A/N: Hey everyone! Ashliegh here! I'm really sorry that it took a bit to get this chapter up! I wrote this one, and I had a minor case of writer's block. =-P But, I hope you like this chapter and please review!! Cassi and I love hearing what you guys think! =) And thanks to all the previous reviewers! You guys rock!

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CHAPTER 6


Angelina walked out of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, still hearing Fred's angry voice call after her. It felt rather satisfying, but she felt guilty deep down. Way, way, deep down.

The second she stepped out of the shop she apparated to Oliver's flat. She was too frustrated with Fred to even look back.

She then found herself in front of a wooden door. She sighed, to calm her nerves, and pulled her wand

out of her pocket. She waved it over her hair, making it fall straight. She ran her hands over her robes, and finally knocked on the door.

"Angelina!" Oliver said happily, opening the door.

"Hey, Oliver!" she said, all thoughts of Fred forgotten.

"How are you, love?" he asked, hugging her.

"I'm all right," she said, returning the embrace, "How are you?"

"Brilliant!" he exclaimed, breaking the hug, "Quidditch season starts in about 2 months, mind you!"

"Really? So your serious practices are going to start soon, then?" she asked.

"We have a four hour practice tomorrow!" he said. Where most would sound exhausted, he sounded excited.

"Four hours?" she asked, a bit surprised. She knew they started training early, but this would mean they wouldn't have much time together. She looked at Oliver; he really was happy with what he was doing. He loved quidditch and he wouldn't give it up for anything, and she loved that about him. He was so committed to everything he did.

"Yes, four hours!" he said, bringing her out of her thoughts, "But anyway, come on in,"

He lead her to the lounging room where a tray of crumpets sat and a pot of tea. He sat down on the love seat and motioned for her to sit down next to him.

"You must be so excited!" she exclaimed, sitting down next to him.

"Of course! I love being on the pitch. You know how that feeling is,"

"Yes, I do," she laughed, "I miss that feeling," She commented, her eyes glazing over as she stared into the distance. "The wind blowing through my hair...the speed..." She focused back in on Oliver's green eyes. "I miss it a lot," She added sadly.

"You always were the most eager to start playing when I called for practice," Oliver remembered, "well, next to me, mind you,"

Angelina laughed, shaking her head. Her and Oliver were always up at the crack of dawn to start practice. They always wasted "valuable practice time" trying to wake the other teammates up.

She and Oliver sat there just chatting and drinking tea. It felt like old times again. Just those two, sitting in the Common Room late at night, talking intensely about Quidditch. Not once did Angelina even think of the argument her and Fred were having. After a few hours, Angelina looked up at the Grandfather clock.

"Oy, I better get going soon," Angelina said, "It's getting a bit late,"

"Do you have to get going already?" Oliver asked, "We hardly ever see each other any more," he said sadly, touching her hands.

"I know. But maybe I can come back over tomorrow?"

"Well, I've got practice all next week," he replied, "but maybe the weekend after?"

"No, I've got to work that whole weekend," she said.

"I hate not being together. We aren't spending much time together at all."

"I suppose not," she said, realizing how much she actually missed him. "especially since the quidditch season is going to start soon. And I have a feeling that I'm going to be working alot...for lost time, that is,"

"Angie," he said slowly, "why don't you move in with me?"

"What?" she asked, surprised. What in the world was he getting at?

"Well, since we're both so busy, we'll hardly have anytime together, so if you just move on in, we'll see each other everyday,"

Angelina thought for a moment. Oliver's tone sounded a bit odd. It sounded as if he really did want her to move in, but it also sounded as if he was saying it just to get the problem out of the way.

'I can't do this,' she thought to herself. She had just moved in with her best friend, what would that look like if she just packed up and left? And she didn't have the money either, that was another thing.

