something? We'll need milk and tea as well." He nods and rises to leave.

"I'll take my time." He smiles as he closes the door.

"Well?" Angelina rises slowly, suddenly looking very pregnant, and almost pulls me to the living room, sits me on the sofa and grips my wrist. "What's up?"

"He… he was in past midnight last night, and I didn't know where he'd been and he'd been drinking, because I could smell it on his breath, and-and…" I feel the hurt pooling in the corners of my eyes, pricking there, waiting to trickle down my face, put the pain on display, "Ange, I was scared."

She puts an arm around my shoulders and gently rubs my upper arm.

"I know, Katie, I know…" I've told her all about my alcoholic father, that he used to hit my mum when he appeared past midnight, drunk out of his skull… and how I don't want that to happen to me. "But Oliver's not like that, is he?" she smiles and hugs me to her, pulls me into my arms like mum used to, "Oliver's so kind, sweet, funny an-"

"Sexy." I growl from the back of my throat before I can stop myself, "I know, Ange, but can't you see… I just don't … want what happened to mum to happen to me."

She smiles and rubs down my arm again.

"Come on, Katie, you're alright… don't panic, mate…"

"Panic?!" A new voice joins the fray, "Ange? What's going on?" I look up; Oliver has just entered, staring at us, wide eyed. "Katie?" He sits down on the duvet and pulls me into his arms, kissing my forehead gently. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, fighting the tears in my throat. "Katie, what's wrong?"

"It's-it's nothing." I choke with difficulty, "Oliver, I'm alright."

"Katie." He says severely. "You're crying. I come home to find you crying and you say you're alright? That's a lie."

"It's… Oliver, she was scared." Angelina interrupts, ignoring my sudden, panicked shushing gestures. "Katie, he's got to know."

"Know what?"

"Ange is chatting rubbish, Oliver, don'-"

"Katie was worried that you were going to hurt her because you came home smelling of alcohol last night and you know what happened with Katie's mum and dad, when he used to hit her, don't you?"

"Yeah… but Katie… you know I'm not like that." He looks at me, clearly very hurt, "I can't believe… Katie I love you so much… I could never hurt you." he says it so sincerely, curling his arms around me again, hugging me so tight. "I love you Katie. I'll not do it again." He smiles, "I promise you. I'll never, ever drink late again."

"W-well… you don't have to give up on your friends… and I mean-"

"Katie, I don't want you to be scared… I don't want to-"

"Oliver, I overreacted…" I find the words slip through my lips before my brain can organise them. "It was just a bit too much… I mean I know you've done it so many times before… but…" I sigh and he knows exactly what I mean.

"Never when I've been with you." He nods, "I see…" A small pause, "it's the protective thing, isn't it?" He smiles and pulls me against him again. I can feel his fists clenching into my t-shirt, holding onto me tight, "Katie… you know I would never hurt you, don't you?" He murmurs into my ear. I nod and he relaxes.

"I know Oliver… but I was scared." he nods and smiles.

"Good. We alright now?"

-Oliver-

She half nods, I gently touch her cheek and she leans back, over to my drawer. Shit!

"Wh-what's this?" She breathes in, still shaky after the tears.

"A ring." No bloody duh, Sherlock-fucking-Wood.

"Why have you… got it, though?" Don't go there, Oliver, stop! Don't say a word!

"For y-" Abort, stop, halt, NEIN!! "For you."

Fuck!

"But… for m-why?"

"Katie… I-I don't know… I just…"

"What?! Oliver, you must know!" Her voice is rising, "You bought it! C'mon, there's a reason, you can tell me if it's for me!"

"I can't Katie," I retort, sudden anger forcing my voice to rise, "I don'-"

"Alright! That's enough! There's a pregnant woman in the room, and stress is bad for the baby!" We both look at Angelina, she's looking totally furious.

"Ange? Kat? Is everything alri-" George bowls in, happy as… well, a happy thing, and Angelina looks at him. He notices me, "Hey Ol', you alright? You look a little stressed." I open my mouth to retort.

"Enough!" Angelina shouts. All three of us look at her. "Calm now?"

"Yeah."

"Mmm." Katie says sullenly.

"What?" George looks at her, confused; she shakes her head, "Right."

"Katie…" I look at her as Angelina speaks, "I think you and Oliver should have a talk, alright?"

"Yeah," Her voice is barely audible. Angelina has always had this power over her - she is a year older than her, but it sometimes seems more like twenty. "We'll see you next week then?" Angelina nods and takes George by the hand.

As they leave, I see him look at Katie, pity in his eyes.

"Katie?" I whisper as she pulls away from me, the door closing in the hallway. "Katie… I got you some flowers."

"What?" She looks up at me, still curled up on the bed. I summon the bunch of red roses to me and hand them to her.

"I got them to apologise." Her anger dissipates immediately. Women are weird.

"Oliver… you didn't need to!" she clambers across the covers and hugs me around the waist. Her cheek is pressed against my stomach, and awkwardly, I put my arm around her and stroke her hair. She turns her head and slowly slides her hand up my T-shirt. I can feel her grinning into my T-shirt, she nuzzles against me and I have to jump back. "Oliver?" her face goes pink as she realises her mistake. "I-I'm sorry!"

"It's alright…" I murmur, stepping back to her and taking a deep breath.

"What is it?"

"I'm…I-I think I need to…" I stop and look away from her. "They need to know, Katie."

"Who?" She's as confused as I am. I don't want to do it.

"The-the media."

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A/N: Uber sorry! I am so sorry for being mean and not updating…

But it was good? Maybe?!

Hope you had a happy Halloween!

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