I really wish she hadn't said anything of the sort. I was almost out the woods, too. Now I was regressing back to hoping that Oliver still likes me. And I just told Cedric that I didn't care!

But, I do care! I still like him. Even though I really wish I didn't. I thought I was almost over him, until Alicia just had to say that!

I had still had his jimjams up in my room, and the Nimbus...

I waited until Oliver's dorm was empty and I went up to the dorm and chucked the pants into the room and left to sit in the common room. Moments later Neville, Ron and Harry walked through the portrait hole. Harry was holding THE Firebolt!

"Where'd you get it Harry?"

"Will you let me have a go?"

"Have you ridden in yet, Harry?"

"Ravenclaw'll have no chance, they're all on Cleansweep Sevens!" I said, looking at the Firebolt. Maybe if I worked at the Magical Menagie for a couple more years, I MIGHT be able to afford one.

"Can I just hold it, Harry?" asked Alicia.

He let her hold it, and she passed it off to the next person who held it. "Ravenclaw, here we come!" she said and we took seats next the fire place.

We sat there for some time doing work when a strangled yell echoed down the boys' staircase. The whole common room fell silent, staring, petrified, at the entrance. Then came hurried footsteps, growing louder and louder - and then came Ron leaping into view, dragging with him a bedsheet.

"LOOK!" he bellowed, striding over to where Hermione Granger was sitting. "LOOK!" he yelled, shaking the sheets in her face.

"Ron, what-?"

"SCABBERS! LOOK SCABBERS!"

We were all listening, silent. "BLOOD! HE'S GONE! AND YOU KNOW WHAT WAS ON THE FLOOR?"

"N-no," said Hermione.

Apparently, Hermione's cat ate Ron's rat. Or something along those lines.

Alicia rolled her eyes, "I thought Sirius Black was up there!"

Before Gryffindor's final team practice before the Ravenclaw match, I sought out Oliver in the locker room, to do something really hard.

"Oliver?" I asked from across the empty room.

"Yeah?" he asked looking up at me.

I swallowed hard before walking across to him. I held out my hand and dangled the little broomstick from it's delicate golden chain. With a sigh, I said, "Here, I was meaning to give it back to you."

He stared at it, then looked back up to my eyes. "Why are you giving this back?"

I said quietly, almost painfully, "Just take it."

He frowned, slowly, "It's yours."

I swallowed again. "I don't want it anymore."

He raised his eyebrows, "But I gave it to you, Kates."

"Please don't call me that," I said looking down to the ground. I held my hand out again, "Please, just take it."

"But I gave it to *you*," he said again.

I bit my lip, hesitating, before I reached for Oliver's hand. He watched as I opened his palm and put the charm in his hand. I closed it up and said, "Thanks, but no thanks."

He shrugged and turned away. "Fine, then." He put the necklace in a pocket of his duffle bag. He turned around and looked at me, surprised. "You're still here?"

I grinned, "Yeah, I was waiting for you."

We walked out to the pitch where Madam Hooch was examining the Firebolt.

A/N: This would have been SOOOOOOOOOOOOO SOOOOOOO SOOOOOOO MUCH LONGER IF AOL DIDN'T SHUT ME DOWN TWICE AND ARG! I WORKED ON THIS FOREVER AND IT WAS SOME OF MY MOST BRILLIANT WORK! I EVEN DID THIS INSTEAD OF HOMEWORK AND NOW ALL MY WORK GONE!!!! I THINK I AM GOING TO GO USE MY PUNCHING BAG AND THEN CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP. BTW, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT COMMENT ON HOW YOU WISH IT WAS LONGER. I DO TOO! AOL IS "SORRY FOR THE INCONVIEINIENCE!" WHAT THE HECK! SERIOUSLY. I HATE THE INTERNET. BUT IT'S MUTUAL. I wrote the whole practice before the ravenclaw Quidditch match, and the match, and AFTER the match..and it's alllll gone, gone , gone. What I wrote was equal to ten pages in PoA!!!!