A/N: Katie's a crab, has a hard shell, but she's soft inside. Aww. Lol. Thinking about her future.
Alicia bustled into the dormitory and threw a load of books down on her bed.

"All my work is piling up! All thanks to your boyfriend who-"

"He's not my boyfriend."

"-is so - what did you just say?" she stopped, surprised.

I shrugged. "He's not my boyfriend."

"No! You're kidding me," she said and plopped down on her bed.

"I'm really not," I said lying back on my bed, and stared at the cieling.

"What happened? Everything was going so well!" Alicia wailed.

I turned over on to my side to face Alicia. I sighed. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

"What did he say?"

I didn't really want to go into detail, but I started talking anyway, "He said 'we need to talk-'"

"Ugh. I hate those words..."

"Yeah, and he said that he couldn't have a girlfriend now and that if we 'cool it' we would be able to concentrate on the game more. So...I didn't really have a choice."

"Your winding me up."

I grimaced, "No I'm not-"

"He actually said 'cool it'?"

I grinned, "Oh that. Yeah he did."

"What a cheese puff," she said.

I frowned. "But I like cheese puffs."

"Not cheese puffs like Oliver."

"He's OK, too," I said snuggling in to my pillow.

Alica's jaw dropped. "Katie, the boy chose Quidditch over you! How can you even stand him?"

I shrugged as best I could, lying down. "I know, and that really hurts... But, I guess us being together wasn't written in the stars," I said in a far off, dreamy voice, making fun of myself.

"You really need to stop spending so much time in the Divination Tower, all that incense can't be good for your brain cells."

That started me laughing. "But Divination is fun! I don't care how imprecise McGonagall says it is! She's just jealous because she could never get away with wearing bangles around her wrists..."

"Oh really?" said Alicia, laughing back at me. "No, but seriously, Katie. Are you OK?"

I sighed deeply thinking of an answer. "No..." I muttered. "But in time, I will be. I'll fake it until I make it."

She nodded, "Nice strategy. So what are you going to do now?"

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, is it going to be terribly awkward for you two, now?"

I bit my lip and sighed. "Well maybe, but you know...I'll just pretend nothings wrong."

Alicia bit her lip and frowned.

I continued. "It's my fault anyway."

"How?"

"Well, I knew what I was getting into, didn't I? I should've known. How long have I known him? Nearly seven years, it should have been completely obvious by now."

"Anybody could have been fooled, your normal. He's just one of those types," she explained to me.

I was getting very good at pushing my feelings aside and leading on that I was fine. If I could continue this, I'd be golden.

"What types?" I asked.

"One who comes across as being really nice."

"But he is nice," I said, surprising myself. "I mean, he just wasn't happy... I'll be OK, soon and everything will be alright."

Alicia pulled the covers down to her bed. "If you say so. I still think that it's a damn shame"

"It was nice while it lasted... I'll be fine, I promise. Night, 'licia."

"Night, Night, Kitty."

I pulled up my covers and closed up the posters.

I'll be fine. Oliver will go off to play for Puddlemere. Percy will join the ministry. Marcus will probably run off and be a Death Eater. Brian is going to write for the Daily Prophet. Tom and Dave want to be photographers for Witch Weekly (I wonder why.) Tricia is going to work at St. Mungo's. Karina is going to design women's dress robes.

I'm leaving behind Fred, George, Harry, Angelina and even Hermione and Ron.

Is there life after Hogwarts? I mean, this ruddy school has been my second home for seven years out of my life.

Will I ever see these people again? I think I might even miss Marcus and his crooked teeth.

It felt like everything was just ending and I couldn't do a thing to help it! I was scared of what would happen after Hogwarts. I don't even know where I'm headed. I don't have a future!

With all these pent up emotions, I just started crying, for the first time in years. I was actually crying. I couldn't bear to think of how I would feel on my last day of classes, what graduating ceremonies would be like and what would I do after?

I sat up in bed and pulled my knees to my chest and let myself actually cry.

Alicia pulled back my curtain. "Oh, Katie..." she said sympathetically and sat on the bed with me and gave me a hug. Soon Karina and Tricia were up and climbing on to my bed, too. They were rubbing my back soothingly and patting my leg.

