Grahm-Cracker-Gal: 1) Harry wouldn't mention muggle stuff because a) he's not allowed any stuff and b) he hates muggles. 2) Why shouldn't I be proud to be from America? And if you need to understand the whole England is crazy thing read Agnus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging. It'll all make a lot more sense. 3) The America to Britain thing was about ME not a witch or wizard. 4) No one around here says son of a bitch. Everyone says SOB so that's what I put because it sounds more natural to me. Just like everyone around her says mo' fo' and not mother fucker. 5) I wasn't yelling at you before and I'm not now either. Thank you for reading my story and I hope you continue to do so. Don't be offended but I need a chance to explain myself too.

Rinky-Dinks: Thanks for the review. It totally made my night after a very stressed day at work.

Okay, sorry to confuse all of you after Chapter Eleven but if you just looked at things logically it would all make sense. Its taking all my self control not to explain it to you know so you'll see the light and go "Duh, how could I be so stupid!" but I can't so now I'm going to write…

Chapter Twelve: Butter beer binges

I walked into the Great Hall with Alicia at my side, feeling like a soldier returning from battle. It seemed like everyone was looking at me, even though I knew the morning seemed normal to everyone else. Using all my self-control I didn't glance at the Slytherin table. If the twins took care of things the twins took care of things, no questions asked. It was going to be okay.

I sat down at our normal table, across from Fred and George, with Alicia still faithfully at my side. I glanced around and noticed immediately who was missing from our little group. "Guys, where's Oliver?"

All three of them looked at me oddly, like I was a bit unbalanced. "Umm, Kate, we told you we'd take care of your problem." George said looking like he thought Flint may have knocked a few screws loose the night before.

Something wasn't right here. "Did you guys go on a Butter beer binge again? WHAT are you all talking about? You said you'd take care of my problem but what does Oliver have to do with any of that?" I always knew the twins were a bit unhinged but come on, do I need to spell EVERYTHING out for them. This whole ordeal was getting rather tiring, and a few pieces of toast didn't really seem worth it.

"Kate, isn't Oliver the one who did all of that to you?" Alicia asked.

I stared at her, my jaw almost hitting the table. "You're kidding right? Oliver would never do this."

"Then who did?" Fred asked.

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. "Flint." I choked out. It was the first time I had said his name since the night before and it made my blood run cold. Crazy mo' fo'.

"WHAT?!?" Alicia exclaimed. "I assumed, I mean, you went to go meet Oliver, and he came back all pissed, and then you came and… WHAT?!?"

I motioned for them to come closer and explained what had been going on between Flint and me for the past few years. Fred and George instantly began cracking their knuckles and muttering ways of revenge. Alicia was just staring at me in disbelief. "How come you never told me?"

I shrugged, "I guess I was too embarrassed." Alicia shook her head and threw her arms around me in a giant bear hug. "Geoff me." I choked out, trying to breath. Between her and Oliver my lungs were going to be crushed. Wait a minute… OLIVER!

"What did you guys do to him?" I asked the twins, scrambling out of my spot.

"Oh, shit." Fred said under his breath. They were all following me out of the Great Hall. My self control finally gave in and I glanced over at the Slytherin table. Flint was talking to one of his friends and when he saw me looking his way he nudged his friend. They both started laughing loudly.

George followed my glance and his face flushed. "Don't worry, Kate, we'll get him back for this one. And about Oliver…"

"As you can probably understand we were pretty pissed off last night." Fred continued. "So, when we concocted this plan we took out a lot of misplaced anger on Oliver."

"We'll spare you the detail but we don't think Oliver's going to be able to sit down for awhile…"

"And we severely doubt his child bearing ability." Fred's face went white at the thought and he grimaced.

"We just figured the punishment should fit the crime. Oh and definitely knows what this was all about. We both stood at the foot of his bed and yelled ourselves hoarse for about fifteen minutes before breakfast."

They were both blushing now and I realized that they had enjoyed thinking they were my knights in shining honor. "We took it upon ourselves to try to preserve your honor."

