A/N: Hi! I know, I know…It's been taking me forever to update…but lately... I dunno. I really don't. Especially when there is a best-guy friend, who doesn't get it. And then a freshman makes a second attempt to bitch at you and encourages her only friend (which you have never even met) to harass you as well. Then, your only living best friend has told you that she will not stick up for you through thick or thin, as you would for her.

Yes, well... on the brighter side of things, I paid a visit to Yale.

Be Warned: This is not Yale caliber work, sorry for that. Spelling mistakes and grammatical errors are everywhere.

Dc: You know I don't own this. I would be rich.



Oliver unwrapped his arm from around my forearms. Like I said it was sudden so I hadn't quite got my arms anywhere.

I smiled up at him. "Thank goodness for me?"

"Sure," he said. "Everyone else would just tell me to shut up about Quidditch."

I couldn't help laughing. "I'm special like that," I teased.

"Someone like me shouldn't be allowed withthin ten feet of someone like you," he said seriously.

"What?" I asked, confused. "A crazed Quidditch Captain?"

"No," he laughed. "A crazed boyfriend."

"Why?"

"'Cause..." he said slowly. Then he suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. "I might do something like this."

He had one eyebrow raised while he was smirking at me. That's all he did. No kiss.

"Well?" I prompted.

"Well what?" he asked, giving me an innocent look.

"You are such an Oik," I said pushing myself off of him. Play with me like that, right?

I started walking down the hallway and Oliver followed. Well Mr. Wood, I can play that game as well.

One thing about being shorter than Oliver that wasn't fair was I wasn't able to be as...er...aggressive with him. I started cutting him off, forcing him to walk up close to the wall. When his shoulder grazed the walls and nudged him over and held him against the wall.

That look on his face was adorable. Now both of his eyebrows were raised in surprise. It's no news to anyone that I wanted to kiss him, but I wouldn't let him get away with toying with me.

I stared wide eyed up at him, and leaned in. He answered by leaning in as well. I puckered my lips but just as he began to close his eyes, I dodged his lips and placed my head on his shoulder in a simple, short hug.

I let go quickly and he looked at me incredulously. "What was that, Katie?" he asked, almost angered, and a bit pink in the cheeks.

"A hug," I said, obviously, and started walking down the hall again with a little more bounce in my step. The score was even.

He caught up with me in a few long strides, and grabbed at my wrist and pulled me up to him again. "Come on, Katie..." he whined, giving me a expectant look.

"No!" I giggled and broke away and started jogging down the hallway.

Behind me I heard Oliver groan. "Fine!" And I heard him start off after me.

I started down one flight of stairs and ran around to the next available stair case, hearing Oliver's steps behind me. "I'm after you!" I heard Oliver call.

My heart was racing as I made it down the last flight of stairs, breaking out into little bursts of giggles here and there. I ran for the entrance hall and down yet another small flight of stairs and past where the House points were displayed.

I lost precious running time as I fumbled with the heavy door. I finally got it open and ran out onto the grounds on such a beautiful sunny day. I heard Oliver behind me again as I started on the trail down to the lake.

As I kept running, I saw Ginny Weasley sitting with Colin Creevy looking at a photo album. I ran past and patted them each on the head.

"Katie!" Oliver called again.

I turned around and saw that his shoe had fallen off. So I slowed down right outside of the Quidditch stadium. Geeze, it was hot out.

He walked up to me smiling and breathing hard, thinking that the chase was over. But he was mistaken. He had been about a yard away when I started off on a run again.

I undid the latch of my robe and pulled my arms out of it, still running, and dropped it somewhere on the ground.

The grass ended and the sandy shore of the lake began, where a huge boulder stood.

Still out of breath, I started climbing it when Oliver pulled me back by waist. He too was out breath and now was sweating a bit. But still, he was smiling. "What about now?"

Fine. I give up. I let him kiss me. Do I really need to tell you that it was good?

He let go and muttered. "It's hot out here, huh?"

I agreed, leaning against the rock and began rolling down my knee socks to my ankles. I kicked my clunky shoes off and took my socks off my feet.

"That's not fair," Oliver said, hands on his hips watching me.

"What?" I asked, looking up at him as I was bending over and taking my left sock off.

"I'm wearing pants out in this weather while you get to run around in a skirt. I bet you feel real cool right about now," he said, crossing his arms.

Um, wasn't he Scottish? "Wear a kilt."

"Very funny," he retorted.

"Besides, when it's absolutely freezing out you get to wear your nice long pants, and I'm stuck with a bit of a breeze! So do not complain," I ordered.

I was now bare foot and a bit cooler now that my stuffy socks were off. Oliver undid the latch on his robe and threw it behind him. He started loosening his tie as I began climbing the rock.

I heard Oliver laugh below me. I stopped mid-climb to look at my offender. "What are you laughing at?"

He looked up at me smiling. "Katie, I can see your knickers."

Oh. Great. I scrambled up to the top of the rock. He was just asking for a hard time. He really was.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before," I said pointedly.

"Yes," he cleared his throat looking out over the lake. "Well...er..."

I rolled on to my stomach looking down at him from the top of the boulder. He looked up and gave me a sorry look. It was just so cute to seem him fumble a bit.

"Are you coming or not?" I asked.

He grinned. "Give me a minute."

He, too, took his shoes off and climbed up. He sat, indian-style, facing the lake. I rolled on to my side, supporting my head in my hand, facing him.

"I haven't been out here in a while," Oliver said.

