A/N: Thanks to my reviewers, Kathy and p0pptartt. I'll try to make them a bit longer! I was having a bit of a brain fart yesterday, so let's just say that Chapter 1 was like a teaser. Anyway, on to chapter two. I don't own anything, so don't sue – I can't afford another law suit!

Chapter 2: Welcome Back

The horn on the Hogwarts Express had just sounded, signaling that we had five minutes to get on, when suddenly I heard the faint yelling of, "Katie? Katie! KATIE!" Turning my gaze towards the direction of the unearthly bellowing, I spotted my friend and fellow Gryffindor chaser, Angelina Johnson – a 6th year.

"ANGIE!!!" I screamed happily, and closed the distance between us with a huge bear hug. For the record, the severity of it was her fault, not mine. We ran to board the train and found a compartment that only consisted of Fred and George Weasley.

"Hey Gred, Forge," I said, nodding to each one of them in turn. As expected, I was ignored, as they were deeply immersed in a bit of spare parchment.

"So Kates, what have you been up to? I haven't heard from you all summer!"

I started apologizing rather quickly, considering Angelina's well-known temper. "Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout that Ang'. Rather busy this summer y'know, what with the Falcons and the Wasps tournament and the month I spent with the Weasley's – "

" – You spent a month with the Weasley's?!? All of the Weasley's?" she interrupted suspiciously, but with a hint of amusement in her voice. Angelina was convinced that my fancying of Charlie Weasley (established in 1987, when he was a 7th year and I was but a 1st) was still intact.

"Charlie was in Romania. And don't get too worked-up. I didn't lay a finger on Fred."

At the mention of his name, Fred looked up. I could tell it was him because he had the "G" jumper on, and, as I'm sure we all know, the twins would do anything to confuse their mum.

"Well now Kates, don't forget about that night we spent under the stars – "

" – Shut up!" I yelled with a simultaneous roll of the eyes, only to be followed by a smug grin after I caught sight of the look on Angelina's face.

Then – inspiration hit me.

"After all, Fred, how could I..." I whispered – but loud enough for everyone to hear – with sensuality to my voice and my index finger skimming Fred's jaw line. After I winked quite seductively at my current partner in crime, four things happened at once: Fred burst out laughing, George (who had looked up around the time that Angelina's face started giving off heat) snorted, Angelina tutted but smiled just the same, and Oliver popped into the compartment. It wasn't until Fred's extremely contagious laughter had died down that everyone noticed him.

George did a double take when he looked towards my end of the compartment. "Sodding Merlin, Wood! When'd you get in here?"

"Around the time that Fred here went off the bloody deep end," I replied in monotone. I had just discovered the reason Oliver had decided to grace us with his presence. The laughter in my features was replaced with fear and my eyes widened considerably. I slowly started backing as far away from him as possible, shaking my head and muttering things like "No, oh Merlin, no" and "Have mercy Wood!" but to no avail.

"Alright, Bell. Since you look so eager, I'll let you play messenger," and with that he dragged me out into the corridor, with Angelina sending me looks of pity and the twins humming the funeral march.

30 MINUTES LATER

I walked back into the compartment deathly pale and drowsy with fatigue. Angelina was the first to speak.

"You alright, Kate?" "Yeah, what's it this year?" That time it was George.

"The Feint," I managed to croak.

The three of them exchanged confused looks Finally Fred said, "But, why would he lecture you on the Feint? I mean, you're a chaser, not a seeker."

"That's what I said!" I exclaimed wearily, but it was no use. After half an hour of discussing Quidditch plans with Oliver, the last think I wanted to do was repeat it. I just wanted to sit back with a nice bottle of Firewhiskey and let that be the end of it.

After the start of term feast, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Lee, Oliver and I were all gathered in the common room discussing Sirius Black and the dementors little escapade of the Hogwarts Express. Fred, George and Lee were all on one couch with their feet propped up on a coffee table, while Alicia sat on the floor getting her hair plaited by Angelina, who was in an armchair behind her, and I was laying on the floor with my head on a pillow and Oliver's head on my stomach.

"Well, I think Lupin looks rather fit, don't you all?" exclaimed Angelina rather suddenly, causing Alicia to nod her head in agreement (messing up her plait in doing so) and giggle profusely, while the boys merely rolled their eyes. My attention, however, was dwelling on the conversation Oliver held with he earlier about Quidditch plans.

"Oi, Oliver," I suddenly burst out, which made most of my company jump in surprise, considering my absence of input throughout the previous conversation. Oliver, however, remained in his previous position: eyes closed, a hint of a smirk on his face, head resting somewhere between my stomach and lower abdomen, and fingers subconsciously playing with my own.

"Oi, Katie," he replied mockingly.

Ignoring the slight jab, I went on.

"Why'd you lecture me on the Feint when Harry's the one who's supposed to practice it?"

His smirk grew wider, but everything else remained the same.

"Well?"

"No reason, really. I just love the way you get all worked up about having to sit through a 20 – "

"– 30!"

"– 30 minute Quidditch cram session with me."

I scowled at that. He was right, and I knew it. Out of all the players on the team – even the twins – I made the biggest fuss about Oliver's pep-talks.

"Yeah, well your secret's out now, so I doubt I'll be attending any more of these little 'cram sessions'."

Oliver simply shrugged (causing me to mutter 'Bugger' under my breath) and continued playing with my hands, and we left it at that. He, unlike me, was completely oblivious to the amused and maybe even exasperated looks the others were ending in our direction.