Yay! I got my Oliver Wood T-shirt! If you want one, go to and order one! It's got a picture of Sean and says Oliver Wood with the HP logo. Yay! I love it sooooo much! Wow, I'm bored. Having the flu sucks. But I guess it's better than school.

Arin, this chapter is dedicated to you because the last line is yours.

"We'll set our course and make it through. No matter how far I go, my heart remains with you. And, I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but it's clear to see, the purpose of my existence is laying here in front of me."-Matchbook Romance

"Ouch, Fred! That was my foot!"

"Whoops, sorry," Fred apologized and picked the box up off of Katie's foot.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, followed by a string of curses as Oliver grabbed his hand. "Damn it, George!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry, Wood," George said, grinning sheepishly.

"Guys, I wanted you to help me move in," Katie said. "Not send us to St. Mungo's!" She tossed another box onto her bed. "That's the last of it. Now, I just have to unpack it all."

"Want us to help?" George offered.

"Oh, yes, that's all I need," Katie muttered. "For you to break all my stuff or transform it into obscene objects."

"Just trying to help," George said, pretending to look hurt.

"I think you've helped enough," Oliver muttered, still clutching his hand.

"Ooh, what're these?" Fred exclaimed, grabbing a handful of pictures from one of the boxes. "Oi! What're you doing in this one?" Katie grabbed it from him and looked at it. George snatched it from her hands and he and Oliver studied it. "Wow," George said. "Looks like our ladies are keeping something from us. You wanna tell us how long this has been going on?"

Katie grabbed it back from him and glared. "We were just messing around," she said. "It's nothing serious."

"Oh, really? It looks like you're posing for the cover of Play Wizard magazine." (A/N-I know, I know. Play Wizard? I'm so original.)

"We were just joking around," Katie said. "Now get out before I kill you."

"Ok, ok, we're going, we're going.........."

Katie fell onto the couch, a box of cookies in her hand and stuffed one in her mouth. "All finished unpacking?" Oliver asked.

"Mmm hmm," Katie mumbled. Oliver grabbed a cookie from the box. "Hey!" Katie exclaimed. "These are mine!"

"So?"

"So, keep your hands off!"

Oliver laughed and grabbed the box from her and held it above her head. Katie scrambled up, attempting to retrieve it from him. "Give it back!" she whined.

"Kiss me first."

"No!"

"Then no cookies for you."

Katie sat back on the couch, crossed her arms, and pouted. Suddenly, she grinned and pulled out her wand. "Accio animal crackers!" A bright red box soared through the air into her outstretched hands and she grinned triumphantly.

"No!" Oliver yelled. "Anything but the crackers!" Katie smirked and stuffed a handful into her mouth. "Ok, ok!" Oliver said, handing her the cookies. "You win. Just not my crackers!" Katie gave him the crackers and ate another cookie. "You're mean," Oliver mumbled. Katie shrugged.

"Live with it."

"Katie!"

Katie whipped around and caught the quaffle. She dodged a chaser and passed to Andrew, the new chaser.

"Oomf!" A bludger smacked Andrew in the stomach and he dropped the quaffle. Katie dove underneath him and caught it, passing it up to Sean. Sean flew forward and scored, giving Puddlemere a 40-10 lead. The keeper passed the quaffle to a chaser who took off. Katie took off after him, a bludger narrowly missing her head. The chaser passed the quaffle, but Andrew flew forward, intercepting it.

Emily took off in a dive, the Wimbleby Wasp Seeker following after her. She tumbled forward, off her broom, as everyone anxiously watched, and pulled herself up, holding the Snitch in the air.

Katie let out a nervous breath and landed, giving Andrew a high five. The cheering was deafening and she smiled. Suddenly, fans made their way onto the field, shoving covers of her latest magazine feature at her. She gratefully signed them and smiled before hurrying into the locker rooms.

"Great match, guys," Steve said as the team sat down on a bench. After they'd showered and dressed. "Andrew, great job. Oliver, how's that arm?"

"Fine."

"Good. Practice on Monday. Great job, everyone."

Oliver hugged Katie as she stood up. "Nice job," he said. "I guess cookies really do help."

"Yeah, well if you wouldn't eat them all," Katie mumbled, putting her hair up. "How is your arm, really?"

"It's fine," Oliver said, waving it in the air. "It's still attached to my body, so I'm taking that as a good sign."

They left the locker rooms, passing several reporters. Out of the crowd, a hand reached out and grabbed Katie's arm. "What the? Roger, what do you want now?"

"Nothing," Roger said. "I just wanted to say, good job."

"Oh, well thanks," Katie muttered coldly, turning back to Oliver, who was looking livid at Roger.

"Katie, wait!" Roger grabbed her hand.

"What, Roger?"

"Brooke and I broke up."

"So?"

"So, go out with me again."

"What are we, 13?" Katie exclaimed. "I'm not going to 'go out' with you!"

"Why not?"

"Why do you think?" Katie glared at him.

"Katie, he doesn't care about you!" Roger exclaimed. Oliver stepped forward, and Katie grabbed his arm. It was quite an odd sight, with Roger holding onto Katie and Katie holding onto Oliver.

"And like you do care about me?" Katie asked.

"Yes, yes I do," Roger said.

"Roger, you just don't get it, do you?" Katie said. "I'm over you. Completely 100 percent over you. I don't know why I ever loved you. I don't know what I was thinking. But, now I know that people like you will always be worthless jerks who come off as perfect nice guys, but end up ruining peoples' lives. Because that's what you almost did to me. You almost ruined my life. But you know what? Oliver is everything you'll never be. He treats me like I'm supposed to be treated. He tells me everything is going to be all right, not to quit whining. He makes me smile. He makes me happy, which is something you'll never do."

"But, Katie, I care about you!" Roger said.

"Well, you know what?" Katie asked, yanking her hand from his. "I don't care about you." She grabbed Oliver's hand and began to pull him away. She whipped around again and smirked at Roger. "Oh and one other thing," she said. "He's better in bed too."

(There you go! Wow, I've been writing all morning. I'm wasted. Well, you know what I mean. I really should write a chapter for "Walking" but, I'm so lazy. I did update "Through Our Eyes", though. Review!)