AN: This story is going to be when Oliver is in his 7th year and Katie her 5th. So basically the 3rd book. I'm sure my figures are right aren't they?? Lol. So yeah 3rd book.

Chapter 1 – The Locker Room

I quickly shoved my sweat drenched Quidditch robes into my bag. I was already late for dinner and if I didn't hurry I'd miss it all together. I sat down on the bench and did up my shoelaces. Quidditch practice was the worst when it ran late and tonight's practice had turned from bad to horrible. Fred and George had proceeded to joke around and do imitations of Oliver falling off his broom during our last Quidditch match. Oliver who had turned up late to practice had discovered this and it had then proceeded to put him in a foul mood and make us train extra hard and run laps afterwards. Run! No one has ever resorted to that before. I heard the last shower stop running and Oliver step out. He was always the last to leave after practice and I usually waited for him, as we would walk back up to the castle together and hang out with Michelle afterwards. I heard the violent slam of the stall door and the heavy footsteps of Oliver's painful feet. I feared the worst. We had had many a blue when he was in a mood like this. He swarmed into view half dressed, wearing boxer shorts and a towel slung around his shoulders.

"I thought you had already gone." He said lightly, surprising me with his cheerful mood.

I studied him trying to decipher if he was in a good mood or just putting on an act. From the sparkle in his eye I could tell that he was in a good mood. That had certainly surprised me a hell of a lot. I smiled and leant back on the wall behind me, letting my blonde hair fall over my shoulder.

"I thought you'd shower a little quicker." I said cheekily raising my eyebrow.

Oliver laughed and walked towards his locker opening it with his wand that had been sitting on the bench.

"Smart ass." He said grinning. "Well I had to scrub off all the sweat and grime of Quidditch practise for Michelle." He said pulling out a blue t-shirt and a pair of faun cargos.

I nodded. Arhh. Only two sentences and Michelle comes into the conversation. Don't get me wrong she's my best friend but she also happens to be madly in love with my crush and vice versa.

"Well what does that tell you?" I asked lifting my knees up under my chin.

Oliver shrugged and pulled on his cargos.

"I don't know. What?" he asked looking at me.

I smiled.

"That extra training sucks."

We both laughed.

"Yeah I guess so." He said putting on his shirt. "Well everyone cleared off pretty quick didn't they?"

I looked round at the empty locker room. In fact everyone knowing what a foul mood Oliver was supposed to be in, had gone up to the castle for tea in his or her Quidditch robes. I smiled.

"Yes well you were in a pretty bad mood after training so everyone thought it was a good idea to stay away for a while."

Oliver slammed his locker shut and placed his wand in his pocket.

"Me in a bad mood Kats?" he said eyebrows raised. "Nonsense!"

Kats was my nickname. Hardly anyone called me that besides Oliver and Alicia. I smiled.

"Yes very unusually for you to be in a bad mood Ollie?" I said cheekily.

He smiled and ran a hand through his hair.

"Very." He agreed.

I got up off the bench and grabbed my Quidditch bag. I leaned up against the lockers.

"Ready?" I asked.

Oliver shrugged.

"Almost." He said walking towards me and collecting his broom from the top of the locker directly behind me.

He hesitated as he leaned over. Our faces were very close together, being only 30 centimetres apart. I could smell his deodorant. And we both hesitated. Oliver sprang back to life and jumped a couple of steps away from me.

"Um…Katie.." he began.

I looked down at the ground. I had nearly broken the promise I had made myself when Michelle and Oliver got together. I had to stay away and just be friends. I nodded.

"We can't…" I said but was cut off by Oliver who pushed me back against the locker and kissed me.

I rose to his lips and he deepened the kiss. I dropped my bag on the ground and leaned forward hugging and kissing Oliver. After a couple of minutes, he pulled away.

"I..um…sorry that…um…shouldn't have happened." He stuttered touching his lips.

His grip on the broom tightened and he turned towards the door without hesitation.

"See you at Dinner." He said nervously running out of the locker room.

I slumped back against the lockers. What had I done! I had just kissed my best friends boyfriend! I was a terrible friend. My hand reached up and brushed my lips. We had kissed and he had fled. No doubt back to Michelle. I closed my eyes and slammed my head on the locker. Bugger, bugger, bugger…

*

The dinner that proceeded when I arrived back at the castle had to be the most difficult yet. Surprisingly when I arrived back dinner had only just begun and was being served. I took a seat across from Michelle and Oliver and between Alicia and Angelina.

"Where have you been?" Michelle asked taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.

Well what could I say? Snogging your boyfriend in the locker room?? That would certainly go down well. I shrugged.

"Cleaning myself up after practice." I said trying to catch Oliver's eye. "I decided to shower there."

Oliver continued to look down at his plate and Angelina and Alicia looked at me strangely. They were good friends with Michelle and I and we had shared a dorm for the past 5 years. Michelle shrugged of the answer and busied herself with Oliver.

"How was you day O?" she asked smiling sickly sweet.

O was her name for Oliver. She had to be different from everyone else. In Gryffindor he was as Oliver or Ollie. Not O, he hated that. Oliver forced as smile, unknown to Michelle.

"Good. Pretty good. What about your's Shell?"

She rubbed her eyes.

"Well ok. Honey remember last night I asked you to help me study for my history exam?"

Oliver nodded and looked her in the eye.

"When we're in the library?" he asked a smile playing upon his features.

I put my head down and continued eating. Michelle laughed mischievously.

"Yes well, you know how we didn't get around to it and my exam was today?" She said taking a bit from her bread roll.

Oliver nodded and Angelina emersed herself talking to Fred.

"Well I failed." She said dramatically.

Oliver and I caught each others eye and we silently laughed.

"I'm sure you didn't." I said comfortingly.

Michelle dropped her knife and fork and crossed her arms.

"Well I did." She said glaring at me.

Someone please remind me why I'm a friend with this girl! She gets on my nerves. Oliver wrapped an arm around her comforting.

"It doesn't matter Shell. History of Magic sucks anyway. I'm sure you'll make up for it in Charms." He said making her smile.

I shook my head unnoticed to Michelle. Alicia sniggered and elbowed me in the arm.

"What the hell's up with her?" she whispered to me.

I shrugged.

"God knows."

Alicia laughed and went back to her dinner. As did I. I finished my bread roll and casserole. Michelle was laughing and giggling at Oliver, who was telling her about the horrible Quidditch practice.  I rolled my eyes. Why did guys have to come between friends?

"I don't know what you see in that game, you lot." Michelle said looking around at Angelina, Alicia, Oliver and myself. "It's dirty, rough and it has stupid rules."

Oliver looked at Michelle horrified.

"Shell that's not nice." He said defending his game. "Quidditch is a fantastic sport! You just don't understand it."

I nodded.

"I agree with Oliver Michelle. Have you ever played Quidditch?" I asked eyebrows raised.

Michelle frowned.

"Well no, but I don't like the look of it." She said looking down and pushing her food round the plate.

Oliver caught my eye and hugged Michelle.

"It's ok Shell. Your much to pretty to mess yourself up anyway playing Quidditch anyway."

Michelle smiled again and placed her fork and knife on the plate.

"O what's say we get outta here huh? Go back to the common room?" She asked getting up.

I shook my head and looked down at my empty plate. This is torturing me. I wanted to know if the kiss meant anything. Oliver nodded.

"Sure." He said getting up and taking Michelle's hand as she lead him out.

When the last sight of them had gone Alicia leaned over.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked raising her eyebrow.

I smiled.

"About?"

She frowned.

"Oliver."

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