Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, sadly. But I am the ruler of the little pink moles, so that makes it up kind of.

Summary for this chapter : Kevin signs, all the while meeting (unfortunately) with her ex boyfriend. There is going to be a ball, in which Kevin will…. Oh! Wait, that's the next chapter. Never mind!

Author's Notes: Um, yea. Sorry for the short chapter. I've been a little busy lately. But that's ok. Right? Right?! RIGHT?!? I really need to stop typing that….

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"I can't believe that you said that to him!" Annabelle yelled, plopping down on the couch. "I mean, Oliver Wood is the sweetest man you will ever meet."

I sighed, plopping my face into my hands. "I know!" I said, sounding upset. "But in my own defense, I have to tell you that I was upset over Alex, and Oliver mentioning him wasn't doing me any good."

We were over at my house, fooling around and just hanging out. We used to do that when we were at Hogwarts, spreading gossip and lounging on our beds until it was ten minutes until lights out and we had to go back to our own houses. At that time, we were both very upset that we weren't in the same house, always moaning to our other friends that we missed each other. Things had changed over the years a bit, for the better; we had more ice cream to go around.

After I was done changing out of my borrowed uniform and boots and was back into my other borrowed clothes, I walked out into the pitch again, wondering if they were still going to be rejoicing. I soon found out that they were indeed still out on the field, only the rejoicing was pretty much done with. Instead, they were all standing pretty much how I left them, all in a circle, all talking about the "remarkable" save I did.

"Did you see how she was flat across the handle?" The other girl, Katie Bell, I learned later, said, awe in her voice. "I've never see anyone do it that well before. I mean, sure, Harry was great at dives and such, but the only time I ever saw him do that, he pretty much flipped right over the end."

"Well," Bob said smugly. "You should have seen what she did in her first professional match. She hung upside down with only one leg, caught the Snitch, and then spun around until she had righted herself. It was bloody brilliant."

"It sounds like it was quite a show," Elizabeth replied. "Is she always that good with catches, I wonder? What do you think, Oliver?"

This was the only time that I had heard Oliver addressed the entire time I had been at the meeting. At first, I hadn't even known that he was in the room, the entire meeting actually. It seemed to me that he liked to keep to himself and focus on Quidditch, which pretty much matched with what I had heard about him.

"Uh," He said unintelligently in his Scottish brogue. "I don't really know. I mean, no one can be that good all the time, can they? Especially someone blind."

Long ago, I had told myself that comments like that didn't hurt me, unless they were from dicks like Alex Stiller. But when someone used it in that tone, like they really didn't know, it bothered me. It bothered me because it showed just how ignorant people were and how they just assumed certain things.

But even though I had taught and told myself that long ago, his comment still stung.

"Well," Bob said, coming to my rescue. "I don't really know if that's true, but Kevin is an exception to every rule."

Now, to tell you the truth, I didn't know if this was a compliment. Still don't actually, but at any rate, this was when I decided to make my presence known. "Aw, thanks, Bob. I knew you loved me, but that brought tears to my eyes." I pretended to swipe away at fake tears.

This little action caused several reactions. One was that Oliver, Elizabeth, and two other people I didn't know laughed. Another was that Tim let out a startled but happy yell, and said loudly, "Ah! There she is! I wondered if she secretly ran away and was afraid to sign with us." And the last was many people started on about my "superb Quidditch skills." And there I was, lost in the middle of it all.

Lucky me.

"There's the woman of the hour!" Some unsystematic person exclaimed. "The one that's going to win us the Cup!"

Here was the point that I wanted to ask them if they realized that they had, in fact, already won the Quidditch Cup, but refrained from doing so, just barely. I wouldn't want to say anything that would make them want to reevaluate their decision on making me Seeker. Actually, someone else said something along those lines, helping me get the answer I was looking for.

"We already did win the Cup, don't forget, Rufus." The man had a melodic voice, and I suddenly thought that I was talking to a man that san rather than said.

"Yes, I did realize that, James. But you need to remember that Potter got the Snitch almost before we scored that last goal. We would've tied had it not been for Elizabeth's dumb luck."

"I hardly think that that is relevant," Elizabeth said, sounding scandalized. "It was more than dumb luck on my part, thank you very much. It was my skill and the fact that I am a…."

"An idiot?" Inquired a loud voice. I closed my eyes, hoping against hope that it wasn't who I thought it was. I silently prayed, hoping God would hear me. "Or was I the only one who got that memo?"

"Ah! Dustin!" Cried Katie happily. "I haven't seen you for ages! How have you been?"

"Great," was his noncommittal answer. "Perfectly peachy."

"That's good," Elizabeth replied, and, despite his earlier comment, she seemed to be smiling.

"Yea, I guess." He clapped his hands together. "So I just decided to stop by. Anything new happening?"

"Why yes!" Tim replied, sounding ecstatic. "We were just about to sign on a new Seeker. Absolutely marvelous, she is."

"Really?" Dustin said slowly, sounding interested. "And who, may I ask, is the luck lady?"

"Well, she's right here." There was a pause that I guessed he turned around and pointed to me in. "Dustin, may I introduce you to…?"

"Kevin," Dustin said softly, barely above a whisper.

"Troung," I replied simply. "How are you?"

"I think you can do better than that for an old friend," Dustin said in what he probably thought was an appealing voice, but was actually quite annoying.

"I probably could," I said, trying to repress the urge to glare. "If you were my friend."

"That stings, Kevin."

"Yea, well, get over it."

I could tell that he was about to say something in response to this, but was, thankfully, interrupted by Oliver saying pointedly. "Not to intrude or anything but," he paused for a moment. "How exactly do you two know each other?"

Before I was able to reply, Dustin said in this totally nonplused voice, "We used to go out." I couldn't stop the shudder.

