A/N: Once again I had the loveliest reviews, so thank you, everyone, you're brilliant!!

Itefaq: So, I'm updating… when will you update yours?! ;) Please tell me you'll keep writing it!! Queenofdespair: And I love you for loving it, teehee! Jayme: You shall not wait any longer! Beth: Merci beaucoup! J'ai aimé votre... review ;P Sorry, my French's still not that good. I hope you have the time of your life in London, you will sure be understood! *lol* and I'm so glad you liked the nicknames, heehee! SexySoda, don't know about the rumours, but as for the "making them be true" bit... well, wait and see ;) *Londonrules*, to fall asleep in Oliver's arms *pictures-Sean-Biggerstaff* I'd even PRETEND to be scared of thunderstorms… wouldn't you? Bumblebee (Your nickname always reminds me of Elijah Wood *lol*) updating!! Please keep loving it... ;) Kathy: thank yooou! Everyone, thank you for your support, I wasn't too sure about the last chapter either, but I'm really glad you enjoyed it! And also thanks everyone for understanding that I need to build up their relationship slowly.

Well, enough talking for now, I know you're all here for the chapter, so I'll give it to you! Ta-dah!

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By the end of the month, I still hadn't heard the end of it from Jennifer and Charlotte. On Halloween morning, they were being particularly annoying on the way down to breakfast:

"Come on, Katie… you still haven't told us how it felt like sleeping with Oliver Wood." – Charlie teased.

"Was he gentle?" – Jen mocked.

"Jenny, ew! That was gross! Besides, I've already told you: there's nothing to tell, 'cause that's precisely, literally what we did, WE SLEPT!!"

"That's not fair, you're not sharing the juicy details…" – Jen said pouting and Charlie snorted.

"Juicy details? JUICY DETAILS??" – I asked exasperated.

"Oy, calm yourself down, Katie! You know we're just kidding… wouldn't YOU do the same if it was one of us in your position?"

"Shut up, Charlie, that's besides the point!" – I hated admitting they were right… - "Now, speaking of 'juicy details' a certain Miss Fawkson still haven't quite told us about her latest dream with Mr. Davies, has she?"

"She most certainly has not."

Jennifer blushed and simply looked up, pretending to ignore us.

"And when she refuses to tell us, you know what it means, don't you dear Charlotte?"

"Indeed, my darling Katherine…"

"Naughty!" – we both said together laughing, causing Jennifer to turn a deep shade of crimson.

"Oh, mind your own business you two! I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come off it, Jen, we know you better than that!"

"If you refuses to tell, it can only mean it was naughty…" – Charlie and I were giggling, to Jen's great annoyance.

"Well…" – she started

"Well…?" – we asked eagerly.

"Well… I mean, you know! Define 'naughty'?!"

"I knew it!" – was all I said as we entered the Great Hall and approached Gryffindor's table. We saw Oliver sitting at the closest corner of the table, greedily eating a large bowl of chocolate cereal, one of his favourites.

"Humph! Master Wood, why didn't you wait for me this morning?" – I asked crossing my arms, pretending to be mad.

"Men…" – I heard Jenny sigh behind me. – "That's so typical! They just want to sleep with you and, once they get that, they pretend you don't exist."

"Jenny, isn't that Roger Davies, over there?" – I shot her my death-glare and she didn't talk again until the end of breakfast.

"What was that about?" – Oliver asked puzzled, looking from me to her.

"You don't want to know!" – I replied chuckling, sitting beside him. – "So, you still haven't answered my question, why didn't you wait for me, huh?!"

"Quit the act, Kats! Your fake hurt tone might fool anyone else, but not me."

"You know me too well…" – I said smiling.

"Quite right, I do! But sorry for not waiting for you. I was too hungry." – he said shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"So I see…"

"Yeah, skipped dinner last night."

"I noticed you were absent. Went looking for you in the common room afterwards, but couldn't find you!"

"I spent most of the night in my office down at the quidditch pitch revising our quidditch programme. Only a few days left till our first match, now!"

"Oh, I can barely wait to kick those dirty, cheating Slytherins' arses" – I said with glee.

"Mind your language, young lady!" – Oliver mocked.

"What? Like you don't feel the same…"

"There is one particular arse I'm looking forward to kicking, yes!" – he said shooting daggers at Marcus Flint, who was just entering the hall, looking just as smug as usual.

"That reminds me, what IS he still doing here, anyway? Wasn't he supposed to have graduated last year?"

"Yes, he was… but Flint is not famous for being very claver, is he? Failed his NEWT's the thick bastard."

"Figures…"

"It would have been good getting rid of him once and for all, but let's be positive: at least it gives us one last change to defeat him."

"Kick his pathetic arse!" – I corrected grinning.

"Well, if you two are done talking about Slytherins' arses," – Jen said from across the table. – "What do you say we go to the carriages? They're already leaving to Hogsmead."

"Brilliant!" – I replied getting up and Oliver followed, but not before grabbing two pieces of toast.

