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If the kiss was anything at all it was just fun. I was laughing through it and it wasn't continuous since i had to gasp for air whenever i needed to laugh. So I suppose it was many little kisses.

Suddenly I was on the floor. I must have fallen off or Oliver pushed me off. All I knew was that I was on the floor next to the couch, and I shouldn't have been there.

I was on my back and I propped myself up on my elbows. I looked up at Oliver, who seemed to be panicked. "What the hell, Oliver!"

"Sorry, I thought I was getting a ..." Oliver stopped abruptly.

"Getting a what?" I asked sitting up and crossing my legs.

"Nothing," he said and looked toward the door, and I could see a pinkness in his cheeks. Then he looked back at me and I noticed a softness in his eyes again, and something else that reminded me of fire.

"You don't shove me off a couch for nothing, now tell me what it is!" I demanded, scowling at him. He gave me a very short smirk and took a deep breath.

"Well..." he started, looking me straight in the eyes, and the fire grew in his pupils.

"I'm listening," I whispered a bit harshly, now leaning onto the couch with my arms. I rested my chin on my arms and looked up to Oliver intently.

"You...You do things-," He started but was interrupted by little footsteps coming down the staircase in the foyer, followed by larger footsteps.

Mum and Dad and Lynnea came into the room. "Why are you on the floor, Kitty?" asked Lynnea.

"I don't like the couch," I said simply. There was no way I was going to say "I was on top of Oliver and he pushed me off for reasons unknown, and now I am on the floor."

"Hello Oliver" said Dad, smiling.

"How are you, Mr. Bell?" asked Oliver, as if he weren't just going to give me the (good) excuse he had for shoving me on to the ground.

"Fine, thanks. Staying for dinner, are you?" Dad asked. I wasn't so sure if that was a good idea.

"Erm..." he said and looked at me like he was asking permission. I shrugged and he looked back up to Dad. "Sure, thanks."

"Very well!" Mum exclaimed. "I'll set another place."

Mum and Dad walked into the kitchen, but Lynnea stayed with Oliver and I.

"I hope thats Okay," said Oliver looking down at me.

"Sure, fine," I said, shrugging.

He nodded and was silent.

"So," I whispered. "Why did you shove me off?"

"Duck," he said.

I frowned. "Duck?"

"Duck!" he said again. I turned around and Lynnea was sitting on the chair behind me.

"My name isn't Duck!" she called.

"Oh, I thought it was," Oliver played.

She stuck out her tongue at him and hopped off the couch. "I'm leaving!"

She left and Oliver and I were alone again. "Tell me," I said.

He looked at the cieling, thinking. (A/N: remember in movie one where he's talking to Harry and says "Before the other team's seeker"? The face he makes right before he says that? That's what this is supposed to look like. lol) "You do things-"

I cut him off. "To who?"

He sighed and cocked his head to the side. "To me."

"What? I don't get it,"

"Let me finish?" he said.

"Sorry."

He scoffed and looked at me, almost in a daze. "You do things to me..."

"Good things?" I asked.

"Not really...I guess that can be disputed," he went on.

"What THINGS?" I asked.

"Kind of hard to explain..." he said.

"Tell me," I demanded.

"I don't want to freak you out," he said.

"Stop making such a big deal out of it and tell me," I said.

"Stiffy", he said.

I let out one big laugh. "Ha!"

He turned pinker and then scowled at me. "I don't think it's funny."

I wiped the smile off my face. "Your right. It's not."

He was still scowling.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's not a good thing, rather embarrassing."

I gave him a fake hurt look and then tried smiling cutely at him. Thankfully, he stopped frowning and his expression softened.

"It's not your fault," he said. "Your just so..."

What was with all the interuptions? Mum walked in and announced dinner. Which for me was very boring. Oliver sat in Dantons seat, because he wasn't back yet, which was across from me and too far across the table to touch feet underneathe it. Oliver and Dad talked about Quidditch while Mum rushed around helping everyone to get seconds and Lynnea was asking me stupid questions like "Why is the sky blue?"

"It's bewitched that way," I lied to her, but the answer was good enough for her.

Stiffy, I thought. It reminded me of cold showers and the close call a while back. Maybe I was being a pervert but I think I started liking the idea that I could do that to him.

I looked up to Oliver who took his attention away from Dad for few seconds to smile at me. A little evil thought crept into my head. 'I own you, Oliver Wood.'

"Well!" Mum exclaimed from the window where all you could see was pure white, shaking me from my thoughts. "It doesn't look like this storm is going to let up."

She came and took a seat at the table.

"What does that mean?" asked my Dad, chewing on his steak.

"Well, if Oliver is going home by portkey, I don't see how he is going to be able to find it in all this. He's an underage wizard who isn't allowed to use his wand outside of school, which also means that he isn't allowed to apparate," Mum went on.

"So what are you suggesting?" Dad asked, taking another bite.

