A/N: After reading my reviews, I have decided when to start upping the romance bit of the story. I'd tell you when, but that'll be cheating. Muchas gracias to pokethepenguin01, Atomic Elf, Pia O'Leary, Paradise-Unknown, Crying Pixie, AllysonKat, Mijy, sappjody, doubleJynx, Kathy, and AlAlalla for all the wonderful advice. Y gracias muy muy especiales to Lia06 for helping me find the ideal time to get Oliver and Katie romantic. I'm going with your suggestion.

Oh, and while this chapter will have no smut (I'm crap at writing it), it will have some innuendo. Not enough to make me have to change the rating, but I just figured I should tell you.

THIS IS THE SECOND VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER!!!

I changed a couple things in this chapter to try to clear up exactly how far they went, but also try and stop everyone from thinking Katie is some slag who would shag anyone and his brother.

Oh and to icriedwhensiriusdied: Supongo que usted puede ser mi beta. Remus recordó el M. a mí Xenakis realmente más que señora Lee, porque no es porque él basa los últimos mientras que es. Sí, muy tocan para empujar este extremo de señora Rodriguez ascendente, pero pienso las reservas en Corey la derecha de hacerla.

Chapter 6: Coping

Time had passed fairly quickly, and before I knew it, it was our first Quidditch match, Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff. Oliver had really been putting pressure on us, considering this was his last year to get the Cup. We were all nervous, but not as much as Harry. He was only 13, and had to get the snitch before Cedric Diggory, the 6th year Hufflepuff Quidditch captain did. He had a Nimbus 2000, which was a fairly good broom. It was no Firebolt, but it was good enough. Besides, he was the youngest Seeker in a century, a Potter, and the Boy-Who-Lived. We all figured that if he could beat You-Know-Who, he could beat Diggory.

"Alright lads," Oliver said in his signature Scottish brogue. "By the end of this year, the team as we know it will cease to exist. I have faith in all of you. I know you can do it, you know you can do it. You let's get out there and kick some Hufflepuff arse!" At this we all cheered and prepared to go outside onto the pitch. I walked over to Oliver, who was currently pulling on his cloak.

"It's pouring," he said to me.

"No more than it was last practice," I replied. I could see the anxiety etched into his face as he picked imaginary lint off of my uniform.

"Oliver,"

"..."

I took hold of his chin and tilted his head so that he was looking at me.

"Don't worry about winning, Ol. Just play your best."

At this he cracked a huge grin.

"Are you kidding, Kates? I'm in this to win." I smiled back and we shouldered our brooms, walking out onto the pitch.

POST – OUIDDITCH MATCH, THE IMFIRMERY

We lost.

We were all (except for Oliver, who was currently grieving in the locker room) in the hospital wing, standing over our unconscious Seeker.

"Looks like the Boy-Who-Lived is now the Boy-Who-Fainted," I said to break the silence. Ginny Weasley glared at me, but other that that, I got no reaction.

A few minutes later, Harry began to stir. When he asked what happened, I decided to leave. I didn't want to relive our defeat. I didn't want to admit that now we had a very slim chance of winning the Cup. I really didn't want to be the one to tell Harry about his broom, which was but a pencil and some sawdust when we found it. So I headed back to the changing rooms, subconsciously praying that Oliver hadn't hanged himself yet.

I arrived at the locker rooms and found that Oliver wasn't in there. I figured he was in the shower, so I took a seat on one of the benches and waited for him to come out.

10 or 15 minutes later, Oliver was still in the shower. I started getting really bored, so I figured, What the hell, and decided to go make sure he was okay.

When I walked through the door leading to the showers and saw that only one was occupied, I walked up to the curtain that covers it and knocked on the tile to the side of it.

"Yeah?" I heard a groggy reply.

"So, am I gonna have to get you that mourning sickness potion after all?" I asked over the sound of rushing water.

"It's a possibility."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "and, please don't blame Harry. It's not his fault."

He pulled the curtain back a bit that way we could see each other, but kept the water running. Your eyes on his, Bell. Your eyes on his. He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "I wasn't going to. It's Diggory who deserves to be blames. That cheating, conniving, son of a – "

"If Diggory was the one who fainted you would have a completely different outlook on this, you know," I interrupted accusingly.

"Yes, but that's different."

"How?"

"Because he would've had another chance!" he suddenly shouted. It was quite a feeble attempt to be intimidating, mind you, but it made me jump none the less.

"He's got two years to win the Cup, Katie, and I..." he trailed off, his voice no more than a whisper by the end.

"Don't," I finished for him.

"Yeah, I don't. We've got a brilliant team, Katie, but there are just so many obstacles..."

"You can only see obstacles when you take your eyes off the goal."

He sighed, nodded, and pulled me into a hug. The first thing I thought was, C'mon now, mate, you're going to get me soaked, but then as I examined the situation I found I didn't mind so much. I would have taken advantage of the moment, had he not been my best friend and only that, but, alas, that was all we were.

When we pulled apart, something really weird happened – HE KISSED ME! His hands (which were still on my hips from the hug) pulled me towards him so that my front was smashed up against his and he...just...KISSED ME!

IT WAS SO WEIRD!!! It took me a second to actually comprehend what was going on, so when I did I was quick to do something. I hastily re-wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I really didn't know what to do. It wasn't like I had dreamt of doing this or anything. I mean, I had always thought he was attractive and sweet and had a great sense of humor and... Yeah, but you know, I never thought of him like that. No, definitely not. So anyway, it was just one of those "Why not?" type of things, so I decided to go with it. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

When my mind came back to the task at hand, I noticed that the kiss had gotten more passionate and I was sans cloak...

PORTRAIT OF THE FAT LADY, 2 HOURS LATER

I arrived at the entrance of the common room in a daze. Oh my Merlin. I just...and Oliver...shower...ow. Big ow.

"Katie? Are you okay?" said a voice, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Yeah, Fat Lady, I'm fine. I'm just going to...erm...rest a bit."

"Hard day?"

"I'm not the only one," I mumbled in the turn. "Oh, erm, Acromantula."

"Oh and deary," the Fat Lady said just as I started making my way through the hole.

"Yeah?"

"Your shirt's inside out."