I felt the urge to open my eyes. I felt my body wrapped around something warm and comfortable. Wait...what?! I opened my eyes slowly, as if I was afraid of what I would see.

I tensed. I had fallen asleep on the couch. I looked around. I wasn't alone. I had fallen asleep on the couch with Oliver Wood. Woah, did that sound seriously weird or what????

I was situated so that half my body was almost on top of him. If I tried to get up, he would wake up. Awkwardness would pursue. I put my head back down on his chest. I waited for a few minutes, his heartbeat and breath steady.

Suddenly, I felt his arm tense as he regained his consciousness. I abruptly began to feel nervous. I had woken happy and without a care. What if he woke up and realized that what had happened (which was basically nothing) was all a big mistake? Argh; insecurity.

I waited for Oliver to say something, do something. Nothing happened. I shifted and I heard his voice.

"Morning."

His voice was close and warm. I smiled. It was almost strange hearing his voice. I raised my head and looked at him. He grinned and leaned down towards me. I kissed him and then sat up. Oliver sat up, too.

Neither of us said anything. I looked at him and he smiled, watching me intently. I grinned back, blushing. It was strange to see the way he looked at me. I wondered what time it was.

Just seconds later, I heard the bell for Breakfast. Food. I got up off the couch.

"I'm gonna go get my robes, okay?" I told him.

Even though we were on vacation, we had to look like we were going to class. He nodded. I went off to my room.

When I came back, clad in my usual black robes, Oliver was nowhere to be seen. I didn't think much of it. I went down to breakfast.

I passed paintings with portraits of people staring at me suspiciously. I ignored them. I was happy; in my opinion, I shouldn't have let anything get me down.

I got to Breakfast. Since more than half of the students in Hogwarts had left, they combined tables and all the Houses sat together. I looked for Oliver and didn't see him. I spied Cedric sitting by himself.

Food had already appeared and Cedric was helping himself to some porridge halfheartedly. He looked down. I sat beside him and reached for a piece of toast and strawberry jam.

"Hi Cedric," I said, trying to sound cheerful.

Cedric looked at me and smiled weakly, then quickly averting his eyes away from me. I took a bite of my jam covered toast, thinking about why Cedric would be acting weird.

"Did something happen with Cho?" I asked suddenly. I thought I had thought it...whoops. Cedric took a sideways glance at me. I was taken aback by his expression. He looked angry and frustrated. I had never seen him like that before. I took in a deep breath and bit my bottom lip.

At that point, few owls were already swooping in and dropping brown packages and letters in students' laps. A golden envelope fell square on my toast, smearing red jam on the gold exterior. I twitched and picked it up, reaching for a napkin with my other hand. I wiped it off and recognized the neat, organized handwriting. Mom.

I slipped my finger under the crease and pulled it open. I unfolded the parchment inside. It was one slip of parchment only. No more, no less. I moved my plate and set the paper down on the table, flattening it despite its creases.

'Katie,

As much as I wish for you to come home for the holidays, I suppose it would be all right with me for you to stay in Hogwarts. When I say 'home', I mean your room here, of course. You have already spent far to many weeks with your other relative. I was the one who brought you up for your first years, that at least entitles me to something. I do wish to know the next time you will be leaving school grounds. May it be Hogsmeade or elsewhere, I wish to see you.

I do hope that someday, soon, you will change your mind and come live with me. I understand that school is your number one priority and then Quidditch, and I respect that. I hear that your other parent has bought you anything your heart desires. Katie, dear, we both know that he is just trying to win over your life and love from me. He knows that we are very close.

Anyhow, have a wonderful holiday. Please consider moving in with me.

Love,

Your mother.'

I stared at the letter in surprise. 'He knows that we are very close' ?! Mom has twisted the truth yet again. My mother and I were close in the fact that our genetics matched. Although I tried to ignore it as best I could, I couldn't get over the idea that I looked so similar to her. My face was the same shape as hers and I had the same type of hair. I had my father's eyes, almond-shaped and a green-hazel combination. My father's eyes were one of the things my mother fell in love with when she first met him, or so I am told. After they separated it drove my mother crazy that I didn't have the same blue eyes as her.

Although I looked like my mother to most, I was undoubtedly my father's daughter. Frequent times, a witch or wizard would approach me and ask me if I was Nicholas Bell's daughter. I would respond and they would smile, walking away muttering about how obvious it was. If they didn't, they would begin a story about my father. People recognizing me as my father's daughter happened more than that of my mother's. Maybe I was the only one who thought I somewhat resembled my mother. I was more pleased to think that I looked like my father.

My mother's letter wasn't a surprise to me. She was always trying to bring my father down in my eyes. No matter what she did, I always loved my father more. I remembered one summer when my father told me about James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. He told me stories about them, how he knew them and such. My father was very surprised and pleased that Lupin began teaching at Hogwarts.

I had met Professor Lupin on many occasions outside of school. My father had strong connections with Lupin and even Sirius. He didn't think I knew, but I did. I was almost sure that my father knew every single place Sirius hid and when he did so.

