Chapter 2 – Anything But The Look!

Oliver plopped right onto the seat next to Katie, not saying a word.

"So, Ol… any flings this summer? Declarations of everlasting and faithful love?" Katie asked teasingly,
a playful smile on her lips. He smirked in return before answering.

"Well, the only fling, or love of my life that I have ever had would have to be my broomstick,
of course," he replied, watching Katie slowly register the words. She suddenly burst into laughter.

"You perv!" She slapped his arm playfully.

"How about you?" he asked sweetly.

"Well, there was this one muggle, Andrew, I met while I was visiting at my aunt's. We were
getting pretty chummy. He had dreamy eyes, dark hair…" Oliver began to unconsciously clench his
fists tightly together without even realizing it. "… but I broke it off with him. He was much too full
of himself," she finished. "So, you're saying you've never fallen for someone yet?" shed questioned him,
looking directly at his face.

"Ah, well, you see. There is someone I hold very dear to my heart now," he mumbled,
turning a light pink. He is so adorable when he's embarrassed!

"Oh? You mean to say that the ever obsessed quidditch captain does indeed have feelings
other than friendliness for someone?" she teased.

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?" he growled.

She just laughed and muttered, "Okay, okay. Calm it down, boy. Sheesh."

She turned her head to stare out the window, and found herself gazing at the beautiful scenery
she was passing outside. It grew silent in the compartment – a comfortable silent. Oliver
found that he couldn't stop staring at Katie, whether it be her hair, her face… her whole self, really.
Katie slowly drew out of her thoughts, and suddenly found a reflection of a certain someone
staring at her. She quickly turned around so that she caught him in mid-stare.

"Ah ha! Caught you! Is there anything wrong with my face or something?" she asked.

"No, there's nothing wrong with your face," he sighed. Katie smiled to herself and looked at him.

"I'm bored. Let's talk." Oliver snorted at her short attention span.

"Okay. Let me think. I am quite slow when it comes to thinking of something to talk about."

"Anything!" she exclaimed.

"Well… what's your type, Katie?"

"Excuse me?" she asked, quite confused.

"I mean, what is your type of guy, dipwad?" he chuckled.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, and turned a light pink. He just gave her The Look.

The Look was when Oliver (and only Mr Woody could do it) would make
his oh-so-very-sexy-that-made-girls-melt-smirk. For some reason, it began to
get rather hot in the compartment…

"Well, he would have to be tall and a tad bit muscular… I can't stand guys who are complete
muscle.. it is just so disgusting, with their veiny arms and all. Dreamy eyes… someone who always
has the same interests I do and I know I could talk about anything and everything. Someone
I know I could trust," she said. Wow. Did I just describe Oliver, or what!

"And what about you, Ol?" she asked, poking him in the ribs, causing him to groan.

"Well, she would have to be at least a little pretty; couldn't stand looking at a completely
ugly girl… beautiful eyes, long hair, and (emem) a little curvy at least," he finished quickly,
hoping she wouldn't catch the blush that began to grow on his ears. Katie did notice it,
however, and it brought a smile to her lips.

"Oh? A little curvy, hm?"

"Hey, I'm being honest!" he said, giving her The Look again. Surprisingly, Oliver was totally
unaware of The Look he gave so much. She bust into hysterical laughter at the sudden thought
of a ton of school girls running into his arms after seeing The Look. It only made her
double over when she saw Oliver's face so pink with his ears slightly poking out from embarrassment.

"Oi! What's so funny, Bell?" he asked, smirking at her.

She couldn't help the oncoming laughter.

"You better tell me what's so funny Bell. Wouldn't want me to have to 'torture' it
out of you, eh?" he grinned.

All of Katie's friends knew that torturing her meant tickling her. She was unfortunately,
extremely ticklish. Katie's eyes narrowed, looking at him as if to say, "Don't you dare".

"Bell, if you think I won't do it, then you've got another thing coming." And with that he
lunged at her, straddling her legs on the seat and "torturing" her sides, which Oliver noticed
were very slim.

"You – bloody – bastard!" She gasped, swatting her hands at his face with tears of laughter
running down her face.

"Don't insult my mother, Bell! At least call me something original!" He was quite enjoying this scene.

"Gucamolian – pig – buttocks!" Oliver stared at her for a moment.

"Alright. Fair enough," he laughed.

They were both laughing until they realized how lose they were to each other. Katie
was lying underneath him, breathing heavily, her face flushed. Their faces mere centimeters
apart. Now all we need is for the twins to come waltzing in, she thought under his soft,
intent gaze. She gasped; his eyes were so dark, his face flustered, and he was
staring softly at her, as if he could see her very soul.

