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Closure: Part 2

Oliver lay in his bed, unable to sleep. His mind simply refused to allow him to relax. It seemed that whenever he started to doze, Katie would pop into his mind. He felt guilty for not visiting since the rather embarrassing incident of being found asleep together by Angelina. She would probably think he was avoiding her.

He rolled over and glanced at his alarm clock. The glaring red light informed him that it was ten o'clock. Unless Katie had changed very drastically in the past two years, she would still be awake.

The fireplace seemed to be beckoning him, telling him to floo to Dumbledore's office and be transported to Katie's flat.

He forced his eyes shut and attempted to think of something else, but the effort was in vain. Everything related back to Katie.

Quidditch, chaser, Katie

Chocolate, hot chocolate, hot, tea, Katie

Voldemort, Slytherin, Draco, mud-blood, Katie

With a groan of frustration, he threw back his covers, grabbed his wand off the table and headed for the fireplace.

"Dumbledore's office!" he shouted, tossing the floo powder down and stepping inside.

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Katie hugged her pajama clad legs to her chest as she stared out the window at the city. George had left an hour ago, feeling better than when he had arrived. She, on the other hand, felt like an emotional train wreck.

"Katie, are you ok?"

She turned her head to see Oliver standing in her kitchen doorway, a look of concern on his face. She swiped frantically at a few tears that had squeezed themselves from her eyes.

"I'm fine."

"Liar," he said, sitting down at the other end of the window seat, "I can tell something is wrong."

At that moment, the stress weighed too heavily on her shoulders, pushing her over the edge. Alicia, Denmark, George, solitude,  and a month's worth of pain came flowing out in a deluge of tears. Oliver simply wrapped his arms around her as sobs wracked her body. His gesture was well appreciated.

After about thirty minutes, her tears subsided to a few small hiccups. She pulled back and looked up at him.

"I think I ruined your shirt."

He looked down at the green cotton that now had a large wet dark patch on the shoulder.

"It'll dry," he told her and gently wiped away a stray tear with his thumb, "Besides, I think you needed a good cry."

"It was George," she told him, "He came over and asked if Alicia had ever liked him, said he needed to know to move on."

"I think he was right," Oliver agreed, "I also think you haven't moved on yourself."

She shook her head.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, "I think it might help."

"That's what Dumbledore keeps telling me," she sighed, "Maybe I should take his advice."

"I'll even make you a cup of hot chocolate," he offered.

A soft chuckle left her mouth. "Isn't that my line?"

He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I think I can find my way around a kitchen. Why don't you just move to the couch? It might be more comfortable."

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Katie wrapped a blanket around herself as she waited for Oliver to return with the hot chocolate. It felt weird to have someone else looking after her. After being alone for so long it felt odd, but she was grateful to him. He was the kind of guy any girl would be lucky to have.

She shook her head at the thought and reminded herself who she was talking about. This was Oliver Wood, the Quidditch obsessed boy who scheduled practices at the most insane times possible.

"One cup of hot chocolate coming up," he handed her the cup and saucer, "I'm afraid it's not quite as good as yours though."

She took a sip. "It's perfect."

He grinned, pleased with the compliment. Katie had always been obsessed with hot chocolate and extremely particular about how hers was fixed. She allowed him to put his arm around her and lay her head on his shoulder.

"Are you cold?" she asked, "I'm perfectly willing to share my blanket."

"I'm fine, but I do want to hear what's wrong."

The familiar look of pain crossed her eyes.

"I feel selfish," she explained, "When I was told I had to go into hiding all I thought about was 'What if Voldemort found me?' 'How was I going to survive without going shopping or just hanging out with friends?' Not once did I ever ask myself 'What if my friends or family die?' I'm a bloody selfish prat."

She could feel his hand moving slowly up and down her arm, the forefinger tracing a design.

"You're not selfish," he told her, "I would have thought the same things."

"I thought if I just worked hard enough I'd forget about it, but obviously that doesn't work." Her voice was growing softer. "I can barely sleep anymore."

He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. It was soft like her skin. Startled by the thought, he pushed it away.

"You can't blame yourself, you know. Not everything is controllable."

The feeling of his hands lightly tugging on her hair as it was twisted around his fingers soothed her. The combination of that and the hot chocolate was beginning to make her very drowsy. She held back a yawn.

"Was the funeral nice?"

"It was beautiful, exactly the way she would have wanted it," he assured her.

"Not too fancy?"

"Incredibly simple."

"Oliver," she whispered.

"Yes?"

"Were you mad at me for leaving?"

He paused for a second to think about her question.

"In the beginning," he answered after a minute, "but I didn't know what had happened. You just disappeared. Now I understand."

"I'm sorry."

He glanced down to see that she was beginning to doze off and he was beginning to feel tired himself.

"I should probably go before we have a repeat of the last time I visited."

"I think you may be right."

She moved so that he could get up.

"I'll be back soon," he promised.

A small smile crossed her lips.

"I hope so."

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