I put the letter down. I surely wasn't going to move in with my mother. Every summer already, or every visit I made to her, she ranted on and on about my father and what such a bad man he is.

I looked over at Cedric. He was still acting weird.

"Cedric?"

He didn't look at me. "Cedric?"

Cedric turned his head to me. "What?!" he shouted angrily at me. I took a breath in sharply. He looked back to his porridge, still angry.

"I hear you and Wood are going out now..." I heard him mutter. I nodded slowly. He looked back at me. I was still trying to read his eyes when he turned away again. I swallowed.

He glanced at me and my eyes begged him to tell me. He sighed and turned his entire body to face me. He scooted closer to me and lowered his voice.

"Katie, just wake up. Look around. It's not a dream and we all know what's happening but you. You just have to wake up from all this and remember what's going on."

"What?"

Cedric sighed and leaned back. "Katie, this is what I'm talking about. You have to wake up from this dream and come back to reality. Have you even wondered why Dumbledore and the Ministry closed Hogwarts early ever since you've gotten together with Wood? No? I didn't think so."

"Cedric, what are you talking about."

"Just wake up, okay? It's not even safe here anymore. You can't get distracted. Anything can happen."

"Is this some way of warning me of something?"

"Look, Harry told me some things that are making me think, you know? I'm just looking out for you, all right. I'm not saying to dump Wood or anything, but, just.... realize what's going on."

"What is going on?"

Cedric sighed. "I wish I knew. Look out for yourself. Wood, too. I don't need anything happening to him. Gotta keep the Quidditch season fair when it comes back on and the only way to the House cup is through Wood and the team and that won't happen if something happens to him."

With that, Cedric got up and left. He left smiling. I looked down the table, looking for Harry. All I saw was Ron. I was surprised to see him. If Fred and George left, it was unusual for one of the Weasleys to stay at Hogwarts; Ginny had left along with the rest of the family. I smiled and walked down to the end of the table.

"Hey, Ron," I said, smiling and sitting down beside him, "Where's Harry and Hermione?"

He looked at me and I saw the tips of his ears turning pink. The Weasley Curse: the hair, the sweaters, and the pink ears.

"Library," he muttered. I grinned and put my hand on his shoulder, "Thanks, Ron."

"No problem," he said more cheerfully, as if he remembered something, "Fred warned me that if I ever catch you and Wood snogging, I have to tell him. Oh, by the way, Fred's sending an owl for you soon."

Ron grinned and left the table. Oliver and I snogging? I shuddered. Boy, did that sound weird. I might as well talk to Harry later.

I went back up to my room to ponder what Cedric had said. I passed the Fat Lady and went into the Common room. I was tempted to go sit on the couch, but I craved the solitude of my room. I opened my door, ignoring the emptiness of my room. I slipped off my robes, letting them drop onto the floor. I adjusted my shirt and jeans and jumped onto my bed.

I lay back on my pillows, stretching my legs out on my quilt. I tucked my arms under my head and stared up at the ceiling. So bored. I tried to think about what Cedric said. It didn't work. So, so bored.

I guess I could've gone to find Oliver, but I just decided to stay in my nice cozy room, away from everyone. It was starting to get cold in my room after a while, even with the fire up and blazing in the Common Room. I pulled my quilt up to my chest and looked across the room and Alicia's empty bed. Even her 'Lord of The Rings' movie poster was gone. Alicia was a fan of Muggle movies.

I admit that I miss the stationary hot blonde elf in the poster. It was a Muggle picture, so he didn't move. Damn. Oh well, I had Oliver anyways. I yawned.

I sighed. There was no point in laying in my bed all afternoon with nothing to do.

Question: So, what am I going to do now?

Thought: Go see Oliver?

Comment: This is exactly what you don't want!

Thought: What?

Comment: I'll be one of those girls who are all clingy and can't go a minute without being with someone they like.

Thought: I am not like that and Oliver knows it.

Comment: Sure?

Thought: Damn sure...I think....

I shook my head, getting up. I sighed as I got to the door. I let my robes stay on the floor, I wouldn't need them, and I wasn't going to any classes or anything. I opened my door and stepped out into the hall.

I went to the Boys' Dormitories. I remembered where Oliver's room was. I knocked on the door softly. There was no answer. I took a deep breath; for some reason, my heart was pounding in my chest.

I gently opened the door and looked in. Oliver was laying on his bed, looking out the window. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. Oliver picked his head up off his pillows and looked at me. He smiled and lay back down.

I walked over to his bed silently and sat on the corner of his bed. I looked at him. I mean, I actually looked at him. My eyes flickered over his body, from his ankles to his face. Up his legs to his waist to his chest to his shoulders and finally, to his chest. I met his eyes and blushed. He smiled.

"Fred and George are coming back," he said, "Said they couldn't stand their mother's nagging anymore."

I nodded. For some reason, I felt down. Oliver looked at me. "Something wrong?" he asked. I shook my head too quickly. Oliver game me a look like he knew. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Something about what Cedric had said got me thinking.

