A/N: Some spicy stuff.but just slight. Oliver starts to fall. REVIEW!

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That red flash was so familiar.

"Oliver Wood?!"I called, surprised that he was out here.

As he looped around me he said, "If there was one thing that I could count on for always staying true, it would be you."

"Excuse me?" I asked. What was he getting at?

"Er......I mean you.....your love of Quidditch, and the fact that I know you'll always be like that, right?" He said, stopping in front of me, his broom slighty hovering up and down.

Confusion was welling up inside me again. He never failed to have me competely dumbfounded. "Oh! Oh....." I said. "Yeah, that....."

Then there was a short silence. I started biting my lip. He looped around me again, and broke the silence. "I thought I'd give everyone a break...before I really start cracking down on them," he explained. "But not you. I knew you'd be out here."

"You knew, uh? Yeah, well..." I couldn't really think of anything to say.

"Yeah.... You and I are a lot alike." he said. He had to be kidding me. We were nothing alike.

"I don't think so!" I snapped and he looked a little taken aback. "I mean...we're like opposites. Like...I dunno! You're a good student, and I'm not! You have all this natural talent and...well I don't. Truthfully, I don't really think that's fair. I have to work twice as hard as you, to be as good as you are."

I was trying hard not to use the word "perfect." I was also feeling frustrated about it, too.

"What! You're a really great chaser, Kates. You can't see that?" He asked me incredulously.

"No..." I said, descending to the ground. He called me Kates again. And I liked it.

"Trust me, I wouldn't let you stay on the team if I didn't think you were," He said with a reassuring laugh. Well, like Oliver, it was nice of him. But it was a different feeling to me. He seemed like he meant it, and didn't just say it because he had to.

"Why aren't you with Alisa?" I asked, eager to change the subject. I don't take flattery too well. "I mean no one's here, I thought you'd be hanging around with her?"

Oliver's eyebrows rose, and his jaw dropped slightly, which was wierd for him. "Uhh...well," he started. "We broke up today..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose-"

"No! It's O.K. Percy saw her with someone else, and he told me." he explained, seemingly unnerved. "Then I told her that I wasn't going to stand in her way of being with that dud, if she really wanted to be with him."

"So, it doesn't bother you much then?" I asked. This isn't what I expected. I thought he was going to be crying about it. But, he wasn't. He seemed to be accepting the whole bit.

"Nah, she wasn't what I needed right now," he said looking me straight in the eye, again, making me feel a little wierd. "Would have distracted me from the team, and the team is what's important to me."

"Oh, yeah...its our last year, Oliver. I want that Cup!"I said determinedly."I know you do."

"Merlin, you have no idea..." he answered. "So, tomorrow I give the Speech. Whadda ya think I should say, Kates? I really want to make them want it as much as we do."

"That's why your the Captain, oh great one," I said sarcastically. He smiled at this. I smiled back.

"C'm on, Bell!" He whined. "A little help here?"

"Oh no, sir. Captain knows best," I went on. A little sarcastic fun never hurts. I started walking towards the locker rooms, it was getting dark out.

Oliver followed me. "You're a funny kid, you know that?" He said just behind me.

"So they tell me." I answered not turning around. I was surprised that I was being pleasant to him and we were getting along.

"Kates..." he laughed.

As we walked into the locker room, I was calculating how many time's he'd called me Kates in the past half hour, in my head. Three times, a record.

Then he did it again, right into my ear as I was opening up my locker. "Kates?" he whispered, and I turned around quickly, startled. This put us in a very close position. When I turned around, I was right up against him. One of his hands was up against the locker next to mine. I was surrounded. His eyes seemed to be moving from my lips to my eyes, and back again. We stayed like this for a few seconds, until I broke our suspenseful silence.

"Yeah?" I asked, staring at his lips which were maybe an inch from my eyes. I looked up into his. I couldn't read them. They kind of looked scared. I felt a fleeting surge in my stomach. I've never experienced that before. Must be something I ate. That or nerves. Probably nerves, because I was sensing that he was going to tell me something...

But, he hesitated. "I ...er...nothing." he finally whispered and backed

away. Then he blushed, the first time I ever saw him do that. It was just so wierd. He wasn't as composed as he had always seemed. Less perfect, in a good way. If I haven't told you, I hate perfect.

"O.K..." was what I said. It seemed out of place to say "O.K"

I had no idea what just happened. No idea what to make of it. Picturing it in my head, I imagined it looked like various unpleasant encounters that I've had with Flint.

But it wasn't unpleasant. With Flint I was always squirming to get away. I was inexplicably disappointed when he (Oliver) had nothing to say, and when he stepped away...

He turned away from me and opened his locker with his head down. It was obvious he was avoiding eye contact with me. As I was going over the events of the past minute, I stood watching him, uncharacteristically clumsily, pack his duffle.

He finally looked at me, and said "See you tomorrow." But, he said it so fast that it sounded like "S'yada'raro." Then he rushed out of the room, and left me standing there. Real smooth, Kates. What have you done?

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