I kept sniffling.

"What happened?" whispered Tricia to Alicia.

Alicia muttered, "Oliver broke up with her..."

"Oh, Katie..." said Karina.

I waved my arms wildly and they pulled there hands off of me. "No, no, that's not it! Ok, maybe that's a bit of it, but I just needed to cry. I was thinking about graduation."

"Oh," they all chorused.

"How am I ever going to live without seeing you guys all the time?" I asked and wiped away a tear.

Karina reached for my hand. "Aw, Katie, don't worry about that. We'll keep in touch we promise. Right, Trish?"

"Absolutely, even though we aren't the very best of friends, we are always going to be around for you."

This should have made me feel better, but I just started sobbing harder. "Thanks, you guys are the best."

"Group hug!" shouted Alicia. Then I was smothered by arms.

I laughed through my through my tears feeling so much better. "Promise not to tell Oliver?"

"Promise."

We all went to sleep after that and I exhausted myself from my crying.

I felt renewed walking with my girls to all of my classes. I didn't even fear Quidditch practice which Alicia and I had an hour after classes ended.

Alicia and I got our brooms quickly and went out to the field while Oliver was waiting for the rest of the team to come before he started practice. He looked at me out the corner of his eye. Trying to avoid being awkward I grinned at him, and proceded to walk out onto the pitch.

Actually, I didn't mind listening to Oliver talk on end about winning. I played great during practices and everything goes great, considering some things.

Several days before the Ravenclaw match, Oliver found me in the hall.

"Katie, hold on a sec!" He said.

I turned around and waited for him. When he got close enough I said, "You know Oliver, I know all the plays we have ever done, by heart. I'm sure there isn't a thing you could tell me that I didn't already know."

He grinned. "Glad to hear it."

I turned to walk away. "See you at practice."

"Hold up, Katie."

I turned around again. "Yes?"

He frowned. "Are you angry with me?"

For some odd reason, I almost started laughing. "No, I'm not mad at you at all."

He looked surprised.

I continued. "In fact, I'm sorry I called you a prat. I was out of line. You decided what was important to you and went for it and I admire that." What a lie.

He looked even more surprised. "You do?"

I nodded. "Yes. I really can concentrate better on Quidditch now.

"You can?"

"Sure. Look Oliver, I'm fine. I'll see you later at practice," I clapped him on the back like I had seen guys do so many times.

That was easy. Have you ever noticed how it is just so easy to lie? I was getting quite good at it, too.

"Bye," he muttered.

I turned around and saw Cedric Diggory walking in the direction I was headed. "Hey, Cedric wait up!"

He turned around and smiled at me as I ran up to him. "How goes it?"

We linked arms and I said, "It goes well."

My new friend and I walked together through the halls, goofing off and pretending we were royalty or something. "Has Master Wood come back to you yet?" He asked pompously.

"No. But Mistress Bell cares only but a little," I said just as pompously with my nose in the air.

"Oh? Well done," he said.

"Have you asked for the company of Mistress Chang yet, Master Diggory?"

"No."

With my unlinked arms I punched his shoulder lightly. "Well move your bloomin' ass!"

"My ass doesn't bloom, thank you very much."

We stopped at the ladder up to the Divination Tower and I hugged Cedric, my new little buddy. OK, so maybe he isn't little, yet I am still older. Therego he is 'little Cedric."

I took my seat with Alicia. I sighed a deep, sad sigh.

Alicia looked at me. "Whats the deal, mate?"

"Still thinking about graduating. Cedric just reminded me of what else I would miss."

Alicia smiled. "Don't let Oliver hear you mention Cedric."

I grimaced. "Who cares about Oliver?"

"I mean, he doesn't really like Cedric. He actually thinks you and him are a thing."

What? OK, so since Cedric and I first talked, we've been walking in the hall like that whenever I happened to see him. Why does Oliver care what I do with Cedric Diggory? Really, it's not like he's Marcus Flint! If he had been maybe, just maybe I could see his point. But, Cedric was harmless (except on the Quidditch field.)

"Why does Oliver care if I go out with Cedric or not? Which I am not, we are just friends!" I said, frustrated.

She shrugged innocently. "I dunno," she said. Then she smiled and winked at me.

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