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Chapter Four: Pleasantries and Potions

LATE WEDNESDAY NIGHT, COMMON ROOM

"Hey Oliver," Katie said as she sat down on a soft armchair near the fire.

"Hi Katie," he replied from the loveseat, "What's up?"

"I just wanted to ask you something," she replied, slightly bashful.

"What is it?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"I told you, it was for show," he replied.

"I know that, stupid," Katie said rolling her eyes, "But what inspired you to kiss me for show?"

Oliver sat pensively for a few moments. Why had he kissed her?

"What does it matter?" Oliver said defensively.

"I'm just curious," she said back to him, flatly.

"I just wanted to know what it was like, ok?" said Oliver.

Katie laughed. "You wanted to know what it was like? Why, were you thinking about it before that?"

"Shut up ok? I'm your boyfriend," Oliver said, using air quotation marks, "I am allowed to kiss you!"

"No you're not. Now answer my question!"

"I don't want to."

"Ha! So you have been thinking about kissing me! Oliver Wood, I never would have guessed!" Katie said, still laughing.

"Really Katie, shut up, I mean it!" Oliver exclaimed.

"Come on Oliver, loosen up," Katie said coolly.

Oliver sighed heavily. "I think you're pretty. That's why I wanted to see what it was like. You're beautiful, and I've never kissed a girl quite as beautiful as you."

Katie blushed, her jaw dropping slightly.

"Really?" she said smiling.

"Yes, now will you leave me alone?" Oliver said and pointed to his homework.

"Not quite yet. You think I'm pretty!"

"YES! A lot of guys around here do! Haven't you noticed? Most guys would kill to be in my position, kissing Katie Bell! Hell, you've even got what's-his-face wanting you!"

Katie giggled in anembarrassed but pleased sort of way.

"Now that I've inflated your ego, go away!" Oliver exclaimed.

"You know you don't want me to!" said Katie, a pleased grin on her face.

"Fine, sit there and do nothing, I don't care," Oliver said and picked up his book.

"Yes you do!"

"Fine, I do. Happy?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"Great."

"Grand."

"Spectacular."

"Wonderful."

"Magnificent."

"You're a loser Katie."

"So are you Oliver."

"Are you always this annoying?" he asked her, one eyebrow raised.

"Only with the people I loooooooooooooove," Katie mocked.

"That's just wonderful, Katie," Oliver said in the same tone as she did.

"I know - that's me for you!" she said, a smile playing about her lips.

NEXT WEEK, TUESDAY, IN POTIONS

"Seeing as your NEWTs are approaching rapidly and that most of you are totally and completely dim when it comes to Potions, I will be assigning several assignments and projects to you today. First, you will write a two roll essay on five lethal, slow-acting poisons and their antidotes. Second, you will prepare a recipe of one of the lethal poisons you've researched and a recipe of its' antidote. Third, you will go to Hogsmeade and buy the necessary items for your potion. Last, be prepared, for once. This will be done completely by next class on Tuesday. Class dismissed," Snape said icily.

"What the hell?" Oliver complained as he and Katie walked out into the hall, "This is too much!"

"It'll be fine! We'll get it done," Katie said, although she knew it would be very difficult to finish all of the homework she'd been assigned.

"Whatever, all you have to do…"

"Don't finish that Oliver! Don't youdare!You know I have to do it as well. I'm not excluded from this!" Katie said severely to him.

Oliver looked down at her. "Fine."

"Listen, we'll start it tonight, and try to get as much done as we can," she said as they walked along, "We'll go to the library now and check out some books."

"Fine."

"Grow up Oliver," Katie smirked and punched his arm playfully.

"I don't want to!" he said and gave her a smile.

TUESDAY NIGHT, COMMON ROOM

"Which ones are you going to do?" Oliver asked Katie.

"I don't know yet," she replied as she flipped through a large potion book that they'd checked out from the library earlier.

"They're all so complicated," Oliver complained as he turned a page of his potions text.

"I think that's the point Oliver," Katie said.

Oliver slammed his book shut, and Katie jumped.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Not this crap," he replied.

"Well, you should. You don't want to leave this until the last minute," said Katie.

"How did you and him hook up?" Oliver asked randomly.

"What? That's none of your business!" Katie said, stunned.

"I'm just curious Katie," Oliver said.

Her eyes narrowed.

"Come on now, loosen up a little," Oliver said, clearly mocking Katie.

"I ran into him in Hogsmeade over Christmas holidays. We were both at the pub. I had a few drinks, he had a few drinks and we kissed. Things escalated from there. We ended up back at the castle. We woke up the next morning and realized that there was something between us," Katie said, her cheeks turning slightly red.

"Well if that isn't romantic, I don't know what is!" Oliver said with a laugh.

"Go to hell," Katie said and stood up.

"Katie, Katie, I'm sorry, sit down," Oliver said apologetically.

Katie sat back down with a huff.

"How many times have you? You know…"

"Oliver!"

"Katie!"

"I'm not answering that!" she replied.

"Why not?" he asked, "Were you a virgin before him?"

"NO! I dated Roger for a year and a half, remember?"

"Unfortunately."

"How many girls have you slept with then?" Katie said evasively.

"This year so far?"

"That many? Ew."

"Shut up. You're trying to avoid my question."

"So?"

"Just tell me and get it over with."

"I don't feel comfortable talking to you about it."

"Why? I am your boyfriend. Come on. I'm not going to tell anyone!"

"Twice," Katie mumbled, "Both at Christmas."

Oliver laughed. "Wow, you're a prude! Christmas was months ago!"

"Shut up! Month and a half, actually. I told him I didn't feel comfortable doing it, and…" Katie trailed off immediately.

"And what?" Oliver badgered.

