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"Worried me," I whisper as Angelina takes Ginny home and disappears for the day, "Thought it was you hurt."

"Not me." She laughs, "Not this close to our wedding."

-x-

I wake up with her in my arms, her hair strewn across her face, across the pillow.

"Morning, handsome," She murmurs as she notices my eyes are open, "sleep well?"

"Yeah, did you?" She nods, and then clutches her head.

"Headache to end all headaches though." I kiss her cheek, "I feel a little better."

"Good." I kiss her on the lips, she smiles widely.

"I feel a lot better." She laughs and hugs me, pulls me close, then rolls away, to her feet. "Come on, lazy. Get up."

"Sorry?"

"It's almost five." She says softly, "You'll be late." I laugh.

"For what?"

"Well, it is your stag night." She smiles and kisses me. "And I'm going to stay in bed." Laughter floats through the room. Katie looks up at the clock on the wall and sighs, fanning herself with her hand. "Hot, isn't it?" and she collapses back on the bed, laughing.

"Kind of warm," I smile, "You want me to open a window?"

"Nah, I think George will be here soon," She smiles, "I'd best get up, eh?"

"Yeah." I pause, "How did I manage to stay asleep until about half past four?" I check the time by glancing up at the clock. She laughs and shrugs, "Well, you're helpful!" She giggles back, pulls me into a kiss and rubs my back gently as her fingers trail up my back and into my hair.

"I try." She smiles and pulls my lips down to hers again.

-George-

I'm sitting up at the bar, laughing my head off with Eoin Malan. The world's weird, I'll grant you that.

"So she says, 'Yeah, like that'll ever happen,' and sets his trousers on fire." we burst out laughing and Oliver staggers over to talk to us.

"Alright lads?" He yells over the music, eyes bloodshot, alcohol on his breath.

"Katie's gonna kill you!" I yell back, "Been drinking!"

"She gave me permission!" He replies, "Oh. Merlin, I'm getting married in eight days!" He yelps, suddenly looking shaken. "Fuuuuuuuck!" He sits down and puts his head in his hands. I'd forgotten he was an unhappy drunk.

"It's alright, mate!" Eoin grips his shoulder consolingly, "It's cool. You'll have George, and me, and everyone there!"

"Fuuuuuuuck!" He roars again, and Eoin laughs.

"You're gonna be like this when you get on the England team!" he laughs, but Oliver looks up at him. "What?" Eoin looks confused.

"I'm on the team!" He shouts back. "From next year." Eoin's eyes light up.

"You'll be with me?" He roars back, and I feel so excluded as they laugh together. There's a pause and Oliver looks at me.

"George'll be with us too!" I look up, "My right hand man." A pause, "My best man!" he laughs aloud and smiles at me, ruffles my hair in a jovial way and laughs again. "My best mate." He winks and laughs. And I have this awful pang of guilt in my stomach as I watch him.

I can't let him know I still feel… stuff for Katie. It's not… a deep and profound feeling of incredible attraction, because that is what I feel for Ange. But there's a spark there, between me and Katie, and it's the thing that never went away. That thing that returns every time I look at her. I won't act on it. I won't… I hope. I sigh as I think about it and Oliver looks at me.

"You a'right?" he half-coughs midway through his sentence.

"Yeah, bit of a headache!" laughing, he shakes his head, "Come on - we've got some other places to visit!" I yell again, my voice starting to hurt.

"What?!" He yelps back.

"We've got some more places to go!" There is a loud bark of laughter and we turn to see the other lads - most of Puddlemere's Quidditch team, Danny Threllfall, Lee Jordan and some of the other lads from Hogwarts, dancing around the edge of the dance floor, congaing loudly and rowdily. The muggle revellers are watching them warily as the stag-night-train passes them.

I grab Finn Green's arm as they come past.

"Come on mate, we've got places to do, people to see!" He laughs but follows us happily.

-Katie-

I wake up as somebody bangs on our door.

"Fuck off," I groan, never having been one to wake up happily, "Leave me alone." I roll over and close my eyes.

The banging resumes and I groan.

"I'm coming. If that's you, Ollie, I'm going to break your-" I open the door and find George Weasley, Eoin Malan and Daniel Threllfall on my doorstep. Would have been the perfect time to swoon, two years ago, especially because Oliver Wood is between them.

Wait. Oliver?

"Oliver?" I half rush forward, then decide to get them in. It is December, after all. They rush him upstairs and lay him on the spare bed. "Holy mother of…" I look up at them, George, Danny and Eoin. "What in the name of…"

"Katie?" Oliver groans my name thickly, I wait for him to speak, he says nothing, seems to fall unconscious. I turn back to the boys.

"What the fuck happened?" I supply when the silence becomes too much.

"Drunken bloke. Said Oliver 'looked at him funny'" Eoin shakes his head, unimpressed, "Bloody muggles." a sigh from the bed and the four of us wheel around to look at Oliver. He's in a right state. Right.

"Right!" I say, my voice cracking, squeaking out of my throat. "Right, Danny, Tea, please, milk, two sugars." He looks at me, confused. "Just do it. George, you go wash your hands. Eoin… go and get me some blankets." He nods, and Danny takes the stairs two at a time.

George returns, looking down at me, where I'm leaning over Oliver.

"Run your hands up his sides… over his ribs," I put his hands on me to show him where, "Anything feels out of place, let me know." I drop my hands, his remain against my body for a second too long. His eyes are smouldering, staring at me. I take a step back and lean over Oliver, busying myself with his split lip, with the blood covering his chin, his shoulder is half out of its socket, I fix that, slide my hands over his arms, feeling for anything out of place, anything weird…

His hand touches mine and I look up. George's green eyes lock with mine, and my breath hitches in my throat. Feeling the blush in my face, I busy myself with Oliver again.

"Were his ribs OK?" I ask without looking up.

"I think so. There was something, but I'm not sure if it was…" I look up at him, he does look concerned.

"George?" I say softly. "What was weird? Show me." I put my hand on Oliver's chest, George closes his grip over mine, guides me to wherever the weirdness is. Oliver's soft, unconscious breathing returns me to the present, ensures I remember where I am. Even so, there's something weirdly sensual about… this.

"There." He whispers into my ear, "That… dip, there." I run my thumb over it. It's his fourth rib, it feels… odd… like there's a chip in the bone.

"It's alright," I feel down the other side of his ribcage, "I can fix it." A small pause. I wave my wand and feel the crack in his bone disappear.

Eoin has blankets. As I turn around, he thrusts them into my hands, smiles at me and watches nervously as I prop Oliver's head up, tuck the blankets around him and make him generally comfortable.

"Now," I look up at the pair of then, determined not to look at George, fixing my eyes firmly on Eoin's, "I wonder how Danny's doing with our kettle?"

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A/N: I kind of feel Evil…

She's not stupid. She knows who she loves, but she's not afraid of sparks.

She won't leave Oliver… Right?

And LOL… I find it funny.

And this one was a long one!! *Is proud*

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