A/N: Make sure that you read the 2nd version of Ch. 6 before you read this chapter. It doesn't really make a difference, but it clears up any questions you may have about how far they went...

Paradise-Unknown: You see, I keep telling them I need a bouncer, but they refuse to see my reasoning...

ShadowStar21: Here you go. I'm terribly sorry about the size, but, well...I explained at the bottom.

pokethepenguin01: Yeah, I almost didn't want to change Ch. 6, but I didn't want people any more confuzzled than they already are.

Crying Pixie: Si, si. She shagged him. That gets cleared up even further in this chapter.

Kathy: Don't worry, there'll be no teen pregnancies in this story. But yes, they did do the dirty deed.

luvin-it: I know.

Banana Princess: Well, here you go then.

lindalee4: Thanks!

kiwi: Me and my friend (spongy donut luvr) spent a really long time during one of our classes trying to figure out the best way to clear everything up without making it too obvious, an judging by the reviews we did just that. Thanks.

Chloekins: While I, personally, have never taken part in shower-sex, it seems like it would be a rather nice way of starting a relationship. Do you remember that 'Chewy' commercial where the little girl picks up the phone and goes, "No, she's in the shower. No, he's in there with her."? I remember seeing that commercial a couple years ago and thinking "Why on earth would two people want to bathe together?" but as I grew older it kind of just became clear...

Mijy: Let's just say that 'sans' means 'without'. And Oliver was starked.

spongy donut luvr: You know, I always thought that Mrs. R and Jennifer were exactly alike, but now I've finally found a difference: Jennifer actually likes me and Corey. Then again, we don't even have her class...but...yeah. I know. That's not funny. That's not even in the same zip code as funny.

Lia06: Hey, I know a good idea when I see one. I hope you read the second version of Ch. 6.

Pia O'Leary: Yes, hats off to Lia06.

Kneazlecat555: Well, this one's gonna be even shorter, but I think it's good for the length.

iciedwhensiriusdied: Of course you can be my beta! I loove you WHOMP!

Chapter 7: Coupling

I woke up late the next morning and just barely made it to my first class on time. Bugger, I thought to myself as I walked into the Potions classroom. Luckily, Professor Snape hadn't arrived yet, so I could take my seat without all hell breaking loose.

"What're you doing over here?" Abigail asked as I took a seat next to her.

"I've missed you. Is that such a crime?!" I replied mock – dejectedly.

"I suppose not," she answered skeptically.

Just then, Oliver walked in. I shifted my gaze from his direction before we made eye contact. No, he was most certainly not the first person I wanted to see after what happened last night. It wasn't as if I regretted it – far from it actually – I was just afraid that he did. It still hurt, too.

2 HOURS LATER

I hastily made my way out of the dungeons, in fear of having to talk to Oliver. Unfortunately, today was just not my day. In my hurry, I bumped straight into the person I was so keen on avoiding.

"Sorry," he said, helping me gather up my textbooks and parchment.

"We have quite a knack of ramming into each other, don't we?"

"'We' meaning 'you' and 'each other' meaning 'yours truly'."

"Shut up," I said. I was really grinning inside knowing that he wasn't too uncomfortable with what we...erm...did.

"Look, Katie, I think we need to talk..."

"Not here," I mumbled, my grin transforming into a grimace.

"Right, um...the common room at lunch okay, then?"

"It'll have to be," I muttered, I started walking past him again.

"Oh, and Katie?" I added, while gently grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards him.

"Ye – "I started, but was silenced with an exceedingly zealous kiss.

"Quidditch practice tonight." I nodded mutely in return.

LUNCH PERIOD, GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM

I was a bit late to arrive at the common room, and when I did I found that Oliver was already there.

"Ran into Peeves on the way here," I explained lamely.

"I figured as much," he replied with a smug look on his face.

"So...you, erm...wanted to talk?" I asked, somewhat uncomfortably.

"Yeah. As much as I'd hate to, I really think that we need to talk about what happened last night..." he clarified unnecessarily, and somewhat hesitantly.

"I figured as much," I said, borrowing one of his prior statements.

"So, erm, about last night..."

"You don't regret it, do you?" I suddenly burst out.

"Well, I mean, I'm not going to lie and say I wasn't extremely disappointed. You can probably imagine how hard it was for me to get to sleep last night, thinking about the lack of performance – "

"Excuse me, but I didn't think it was all that bad. Honestly, if you thought I was that bad then we could have stopped at any time! I'll have you know that it wasn't all strawberries and crème for me, either. Do you have any idea how much that hurt?!"

"Well yes, I suppose having a wooden shaft between your legs does smart a bit, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it damn well does!"

"Don't get huffy with me, Bell. I was on one just as long as you were!"

"I don't – wait...what?!?"

"Yes, and I have a distinct feeling that even the most effective cushioning charm wouldn't have won us the game..." I didn't even comprehend what he was saying after that, as I was fuming so greatly I couldn't even hear myself think. WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO REVOLVE AROUND FUCKING QUIDDITCH?!?

"I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT THE MATCH YOU GREAT PRAT, I WAS TALKING ABOUT AFTERWARDS!" I shouted.

"Oh, yes, well...that was actually quite nice, if I so say so myself," he stated, a faint blush now evident on his cheeks.

"Really?" I asked, my voice now back to its normal volume.

He moved closer to the so that we were merely centimeters apart.

"Really," he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear him.

Just then, Fred and Angelina burst through the portrait hole, connected at the mouth. I knew immediately what twin it was because Fred had fancied Angie (and visa versa) for ages. I stood there, taking it all in for a moment, until a very muffled moan on Angelina's part shook me back into reality. The same was aperintly happening to Oliver as well.

"Oh. My. Godric," we spoke simultaneously, too traumatized to say anything else. The even more troubling thing was that they didn't even hear us. They just went on with their...business.

"Well, this is quite troubling, isn't it?" I said in an undertone, turning to Oliver. I surprised myself, actually, by how well I was handling all of this.

"I'd suggest that we go down to lunch, but I just don't think I'd be able to keep it down after this..." he mumbled, still quite fazed.

"Library?" I suggested.

"Definitely," he replied, and we set of to a more... uncorrupted space.

I know, it's short, but I was having a writer's block and didn't want anyone to lose interest.