Oliver sat up. He scooted in his bed to the far side. "C'mere," he said softly.

I swallowed and did. I got up and sat in the place he had moved from for me. He lay down and so did I. I felt strange lying in Oliver's bed. Especially when I was in it with Oliver.

He had an arm under my shoulders and his other hand was resting on my stomach. Oliver leaned over and kissed my forehead gently. I closed my eyes and lay there. I felt his hand, which had been massaging my stomach, move away from my skin. I opened my eyes and saw Oliver leaning over me. His hand ran over my cheek and he studied my face.

I slipped my hand over his and he smiled. He leaned down and kissed me. I was suddenly aware of his bodyweight presses against me. My hand left his and it traveled to his neck, pulling him closer. He put his hand on the other side of my head to steady himself.

I pulled back from him and lay back down on his pillows.

"When are Fred and George coming back?" I asked slowly.

"Sometime tomorrow morning," he said. I nodded and he smiled. I stared up into Oliver's irresistible eyes. I was still focused on his eyes when he kissed me again. I now realized that I felt safe with Oliver. It was like nothing could ever hurt me when I was with him.

His hand ran down my body, stopping at my waist. I looked at him. I ran a hand through his hair and let it fall to his shoulder. Oliver looked at me and something showed in his eyes. I wasn't sure what it was.

"Are you happy?" he asked me. I didn't know what to say. I nodded. His face looked sad.

"Are you?" I asked him. He shrugged. "I guess."

I was quiet for a second. "Is it because of me?"

Oliver looked at me, almost shocked. "What?" he asked softly.

I sighed and tensed. "Are you unhappy because of me?" I asked quietly.

He looked back at me. I looked at him honestly. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to answer. If he said yes, I knew I would be crushed. Damn.

"No," he answered quickly; I felt relieved. "Well, not exactly."

I smile fell. He reached down and pushed a strand of loose hair out of my eyes to look at me.

"What is it?" I asked. He didn't say anything; he just stared at me. I knew my eyes were begging him to tell me.

"Oliver..."

He took a deep breath. He rolled off me. "Do you know how much I think about you and how much I wonder how you'll react to certain things that happen? Almost every minute. I told you something last night and you never reacted to it. You either didn't care, don't feel the same way, or didn't believe me."

I paused, thinking. What had he said????

"What did you say?" I asked him hurriedly. He didn't answer. I turned on my side, propping myself up on my elbow. "Oliver! What did you say??"

Oliver took a deep breath. "I told you I loved you, okay?!"

So I hadn't imagined it. I smiled faintly. "Oliver, did you mean it?"

He stared at me. "Would I have said it if I didn't?"

I didn't answer him. I knew he wouldn't have; he wasn't like that.

"If you're waiting for me to say it, I'm just waiting for the right time. I don't want to rush into all this, okay?"

Oliver nodded slowly. I leaned down to kiss him. He put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back up.

"So, you do right?"

I smiled. "Of course."

He grinned. I leaned down and kissed him. That kiss was almost like our first; he was so gently and caring, always making me want more. His hand trailed down my body and onto the small of my back. I was almost over him and he didn't seem to have a problem with it.

After a while, I found myself underneath Oliver, his hand under my shirt, resting on my stomach and going no further. My hands were on his back, holding his warmth against me. I didn't care if I didn't leave his dorm all day.

There was a knock on the door and I jumped. Oliver ignored it and kissed my neck. My body shuddered. The knock came again.

"Mr. Wood, if you please!" an exasperated voice came from the hallway. We froze in horror. We knew that voice very well. Oliver sat up quickly and I wriggled off of his bed, leaping onto Fred's across the room.

"Yes?" Oliver said, trying to sound casual. It wasn't convincing.

Professor McGonagall opened the door and stepped in.

"Wood, I would like to inform you that the Quidditch pitch is open now. Oh, hello, Ms. Bell!" she said, noticing me. I smiled innocently as I could. It was a close one. McGonagall made her farewells and left. Oliver and I stared across the room at each other nervously. We both began laughing. We were so close to being caught.

I was almost panting when Oliver suggested something.

"Do you want to go out and practice?" he asked. I shrugged. School was out and I didn't need another of Oliver's practices. I nodded anyways. He grinned and jumped off his bed. He walked over to me, offering me his hand. I took it and he helped me up. Instead of letting go of my hand, he pulled my up and against him. I smiled and ignored the heat in his eyes, pushing him away playfully.

As we walked out the door I said, "Oliver, now that everything's happened between us, you've got to lighten up on these practices!"

Oliver grinned. "If they're so hard, why don't you quit the team?" he asked. I knew he wasn't serious. He would slaughter me if I quit, girlfriend or not.

"I only stayed on the team to be around you," I said sweetly.

"Good," he said, grinning, "Seeing you was the only reason why I kept you on the team!"

Trust Oliver to be a flirt.

Sorry, this chapter was pretty crappy. Better chapter next, PROMISE! i've got it already all planned out.

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