I woke up due to a lack of something vital. A little thing called oxygen. I was being squeezed. Then I had just realized where I was. In Oliver's bed.

I would have enjoyed waking up with him a whole lot more if it weren't for the fact that a) I was a girl in the boys dorm b) I was a girl in a boys BED c) I had no idea where my bottoms had gotten to d) I was surely going to die if I was caught.

What was I supposed to do? Run down from the boys dorm into the common room and up to the girls dorm in nothing but a t-shirt and knickers? Should I steal Oliver's sheets wrap them around my waist and make a run for it?

And as I am thinking all of this I am still being deprived of oxygen. I tried moving, but his arms of iron wouldn't let me go. It was touching really, but this was one time it was a bad thing! Afraid of making any noise to wake up the other boys, I reached up and tugged on Oliver's hair. He still didn't wake up. Poor boy was a log!

So I yanked on his hair. He'll forgive me later. He loves me, remember?

"Ugh," he muttered, coming to.

I pulled again. "What the-- hi, Katie. You're still here?"

I whispered out a very restricted croak, "I can't move!"

He quickly let go and sat up. "I need my bottoms, Oliver," I whispered looking about the bed. "What did you do with them?"

Oliver looked puzzled. "What did I do with them?"

"Oui," I said still looking through the sheets.

"Why would I do anything with them?" he asked, confused.

I laughed, nervously, "Heh, um...yeah. Nothing."

He got it. All he muttered was, "whoops."

Then he rubbed the back of his neck, scrunching his face up in thought.

"Help me find them. I can't go trapsing about the common room in my knickers!" I muttered, blatently.

"Cheeky," he murmured smirking. He still wasn't looking for my pink terry cloth jammy bottoms.

"C'mon, then, help me look. Are you trying to get us expelled?"

Well, that got him moving. "Found them!" he said rather loudly, holding them over his head.

I froze. So did Oliver. Someone rustled in there bed. "Whadja find?"

"Um, my Quidditch magazines..." Oliver answered quickly.

"Luvvly-jubbly," sighed the person in the bed.

"Leg it!" whispered Oliver. I hopped off his bed, snatched my bottoms from him, and pulled them on.

I opened the door and tip-toed as fast as I could through the halls and down the stairs.

There were people in the common room, so I dropped to my knees and crawled hiding behind each sofa and arm chair, doing a series of rolls on the floor like a combat soldier.

I pressed myself up against a wall when i got to the girls stairs.

I saw the door to my dormitory, sanctuary!

Not a second passed after I closed the door, then everyone woke up, and I was made to suffer intense interrogation from them.

They wanted to know details. I didn't tell them too much, I left out the scary, awkward moment. My bottoms were safely back on.

It was a Saturday and no classes were taking place on this sunny day. I washed up and pulled on some clothes and went down into the common room with Karina.

"Did you do it?" she came right out and asked.

"No, of course not. I'm...err..." I said, and thought about what could have happened.

"Oh, I was just wondering. But, that was stupid of me to ask," she apologized.

"Hmmm, a bit," a said.

We got to the Great Hall for breakfast, and sat down. It was a little awkward between my friend and I, but I wasn't sure what else to say to her. I was a little embarassed about what she asked.

I put a strawberry on a spoon and flung it at her. She had a shocked look on her face, and I started laughing when it bounced off her forehead.

She started laughing to and threw a pancake at me. So I threw another strawberry at her.

And she threw a piece of toast at me.

This turned into a little food fight, but we decided to keep it dry foods only.

When we ran out of food, we stopped bombarding each other with food. She now almost wheezing with laughter.

Oliver walked into the Great Hall speaking to Harry, with Hermione and Ron following.

Harry was beginning to look annoyed at Oliver, and to avoid Harry bursting like a balloon under pressure, I chucked a strawberry at Oliver so he would stop pestering poor Harry.

He glanced around and saw me waving at him. When he turned back to Harry, he had already siezed the oppurtunity to run away.

"Potter..." Oliver muttered sitting next to me.

"Hmmm...maybe you know, Oliver, you should ease off on him for a while?" I said, gently, giving Karina a sideways glance.

"What do you mean 'ease off?' " he asked, frowning stabbing through the pancakes on his plate.

"Well, it's got to be alot of pressure to be him, you know. He has a mass murderer out to kill him, the Quidditch final largely rests on his shoulders, plus he's got all that work to do over the Easter break..." I explained.

"Yes, Katie. I know, but we've also got OWLs and NEWTs, and the Quidditch Final to think about," he answered.

Ugh, he's right. "I'm a horrible test taker...this is going to be really bad," I sighed.

"You'll do fine, Katie," he said.

"Yes, I'll do 'fine', but I would like to do great!" I said. I know I would pass, but I have never done better than the Ravenclaws.

"I have your answer," said Karina. "Study."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, no kidding."

"Look," said Oliver. "There's one more week of classes, and then there is Easter break. Then the final is on the first Saturday after the break. Then after that, Quidditch will be over. We'll all help you study if you need it."

"Thanks," I said. Althought I wasn't sure that much studying would get done it I was studying with Oliver.

From all the papers and calculations we had been assigned before break, I could tell that the vacation was not going to be a very relaxing.

"So," I said, planning out loud one day. "First Saturday of vacation will be devoted to Potions, and a little History, then Sunday will be History, and Transfiguration. Monday will be for Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes. Tuesday will be for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and a little bit of Herbology, Wednesday will be Herbology and Divination. Then that will leave Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday open to do anything else."

