Those Hazel Eyes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or all the characters made up by J.K. Rowling. Bless that woman.

A/N: Oliver Wood is in his final year, so is Katie Bell. Harry Potter is in his third. May I also say that English isn't my native language. So don't throw rocks at me if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in it.
I still don't know the rating of this story, so it can be changed in the future.

This chapter is Katie POV, but you will also find some Oliver POV's in other chapters.

Chapter one: In The Mighty Hogwarts Express

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Sitting in the Hogwarts Express, it gives me a mighty feeling. Me, Katie Bell, can take over the world, just by sitting in a train. Beware me! Yes, be warned. My last year at Hogwarts will not pass by unnoticed. Me and my partners in crime, the well known twin Fred and George Weasley, will make the grounds in and around the castle unsafe. I know I would back off in the end, but... I am a girl, and girls are allowed to back off.

Even the good students can make the life's of their teachers miserable.

The feeling of might just reached my fingers on my left hand when the compartment door sledded open and my best friend, Alicia Spinnet walked in, followed by Angelina Johnson, the twins and the maniac Oliver Wood. I smiled. Alicia screamed and hugged me tight. Soon, Angelina had joined in. Fred and George did a very good imitation of a girlie scream and were soon joining the group hug. Oliver stood there, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, clicking his tongue.

Really, the boy can be impatient at times. George was the first who let go, when Alicia was half choking in his grasp.

"Sorry, Alicia. Feeling better?" He rubbed her back clumsily, so Alicia fell on the ground, smacking her head against the bench. George pulled a painful face and wanted to pull her up again. Before there were even more accidents, I held him back so Angelina could help Alicia. With care.

Really, George is cute, but he can be so damn clumsy. Last year, when he was playing wizard chess with Fred, one of his knights exploded and a piece got in his eye. We had to practise without him for two whole weeks. 'Two whole fucking weeks,' the exact words of our beloved Captain. He was stressed out, thinking what he had to do if we fell without Beater. But luckily he got to his senses when I slapped him against the head and told him that George would be back before our next game. He is a great boy, but when something happens to his players, he freaks out.

You couldn't call Oliver a 'boy' anymore. Last year, when he stepped in the train and I bumped into him, my eyes fell out of my head. He had grown, and created muscles, yes, those kind of muscles. The kind where you want to snuggle in and grow hard after a rough game of Quidditch, but soft when you needed a shoulder, or in his case, a chest to cry on. His eyes with the chocolate sparkle gave warmth. Hot chocolate sparkles. Hmmm.

"-new tactics over the summer..."

If there is anyone that dares to say that Oliver Wood is perfect. I'm going to pull out every hair that grows on her/his/it's head. Oliver just kept on rambling about damn Quidditch. For us, it is a sport. For relaxation. But Oliver was on the Quidditch pitch when he had done eating, when classes ended and even when we had a week off, you could find him there. This wasn't healthy anymore. He was going to have a heart attack if we don't win that bloody Cup this year.

"- I discussed it with my dad, and he thinks that it is better that you, Alicia, makes some..."

That's it, the boy is obsessed. Alicia was sitting there with a huge hump on her head and he was talking to her about Quidditch?

"Wood, the girl just got half strangled by George and then pushed against a hard wooden bench, and you even dare to think about Quidditch?" I spat out.

It certainly had it's effect. I received many thank-you glares from Alicia and Wood had finally held his mouth. Okay, he's good looking. But it doesn't mean he is allowed to show it off, is he?

Is he?! Why am I even thinking this? I admit, he's the one that had been popping into my mind lately, but that doesn't mean I like him, right? Oh, forget it Katie. Oliver Wood couldn't possibly like you. Think about something else, Katie. No Oliver Wood.

Good, other thoughts... I've cut my hair this summer. And my sister learned how to annoy me. She climbs up in my bed in the middle of the night and starts poking me when I'm just having a dream about Oliver... NO! I'm not thinking about Oliver Wood... Okay, look outside, Katie. Landscape, that couldn't possibly remind me of Oliver, right? Why does the train has move so fast? Why?

 Oh.My.God. Have I... No, it can't be. I saw in the glass that Oliver Wood's eyes were resting on me. Or is it just a stupid fantasy? There was only one way to find it out.

So I turned my head around.

AHA!

I caught him, he smiled shyly and set his eyes back on his little black book with his Quidditch strategies. Was he blushing?

HE WAS BLUSHING!

Hallellulja, so Merlin really exists!

But, you don't like him Katie. Nope, your feelings towards him are just friendly. However, did I caught myself looking at him from time to time.

Cuuuute... So cute, while he is working. His tongue between his teeth, drawing lines and circles and...

"Kaaaaaaaatie..."

I was abruptly jerked away from my daydream. Filled with Ollie Wood.

"Whazzup?" I asked, rather annoyed.

Angelina couldn't help but giggle. Fred and George had that identical smirk on their faces and Alicia was still a bit entangled.

"I asked you a question."

Duh... What do you think I am? Stupid?

"I asked you, if you still heard anything from Cedric this summer?"

Oliver's head jerked up. Looking from me to Angelina.

Angelina had hit the sensitive spot. If there was one person in this whole wide world I didn't want to talk about, it was Cedric.

Yes, THE Cedric Diggory.

Cedric and I had a 'thing' last year. We weren't a couple. But we flirted... all the time. He even kissed me when our year ended and I didn't hear from him since then.

"No, I haven't, and I'm glad about it." I responded shortly.

They must have got the point because they went back to their conversation leaving me alone. Oliver was still looking at me. I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm going to the bathroom, kids."

I stood up and walked out of the compartment.