"Nothing, forget I said it!" Katie said hastily.

"Tell me now!"

"And ever since we started dating I haven't been able to get you out of my head! Happy now?" Katie yelled, stood up and ran up the stairs.

Oliver sat, surprised, for a moment. She'd been thinking about him since they'd started 'dating'? Wow. How was he going to tell her that he felt the same way?

SATURDAY MORNING, VERY EARLY

"Get up Katie!" Oliver shouted as he walked into her dorm room.

"No! Just 5 more hours, please!" she moaned into her pillow.

"Not a chance in hell! Time for practice, and then you and me are going to Hogsmeade!" Oliver said and ripped her blankets off.

"Oliver!" Katie yelled and pulled the blankets back on. She was only wearing a tank top and sweatpants.

"What?"

"It's cold!"

"Well come out for practice and you'll get warm!"

Katie slowly dragged herself out of bed. She grabbed her Quidditch stuff and a few miscellaneous items of clothing and walked into the bathroom. She walked out a few minutes later.

"How do you get up here anyway? Boys aren't allowed in the girls dorms," Katie said sleepily as she put on her shin and arm guards. She already had her chest and back guard on, "Are you a closet gay?"

"And no I'm not gay, girls excite me," Oliver replied with adirty lookand bent down to help her speed up with the shoe tying. "I get permission from McGonagall, by the way."

"Bitch. If she only knew how much you harass us," Katie said, waving Oliver away from her feet, "I can do that myself you know."

"I think she does. She wants to see us get the Cup this year," Oliver replied and backed away, "About the other night…"

Angelina and Alicia burst in the room.

"Ah. I see he's already gotten you," Angelina said, looking spitefully at Oliver, who missed the look completely.

"Come on, time for practice!" Oliver said cheerily and the girls followed him down the stairs and into the Common Room, where Fred, George and Harry were waiting. Katie followed the group sleepily.

They filed into the change rooms and collapsed on the benches. Katie's head flopped onto Fred's shoulder, and she fell asleep promptly. The next thing she knew, Oliver was shaking her violently, telling her off for falling asleep.

"Oh shut it Wood," she said and walked out onto the pitch.

After practice, Katie felt slightly more awake. She was looking forward to having a shower. She was dirty and sweaty. She walked into the girls section of the change rooms and stripped down, then wrapped a towel around herself. She turned on the water so it was nice and hot, just the way she liked it. She unwrapped the towel and hung it on a hook. She stood under the spray for at least 10 minutes, just letting the water run over her.

She stayed in the shower for a little while longer. When she finally got out, she realized she'd been in there for an hour. She dried and changed into a pair of blue jeans, a white tank top and a long sleeve white shirt over that. She went out to the main room and sat on the bench she'd fallen asleep on earlier. She brushed her hair quickly and stood up and went to her locker to deposit her belongings.

She shut the locker door and as soon as she did, she felt a pair of strong hands on her shoulders, massaging them firmly.

She jumped a little.

"It's only me Katie," Oliver said into her ear.

"You scared me," she replied stupidly. Massages always made her a bit silly in the head. She just got so relaxed whenever someone did that.

"I know," Oliver said with a chuckle.

"I thought everyone was gone, I was in the shower for so long," she said softly.

"I know. I waited around because I wanted to talk to you about the other night," he replied.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"You know how you told me that you couldn't get me out of your head?" Oliver asked and noticed the back of her neck went pink.

She nodded.

"I just wanted to tell you that I can't get you out of my head either," he murmured, his lips extremely close to her ear.

Katie shuddered.

Oliver moved his body so it was right up against Katie's.

"What are you doing Oliver?" Katie asked with a gasp.

"Nothing."

His hands moved from her shoulders to her hips. He felt her body shudder under his touch.

"Oliver…"

He kissed her neck and she grinded her hips into his.

He moaned her name, and wrapped one arm around her waist, grinding back, allowing the other to do what he wanted. He placed his hand on her chest.

"Oliver, we have to stop," she said, breaking free and turning to face him.

"Why?"

"We just have to; we're not supposed to be doing this."

"Who cares Katie? I want you, and I can tell that you want me too."

She looked up into his deep brown eyes. He did want her, it was apparent by his intense eyes staring at her, and the rather large bulge she noticed in his pants.

"I do want you," she said silently.

"Then what's wrong?"

"What if Snape finds out?"

"What's he going to do? He can't go out and say he'd had an affair with you. His ass is on the line."

"But my marks!"

"He's not going to be the one testing you for NEWTs! It's going to be ministry officials! Plus, Dumbledore always knows what our marks are, Snape wouldn't dare drop you, it'd cause him to think something was up!"

Katie looked dejected for a moment, but quickly cheered up. "That does make sense," she muttered.

"Look at me," Oliver said to her.

She lifted her head.

Oliver wrapped one arm around her shoulders, the other around her waist, and pulled her in. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his lips softly. He responded, deepening the kiss. His hands roamed up and down her back strongly, once or twice going a bit further and grabbing her firm bottom.

She felt his hands slither under her shirt, grabbing at her stomach and breasts. They separated and she lifted her arms. Oliver slowly took her shirt off.

He took her back into his arms, kissing her neck and shoulders. She responded. She pulled at his hair and jumper, his name gently escaping her lips. She grinded her hips hard against his muscular body, never wanting his lips to leave her.

He pushed the straps of her tank top down, caressing and kissing her bare shoulders.

She reached down and touched his extremely hard erection. He moaned loudly, encouraging Katie to keep going. She squeezed and stroked him until he finally found the words he wanted.

"Do you want to?" he asked softly, grinding himself against her, "Do you want me?"

A/N: I hope that wasn't too smutty...