"He'll stay here. He can spend the night in Danton's room."

If I had been eating anything or drinking anything I may have spitted it right into Mum's face. Instead, I gave up on eating and put my fork down and folded my hands in my lap, all in one rapid, clumsy motion.

I looked up at Oliver who shrugged and raised his eyebrows at me.

I couldn't eat now. How in inkubus's name am I going to sleep tonight?

Dad contacted Mr. Wood through the fire place and told him that he would be safe with us. That it was settled.

Oliver was tense about sleeping with me, too. Wait, not sleeping WITH me. I mean at my house. He seemed very careful not to sit next to me the rest of the night, when my family and I watched a movie on our VHS called "Truly, Madly, Deeply" starring a man that looked and sounded unnervingly like Professor Snape.

When it was time for a movie kiss, I covered Lynnie's eyes with my hand. I also caught Oliver's with my own and smiled shortly. The characters were still kissing and Oliver and I kept glancing back up at each other.

When the movie ended Lynnea was sleeping and Mum and Dad went to put her up. When ther left, Oliver was still sitting on the other side of the room.

I tried acting as distant to Oliver as I felt he was to me. I didn't look at him, rather just stared at a blank Television.

"All right, Kates?" Oliver asked finally.

I looked up, still trying to act distant. I just grinned and stood up. I walked into the kitchen and stood there. There wasn't anything that I wanted in the refrigerator, but I waited to see if Oliver would follow me.

Which he did.

"Where's my room?" he asked. How sweet.

I motioned for him to follow me upstairs. I opened Danton's door, and kept walking to my room. He frowned slighty at my disconcern, and I was glad about that.

I closed my door, and changed into baggy jimjam pants and a t-shirt that was a little to low and tight to wear out in public.

Just as I was taking off the broom charm there was a knocking at my door.

I opened it and there stood a very shirtless Oliver. I looked at my feet to make sure I was still standing up. I tried and tried to look up into his face, but I so wanted to check him out!

This was not the first time I had seen him with out a shirt. He walked around shirtless in the locker room after practices alot. But I had only just learned to appreciate it.

I cleared my suddenly dry throat. "Y-yes?"

He grinned at me and reached out to my arm. "I just wanted to say goodnight."

Oh, right, that. "Goodnight Oliver," I said, still trying to look up to his eyes.

He squeezed my hand and leaned in and gave me a sweet little kiss. "Goodnight, Kates," He said.

He started walking away but I wanted him to hug me against his bare chest. "What, no hug?" I called.

He turned around and gave me a cautious look.

I joked, "Afraid of what might happen if you hug me?"

"Ha. Ha," he said. "That's not fair."

I threw my hands up in surrender. "Hey, you said it wasn't my fault."

He smiled and cocked his head to one side. "It isn't."

I bit my lip waiting to be held in his bare arms.

He took a step closer to me and took both of my wrists. He placed my arms around his neck, and I let my head rest on his bare shoulder.

We let go and we said goodnight again, and I walked him walk back to Danton's room. I smiled at his very nicely shaped back and shoulder muscles.

I closed my door and hopped into bed. Hours passed and I couldn't sleep.

Maybe I would just check on Oliver to see if he was OK... I got out of bed and snuck around the corner and opened the door, hoping it wouldn't creek.

It looked like Oliver was sleeping, and as much as I wanted to snuggle with him, it would be rude to wake him up.

I started closing the door again, but I heard "Kates?" from the inside.

I clumsily opened the door again to see Oliver (still shirtless) sitting up in the bed. "Yeah?" I asked.

"Come 'ere," he whispered and I cautiously proceded to the bed.

"What?" I said, rather harshley.

"I'm cold," he said scowling like a little boy at me.

I reached out and poked him on his (bare) chest, like I had done that day in the locker room. He looked down at my finger and then up at me.

To tell you the truth, I really didn't know what I was doing, but I slowly drew my finger down his chest ,right down his abdominal muscles, to just above his belly button.

"Umm," Oliver began to say, startled, and I slowly pulled my finger back. I crossed my arms.

I gave him a nonchalant look, trying to convey, "Duh!" to him. "Put a shirt on," I said blankly.

He closed his eyes and grimaced. "That would help, wouldn't it?"

I shrugged. "You could try..." I said as I headed to the door.

"No goodnight kiss? Or goodmorning? or whatever time it is..." he asked.

I turned around once more to see (still shirtless) Oliver rubbing with one hand his abs where my finger had been. I let my eyes linger in the area for a moment before looking up at him again. I gave him the same "duh" look. "I'm not going to kiss you in my BROTHER'S room!" I said disgusted.

"But it's MY room tonight," he said.

I grimaced. "Then you would be my brother, and I don't kiss him. Especially not in his room," I said matter-of-factly. "Goodnight, Oliver."

"Good morning, Kates," he said scratching his head, grinning.

"Right," I muttered and walked back to my room.

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