My god, look at her, Oliver thought while staring at Katie. Her hair was tangled and
splayed out against the seat, her cheeks flushed to a rosy pink, and breathing heavily.

"Um, Ol? Could you kinda move? I fear the life may be smothered out of me before long…" she murmured.

"Oh! Right. Sorry," he muttered, sitting up and blushing like a little boy, looking at the floor.

"Knockedy Knock Knock!" said a chorus of voices.

"Come in," said Katie, quickly straightening her hair.

"So, any good snogging lately?" Angelina snorted, noticing the two avoiding each
other's eyes and their flushed faces. Katie looked up and glared at her for a moment. Can't she
see that something weird is going on? Oh wait, she already has.

"For your information, no," Katie replied calmly.

"Okay. Just checking."

"So, Gred. Whatever happened to Percy's glasses? I mean, seeing as they are off your head
and your hair is a tad bit singed," observed Katie.

"Ah, he got his glasses back, alright, along with a few dungbombs, of course."

"Given to him by yours truly!" piped up George.

"Poor prefect Percy!" she giggled.

"Yes. Poor Percy indeed," agreed Oliver, the first words he had spoken since
they were all back in the compartment together. He shook his head. Fred and George
had a look of mock appall on their faces.

"What! What about us who have to live with the bloody prat!"

Katie just sighed and stood up to stretch for a moment, when all of a sudden, the lights
went out and the train came to an abrupt, screeching halt. Katie stumbled, falling right
into Oliver's arms. What is this! Let's be in Oliver's Arms Day!

"Sorry Ol, let me get…" but he held her tightly around her waist. "…up."

"Augh. George, is that you lying on top of me and therefore cutting off my remaining
oxygen?" Alicia asked in the quiet darkness.

"No, it's Dumbledore."

"Ow! Fred!"

"Oh, sorry Ange! My fault. I promise I won't do it again. I swear by the hills of Turkey…"

"Oh, do shut up Fred!"

Oliver silently held Katie to him, his arms wrapped around her waist, her arms on his chest.
They could hear each other's breathing, they were so close.

"Ol?" she whispered, suddenly shivering.

"Yes?"

"Do you feel… cold?"

"Yeah, you?" he breathed back in her ear. Katie nodded into her chest.

"Yes, it's an odd feeling really," her voice was highly tense.

"Don't worry, Kates. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise," he whispered fiercely,
stroking her back and rubbing his thumb gently along her cheek. They could both feel the
cold, eerie emptiness inside themselves.

Katie's POV

Even being in Oliver's arms, which I must say was really nice, I still wasn't warm. I felt really
cold and empty, like the happiness was being instantly sucked out of me. It was
such a scary feeling. Dark, cruel images floated in my mind, making everything go black.

But wait a tic! Why the leaping logs am I in Oliver's arms! Why won't he let me go? Is
he scared too? Holy Godric Gryffindor!

And the lights turned back on. What a sight for sore eyes this is.

There were Fred and Angelina in a corner. I could see that Fred was doing an excellent job
of protecting her. And then I saw George and Alicia on the floor, with George toppled
over her. Poor fear. Must be smothered! Then I remembered the rather complicated position
Oliver and I were in. I quickly stood up, my knees shaky.

"Okay then! Everyone alright?" Gods, I can do a horrible job of hiding the fact
that Oliver and I were in an intricate position… and I enjoyed it… Gah. What does this mean?

"I think we're almost there. We better get into our school clothes," said Alicia. Ange
clapped her hands together in a brisk manner.

"Right! Boys, step out for a moment. Girls first."

"Aw, you mean we get to miss out on all the fun of watching you lovely girls change clothes?" smirked
Oliver, giving The Look.

"OUT! OUT NOW!" I shrieked. Yes, shrieked.

"Get your minds out of the gutter boys," said Alicia, giggling. Alicia was giggling? Oh Good Night!
The Apocalypse is finally arriving!

Once the boys were out and the door was locked, I sprang (verbally, not physically) at Ange.

"So, was Fred doing a good job protecting you?" I asked sweetly. She turned
beet red. Ha! So there is something going on between the two of them!

"How long?" asked Alicia.

"Erm, since the end of last term," she muttered under her breath.

"Congrats Ange!" Lish and I said in unison, pulling Ange into a tight hug.

"And what about you, Katie? Was Ollie doing a good job protecting you?" she snickered.
I stepped away from the two of them.

"Now hang on! There is nothing going on between the two of us. Even if there was,
I seriously doubt he would fall for me," I said defensively, trying to keep my loud voice down.
Don't want those boys to hear me, now do I?

"And why the bloody hell would he not like you! Look at you! You're gorgeous (yes, you are!),
athletic, smart, hilarious and witty… why wouldn't he fall for you!" Alicia shrieked. My, there
has been quite a lot of shrieking going on. This could possibly turn into the next Shrieking Shack.
I sat down and sighed.