"That's because we're always playing Quidditch," I said with a laugh.

He grinned. "Yes, I know that. But remember? I came here once or twice with you. Maybe third year?"

Actually, I did remember. I remember very well now that he's brought it up. I smiled, sitting up, I pulled my knees to my chest. "Yes, third year. You pushed me into the lake once, isn't that right?"

"True. I tried to help you out, and you pulled me in right after you. We were both soaked and angry with each other. You were furious for days..."

"I forgot that part," I admitted, softly. "Do you remember why you pushed me in?"

"Something about Quidditch. It must've been the last match of the season-"

"-We lost-" I began remembering.

"We were mad about. I said you didn't try hard enough-"

"I said you were a bad Keeper"

"We were already up here, and I shoved you in the lake."

"Then you tried helping me out, but I pulled you in with me."

Oliver grinned, "What a look there was on your face."

I grinned at the ridiculous little memory. "We were so immature then."

"Not that we are any better today, Bell. Legging it all the way out here, I felt like I was thirteen year old again," he laughed. "By the way, I can still see your knickers..."

I realized the position of which you sit and hug your knees isn't such a great idea when you are wearing a skirt. I immediately straightened my legs out, and crossed them. "If you hadn't been looking, Wood!"

"They were right there in front of me, Katie!"

"I've got half a mind to push you into the lake right now!" I said.

He laughed. "Don't get any ideas. I'll pull you in right after me. And this time we've got our uniforms on, last time we didn't."

I just grinned. How we've changed. I, however, was convinced that I hadn't changed at all. I'm a couple inches taller, and I've aquiered the need for a second undergarment. But other than that, I'm the same. I'm one tough cookie.

Oliver, however, has changed quite a bit. Maybe he hasn't matured to much either, but look at him. I mean, he's not too tall at 5'10, but he's taller than me. His voice dropped a good amount. He's got a different stature, now. He's not as goofy looking. And he can charm a girl, effortlessly. Or so he thought.

We were quiet for a while, staring out over the lake. It was such a calm day that the only ripples that were made was the occasional tentacle splash from the Giant Squid, other than that the water was calm. Calm enough to reflect the surrounding mountains and landscape perfectly.

Today was one of the two days everyweek where we don't have to practice, and I was thankful.

Oliver spoke. "That was quite something you told Flint today, Katie."

I shrugged it off, "He's a creep, that's all."

"You know what any other girl would do if they had Flint bothering them?" Oliver asked, thoughtfully.

"No. What?"

He sat up from his lying position. He had been staring at the near non-existent clouds. "They would run helpless to their boyfriends."

I chuckled. Imagine that. "Damsel in distress isn't the part I like to play. You know that."

"I know... I'd like to stick up for you, though," he said seriously.

I couldn't help smiling. "Thank you, Oliver," I said, oddly formally.

"See, but you're different. You've been made with a different cookie cutter."

"I'm the tough cookie," I joked.

"Exactly. You don't take anything from anyone," he said, cocking his head to the side.

Well, why would I? "And what about you?"

"What about me what?"

"You don't wish I was helpless and high maintenance?"

"No!" he jumped. "That was one of the things that I found so irresistable about you, Kates."

Am I smiling too much? "Why?"

"I knew you wouldn't whine at me, Kates. Let me tell you, that is very refreshing. And of course, I'm having fun sitting here, on this rock with you. Just talking about nothing in particular. That's why a bunch of guys had crushes on you."

What? Did I miss the memo or something? "When was this? Why wasn't I notified?"

Oliver chuckled a bit. "They were scared of you, Kates."

"Wha- why? I'm not that intimidating! I can't tower over anyone at five foot five!"

"I'll be forced to castrate you, Flint!" Oliver mimicked. "Your violent ways are known, you know."

"Violent?"

"People saw when you twisted Bletchly's arm backwards and told him not bother you anymore. Then you recently kneed Flint in -"

"I get it! So, what you are trying to tell me is that I've never had a boyfriend before you because they were all afraid for thier lives?" I asked, almost yelling.

"Yes, actually," Oliver laughed. Apparently, he thought all of this was very funny. "But I knew you wouldn't do anything to me."

"How were you so sure?" I teased.

"It wouldn't benefit you at all to inflict pain on your Quidditch captain," he grinned a little too smuggly.

I eyed him with a suspicious look. "You're lucky that I like you, Oliver. You're very lucky..."

He raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Yes, I know. I'm very lucky." Then he leaned in and kissed me, gently.

"Hmm...if you were anyone else, you'd be dead by now." I said, smiling innocently.

"But then so you would you. My numerous stalkers would get you," he said.

I frowned at him, "Oh, your such a smart arse..."

Then I began climbing back down the boulder. I began putting my socks back on, while Oliver stared down at me, chin in his hands. "While your down there, Kates, could you throw up my shoes and socks?"

I made some gagging noises.

"What are you doing, Katie?"

I looked up at him and smiled cheekily, "Throwing up your shoes."

His eyes narrowed, although he was still grinning. "Very attractive. Who's the smart arse now?"

I chucked his shoes and socks at him, then I picked my clock and watched as Oliver landed with a little hop off the boulder.

Those are the moments I live for. Really, I thank the heavens that he isn't overly romantic. It would suffocate me.

We got back to the tower, later and Oliver turned into the obsessed captain. "Don't relax too much this vacation! We've got two weeks before the final!" he announced to Angelina whose head happened to be comfortably lying on Fred's lap. I wonder...