A/N: In this one, things start to I dunno.give hints. Anyway enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter! Naught! Lol no I don't. just Katie's attitude.



I didn't always feel this way towards Oliver. When I first met him, he was an akward little boy. He was short and skinny, and his Gryffindor tie made him look really very goofy. He was shy. But when he did talk to me, he was extremely friendly.

One thing was an absolute. The boy could fly. I remember our first flying lesson. He was standing next to me in a row of students. As soon as he said "Up!" his broom was in his hand. I think that was the first time I was a little wee-bit jealous. I was yelling so hard for my broom to come up. Then it finally did. When Oliver was flying on his broom, he seemed like he was born to do it. It was just EASY for him. I had to practice flying for weeks to be as good as he was on his very first day! It just didn't seem fair.

When we both got on to the team in our second year, I felt equal to him. He never tried to be superior, he was just born perfect.

He *is* perfect. I really hate to admit this, but he is beautiful. That awkward little boy went away and in his place was this man. He had so many girls fawning over him. It was just sickening. I promised myself I would not be one of those giddy school girls that shreiked as he came down the hall.

I guess when he changed is when I started to have these feelings for him. Yes, I have feelings for him, but I never said good ones. When we were young we were absolutely corking teammates. When he changed, he was set even higher above me. I felt like the same awkward little girl. He could have any girl he wanted (except me, of course) and noone wanted me. Not one. Except for Marcus Flint, but he hardly qualifies as human.

Sometimes, I don't really know. I think I felt let down by Oliver. Growing up without me, or something. We barely talked anymore. It's just like him to ignore me, but talk to me only when it benefits him! It's like I'm being used. I liked him when we were younger. When we were all so care-free.

I guess that him sitting there, looking like the little boy I used to know struck home. That's why I went and sat down across from him.

He looked up at me and smiled. The one that makes me uncomfortable. He closed up his Quidditch Practice Journal and put it into his bag. Then he just sat there and looked at me, raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. I smiled, not because he was smiling at me, which he was, but he looked like a lost dog. To me, that was pretty funny.

"Katie."

"Wood."

" That was some practice today, uh?" he asked. Maybe he was trying to get me pissed off.

"Yeah, really just spiffing..." I muttered. He looked at me all confused.

"It was just a practice, Kate. Don't worry about it." he said with a nod. Awww, he's being nice again. Go figure.

"Yeah. Right, Wood. Sure, just a practice....." I said lazily looking at my still bare feet.

"Is there something bothering you?" he asked. For a second I wanted to tell him something interesting about some dramatic past, that didn't exist.

"Well, your sharp, aren't you?" I said in a scathing tone. "But, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't understand." I crossed my arms.

He just gave me this meaningful look, like he was hurt or didn't understand something. "......Cause you know you can tell me..." He almost whipsered.

Why did he have to be so nice? I uncrossed my arms and wrinkled my nose a bit. "That's nice of you, thanks......I guess..." I answered in the same tone as him. It was like we were being all mushy and it made feel uncomfortable. He was supposed to save this for Alisa. It was like he was crossing her. But he wasn't, of course. Perfect him, we were just talking.

He leaned back and put his head against the locker behind him, still looking at me and said "Anytime." Then he wrinkled his nose just like I did. He then added as an afterthought "Seriously."

I stood up suddenly. I felt like we were doing something immoral, when we weren't doing anything. I was just confused. I was a little angry at Oliver for some reason. And I was worried. About what, I didn't know.

"Well, I'm going to go back up to the tower now..." I said in a flash, and backed up slowly. He looked at me like I had gone bonkers, and stood up, too.

"Yeah, me too. Uh...wait for me." He said and turned around to get his duffle. I felt something like nervous about walking with him. I couldn't understand why.

I was relieved when the Oliver I know and hate came back into view, talking about Quidditch techniques. Is that all he could think of? Geeze.

When I was about to go up to the girls dorms he called after me. "'Night, Kates..."

Kates?

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Shorter I know.but I wanted to right about this anyhow. I like this, it's too much fun to let go!

Hope you enjoy. Reviews are appreciated!

Night!/Morning!