Stupid Cedric. I don't know why it hurts me so much, as I haven't got any feelings towards him. But still... How would you feel when a boy just grabs you, turns you around and presses his lips on yours, sticks his tongue in your mouth and then just runs off? I had re-lived that scene a billion times over the summer and I had decided that I would drop it.

But... I am a girl. And girls don't go lightly over such things. Or at least, I don't. I found it very cowardice of him not to write me, call me, visit me... He had  my address, my phone number and an owl! Stupid, mud-eating good looking-

"Katie! Watch it!"

Woops, I just bumped into Harry Potter, causing him to lose his balance. I offered him my hand to help him up.

"Really, where were you with your thoughts?" He smiled while he grabbed my hand.

The boy was cute, really.

"I was thinking about...Ugh, never mind. Sorry Harry, we'll catch up later, I really have to go to the bathroom." I said jumping slightly up and down. Harry grinned and waved while I strode by.

A visit to the toilet should be something private, right? Or has the world changed without me noticing it? I was in the toilet, washing my hands when Cedric walked in... In the girl's toilets. The boy was a bloody stalker. He actually wasn't, but it's nicer for me to think that he's a stalker.

I tried to look as pissed off as I could.

"Katie, I..."

"Shut up, Cedric. Maybe you haven't noticed but you're standing in a girl's bathroom. Step outside, I'll be there in a sec."

And so he did. Okay, Katie be strong. Don't forget to breathe, to insult him, don't cry. How's my hair?

...

How's my hair? Fuck my hair.

 With my nose high up in the air, breasts sticking forward, ass pulled in, I met his grey eyes, his dark hair, his handsome face.

"What?"  I said... maybe a little hostile, because the look he gave me, it was a little taken aback.

"I just want you to know," he began very slowly, " that I'm sorry for what happened at the end of last year."

Okay, he's sorry...

"It will certainly never happen again, now that I'm actually seeing... Cho..." he said, without even looking at me, eyes fixed on his shoes. Not that they were very interesting. The boy is cute, but he certainly missed some fashion feeling, that only the woman species seemed to have on this earth.

Ah, that was the reason why he never tried to contact me. That bloody Cho. Not that I care of course. No... wait... I do care. I pulled the most angry face that I could. It seemed to work, because Cedric was taking steps away from me.

"First you flirt with me, all year long. Than you kiss me and leave me there. I waited a whole summer for a sign, from you. A whole damn summer!"

Several people were sticking their heads out of their compartment, after I began to scream. Most of them were looking very serious. Others were snickering.  I screamed all the frustration that I had inside of me, out.

"Not even a letter, a call. Don't you go I'm-a-pureblood-I-don't-know-how-to-use-a-phone on me, Cedric Diggory, because I know you're not! I even gave you my address. And now when the year begins, you just tell me that you have a new flirt? What? I wasn't good enough? You've finished with me? Or is it because I'm a bad kisser? Sod off, Cedric."

There, my pleading was finished. Cedric looked at me, for several seconds, then turned around and stalked off. I don't give a shit if the boy is hurt. He had hurt me. Bastard.

Relief swooped around in my body. Aaaah... Feeling of freedom, all the stress and hurt that falls away. So, with a little smile I went back to my compartment.

This time, it was my turn to get knocked off my feet. My thoughts were once again, far away and I hadn't noticed the person (who was also wandering in his own world) who was heading straight at me. So I almost fell. I felt strong arms slip around my waist, saving me from the hard ground. Hmmm... arms... strong arms! Looking up, I saw a smiling Oliver. Why does he have strong arms? Sigh...

 I quickly freed myself from his arms (my stomach was suddenly gone) and smiled sweetly at him and he released me.

"Sorry," we said at the same time, causing us to laugh again.

"Great minds think alike, hm?" he said, still with that smile on his face.

"That's what they say." I felt my face growing hot. Why do I blush so easily? Merlin, I hate my genes. My mother has the same problem. Thank you, God, for giving me the wrong genes and my brother the good ones.

"It's kind of hot in here, isn't it?" Lame excuse for covering up the blush, but hey, I'm a girl. And I can say whatever I want. Because I'm a girl. But my excuse seemed not to work, because he frowned at me.

"Hot? The window is open, it's rather chilly here..."

Caught...

"...But you are red in the face. You're not having the flu right?"

Wieee! Another excuse! I love you Oliver Wood...

Wait... I don't.

Oh crap.

"Yeah, I think that I might have caught the flu. My brother was home, last month and he was a bit sick. So yeah..." I said very quickly, adding a fake cough... Maybe a bit too fake.

"Your brother? Marc Bell! He plays for Puddlemere United, isn't it? How is he? It's been a long time since I saw him."

Oh no, not the your-brother-is-fantastic talk again.

I smiled sweetly again. "He's fine. Great Chaser, he is."

"Yes, tell him I'll drop by when he's home again."

Oh great, he's dropping by. My brother used to be Gryffindor Quidditch captain five years ago and he, Marc Bell, discovered Oliver Wood in his second year while he was playing outside for fun. Since then Marc and Oliver had been very good friends, but lost contact when Marc began to play for Puddlemere.

That's how we met actually, me and Oliver. We kind of ignored each other in our first and second year, blame the ieuw-he's-a-boy period. But when Marc graduated, I took his place as Chaser and Oliver became Captain. He dropped by from time to time in our house when it was Christmas and summer holidays. We were actually pretty good friends. I don't know when it changed.

"Katie?"

Jerked away from my thoughts again. I hate it. Grumble.

"Yes, I'll tell him, Oliver."

He grinned. "Good. I'll see you later, Kates." And he walked away.

Kates? My day was getting better every minute.

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