"Horrible," said Tricia, sitting next to me a dinner. "It's just not right. How am I supposed to experience the joy of learning?"

Jimmy snickered, sitting across from her. "My dear, dear Trish, there is no such thing."

"I second that," said Oliver who was sitting across from me. "Not now at least."

I sighed again, thinking of the hurdles that Hogwarts makes us jump in order to make it out. "It's just one thing after the other, isn't it? I wish I were really going on vacation. Just a break from the chaos, you know?"

Oliver looked like he was in deep thought. "I agree. But where would you go, Kates?"

"Someplace warm and sunny...How about to Fiji?" I mused. I have only seen pictures, but it looked like paradise.

"That's a little far, don't you think?" asked Jimmy.

"Well, I can dream can't I? Just think...clear blue waters, white sands, crashing waves, smoldering volcanoes..." I was melting, just thinking about it.

Oliver was grinning. "That's quite some imagination, you've got there."

"But it's real, Oliver. I'm going to go there someday."

Dinner ended, and Oliver and I walked up the seven staircases to the tower, holding hands.

"I doubt they play Quidditch, there, Kates," he said.

I laughed. "No, they don't, I'm sure...but they surf."

"Surf?"  Oliver asked, suddenly interested.

"Yeah, it's when you stand on this large board out in the water, trying not to fall off, and the waves push you along," I explained, although I'll admit that I didn't do a very good job at it.

"No magic at all?" Oliver asked.

"There's no need," I said. The idea of this place seemed magical. "We'll go there someday, OK, Oliver?"

"Sure," he smiled.

"Have you ever been to the ocean?"

"Er...no," he said.

"But you live so close!"

"I know, I've just never been to the ocean itself. Bays and seas aren't really the same thing."

"I know... and the European Atlantic Ocean and the Fijian Pacific Ocean aren't the same..."

"How did we get on the subject of Fiji, again?" he asked.

"You asked me where I would vacation to, to get away from our busy lives."

"Yes, that sounds lovely. But now, since everyone's gone up to bed, can I ask you something?" he asked.

"Er..sure."

"Are you mad about the whole missing your bottoms thing?" he sputtered.

I could feel my cheeks glowing. Where did this train of thought come from? "Huh?"

"Um, what I kind of did to you last night..." he said, turning pink himself.

"Merlin, Oliver, we can't even just say it? I mean, I know what you're talking about, so just say it. You stripped me of my shorts," I said exasperatedly.

"Yes, er...that."

"Say it!"

"Are you upset with me that… I stripped you… of your shorts?" he said unevenly.

I couldn't help it, but I laughed. Just everything with him was so sporatic. "No, I just didn't know that was what you were expecting!"

Now Oliver was smirking too. "I'll control myself from now on. I have too much respect for you..."

"That's good to know. Anywho, I'm going to go to sleep now. See you in the morning!"

"Sleep well, Kates," he said and kissed me. It was one pretty deep kiss for just saying good night.

I was smiling like an idiot and said, "You, too!"

I began to walk towards the stairs when I caught site of Hermione Granger asleep on her Rune Translation. I shook her shoulder. "Hey, Granger. You ought to go to bed," I whispered as she came to.

"Oh no, I can't I have to finish this, and do my Arithmancy calculations and, and, and..." she didn't finish. In fact she began to cry.

I felt terrible for her, so I patted her back. "What's the matter?"

"I've got so much anxiety! I'm taking more classes than anyone in my year and I thought I could handle it! But I can't! And, and, and..." she began sobbing again.

"And what Hermione?" I asked.

"Hagrid's Hippogriff is going to be executed because he hurt Malfoy, and there isn't anything Harry or Ron or I can do!" she squeaked.

I frowned. How I hated Malfoy. "Oh that's terrible, Hermione!"

"And, and, Harry!" she said. "Oh, Harry..."

"What about Harry?" I asked, as she blew her nose in her robes. "Does it have to do with Sirius Black?"

"Uhhuh..." she moaned, wiping her tears. "Katie, I'm under so much stress. This stupid time turner was a horrible idea..."

"Time turner?" I asked.

She froze. "Oh dear! Now I've told you my secret! Please don't tell anyone my secret! I'll just go crazy!"

She was falling apart in front of my very eyes, so I believed that she would go crazy. "Fine, fine. I promise on Godric Gryffindors wand I won't tell anyone, if you tell me what you are doing with a time turner?"

"I'm taking as many classes as I could handle…but I can't handle it!!!" she cried out.

I looked at the work in front of her. I did that same thing when I was in Ancient Runes as I third year. "Look, Hermione," I said, gently. "Go to sleep, I'll do your Rune Translation for you, OK?"

She tried protesting but I wouldn't listen. "I did this exact same thing, when I was your age. It'll be easy for me. I wish I could help you with Arithmancy, but I don't take it. I'll help you out tonight. You really need to get some sleep."

"Oh Katie!" the thirteen year old cried and hugged me. "Now I see why Oliver loves you so much!"

"Come on," I said carrying her books and helping her to her feet.

We climbed the steps, and before entering the third year dorm, Hermione gave me an admiring look and whispered thanks before going into her dorm.

I did her translation, and it was easy for me. I really shouldn't have helped her cheat, but if you had seen her you would have helped, too. And I thought I had problems!

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Yay an Update! Now I have like three papers due….but it didn't want to keep anyone waiting so long…. Maybe I should start writing the papers and studying for the test tomorrow? Nah…it's 11:30 and I've been writing for hours, plus I'm sick so…yeah… toodles!