Angelina and Fred had gone off to 'clean a broom closet' and Alicia and George had gone back to his room, leaving Oliver and I out on the stands.

"What do you think?"

I looked at him, I was spacing out. "I'm sorry?"

"What do you think?"

"What do I think of what?"

He shrugged. "About what you're thinking about…"

'What?"

Oliver shrugged and smiled. "I don't know."

I leaned backwards, letting the palms of my hands touch the seat behind me, and then my elbows rested there. Oliver turned himself so that his head fell in my lap. He smiled at me when I looked down at him.

"Do you think they're happy?" I asked him.

"Angelina and Fred?"

I nodded. "And George and Licia…"

He folded his hands in his lap, staring straight up into the sky. "I think so…I hope so…"

I tilted my head up. The sky looked so blue and I could only see one cloud. The wind blew crisp air softly. Behind me, thick dark clouds were forming.

"Katie?"

I didn't look at him. "Hmm?"

"What do you think it's like when you die?"

I sat there and didn't answer for a few minutes.

"I think it's the same feeling that you get when you fall asleep; drifting and heaviness."

"Do you still dream then?"

I nodded. "And some people even sleep walk…and sometimes those are the ghosts we see, I guess. I just like to think of that instead of other ideas."

"That makes sense…so you don't believe in the whole bright light at the end of the tunnel thing?"

I shook my head. "No, that's probably just a dream that dead people have."

"So, when we dream, how do we know we're not dead?"

I sat there, considering. "Well, because we wake up…and that's why we have to live every day like we're going to die that night…because we can…"

Oliver lay there, still staring at the clouds. "What do you think your da dreams of?"

I took a deep breath. Dad. "I really don't know."

He looked at me. "You know, Katie, if you ever need to talk, I'm here…"

This was getting too deep. I didn't want Oliver feeling guilty again… I smiled. "Except when you're obsessed with Quidditch! And that IS everyday!"

He sat up. "No, not ALL the time…."

I stared at him. "Yes, all the time."

He glared at me. "Fine."

I smiled down at him and he winked at me. I heard a loud bell ring. I looked down at Oliver. "Time for Potions, again."

His face fell and he sat up. "I hate Potions."

I shrugged. "I think anyone who isn't a Slytherin hates Potions…"

Oliver didn't say anything but he agreed with me. As we walked across the Quidditch Pitch, Oliver held out his hand to me and I took it. I looked up and the sky was darkening.

"We should get in before it-" it thundered, "storms…"

Oliver grinned at me. I stared at him. It started to sprinkle. I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the castle. He held me back, pulling me towards him.

He pulled me against his body. "I'll get wet!" I whined. Oliver put his hand on my cheek, smiling. He leaned towards me, "I don't care," he whispered. He kissed my forehead and suddenly it was pouring.

I pulled away from him quickly, sprinting in the rain. We would be killed if we were caught skipping class, especially Potions. Oliver chased me across the pitch, keeping his distance.

I was tempted to stop and randomly dance in the rain, but I figured that would take time and if Oliver saw me dancing, he would never take me seriously ever again.

We got to Potions faster than I had thought, but still, Snape punished up.

"Five points from Gryffindor. If you wish to keep your grade, arrive on time."

Oliver smirked and shrugged in response. I, not so brave in front of Snape, lowered my head. Snape cleared his throat. Alicia, Angelina, George, and Fred took up the entire four-seater bench. No room for Oliver and I. Snape noticed that.

"In punishment for your tardiness, Ms. Bell, please sit with Mr. Flint. And, you, Mr. Wood, accompany Ms. Parkinson."

I sighed. It didn't bother me to be around Flint, it really didn't, but I didn't like the fact that it should. I took my seat next to Flint and he didn't acknowledge my presence.

We began class and groups of people began to talk. Oliver was arguing with Pansy about how much griffin saliva to add and Fred and George were talking about Weasley's Wizarding Whatevers. I wasn't really following their conversation. Flint turned to me.

"So, er, how've you been doing, Katie?" he asked, shyly.

"Fine, and yourself, Flint?"

He smiled, obviously more relaxed. "I've been doing good. I hear we have another match next week."

I nodded, adding two more drops of dragon blood into the cauldron in front of us. "I suppose we do."