I shook my head. "He's going to kill me." I paused, "Wait, he's going to kill you guys. He's going to hate me."

"Don't you think that maybe he'll just shrug it off as a misunderstanding?" Alicia asked innocently.

Fred, George and I all stopped power walking, and stared at her in disbelief. "Have you ever been hit in the groin…?" Fred began.

"Repetitively?" George finished. Alicia shook her head. "There is no way he'll just shrug it off."

Shaking there heads they began walking again. We reached the Fat Lady and Alicia quickly muttered the password. We ran through the empty common room up to Fred, George and Oliver's dorm room.

"Oliver, is it okay if we come in?" Fred asked, tentatively. Something sounding a lot like a shoe thudded against the door.

"Get the bloody hell away from me." Oliver growled from the other side.

"Come on, Oliver, we misunderstood Katie, let us in." George pleaded.

Oliver didn't say anything and I took his silence as a good sign. I opened the door and slipped in, signaling to the twins and Alicia to wait outside. I closed the door gently behind me.

Oliver was sitting on his bed, glaring in the general direction of the doorway. "Oliver." I began, tentatively. "I'm really sorry about all of this. It was just one…"

"Big misunderstanding?" he finished. I couldn't tell if he was pissed or not. The look on his face was virtually unreadable, a poker expression perfected after years of faking out opponents playing Quidditch. That's the one thing I couldn't figure out, was I his opponent or his ally.

"Pissed?" I asked, tentatively.

"A bit." He replied, honestly. "What REALLY happened?"

I bit my lip and explained the situation. The more I talked the more embarrassed I became. Oliver wouldn't look at me and I could tell what was going on in his head. I really couldn't blame him for wanting to break up with me. We stood in silence for a few moments, painfully alert to the fact that we had an audience.

"I understand," I said finally, breaking the awkward silence, "That you want to break up with me. I've been nothing but trouble." I turned and started to walk out of his room.

"Kate, no!" he shouted and I turned around. "I'm not pissed. I'm just trying to figure out how to seek revenge on that ass hole. Do you really think I'd throw five years of friendship out the window like that?"

I shrugged. "Are you sure you still want to stay with me? I understand but this is your only time to back out without actually hurting my feelings."

"Kate, there is no way in hell I can imagine hurting you. Now come on, let's figure out someway to seek revenge on this son of a bitch."

We heard Fred mutter something under his breath, disarming all the curses that they had set on Oliver. He jumped out of bed and engulfed me in a huge hug.

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"Is that an owl?" I asked, disturbed by the pecking on my window.

"I'm trying to get some sleep. Who would be sending bloody owls at this time of day?" Oliver asked, grumpily. We were lying on my bed trying to catch a nap before dinner.

"Oliver, it's three in the afternoon. It's a perfectly reasonable time to be sending a letter." I untangled myself from Oliver's arms, which had been wrapped around my shoulders and opened the window. "It's for me!" I exclaimed, surprised.

"Well, read it then."

"Dear Katie, our last meeting in the dungeons went great but we didn't have enough time to 'discuss' everything I was hoping we'd be able to. Just remember what we talked about last time and if you want to discuss things further I'd love to see you down there again tonight at seven. Hope to see you soon, Flint."

Oliver had stood up and his ears were turning red, like they did when fouls against his team were overlooked. "Katie, if you want me to just go beat the shit out of him I will."

I almost smiled; he was so cute when he was angry. "No way, I have a much better idea. I'll go meet Flint all right. But we're going to hit him where it hurts."

I explained my plan to him and he started grinning. "The twins are rubbing off on you."

I smiled. "Thank you very much."



(A/N: Sorry this took so long. I know this chapter kind of sucks but I had to get over a few hurdles. I've sort of hit something I call Writer's Wall with this story. Not a block. No this is Berlin Wall sized and defended complete inability to come up with anything useful for this story. Very annoying. But, I did start a new story so if you want to check that out feel free. And I promise, I will NOT abandon this story. Love all of you guys!!)