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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I'm poor so please don't sue.

Now, without further ado, the next chapter of Fly Away…

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Whipped Cream, Flour, and a Little Romance

It was a beautiful day with clear blue skies. A soft breeze gently lifted Katie's hair as she let her legs dangle into the crisp, cool water of the lake. She felt happy and at peace. Voldemort was gone and she could lead a normal life again.

"Katie," someone whispered softly in her ear.

She turned her head and smiled as she realized it was Oliver. He sat down beside her, allowing his feet to also touch the water. He cupped her face in her hands and slowly brought his lips closer to her. She leaned forward, butterflies dancing in her stomach. She had been waiting for this moment for so long.

His lips touched hers and she felt as though she would melt with joy. One of his hands moved down to the small of her back and pulled her closer. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest. Suddenly, he pulled away. His mouth opened as though he wanted to say something.

Something pulled on Katie's hair roughly, jolting her awake. Her heart was still pounding and butterflies were dancing in her stomach, but they disappeared as soon as she realized she was alone in her flat, and Fawkes was flying around her excitedly.

"Damn it, Fawkes!" she cried out in exasperation.

He dropped a letter into her lap and landed on the bedpost, waiting for her to read it. She ripped open the envelope and pulled out a short piece of parchment.

Denmark has joined.

           

Dumbledore

Katie shrieked in excitement. Finally, after weeks of negotiations and bargaining, Denmark and England would fight side-by-side against Voldemort, and she was the one who had helped to bring them together. Even some of the more experienced Blue Flame members had failed where she had succeeded.

She grabbed a quill off her bedside table and quickly scribbled a message on the other side.

Received the wonderful news. Would like to see Oliver.

            Katie

She rolled the parchment up and carefully tied it to Fawkes's leg. He pecked at her hand as she did this, reminding her that he was supposed to receive a treat for his hard work.

"Patience, Fawkes," she murmured while taking out a biscuit from the tin.

He plucked it from her hands, grazing her palm with his beak, and swallowed it in one gulp before flying out through the chimney.

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Oliver lay on his couch throwing a quaffle aimlessly into the air, watching a Puddlemere United logo spin round. He missed the days when his job was to play the game that he loved. He missed flying through the air at breakneck pace with the wind blowing around him. He missed the days when his life was much simpler.

A loud pop on the other side of his couch startled him, causing him to roll off onto the floor with a loud thud.

"Feeling a bit jumpy today, Mr. Wood?" Dumbledore chuckled.

Oliver rubbed his forearm where a large bruise was already beginning to form and picked himself up off what he was dismayed to discover was a very dusty floor.

"I'm beginning to think you enjoy scaring us out of our wits."

Dumbledore merely smiled cryptically and changed the subject.

"Miss Bell is experiencing a bit of success with her career and asked that I bring you to her flat," he informed Oliver.

The news made being scared half to death and nearly breaking an arm worth it. In the months that they had been visiting Katie, she had never once made a request to see any of them. The fact that she wanted to share her success with him and not Fred, George or Angelina caused a smile to tug at his lips. He fought the urge back. One couldn't develop feelings for someone who was not allowed to return them. However, nothing said that he couldn't enjoy the close friendship they had developed over time.

"Just let me grab one thing and I'll be ready to go," he told the older wizard.

He ran to his kitchen and opened up one of the top cupboards where he had put a container of Honeyduke's hot chocolate mix and ran back, forgetting to close the cupboard back.

"All right, let's go."

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Katie was about to make hot chocolate when Oliver arrived.

"Boo," he whispered in her ear.

She let out a yelp, nearly dropping the mix in the process.

"Merlin, Oliver!"

He laughed and gave her a hug. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she buried her face in his neck. She loved the scent of his aftershave. It was impossible to describe, but it made her feel safe and comfortable.

"I brought you a present," he smiled and held out the Honeyduke's hot chocolate mix.

Her face lit up like a small child's at Christmas.

"I haven't been able to get this in forever!" she gasped, "They stopped making as much after the war started. It must have been expensive."

"It was no big deal," he told her with a shrug, "I had some extra money. I was going to give it to you for your birthday."

She kissed his cheek lightly and blushed, making him smile even more.

"I already have some milk heated up, we can try some now."

The milk began to foam as the mix hit it. She carefully stirred it with the wooden spoon until it became a rich chocolaty brown. He held out the mugs from the counter while she poured them both a drink.

"Would you like some whipped cream, too?" she asked, taking out a container from her refrigerator.

"Sure."

A mischievous look crossed her face and before Oliver could say anything, he was being sprayed with whipped cream. He searched around the kitchen for anything he could use in defense and spotted a ceramic can of flour. In one fluid motion, he pulled off the lid and flung a handful at Katie. She squealed in surprise. She hadn't expected him to fight back.

"No fair!" she laughed, sending a spray onto his chest.

"No fair? I was ambushed!"

He threw another handful of flour at her, hitting her squarely in the chest while she sent another stream of whipped cream down the back of his shirt.

"That's cold!" he gasped and smashed flour into her hair.

She gave a small shriek and tried to dodge him, but her foot landed on some of the whipped cream on the floor. She could feel her body falling downward, but two arms suddenly stopped her. Oliver pulled her small body up against his.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

She could feel his heart pounding in his chest and was quite sure hers was doing the same. They were both out of breath and panting. His dark brown eyes were staring straight into hers.

"Yeah," she managed to croak.

"Good," he whispered.

A loud crash caused them to jerk apart. Katie could feel her cheeks burning.

"We should probably clean up a bit," she suggested.

"Um, yeah," he quickly agreed, "before Dumbledore returns."

She turned around and tried to focus her attention on the flour spattered walls. Section 16, subparagraph A of her Blue Flame handbook ran repeatedly through her mind.

No member of the Blue Flame Order shall engage in romantic relationships…

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Ok, I'm trying to put up a chapter every week, but I have quite a few tests, a research paper, and finals coming up. School comes first, so don't worry that I've quit writing, I am DEFINITELY finishing this story. Thanks to all you reviewers, so keep sending them in. Special thanks to my beta, Karen, who has done a spectacular job of catching my errors and coming up with some great ideas.

Arianna