"And trust me," I said before anyone could respond to this shocking information. "It wasn't the greatest of times for me."

This took another couple minutes for them to process this information, and when they were done, Elizabeth asked me, as if I were crazy, "But why? Dustin is just a doll."

I snorted. "Yea, right. To you maybe, but it's all really just a very perfect façade that he sets up."

"What do you mean?" Asked Katie. "Was he bad in the relationship or something?"

"Oh, I don't know. If you think that…."

"Marital problems," Dustin said quickly, never one to set up a bad example of himself. "It was all just a bunch marital problems." I snorted in response, but said nothing.

Dustin and mine's break up had nothing to do with marital problems. It was all over his inability to commit, and his relationship fears. Actually, it was more the fact that he cheated on me that started the break up, and once it was done with, I realized that he was had many problems that he was too fearful to admit.

"Alright-y then," Tim said with a clap of his hands. "Shall we get on with the paperwork? It's going to take a good hour or two, and there are still things that we need to discuss."

We all agreed that that was probably the best way to go about things, and headed up to Tim's office. Through the entire thing, Dustin stayed, obviously knowing that he was getting to me. He even had the nerve to hug me along with everyone else once I was done signing, and he didn't let go of me strait away either like everyone else had.

After that, we talked for a while, just sitting around and talking about team/player-statistics along with Quidditch in general. It was a good hour or two before I told everyone that I had to get home and feed Butch and call a friend. I put emphasis on "friend", hoping to wig Dustin out a bit, but I didn't know, not then anyway, if it had worked. Just as I was about to leave, Tim stopped me by saying, "Oh! I almost forgot."

I stopped in the doorway, "Yes?"

"Well," Tim said smiling. "On account of you signing with us, we are going to hold an inauguration ball. It's to take place on Wednesday. The press will be there and stuff. I hope to see you there."

"Of course I'll be there," I assured him. "Wouldn't miss it." Then I smiled, a cunning plan forming. "Can I bring a date?"

Tim seemed surprised, for there was a short silence. After a couple seconds, he said, "Of course. If that pleases you."

I smiled again and said, as I walked out the door, "It does please me." I waved. "Good bye!"

I got to the hallway that lead off to the Apparation Point when I realized someone was following me. Thinking that it was going to be Tim or someone running up to tell me something that they forgot, I stopped. I learned, however, that it was someone that I didn't want to talk to.

"Kevin!" Dustin called. "Wait up a moment!"

Instead, I kept walking and flipped him off, hoping he would get the message that I didn't want to talk to him. He didn't.

"Dammit, Kevin!" He yelled as he caught up with me, yanking my wrist. "I told you to wait up a moment."

Now, I can hardily be held accountable for what I did next. After all, I was very angry with Alex, and I was upset that I took that out on Oliver. So, all in all, I was a jumble of emotions.

So I hit it. And I don't mean the, "I'm a girl so I'm going to hurt you with my nails," hit either. I'm talking about the, "you are a son-of-a-bitch, and I hate you," kind of hit. I guess I must have hit him a little too hard, for the next minute he sounded like he was holding his jaw when he said, "You bitch! How dare you hit me?"

I didn't give him the satisfaction of answering that question, but I did have the heart to say, "Have a nice life, Dustin!"

As I walked away, I heard him go…..

"Hello! Earth to Kevin!" Annabelle said, waving a hand in my face, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I asked intelligently. "Were you saying something?"

She huffed and probably crossed her chest with her arms. "No. I wasn't saying anything of importance." She stressed on the word which led me to believe that she was probably thinking about clothes.

"Ok," I said. "Now I know that you were trying to tell me something important. I'm sorry. Now can you tell me what you were saying?"

"Ok," Annabelle said, happy once again. "I was just wondering who you were going to take to the ball."

I smiled, remembering what I was thinking when I asked Tim about the whole date thing. I slowly inched my arm around Annabelle's shoulders.

"Hey baby," I said, my voice a purr. "How would you like to go with a sexy, eligible woman?" I raised my eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh no!" Annabelle said, putting her hands in front of her face. "Oh, no, no, no, no. As much as I love you and all that good stuff, I am not going to go to a ball with you." And then she got up to clear up our empty bowls of ice cream.

"Please, Annie?" I asked her, pouting. "It's not like they are going to think we're gay or anything. They already know that I dated Dustin."

"Yea, and he's enough of a girl to make people think otherwise."

"Annabelle," I said sadly, not wanting to result to this. "If you don't go with me, I swear to God that I'll tell Oliver that you have had the biggest crush on him since our second year."

"Ahh!" She yelled, running from the kitchen to the couch and landing with a plop next to me. "You wouldn't dear."

"Oh?" I asked angelically. "Wouldn't I?"

"No," she said just as smugly as I did not moments before. "You won't, or else I'll tell everyone that you liked Professor Snape our entire Hogwarts career,"

I waved that off. "Everyone already knows about that. And yes," I said to the dubious look I knew Annabelle was giving me. "Even Severus knows it."

There was a long silence in which she groaned, and I knew I won. "Fine," she said, not sounding the least bit happy. "I'll go with you. But you got to let me dress however I like."

"Ok then, love," I said jokingly, settling it all. "But look on the bright side, at least Oliver will be there."

I knew at this point that she sent me a glare to kill all, but that was OK. I was the new Puddlemere Seeker, after all.

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Hello everybody! Sorry about the small chapter. I haven't really had the time to write, unless I go to the library, which is a half an hour walk away. So yea.

And sorry about the little bit of Oliver in this chapter! But I think that you will forgive in the next chapter, when I have Oliver galore!

Okee day then. I gotta go. But review. Please?

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Ok, this is just hurting my fingers. So I'm going to stop now, seeing as I think you got the point.

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