I know you people don't want angst, but you'll just have to deal for the next few chapters! Romance will eventually come along have no fears. But will it be a Katie/Oliver romance? *cue evil music* Bwahhahaahaha! You'll just have to keep waiting for updates now won't you?! But this is a very predictable story - or is it? – and you'll all like the ending, so there.

And sorry about having the bimbo in the beginning, I had to do it, I really did. It was the little voices, I swear. So don't hate me! And don't mind the swearing in this chapter. I hope I don't offend anyone.

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Chapter Twelve: Surprise

"Rory?!" Katie choked out, "What are you doing here?" But Katie didn't really want to know the answer. Rory was standing in the doorway with nothing on except a superior look on her face and a sheet around her slender body.

"Well, what do you think Katie?" she answered as she twisted a lock of bright red hair around her index finger.

"You... You were supposed to be my friend," Katie said, tears coming to her eyes.

"I'm SO sorry," she said insincerely, "Oliver needed me just a bit more then you did."

"Who are you talking to Rory?" Katie heard Oliver ask.

Katie kicked open the door. "Me," she said staring at him directly in the eye.

Oliver got out of bed and wrapped a blanket around himself. "Katie," he said.

She shook her head and ran down the stairs and out of the common room.

"Oh well," Rory said as she watched Katie disappear, "No big deal." Rory shut the door.

"Get out Rory. Just leave," Oliver said as he dressed.

"Excuse me. Who cares? She's back with Davies!" Rory said hysterically, her deep brown eyes going all crazy, "I'm not going to let all my hard work go down the drain!" She covered her mouth when she realized what she had blurted out. That wasn't supposed to come out.

"WHAT!" Oliver roared, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing," Rory said in a scared voice. She recoiled as Oliver stormed over to her.

"Tell me now Rory! What did you just say?"

"I'm sorry Oliver!" she exclaimed.

"I can't believe you would set Katie up like that. You are the biggest, most cold-hearted bitch in this school! How could you do that?" Oliver yelled. He bolted out of the room and downstairs to the common room.

"What did you do to her?" Angelina hollered when she saw Oliver.

"Ange, where did she go?" Oliver asked.

"I'm never going to let you near her. There's no way in hell I'm telling you where she is! How could you Oliver? I had to beat it into her head that you were a good guy. I can't believe I actually thought that. She was right, you are a bastard!" Angelina hissed spitefully.

"I know. I totally am, I'm a huge idiot. Please just tell me where she is. Fred? George?" Oliver looked at the twins and they shook their heads angrily. "Ange, Alicia please. She needs to hear me out."

"Like you needed to hear her out?" Alicia said coldly, something that was not of her character, "After everything you two have done. I thought you had really cleaned your act up. Do you remember New Years'? Do you really think she'd go back to Davies after that? She was ecstatic for days Oliver. She couldn't shut up about it."

"So let me find her!" he exclaimed, getting more upset by the minute.

"Fine. But she won't want to see you," Angelina said and moved out of his way.

"Thank you so much Angie," Oliver replied and rushed out of the common room.

***

Katie stood on the hill overlooking the Quidditch Pitch. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She knew he was mad, but she didn't think that he was mad enough to sleep with someone whom she thought was her friend. After everything he had done for her. They were so close to being together and now it was gone. The tears flowed more heavily down her cheeks. "Why does this always happen to me?" she asked softly looking up at the star-filled sky. It was so similar to that night by the lake. "I can't believe how stupid I am."

"You're not the stupid one Katie, I am," Oliver said gently to her back.

"What do you want? Shouldn't you be off fucking Rory?!" Katie said, venom dripping from every word.

"NO! I should be with you. Her and Davies had set this all up. Katie let's just talk. Please," Oliver said to her in tears.

"Well I tried to talk Wood. You had the chance to listen, but you didn't. You know why I smiled right before he kissed me? I smiled because I told him I had found someone who really cared about me. You! It WAS you. Now, I hate you! I can't believe I was actually falling for you! I actually trusted you," Katie said and then broke down totally. She started to walk away.

"Katie, please come back!" Oliver called to her, tears running down his face.

"Oliver, if you have any respect left for me left, you'll leave me alone," she called back, not even bothering to turn around. She just kept walking.