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Brilliant! Hogsmead was just brilliant! First, the girls, Oliver and myself went to Honeydukes. My sugar supply was running low and, TRUST ME, I'm not the loveliest person to be around with when I don't have any sweets. On the other hand, chocolate is a sure way to winning my heart. I bought two packs of sugar quills, a pound of Honeydukes' Best Chocolate, a huge bag of Every Flavour Beans, a few chocoballs, loads of toffee, a large chunk of nougat and some Fizzing Whizbees. It did cost quite a lot and Charlie did take the piss out of me about me "opening my own shop or something", but I didn't know when there would be another trip to Hogsmead, so I didn't want to take any chances on running out of sweets. You can't blame a girl for being cautious! I was so loaded with bags that Oliver had to help me carrying some of them, along with his own, but he didn't seem to mind.

After that, he and I decided to go to Quidditch Supplies for, obviously, new quidditch supplies. Since Charlie and Jen weren't that crazy about quidditch, they went to the Three Broomsticks for some butterbeers and we agreed to meet them there an hour later. After one hour, I had already bought everything I needed and was ready to go. Oliver, however, wasn't even half way done. He could be a pain when in Captain Obsessed mode. Then again, I couldn't really complain, I spent a good load of time in Honeydukes and he was the only one who didn't complain. Not even once… Sometimes I even wondered if he was real. Most people only knew him for his quidditch obsession, but only 'cause they didn't know him at all. I knew him better and he was much more than that, sometimes he could be too sweet to be true.

I was brought back to reality – my mind tends to wander a LOT! – by none other than Oliver himself, poking me and asking me about which glove I thought he should buy. After roughly an hour, he was finally satisfied with his purchase so we stepped out of the shop and headed to the Three Broomsticks. Once in the streets, I started to shake a bit, it was getting colder rather fast. Noticing that, Wood simply took of his cloak and threw it around my shoulder. I did say it wasn't necessary, but he insisted. His cloak was, as expected, a tad too big for me, but wearing it felt incredibly good. It smelled just like him and I had been growing quite fond of Oliver's scent for the last couple of weeks.

When we got to the pub, we saw not only Jen and Charlie, but also Fred, George, Lee, Alicia and Angelina sitting at a large table in the back. They had kindly saved us both sits. We hung out there for more than two hours, just chatting, drinking some butterbeers and avoiding anything the twins offered us, as any reasonable person would have done, knowing they had just been to Zonko's.

 As it started to get dark, we decided it was time to go back to the castle and get ready for the Halloween feast later on. Before we left, the boys all kindly paid the bill and refused to take any money from me or any of the girls. Who would have known that even the Weasley twins could be gentlemen every once in a while…

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The Halloween feast was just as flawless as it had always been. The decoration was magical as always and the food… blessed little creatures those house elves! However, things started to get dodgy when we went back to Gryffindor Tower. As I approached the hall that led to the Portrait Hole with Oliver, Jen and Charlie right by my side, we started to notice an unusual commotion going on. As we moved closer, we saw that the hall was packed with students that, for some reason, stood outside our common room.

"What happened?" – Jennifer asked for a 5th year prefect standing a bit ahead of us.

"I don't know!" – was all he could answer. He looked just as puzzled as everybody else.

Then we heard Percy's voice:

"Somebody get Professor Dumbledore. Quick."

A few moments after that, Dumbledore appeared; Professors McGonagall, Lupin and Snape right behind him; and quickly made his way through the small crowd. As people stepped aside to make way for Dumbledore we could see what had happened. Like many others did, I couldn't help gasping at the sight: the Fat Lady was gone and her empty painting was completely slashed, great chunks of it missing.

Just after Dumbledore asked McGonagall to go to Filch and ask him to search every painting in the castle, we heard a familiar cackling voice:

"You'll be lucky." – Peeves, the poltergeist, said floating above our heads.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" – Dumbledore asked calmly. How did he manage to remain so calm was beyond my understanding.

"Ashamed, Your Headship, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Saw her running through the landscape up on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between trees. Crying something dreadful. Poor thing." Peeves's sarcasm and happy tone was disturbing.

"Did she say who did it?" The Headmaster asked quietly.

"Oh yeas, Professorhead. He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you see. Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.

Seen the shock and afraid looks in everyone's faces, including my own, Dumbledore led all the Gryffindors back to the Great Hall where, ten minutes later, we were joined by the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and, unfortunately, the Slytherins. All of who looked utterly confused.

As the doors were closed, he said that the other teachers and him would conduct a search through the castle and that he felt it was safer if we all spent the night there. He said the Prefects were to stand guard over the entrances to the hall and left the Head Boy and Girl in charge. He was about to leave when he began speaking again:

"Oh, yes, you'll be needing…"

And, with a wave of his wand he made the house tables fly to the edges of the hall and stand against the walls. Then, with another wave, hundreds of squashy purple sleeping bags appeared in the floor.

"Sleep well" – he said before leaving.