"Oliver," she started, "that's extremely sweet of you to ask that, but...I just can't. I'm so sorry, but I can't,"

"Oh," he sighed, "that's all right," he said, taking her hand in his, "you know, I was thinking, maybe we should take a break,"

"A break?" she stuttered.

"Yea, I mean, quidditch is really going to take up alot of my time and-" Angelina cut him off with a look of shock and anger. Was he putting quidditch before her? She knew that Oliver Wood loved quidditch, but this kind of hurt.

'But Oliver loves quidditch and he wouldn't give it up for anything,' she had just remembered her own words. The thing that she loved Oliver for was breaking them apart. Could it be true he loved Quidditch more then her?

"I didn't mean it like that, Angelina," Oliver said, taking her hands again, "I'm just saying that with my practices starting and everything, it wouldn't be fair to both of us, to you especially, to have this long distance relationship,"

"I suppose your right," she nodded slowly. She felt a knot forming in her stomach, she really needed to leave. She promised herself when she was 13 that she would never cry in front of a guy. And she didn't intend on breaking that vow to herself, "we can still be friends though, right?"

"Of course!" he said, massaging her hand softly, "I'd never want to throw away our friendship, Angelina. Never. We've been through too much,"

"I know," she sighed, squeezing his hand softly, "well, I suppose this is for the best," and she stood up.

"You're not upset are you?" he asked, worried.

"Of course not," she smiled sadly at him, "I'm all right," He stood as well and brushed a piece of dark hair from her eyes, gently moving in for a kiss. Once their lips made contact, she turning her face away.

"I really should be going," She said awkwardly.

"Okay...I'll stop by the shop to visit you sometime, eh?" he said opening the door for her.

"I'd like that," she whispered, "take care of yourself, all right?"

"You too. Don't let those Weasleys give you any trouble," he said, hugging her goodbye.

"Funny you should say that," she said sarcastically.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Nothing," she forced a small laugh, "Goodbye," and with a quick peck on the cheek, Angelina apparated back to Katie's apartment.


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Angelina opened the door to the apartment and saw Katie sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of hot tea; she looked absolutely exhausted. She walked up to her and sat down across from her.

"You wouldn't believe how bad I want to quit my job," Katie said to her, taking a long swig from her cup. Angelina gave a small, pitiful laugh at her friend, "something the matter, Angelina? How did your date with Oliver go?"

"Fine," she managed to say, her voice breaking. She looked away, blinking back tears.

"Angelina?" Katie asked, starting to get worried. Tears fell down Angelina's face and her voice broke.

"He wants t-to take a break. He...loves his quidditch more then me," Angelina's voice sounded a bit confused.

Katie walked over to her friend and sat next to her, putting her arms around her, "It's all right, love. I'm here," she comforted her friend, rubbing her back.

As Angelina's tears turned slowly to sobbing, Katie sat there comforting her. Katie suddenly thought of how ironic this situation was. Back at Hogwarts it was always Angelina who comforted a sobbing Katie when a boy dumped her.

"That's Oliver. But I'm sure he still cares for you," Katie said, trying to cheer her up.

"It's not even that big of a deal. I mean, we hardly see each other..."

"Shh," Katie cut her off, "don't worry, it's all right to cry. It's perfectly natural,"

"No," she said, pulling away and standing up, "I've always told myself that I'd never cry over a guy," she started wiping her eyes, "and I'm not going to start now. I'm just being silly, I'm fine,"

"Angelina," Katie said, grabbing her friend's shoulders, "remember back at Hogwarts when a boy broke up with me and I'd always cry to you?"

"Well, yes, but this is different," she tried to reason.

"No, Angel, it's not," she shook her head at her, "it's my turn. Let me comfort you this time,"

Angelina looked at her for a moment. This was her best friend after all, and if you couldn't cry in front of your best friend, who could you cry in front of?

"Oh, Katie," she said, breaking down into tears again. Katie hugged her again and sat with her in the kitchen until her sobs subsided.

TBC

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