"Because we are best friends, and that would be just gross?" I meekly replied.

"You know what they say, friends first! Seriously Katie… if I am correct in my guesses,
I would say that you have been hiding some feelings for a certain someone for quite
some time," said Lish. Sheesh, how do best friends do that!

"Well, I kind of, erm, realized that I, um, might like Oliver a small bit," I muttered.

"What was that, dear Katie? Can't hear you," Ange exclaimed, cupping her ear.

"I said I do have feelings for him, okay!" I practically yelled. I hope the boys didn't hear me!

"FINALLY!" yelled Alicia. Well, now that that's over with…

"Would you like me to wave a big banner with the words, 'I LOVE OLIVER!', also?" I grumbled.
No reply.

"I believe that we have to change or the boys will think we're up to something!"

"Probably something dirty," I snickered.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty little girl!" shouted Ange.

Oliver's POV

"Oi! Come on girlies! Us men have to get done too, you know!" George banged on the
compartment door.

"Ever heard of Christmas?" muttered Fred.

"Alright alright! Keep your pants on!" exclaimed Katie.

"Unless you want us to see something!" yelled Angelina. Dirty, dirty girls.

The door opened. Wow. Stating the obvious now, are we Wood?

"Are you alright there, mate?" asked Fred, shaking me.

"Huh? Oh yeah, fine." I just realized that I had been pushed into the compartment.
I really space out too much. I blame the opposite sex for that. Especially Katie.

"He's probably thinking about little Katie. Though, she isn't so little anymore," snickered
George. Fred slapped his twin hard on the head.

"Oi, Forge! How can you say that about our little Kit Kat!" Fred exclaimed, who, I
must admit, was a tad bit protective of Katie. Makes sense, seeing as how so many
guys want her, including me… Yeah, that's right. I am in love with my best friend of
God knows how many years, and not afraid to admit it.

"Wood! Snap out of it and get changed!" groaned one of the twins. Danget. I have so
much trouble telling them apart sometimes.

"So, ickle Olliekins, are you going to ask Katie out this year? Or will it be another year
of tears, heartbreak, and brutal quidditch practices?" they asked in sickening sweet voices.
I knew it was Fred that time. Don't ask me how I know. It just comes. I burst out laughing.

"You two should know that there are going to be brutal quidditch practices no matter what!"

"Oh no! There he goes again about quidditch! The man's a looney!" grumbled George,
throwing his hands in the air.

"But I probably should ask her, shouldn't I? I mean, since it's my last year and all…"

"And you don't want to leave without her unknowledgeable of your feelings for her!" George exclaimed.

"Do you realize how old this gets? We talk about the same thing every bloody year!"

"Well this'll be your last year talking about it, won't it now?" I said bitterly.

"Knock knock! You boys done yet?" asked one of the girls. Fred looked
at me and grinned like a madman.

"Sure, come on in!"

Katie's POV

"Thank the wizards above! I was tired of waiting!" complained Ange. Silly Ange.

"I swear, Ange! You're as patient as a…" Of course I trailed off, for what was in
front of me was none other than a very sexy, very shirtless Oliver! I mean, I've seen
him without a shirt on. Hell, I've seen him in next to nothing! But never when he
looked this good! Wow.

"Um, Katie, you were saying?" Ange nudged me. In the midst of my embarrassment, I
could hear some random snickers in the background. Stupid twins.

"Oh. I was saying that you're as impatient as a child!" I quickly turned around, not
wanting the boys to see me so red faced. I would never hear the end of it. Thought,
I never do hear the end of many things still.

"So, as I was saying, there's going to be a lot more practices this year… Team, we
need to win that cup!" exclaimed Oliver.

"Obsessing over quidditch again, are we Oliver?" I teased, taking a seat next to him.
Thankfully, he had his shirt on. Though I wouldn't mind taking another peek… oh, bad
Katie, bad Katie! I shouldn't be thinking like that! Ow! I really do need to stop hitting
myself on the forehead, attracts too much attention.

"What's the matter, got a headache?" snickered Ange. I simply shot her a "death glare"
which quickly shut her up.

"No, thank you!" I replied, lying back in my seat.

"So, how much bloody longer until we reach Hogwarts?" Alicia asked. At that very
moment, the train stopped.

"I suppose that time would be now, Lis."

"Well, here we are!" grinned Gred and Forge. "After you, ladies!"

Sometimes I really wonder if I chose the right friends.

Alright! Second Chapter down. Just to keep in mind: The POV will change throughout the story - do don't get too lost now! Haha. Remember, it's a sin to read and not review!

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