A/N: Sorry about the wait, fanfiction.net wasn't letting g my even sign in for about a week! How mean. In the Goblet of Fire, didn't Angelina put her name in? Oh well. Hope you like. BTW, I am not JK. (queen) Rowling. Duhhhh.

3:58 and 58 seconds. Should I keep my hair up? 3:59 and 5 seconds. No, I'm taking it down. 3:59 and 10 seconds. How about half up half down? Ok, that's good. 3:59 and 25 seconds. Should I twist it under and make it look cuter? Yeah, fine. 3:59 and 40 seconds. Combing through my hair with my hands frantically! 3:59 and 50 seconds. Have the necklace on? Yup. Good. 3:59 and 55 seconds. Smoothing my jacket down standing up straight and poised. 4:00.

4:00, and Oliver isn't here. Damn, I think he stood me up! Maybe he's on the west side of Leagarth Lane? I walked with my arms crossed, squinting through the blindingly white snow. I started fingering the necklace while I was walking, keeping my eyes out for him.

I passed several muggle's in muggle jackets and scarves, but no one standing out in a long black cloak.

I walked up the east side of the Lane, but there was no Oliver there either.

Maybe he was too late for the Portkey? Afterall, I'm sure he wouldn't mean to stand me up, right? Right?!

I sighed. It didn't look like he was going to show up. I started sauntering out of the middle of town, kicking bits of ice. Only a gormless oik would stand me up.

I walked home lazily and alone. I stomped up the front stairs and opened the door into the foyer, where I took off my boots and my jacket and put them in the closet. I heard Danton laughing in the lounge. I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on for some hot water. I could hear muffled speaking and Danton's laughing. But some other people were laughing with him. One was so blatently Lynnea, but the other one also sounded familiar.

The kettle started whistling and I poured myself some hot water into a mug. I squirted some lemon juice into the hot water and decided to see who our company was.

I walked in and Danton looked up. "Here she is now!"

And the brown haired boy sitting on the couch turned around. "Hi, Kates!"

"Oliver! I was looking for you!" I said exasperatedly.

"Well, I couldn't find you either, so I just decided to go to your house," he explained. I was surprised that he actually remembered where my house was.

"You remembered?" I asked.

"Well no," he said. "I owled Alicia."

Well, the thrill is gone. "Oh, that's nice," I said. I sat next to Danton on the couch and daintily sipped my water.

Danton gave me a sly look and a quick wink and continued the conversation he was having. "Has McGonagall taken her hair out of that bun yet, Oliver?"

"Ha! No! I think it's stuck that way," Oliver laughed.

" Ha! Seems that nothing has changed. Been doing much on your holiday?" asked Danton.

Oliver shrugged. "Oh you know, been out and about."

I laughed. It sounded like he said "oot and aboot." Oliver glanced up at me and gave me his winning smile.

"Went to a Canon's game, eh?" Danton asked.

"Yeah, they are tough to beat!" Oliver exclaimed, as I sipped on the water.

"Ace," said Danton, and stood up. "Off to see Jane now."

The name sounded unfamiliar to me. "Jane who?"

"Jane No-name, now that's who," Danton answered defensively.

I waved it off. "Have fun, clever clogs."

"I would call you something back along the lines of wally, wazzoc or thick as sshhh.. , but the Duck's around," he said pointing to Lynnea. Oliver was laughing shortly.

"Clear off, you randy slapper," I said.

"Right, on your bike. We'll talk more later, Oliver. That is, if you survive your visit with Katie."

"Belt up, dip stick," I muttered.

"That won't be a problem," said Oliver. "I'll be fine."

"Oh? In that case..." said Danton. "Nah, nevermind. Don't want to embarrass you lot."

Oliver rubbed the back of his neck. "I know what you're thinking."

But I didn't know what he was thinking.

"Well have 'fun'. Bye Oliver, Katie, Duck," he said and patted Lynnea on the head.

"Bye," we said.

"Why does he always call me Duck?" Lynnea asked.

Soon Lynnea left to watch the Beeb upstairs and Oliver had taken off his (muggle) jacket. That may have been the reason I didn't see him outside. When we came back from putting his jacket in the closet, he sat next to me on the couch.

"I see you're wearing it," he said softly.

I nodded. "But you didn't have to get me it. Seriously."

He shrugged. "I wanted to."

I shook my head. "Hey, I'm not complaining," I said smiling.

A peice of brown hair fell into my face when I stopped shaking my head. Oliver reached over and gently brushed it off of my face and tucked it behind my ear. It tickled slightly and I smiled biting my lip, looking up into his deep brown eyes.

He also bit his lip. It was short but rather awkward moment. Then we both laughed about it.

"I know your not sorry, but can I ask why?" he said.

"Why what?"

"You kissed me at King's Cross."

I smiled and shook my head. "Well why not?"

"Nothing."

"What?"

"I don't know."

"Ok..." I said slowly.

"Well it's just that I mean....I don't know."

"Spit it out Oliver," I said impaciently moving at bit closer to him.

"I mean last time I kissed you, you didn't want me too...and then. You kissed me."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess I wanted to."

Oliver smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. It seemed to me he always did that when he was nervous. Then he frowned a bit. "What are we, Katie?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Are we each other's bit on the side?"

"What?"

"Friends with benefits?"

"No..."

"Well what then?"

I was looking for an answer. "Fine. Look Oliver. Let's take things slowly. Alright?"

"Do you mean....?"

I nodded.

"So now your my girl?" He asked a smile creeping on to his face.

I shrugged and smirked, trying to be nonchalant about it. "Guess so."

He grabbed me and wrapped me in a rough bear hug. "Yay!" he said.

I laughed, still being hugged. "Yay?"

"Hurray!"

"Hurray?"

"Hurrah!"

I pushed my self off of him. "I get it! Point taken!" I laughed.

"Are you sure?"

I looked up into his eyes, cocked my head and pursed my lips. "Sure," I said simply.

"Do you want to tell people yet?" He asked.

I shrugged. "No, not just yet. I mean, it just kind of happened didn't it?"

"Yeah. Ok," he said. "We'll give it some time."

"Thanks."

"At least we've made progress."

I sighed and nodded. "Right."

"Come 'ere," he said and gently guided my head to his chest. I didn't fight. Instead I let my head rest on him.

When he talked I heard his sound resonate deeply in his chest along with the constant sound of his heart beating. He was very comforting. He picked up my chin and kissed me and I crawled on top of him like I was climbing a mountain and returned the kiss.

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hoped you liked. It was about time right? Drop me a review if you think I should do a sequel from Olivers POV..but this is not the last chapter.