My eyes slid open and I was welcomed with a warm body pressed against mine. Oliver. I smiled and closed my eyes again. His arms were wrapped around me and I inhaled deeply.

I began to think about what I pondered last night. I told Oliver that I loved him. I had meant it, too. It wasn't like when you say it and it means nothing, the words running together as you say it, 'I-love-you'. It wasn't like that.

I knew that nothing lasts forever, not even love. But what sort of love was this? I thought about it from another point of view. Was this just some silly Hogwarts' School love? I tried to think that it wasn't, but I knew that when we left Hogwarts, our feelings for each other would leave, too. I mean, were we just going to get married straight of out school?! Of course not.

But I still knew that I loved Oliver, and that was enough for now. I tried not to be a pessimist, but that's what I was.

Comment: I shall now be...an optimist!

Thought: Never,

Comment: That's not very optimistic....

Thought: I don't care!!

Comment: Still not very optimistic.

Thought: Okay, fine! I love Oliver! I love Oliver! I love Oliver!!!!

I convinced myself that I loved him and that I made the right choice by telling him. I stretched, extending my arms above my head, forgetting where I was. I was in Oliver's bed, in Oliver's arms, but I just didn't remember that.

As I moved, Oliver stirred. I froze. I heard him sigh and his breathing became different. He was awake. Damn.

"Morning," he said. I smiled. I loved the sound of his voice, accent and all. His arm moved around me, pulling me even closer. I yawned and he kissed the top of my head.

I froze. "Fred and George are supposed to be back this morning," I said hesitantly. I started to pull away from him and he didn't let me. He held me against him and whispered in my ear sleepily.

"They won't be back for hours," he said, "Stay here."

I smiled and pulled myself out of his grasp. I stumbled out of his bed and stood there beside it. I reached down and grabbed the quilt from off the floor, the one from the Common Room.

"I'd really love to, Oliver," I said, wrapping it around my shoulders, "But I should be getting back. I'm not sure how Fred and George would take finding us like that."

Oliver grinned and nodded, but his eyes suggested the unspoken. Staying there with him. In his bed. With him. His eyes begged me to stay. Those damn irresistible eyes.

I leaned over the bed and quickly kissed him on the lips. As I pulled away, he was still leaning in. I stepped back from the bed and headed towards the door. As my hand slid around the door handle, I glanced back at Oliver. He stared at me sadly from his bed. I smiled and was not almost reluctant to leave him. But I'd rather leave and be safe than caught by Fred and George and end up much worse.

I hurried back to my room and changed into real clothes. I made it down to breakfast quickly and saw two familiar heads of red hair.

I tried to walk slowly and casually, but I wanted to run. I was happy Fred and George were back. Although they would cause much more grief for Oliver and I, they were at lease different people to talk to.

Cedric sat across from Fred and George at the table, and he nodded in my direction, not taking his eyes of me. Fred looked back and grinned, standing up. I walked over to him.

I felt like I hadn't seen Fred in years. He stopped a foot away from me and asked, "Is it safe for me to still hug you, or is Wood so protective that I might end up getting a Bludger to the head?"

I rolled my eyes. He took that as a yes to the first part, and a no to the second. He hugged me and I hugged him back. I smiled and looked over his shoulder at the table. Cedric caught my gaze.

He gave me a strange look and my smile fell. He then gave me a look of sympathy and shook his head. Right then, Fred released me and I stepped back. Fred smiled and I smiled faintly, still somewhat unnerved about Cedric.

I stepped around Fred to look at Cedric again, but when I looked for him, he was gone. Typical of my luck.

I conversed with Fred about what was going on with Cedric and nothing about Oliver. I tried to stay away from the subject; I knew Fred and George would ask me about him anyways.

"So, have you and Wood been decent lately? And do tell me everything, because if you aren't I'll find out sooner or later!" Fred said to me alone.

I laughed. "Decent? Please define that."

Fred gave me a flat look. "'Decent: Characterized by conformity to recognized standards of propriety or morality; Free from indelicacy; modest; Meeting accepted standards; adequate; Morally upright; respectable; Kind or obliging' "

I was impressed by his words, but gave him a look that I didn't understand what he said. He sighed.

"In other words, not seeing his room in little or no light."

I gave an innocent look and shrugged. Fred's eyes widened. He gave me a concerned look. "Katie, love, please tell me that you did not.... 'give him some lovin' "

"Excuse me??!!"

Fred sighed. "I really don't think I can bear it if I have to go to sleep and every time I look across the room at his bed I imagine the things that went on there...."

"FRED!" I screamed, hitting him. Fred grinned. "Well, now I know that there was no 'lovin' goin' on here..."

I rolled my eyes. Fred shrugged. "I don't know, maybe it was a good thing that I came back. I get to monitor you now." He smiled.

I scoffed. Fred threw up his hands in mock surrender. "Mum's orders! She wants to make sure nothing goes on here that she doesn't know about."

I nodded. That probably was true. Mrs. Weasley practically considered me a member of the family and probably wanted to know what was going on with me and Oliver Wood.

For the rest of the day, Fred showed me all his pictures of his vacation with George and the rest of the Weasley family, although it only lasted a few days. We sat in the Common Room and he presented them to me. Most of them were taken by Ginny, all pictures of the twins creating mayhem in the Weasley household.