It was quiet for a while, neither of us knowing what to say. I started thinking about my relationship with Oliver. I loved him, I really did, but for some reason, I started feeling like things were getting sort of…well…strange. Things seemed perfect. Too perfect. It was just… I don't know. Something was different. Something was sort of…missing.

I looked over at him and he saw me. The tips of his ears turned red and he blushed slightly, smiling innocently. That was the Oliver I loved. Yes, loved, although that scared the living daylights out of me sometimes.

The question was, if the time came, would I be happier not dating Oliver? The answer: probably not. But ever since Oliver and I started dating, things were just sort of different. But when I really thought about it, I wouldn't want to give Oliver up, not for anything. Even if things were too perfect, it's better that than have everything screwed up.

Flint was saying something to me, but I wasn't listening anymore. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone looking at me. It was Fred. He gave me sort of an apologetic look. I turned away from him.

What the hell was going on with me? I love Oliver, there, that's it! No more inconsistent, paradoxical (ohh big word!) thinking!

The cauldron in front of me started to bubble and I had to put my mind to use on Potions. Flint looked at me. "You okay, Bell?"

I shrugged.

"You look like your mind's going ten million miles a second…Anything wrong?"

I didn't answer.

Flint sighed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were thinking about Wood."

I shot him a glare.

He shrugged. "Well, you don't look sad, so you're not thinking about your dad. What else would you be thinking about?"

I let out a long breath. "Potions, perhaps? I do need to get my marks up."

Flint shook his head. "Who're you kidding? You're the best at Potions in Gryffindor."

Was that a compliment? Why should I care? I didn't. Good.

The bell rang. End of Potions. Yay! I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. Someone grabbed my arm, gently, pulling me back. I turned and Flint stood there, his hands shoved in his pockets, looking embarrassed.

"Kate, before you go…I just wanted to say…well…be careful…you know?"

"Careful of what?" Now I was intrigued.

He shrugged. "Of…stuff…just be careful, okay?"

I nodded. Why was he being so nice to me? It was about 'the rules' anymore. That mainly had to do with Quidditch and matches. What was going on now? Was Flint genuinely afraid for my safety and feelings? Answer: I have no idea.

I left the Dungeons and made my way up to the Common Room. It seemed like all my friends had disappeared. I noticed Oliver talking to Cedric Diggory in the hallway, Oliver's back to me. Honestly, this was getting pretty weird. There were too many guys in my life: Oliver, Fred, George, Flint, Diggory…was the list ever going to end? I thought it odd that Flint and Diggory had ended up on my list. Although they were minor characters in the movie of my life, there WERE involved, I had to admit that.

Cedric looked at me and Oliver followed his gaze. When I smiled at him, he didn't return it. Bloody Hell. Something was up. I remembered a while ago, when Cedric had thought about dating Cho Chang. I forgot if they had ever dated…damn.

Oliver turned back to Cedric. They talked some more and I went up to the Common Room. I went up to my room and saw something lying on my bed. It was a note. The handwriting didn't look familiar, but it looked rushed, it could be anyone. I sat down on my bed and read it.

'Katie,

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at 9 o'clock. It's important.'

That was it. What the hell did that mean and who was it! I sighed. I would just have to wait until 9 to figure it out. Perhaps it was Oliver, trying to be mysterious. Or maybe it was Fred, wanting to tell me about something. I really didn't know. I hated not knowing.

It was three o'clock and Potions had been my last class. What can I do until 9? I sighed. I dropped the note and hung myself over the side of my bed. I pushed aside old robes and a few shoeboxes full of memories to find what I wanted. My muggle cd player.

Hey, I liked what I liked! I put on the headphones and turned it on, lying back on my bed, closing my eyes. I think I fell asleep because the next think I knew, the music stopped because the batteries had died and the clock said 8:30 pm. I sat up and felt a headache coming on.

This was convenient, waking up half an hour before I was supposed to meet someone. WHO THE BLOODY HELL WAS I MEETING?

I sighed inwardly. Today was just another day, just another ordinary day.

Yeah so there, I hope you like it because I really dont.

Sorry this chapter sucks….I just got a new review and it reminded me that I have to keep this going. Hehe I forgot. And I figured I might as well start it up again before school rots my brain!

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