A/N: Hey, I think I've had a lull in my reviews OH NO! Anyway, I'm sure, so sure that this chapter is going to piss off a lot of my reviewers.but bear with me. Even if you HATE this chapter could you please flame the hell out of it? LOL

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I sat next to Oliver at the table when we got to breakfast. Fred and George were flicking cereal at Angelina.

I sat down and Fred asked, "Well? Are you coming to Hogsmeade today?"

Oliver started, "Oh, that's right! It's the weekend before winter break!"

I had forgotten too, but I remembered I needed to shop for my mother and sister. I already had my Dad's gift. So I nodded, "Yeah, I'm going, I guess."

"Me too!" said Oliver. Then he added, "I need to buy some new Quidditch gloves."

Just then, I remembered that I had left my Gryffindor yellow and scarlet gloves (not Quidditch) in the locker room. I had left them there after the Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw match. "Oh! That reminds me! I need to get my Gryffindor gloves!"

"Where are they?" Oliver asked.

"Locker room, I'll only be a minute..." I said as I got up from the table. To my surprise, when I was leaving the Hall, Oliver was walking with me. "You didn't need to come."

He shrugged and said, "I thought you could use my help."

That was nice and all, but I hardly believed that's why he was following me. "Thanks, Ollie."

"Ugh. Please don't call me that. I told you BAD memories..." he shuddered.

I had to laugh.

He pushed open the locker room door for me and I walked in. As I opened my locker, he leaned up against the locker next to mine. I quickly found my gloves. "See? I told you I'd only be a second."

He blocked the doorway, by putting out his foot. "Actually," he started. "I wanted to talk to you."

I smirked, because I knew he had an alterior motive. "OK, Oliver, what is it?"

"You seem to have forgotten that I kissed you this morning?" he said, slyly.

I laughed and patted his shoulder, "No, I haven't forgotten..."

"OK, well can we talk about it then?"

"What is there to talk about?" I asked, shrugging.

"You said, that if I had done that a while ago, that I would have saved us a lot of frustration."

I laughed uneasily, "Oh, that."

"Yeah, that," he said. "What did you mean?"

I could feel a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, as I leaned up against the lockers, next to him. "It means," I said. "that I liked it. I guess."

And I did. I know that when you get kissed in books and such that it is supposedly amazing and you're supposed to see fireworks, but the truth is that doesn't always happen. Thinking back on it, it probably was one of my favorite moments, of all time. When Oliver kissed me.

He smiled. "I'm glad," he said. "Because so did I."

Next thing I knew, he was kissing me again. Without any warning, he pushed me up against the lockers but, I didn't try to stop him.

I'm not usually a fan of this. But I had to admit, this wasn't so bad. I know that the girl is supposed to shiver or shudder, but I had to suppress it.

Then the painfully true, became painfully obvious. He hadn't even asked me to be his girlfriend. So, then, why was he kissing me? "Oliver..." I murmured.

"Yeah?" he murmured back.

"Geroff," I said.

"Uh?" he murmured again.

"Geroff me!" I said more firmly, moving my mouth away from him. My lips tugged against his.

He backed off. He looked stunned. "What? Why did you stop me?" he asked, his stunned look, turning into a grin.

"Oliver, we can't do this..."

".Why not?"

"We....I'm not even your girlfriend!" I said dejectedly.

He gave me a sly look, and took my hands in his larger ones. "Then why don't we do something about that?"

My insides groaned. I pulled my hands out of his and dodged around him. "I can't be your girlfriend, Oliver."

He looked bamboozled. "How come?"

All I did was shake my head.

"Is there someone else?"

I shook my head again. "No. It's only you, Oliver. There's no one else..."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Forgive me, Kates, but I don't understand. I really like you, and I thought you did, too..."

I shook my head and said almost painfully, "I do like you, Oliver! I do, OK? I like you."

His face lit up. "Finally!...why won't you be my girlfriend?"

You're probably wondering why I am turning down gorgeous, adorable, sweet, thoughtful Oliver, who has a crush on little me, boring Katie Bell. Why not milk it for all that's worth?

The truth is...I know that I might fall in love with him. As far as I'm concerned it was inevitable. Then, he, being the charming fellow that he is, would find some gorgeous, smart, funny and perfect girl. He wouldn't want to be with me anymore. It would break my heart.

I didn't want a broken heart.

"I don't trust myself," I said simply.

He was trying so hard to understand. His solemn face and the warmness of his eyes nearly broke my heart, alone.

It was like someone taught him to speak with his eyes. He was telling me that he wouldn't hurt me, and I wanted to believe him so badly. But, me being me, I would mess it up somehow.

"I trust you," he said, taking a step closer to me.
 

"Look, Oliver. You aren't making this any easier. I don't want to hurt you."

He frowned. "How can it not just a little? Can you answer me that? It does!"

I sighed. "Let's just stay friends for now, ok? Promise?"

He looked at me again like I was crazy. "OK.... If you promise not to ignore me and not let it get awkward."

"Promise..." I said.

"Fine," he nodded.

I smiled feebly. "Friends?"

I stuck my hand out and he shook it, "Friends."

He opened the door into the hall and we walked in silence.

We got all the way to the common room with out saying a word to him. Then I wondered if I had just made a mistake.

He grinned slightly as he waved to me and disappeared into his dormitory.

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