There was one of them releasing lawn gnomes into the house, one of them setting something on fire on the stove, one of Percy slipping on a puddle (I didn't know why it was taken), and then my personal favorite, one of Fred making faces in the mirror, imitating George trying to pick up girls. In my opinion, he did it very well considering he was George's twin, and Fred used those faces in real life anyways.

I didn't see Oliver all day. I was just happy to spend time with Fred, one of my close best friends. Fred was eager to get back out on the Quidditch pitch; Mrs. Weasley never let them fly around their house.

I thought about telling Oliver, I knew that he would enjoy going out there, but I desisted, knowing that it wouldn't end up being fun. Just like the last practice I had with him.

Before I knew it, the day was ending. I spent more than half of the day with Fred and George on the field, with Fred making fun of me, saying that now that I was Captain Oliver Wood's girlfriend, I was basically their queen. That was what they called me all day: Queen Katie. I hated them.

Although I wanted to smash their faces in for making fun of me for being in love with Oliver, when they said that I was his girlfriend, I blushed. Damn.

Fred and George flew past me in an effort to knock me off my broom. I got that enough during Quidditch season, I didn't need them to make it worse. After exhausting myself for a few hours, I realized it was getting dark; yet again the end of another day.

I told Fred and George that I was getting ready to turn in. They both agreed and George went off to find Cedric or someone to "see about a frog". Fred walked me back to Gryffindor Tower and said goodnight to me.

I went back to my dorm and began to think about how Quidditch season would go when it came back up again. I hoped Oliver wasn't still obsessing over that. I then realized that I hadn't seen him all day. It was sort of nice to spend time with someone else other than him sometimes. I felt a little guilty about that.

There was a knock at my door. I frowned, sitting up. Had I imagined it? The knock came again. Nope, definitely not imagining.

I slid out of bed and went to the door. I cracked it open. I held my breath as I prepared myself to see Oliver's face.

"Not Wood if that's who you were expecting," a voice said.

I jumped. It definitely wasn't Oliver. I knew that voice and I knew who had just spoken. It was Fred. I opened my door wider to see Fred standing in front of me in his pajamas.

"Fred, what are you doing?" I asked sleepily.

He slipped into my room and walked to the center of it. "I need to talk to you," he said flatly, sounding totally awake. I closed the door and went to my bed, sitting on the edge.

I hadn't bothered to turn the light on, I knew that it would bother us both.

"Have you gone anywhere tonight?" he asked me.

"What- what are you talking about?" I asked, dumbfounded.

Fred sighed. "Have you gone anyplace since you saw me last?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "Why?"

"No reason. So, you didn't go to Wood's room and see anything?"

"Fred," I said warningly and sleepily.

"I was just checking...I'll figure it all out and tell you in the morning."

I was still confused. "Fred, you're beginning to sound like Cedric."

I could see him smile. "Yeah, I guess so."

Fred walked to the door. "I guess I'll see you in the morning."

I was silent for a second. "Okay, Fred," I said hesitating. His hand lingered on the doorknob. I turned towards my bed. "Katie?"

I turned. "Hmm?"

Fred took a deep breath and swallowed. "How much do you love... Oliver?"

I stopped. He hadn't ever called him Oliver before, this was something different.

"A lot?" I answered, "Why do you ask?"

He hesitated. "I just wanted to know."

I didn't know what Fred was getting at; he scoffed.

"Has he told you that he loves you, too?"

"Yes?"

"When?"

"Last night?"

I was answering everything in hesitation. I still had no idea what was

going on, but I heard him mutter something under his breath. Something that sounded a lot like 'jackass'. I didn't ask. I wasn't sure I wanted to.

"Do you think loving him is a good choice?"

I frowned. "Fred, just this morning you were asking me if I was ' givin' him some lovin' ', what is all this now??"

"Nothing, just answer the question..."

"If you're trying to get me to stop loving Oliver, it's not going to work," I said, "And I don't even know why you would..."

"I want you to be happy, Katie. You know I do."

"Then why are you saying all of this?"

Fred hesitated for a moment. "Never mind. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Who said I was going to get hurt?" I asked, "Fred, I love Oliver, I don't think he'd hurt me."

"I don't think so, either. He's not that stupid. That's what's making me wonder..."

"Fred, what are you talking about?!"

Fred sighed. "Nothing. What did my mother say to you in her letter? I know she sent you one..."

I smiled, now thinking of that. "None of your business, Fred!"

Fred went and sat down on Alicia's bed. "Tell me!" he begged.

"No! Your mother and I have very private conversations..."

"About what??" he asked excitedly. I just smiled at him.

"C'mon, Katie! Tell me!"

"Why do you care?"

"What evil did she say about me?" he asked.

"Fred, you are giving yourself way too much credit," I said smiling.

And I sat there, talking to Fred as morning approached. He was there talking to me almost half the night. After a while, he said he was getting tired and he traipsed off to his dorm. I fell asleep happy; talking to Fred always made me cheerful, even if I was already that way to begin with.

I totally forgot about what he said about Oliver. I didn't seem to think about it. I later realized that he knew something that and he could have told me. He could have told me, but it was like he knew that I had to figure it out for myself. I didn't like doing things like that. But, even if he had told me, I never would have believed him. I almost didn't believe what I figure out, either.

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