***

Oliver sat on the hill for the rest of the night. He didn't care about the cold. He didn't care about Quidditch anymore. All he could think about were the words that she had said. 'I hate you!' 'I can't believe I was actually falling for you!' 'I actually trusted you.' Tears came to his eyes again and it became hard to swallow. The last comment hurt him the most. She HAD trusted him. He would never touch another woman again, unless it was Katie. His tears started to fall as the sun started to rise. He hated himself more then any other time. But he knew he had brought it on himself.

"Oliver?" the small girly voice of Alicia Spinnet said. He looked back at her, not bothering to wipe the tears away. "Oh Oliver!" she exclaimed and she rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"She hates me, doesn't she," he said groggily, like he hadn't spoke in years.

"No! Goodness no. Oliver, she likes you so much. But she's extremely pissed off, and we all know how Katie is when she's pissed off," Alicia said in her calm tone.

"I'll never have her now. I've ruined the best thing that's ever come along. I'll never touch another woman again, unless it's Katie," he said sobbing.

"I'm going to hold that to you Oliver, you know that right?" Alicia said.

He laughed. "Good. Put a bell on me so you always know where I am," he said.

"Don't tempt me Wood," she said smiling comfortingly, "Now we need to get you inside. You need to warm up and you need some food. Then you should go to sleep."

"Good idea," he said and got up. They walked along in silence until they were almost at the castle. Then Oliver turned toward her. "Thank you Alicia. I really appreciate it," he said and hugged her.

"I only did it because Katie needs you," she said and the two walked into the castle.

***

Katie woke up miserable. She didn't even want to move. She looked around her dorm, and no one was there except Alicia, who was staring at her.

"Morning," she said.

"Morning," Katie replied, thankful it was a Saturday.

"Can we talk?" she asked. Katie nodded. "It's about Oliver," Alicia added.

"What is there to say?" Katie said, feeling like she wanted to cry.

"He wants you. He feels so terrible," Alicia said to her.

"Well too bad. He really screwed himself over," Katie said back, pushing the tears and pain down.

"I know. We all know. But he's vowed to not touch another woman unless it's you. And I know you still want him," Alicia said.

"I know! But I'll get over it," Katie said.

"You two need to talk," Alicia exclaimed as Katie got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

"No. We don't. Discussion closed," Katie replied and shut the bathroom door.

***

Angelina wouldn't even look at Oliver at breakfast, although he was sitting right across from her.

"Morning Angelina," he said meekly.

She looked up at him and glared evilly. "Don't talk to me," she said and turned back to her food.

Katie entered the Great Hall and saw Oliver. She shut her eyes for a moment as her heart broke in two and burst with affection for him at the same time. She hated the feeling it gave her inside. It was so confusing. It just didn't seem right.

He saw Katie as she entered. God she was beautiful. But when he looked at her eyes, they were filled with pain. He hated himself for doing what he had done. He wished he could take it all back and just have listened to her. But he hadn't. He looked down at his food, for if he stared at her much longer, he would have started to cry again.

He watched her walk over to the Gryffindor table out of the corner of his eye and then sit beside Angelina. She wouldn't even look at him. The tears started to make their way out again. He noticed her whisper something into Angelina's ear and the two rose from the table and walked out of the hall.

"What's up? How are you this morning?" Angelina questioned.

"Shitty," Katie replied and the girls chuckled. "I still want him. I wish it would all go away," Katie told her.

"Oh honey. I don't know what to say," Angelina said hugging her best friend.

"That's a first. Do you really not know what to say, or do you just not what to say?" Katie asked, her smile true.

"Just not want to say," Angelina replied, "Last time I tried to help you, I put you here."

"I put myself here. I love how you tried, but I guess we just weren't meant to be," Katie said.

"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe you'll forgive him," Angelina said.

"I'd like to, but he'll have to work really hard for me to. He really messed up," Katie said, "He's vowed not to touch another woman, unless it's me. Did you know that?"

"Really. Didn't he say that before?" Angelina said skeptically.

"I know. But I don't. Does that make sense?" Katie asked.

"Yes it does. I think you should think about what you really want. And if you want to forgive him, then just do it," Angelina said.

The two girls continued to walk and talk around the inside of the castle until lunch was ready. After much discussion and much thinking Katie knew what she wanted to do. But there was only one thing holding her back: her pride.