As soon as he left, the hall erupted with voices from the Gryffindors, telling the rest of the school what had happened. Charlie and Jen went to look for our other roommates, to make sure they were ok and Oliver and I started telling a scared group of Hufflepuff first years what was going on. A few moments later, though, Humongous Bighead Percy shouted.

"Everyone into their sleeping bags! Come on now, no more talking! Lights out in ten minutes!" – he could be SUCH a prat sometimes! If it weren't for the trademark red hair, I'd even wonder if he was really a Weasley!

"Kats, I'm going to look for Harry. I think it's better if I sleep nearby, want to make sure nothing happens to him. Come with me?" – Oliver asked in a low voice.

"Is that really necessary, Oliver? I mean, I doubt that Sirius Black will manage to sneak into the Great Hall just like that… but even if he does, what good will WE do against a mass murderer?"

"It's not Black that worries me! It's these Slytherins all over the place! It would be just like them to try and injure our seeker just a few days before the game, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I must admit you do have a point!"

"Besides, I'd feel much better if I was close to you, as well! Don't want to take any chances with that nasty Marcus Flint wandering about!"

"Did I just hear my name?" – we turned around as we heard a voice from behind us. Speaking of the devil…

"Go away, Flint! There's nothing of your concern here." – I spat.

"Whoa, where are you manners, Bell?"

"Cut the crap, Flint, what do you want?" – Oliver said with a thick Scottish accent. His accent always got heavier when he was mad.

"You too, Wood?! I'd expect better manners from Hogwarts favourite couple…" – Flint said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm going to say it again, 'cause you're probably too thick to understand things the first time. No wonder you failed your last year… there's nothing of your concern here, Flint, so either tell us what the hell it is that you want or LEAVE!" – I ended through greeted teeth. Flint stared at me for a couple of second, hatred filling his eyes, before he turned his gaze to Oliver and spoke again.

"Well, I heard rumours about SOMEONE ridiculing me in Defence Against the Dark Arts… it's not nice to make fun of people, Wood." – Flint said moving a step closer to Oliver – "And I, most certainly will not have a bunch of dirty Gryffindors laughing at me."

I could see Oliver's jaw began to tremble. I feared he'd punch Flint any second, now.

"Get a grip, Flint! Oliver has nothing to do with people laughing at you. Yeah, maybe the pink towel and shower cap helped a bit, but what really caused us to laugh was your ugly, near deformed face! So, if you want to blame someone for our laughter, you'll have to have a word with Mother Nature."

Flint turned to stare at me again and I felt Oliver's left arm wrapping around my waist protectively and pulling me closer to him. I could see in Flint's eyes that he felt like slapping my face. That look scared me, but I refused to let it show.

"Watch you chaser, Wood!" – he said turning to Oliver again. – "I would if I were you…"

Flint started to leave, then turned around again and added, with a sick grin.

"Oh, and Wood… good luck with your first game."

"Are you ok, Kats?" – Oliver asked with a soft voice, stepping in front of me and looking into my eyes.

I nodded and looked down to the floor, fighting back the tears.

"There, there…" – he said hugging me. – "Don't worry about that bloody git, Kit-Kat, I'm here and I won't let him get anywhere near you."

I nodded again, feeling much safer, and whispered "Thank you", leaning my head in his shoulder.

"Don't mention it!" – he said looking at me and smiling. – "Now, let's go look for Harry?"

"Ok!" – I agreed and we grabbed two sleeping bags then went looking for the boy. We found him in a corner, lying with his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and decided to sleep a few feet away from them. Harry probably wouldn't like it if he knew Oliver's intentions, so we thought it better to keep a safe distance. As soon as we laid down, we heard Percy shouting again.

"The lights are going out not! I want everyone in their sleeping bags and no more talking."

After the lights went out, I could see, thanks to the silvery light coming from the ghosts, Oliver looking at me, his eyes full of concern.

"What's wrong, Ollie?"

"I was just thinking about something Flint said…"

"Forget about that git, Ollie! Nothing that comes from his mouth is worth even listening to, least of all worrying about."

"I know, but… right before he left, he said 'good luck with your first game'… now why would he say that?"

"He was just being sarcastic."

"No, that's not it… what got to me was the 'YOUR' bit. What did he mean by that? As far as I know, we're playing Slytherin, so that doesn't make any sense."

"What, you think he's up to something?"

"Well, that would be just like him, wouldn't it?"

"It would… but don't worry about it now, Ollie. It's been a long day and we could all use some rest. And if he's really planning something, we will find out."

"Yeah, you're probably right…"

"I'm always right, Wood!" – I joked, smiling.

"Whatever you say, Bell…" – he said laughing.

"Good night, Ollie."

"Night, Kats!" – he said kissing my forehead and moved a bit closer to me, as we both fell asleep.

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A/N: And another chapter done! This one's quite long, hope you all like it! I was to post this yesterday, but I had some Internet issues. Thankfully, it's all solved now. I can't promise, but I'll try to finish the next chapter today and upload it later… on Chapter 7 we'll have… QUIDDITCH MATCH! Cheers…