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Simple Things-Part 8: Friends

Katie's POV

"Look, don't worry, I'll be fine. I think I'm capable of going home by myself and nothing wrong will happen." I say reassuring Jesse.

"Okay, then. Well goodnight Katie." He kisses me softly before waving and finally dissaparating.

"Where did he say to meet him?" I whisper to myself before pushing open the doors out of the stands. (By the way, the game was amazing! Puddlemere beat the Appleby's 250-80.) "Oh yeah! Locker rooms. Now, which door is it?"

Finally finding the right door- it had 'Puddlemere United' on the front- I step inside carefully making sure I won't hit anyone. I see that the locker room is occupied by a couple of quidditch-clad guys.

"Hey there Katie!" Mitch Brocklehurst says before giving me a tight hug.

"Hi to you too Mitch! Now would you mind letting go? It's getting hard to breathe," I say as I struggle to try and free myself from his grasp.

"Okay, fine." He says as he slowly lets me go. "So, long time no see. You haven't changed that much since I last saw you." He says looking me up and down.

"Stop checking me out you perv!" I lightly slap the chaser's forearm before looking at him. "Speaking of changed, you did too. You were amazing out there! I guess all the training has paid off."

"Yeah, well Coach has been making us work non-stop. And by the way I am not a pervert! Wait- maybe you're the pervert! What are you doing in the locker rooms?" He starts to eye me suspiciously. As if I'd ever go into a locker rooms filled with hot and gorgeous guys...ahem, nevermind.

"Actually I came here to meet Oliver and to get a couple of photos and signatures of the team. Now since you're here anyways, can I have a picture and sign here on this notebook?" I say showing him the pen, notebook, and camera Alicia made me bring. (I already took a picture of Roger during the game but sadly no signature)

"Okay" he says before grabbing his broom and posing.

"Thanks" I take the picture and hand him the notebook and pen.

"So, are you and Oliver together again?" he asks as he hands back the notebook to me.

"No were not."

For a moment he looks slightly disappointed at what I just said. "Oh. Well see you next time Katie!" He grabs his duffel bag before waving as he exits.

After he leaves, I take a couple of pictures and autographs of the different people on the team.

"I'm taking it that you already asked a couple of people," says a familiar Scottish brogue from behind me.

I turn, around and to no surprise, find Oliver leaning against the lockers wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt. "Yeah actually. Thanks for letting us meet here; at least now I have the pictures and signatures she's been asking for- well, minus you. C'mon pose already so I can take a picture."

He laughs before taking a seat on the bench and just smiles. "Good." As I start to position the camera, I notice that Oliver hasn't changed that much, just a little tanner, and a tad bit longer hair. Aside from that he still has the same chocolate brown eyes and smirk. I blink once or twice before breaking out of the trance and take a picture.

"Thanks" I mumble averting my eyes towards the floor as I hand him the notebook and pen. Suddenly, a thought hit me, was I just checking out Oliver?

"So...are you ready?"

"Yeah," he says as he finishes putting all his things in his locker.

"Okay then, let's go."

In a blink of an eye, we suddenly appear in front of The Three Broomsticks. Still a bit uneasy from what happened earlier- I mean c'mon even I have to admit that I was checking him out! – I head towards the bar, order 2 butterbeers, before taking a seat on the table Oliver picked.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, I was wondering if maybe, you know, we could be friends. I mean I really don't wanna lose you as a friend, we've been practically best friends since first year in Hogwarts." I look up at him and thankfully see that he's smiling. Phew! At least I said that already.

"Of course! I mean we are and have always been friends. You didn't have to ask me that you know."

I smile back before taking a sip from my butterbeer that just was just served by a young witch. As usual, she notices Oliver. "Merlin! You're Oliver Wood! Oliver Wood!"

Suddenly, Oliver looks alarmed. I know that he doesn't like to be swarmed though I would think that he'd be used to it since it's been happening since Hogwarts. "Would you mind not saying it out loud," he looks at her tag "Chelsea?"

The young witch looks as if she's about to explode from happiness. "You said my name!" All of a sudden she calms down before leaning a bit close. "Of course, anyway enjoy your drinks." As if she only saw me now she takes a good look at me when once again, her eyes bulge. "Are you Katie Bell? I thought you broke up with Oliver."

"Uhm, we did." I'm just about to explain that we're just friends but then I remembered, why do I need to tell her anything.

"Okay...well enjoy your drinks." She turns around before finally leaving our table.

"Sorry about that." Oliver suddenly says.

"No it's okay, it's not your fault. Okay so friends, right?"

"Friends."

"Good! Now what's been happening to you these past months?"

We spend our time just catching up and roaming Hogsmeade like we used to. Suddenly I look at my watch and see that it's already almost 12 A.M.

"Wow, Oliver it's almost 12. I'm sorry you're probably super tired from the game and still have practice tomorrow."

"No, it's okay."

"Well, thanks for taking the time to talk to me. I better go home before Ange and Alicia become too worried."

"Your welcome. And I also have to go since Terry (Terry Boot as in the one mentioned earlier. They're friends by the way. And Terry's a guy just in case you're wondering) might be wondering also but I doubt if he'll be worried."

Should I kiss his cheek? No, that's too much for the first night. Maybe a hug? Yeah that's okay. I walk up to Oliver and hug him though I think that he's a bit surprised since it takes him a moment before he returns it. "Okay, well see you next time?" Why did I just say that when I don't know when 'next time' will be?

"Of course" he smiles and waves as I apparate back to the house.