He seemed worried. He was never a worrier.

Oliver had just finished speaking to Harry when he motioned for me to come over. I went. He smiled and led me to the side of the field, on the grass. We sat down there; it was easier than having to go all the way up to the stands. I crossed my legs out in front of me.

"Katie, we've got trouble," he said suddenly. I raised my eyebrow. Oliver tended to exaggerate.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm worried about Harry," he said slowly. It was the first time I've ever heard him refer to the boy as Harry and not Potter.

I shook my head, "He's fine, Oliver, nothing to worry about."

It was his turn to shake his head. "No, there's more to it than what we've been seeing..."

"What are you talking about?"

Oliver took a deep breath. "I'm saying we have to be careful. I know Hogwarts is a safe place and all, but there's been a lot of bad things happening over the years, ever since Potter arrived, and I think we have to take things more carefully..." he rambled on.

"Oliver, we've got Dementors all over the place, not to mention the ever present Dumbledore..."

"No, Katie," he said sternly, "You-Know-Who has other means of getting to people."

"Are you saying that he's coming back into power? Again?"

Oliver nodded slightly. "But things aren't as they were before, it's bigger, more serious."

"How do you know?"

"I've been keeping in touch with the Ministry."

That sure explained it.

"So, why are you telling me this? How am I important?"

He swallowed. "I heard McGonagall saying that she might not let Harry play, keep him as low profile as possible. Seeker for the winning Quidditch team at Hogwarts: that's a mighty large target for someone like You-Know-Who."

"So, you're worried about losing the Cup?" I asked slowly. I couldn't believe this.

"That and the safety of the rest of the team."

"The rest of the team? Why would we be in danger?"

My question was stupid. I knew the rules. If one of the players gets seriously hurt, the entire team won't play, they'll either forfeit or reschedule. Oliver didn't answer me, he knew. Then I thought of something.

"If our team is in danger, won't the other teams we're against be in danger?"

He nodded but smiled, "We're safe for this week against Slytherin, I don't think they'd be attacked."

I nodded, he was right. Stupid Oliver, now he had me thinking, a lot.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I shouldn't have told you, now you'll be worrying as much as I have."

I smiled, "No, it's alright."

He nodded. I sighed, 'Okay, it's now or never ever again.'

"Oliver?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you like Cho?"

He looked up at me. "What?"

I said it again, "Do you like Cho?"

He raised his eyebrow and grinned devilishly, "Why?"

"Do you?"

"Why?"

"Oliver!"

He grinned. "I do as a friend..."

"But nothing more?"

"No..." he said uneasily. "Okay," I said. There was silence for about a second. "So, are you going to tell me why you asked me that?"

I smiled. "No."

"That's not fair," he said, smirking, "I think you need to tell me what you were talking to Cedric about."

"Well," I said, "I think it's safe now." After all, he said he was going to ask her tonight. Oliver looked surprised, he actually didn't think I'd tell him.

"Cedric is going to ask out Cho tonight."

Oliver nodded. "But you thought I liked Cho?"

I shrugged. "That's why I asked you, didn't I?"

He nodded slowly, standing up. "Well," he said, "Do you think that's all the drama there is to cover?"

I laughed and went to stand up. Oliver offered me a hand and I smiled, taking it. He pulled me off the ground with no real strength. As I was being pulled up, I noticed how close we were together. The idea almost made me blush. 'Argh'

We started to walk of the field when I started thinking about when I would tell Angie and Alicia where I was. I laughed, thinking about their argument about Oliver the other night, the night where he caught me in my towel.

"What?" he asked, seeing me laugh.

"Alicia thinks you need her."

He smiled. I like it when Oliver smiled. "I need everyone on the team."

"No, she thinks you need her specifically."

He smiled and didn't say anything. I almost regretted telling him. Standing in the dark with someone made you do that sometimes; especially if that person is Oliver Wood. We neared the door to the castle and he slowed down. I didn't notice and kept walking.

I felt Oliver's warm hand slide around mine, pulling me back towards him. When we were only inches away, he stopped pulling me. He smiled slightly and I felt my heard beat quicken. 'Dammit!' I was almost sure he could hear it.

"G'night, Katie," he said softly, staring at me with irresistible eyes. He leaned in and kissed me gently, his lips brushing my cheek softly. He pulled back and breathed, smiling slightly.

Oliver brushed past me, his body sliding against me, and he was gone. I turned. He left me standing there, blushing, watching him walk away.

'What just happened?'

I expected my thought to be loud and angry, but it wasn't. It was soft and confused. But, honestly, what did just happen?? 'Argh'

For a split second I almost wished that Oliver had stayed. I liked the way he kissed me, even if it wasn't that important.

'Wait one damn minute!'

What was I thinking?? Was I actually falling for Oliver Wood!?