Sorry, been a long time I haven't written much. I know. I tried to get some inspiration, but not enough. But I'd still be updating. I haven't been updating because I had exams, then a night-out in school, then a retreat. I also got sick, and took my "free rest time" writing. Hey, it is resting. P I thank all my reviewers and your patience, lol. Oh, and I decided to give you 2 chapters, since you're all so nice and patient. D Thank you all!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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That nightKatie's POV

Everything seems wasted. I don't know. I want to talk to Oliver; I want him to be back with me. No, that's wrong. It's his fault. He should be the one saying sorry. But he's not. He's not because I'm not letting him explain. But it's not my fault.

Yes, Katie, it is.

No it isn't!

Oh forget your pride, Katie!

I mentally slapped myself. I decided maybe a walk out would clear my mind more. I got a coat and scarf and walked out of the flat. The chilly September air brushed against my cheeks. I shivered.

I walked to the park. I sat on a nearby bench, under a shady tree which made the area feel darker. It's a September night, of course. I breathed in the air, and breathed out mist.

I knew I was going to say this soon, I miss Oliver.

It's been ages. No, all those jokes that we've been snogging in the broom closet? So not true. Our love's more than that. Oliver would always bring me to special places, not a broom closet. Oliver's a sweet guy, he isn't the type, well you know, snog in the broom closet.

Recalling the moments when I've been with him, it's like it all happened again, one by one, all those sweet and special moments. We didn't go anywhere beyond, of course. Oliver respected me, shouldn't guys do that? Maybe that's what I loved about Oliver.

No.

I loved him more than that, I loved everything about him. And I still do.

I cried, thinking of those words. Love, so hard to describe, so deep, so special. Words can't explain it; I don't think anyone has defined real love. It's too complicated to think about. Oftentimes, people mix love with infatuation. There's a huge difference, but people often get confused with both. When one's infatuated, they always think it is love. It's not, well, I can't really explain it.

Why bother? As I said, it's too complicated to explain.

I miss Oliver so much. I guess I should let him explain. I guess I should've let him explain long ago. I wish I didn't have such pride.

Wait, Oliver, just wait, I'm coming.

I stood up, with my tear-stained face but a smile of relief and triumph. I started running down the street, remembering the exact route to his flat. Maybe I'll be there on time before his practice, I shouldn't waste a second!

Someone grabbed my hand, I stopped. I turned my head, and saw it was a dirty old man. I always thought it was Flint, he usually did that. But this is not Hogwarts, and Flint is working somewhere else. Harry owled us one time saying that Flint was a Death-Eater. Great, now that's even scarier.

"Let go!" I protested. Just a few more blocks, I thought.

"You little missy, got some pennies to spare for an old man like me?" the dirty old man asked.

"Sorry, sir, I don't, just let me go!" I protested some more. It's true I had no money; I left my wallet in my flat.

"Well then, why don't you just spend a night with me?" the man asked slyly with his hoarse voice. I was horrified not only I did I want Oliver next to me, but Angelina so she could report sexual harassment!

"LET ME GO!" I screamed, but the man placed a Freezing Charm on me. Oh bloody curses!

My body fell on the concrete ground; immobile.

"A pretty catch, eh!" the man grinned and grabbed my legs. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't!

"Let her go," said a voice. It sounded familiar, very familiar. It was Oliver's.

"What if I don't?" the man hissed. Oliver let out his wand and wordlessly thought of a spell. I heard a thump, the man fell. Then Oliver pointed his wand at me and countered the Freezing Charm. He pulled me up.

"I heard a scream from my flat, I came as soon as possible," Oliver said. I looked at him, wanting to cry so badly. I subconsciously hugged him and started crying on Oliver. He patted my back and gave me assuring words saying, "It's okay, it's okay, you're safe…"

He brought me to his flat and gave me hot chocolate. He knew that has always been my favorite treat.

"You'll be late for practice," I told him. He shrugged, "Nah, it won't hurt if I missed one practice."

I smiled and sipped from my cup.

"Why were you there in the first place?" Oliver asked.

"I wanted to visit you," I explained.

"Oh, why?" Oliver asked.

"To hear you out..." I replied. Oliver fell silent. I fell silent. We fell silent.

"Sorry," we both said at the same time. Then we both laughed.

"Katie, you know I wouldn't hurt you," Oliver said. I nodded and smiled, "So sorry for not believing you then."

"It's okay," he replied and gave me a peck on the cheek. I blushed a bit.

"You okay?" Oliver asked me.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Angelina's going to be relieved," Oliver said.

"Not really, there's still Alicia and George," I replied.

"Yeah."

This is what I just realized, right then and there. No matter how someone's going to hold their feelings, it would still let go. Alicia should know that. How hard she tries, it would still be revealed. Why bother hide it when you know you have it?

I guess I have to talk to Alicia again.

"I pity George, he can't stop thinking about Alicia but Alicia's for Eric," Oliver said, before taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

I guess love could be expressed in different ways, but all are just the same. I mean, one may give gifts, one may show affection, one may do this, and one may do that. But they're all the same. I mean, you still love the person. You care for them; you think about them, you love them. So many ways to express it, it just has the same meaning.

"She isn't," I answered firmly, "She's denying herself, I don't know why, but she is."

"It's forced marriage-"

"They're not yet even married," I corrected Oliver.

"Forced engagement," Oliver said, "it has to start with the parents, of course. Alicia couldn't stand up against her father."

"True," I replied, "But she's lying to herself."

"As friends, what do we do?" Oliver asked. I shrugged, "I thought you would know. Maybe we have to tell her it's okay to tell her father the truth, I mean, her father didn't even know she had a relationship!"

"You got a point," Oliver said. I took a sip from my cup.

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Next Morning

I knocked the door, "Alicia?" I called.

The door swung open, welcomed by my best friend, always neat and who always woke up early.

"Aren't you going to sign up in St. Mungo's later?" I asked. She nodded, "After lunch."

"Ah, I see, can I visit?" I asked. She laughed and nodded. She ushered me in and closed the door. I sat down on a nearby chair and Alicia served me coffee.

"I'm back with Oliver by the way," I told Alicia.

"So fast!"

"Actually, we've been on a fight for months and you just knew about it yesterday. So yes, it must've been pretty fast for you," I explained to Alicia. She just laughed.

"Alicia, admit it so it's over. You love George, don't you?" I said all of a sudden. Perfect, Bell lost in patience!

"Look, I'm with Eric, what do you think-"

"In forced engagement against your wishes, so do you or do you not love George?" I demanded.

"I'm doing this for my dad," Alicia said.

"I'm not asking if you're doing this for your dad, I'm just asking if you still love him!" I exclaimed. Alicia fell silent. I just looked at her, hoping for answer.

"Are you drinking that coffee?" was all Alicia managed to say.

"You're changing the subject," I told Alicia, "Do you love George?"

Alicia became quiet.

"I told you, I love Eric," Alicia said.

"Stop lying to yourself, Alicia!" I exclaimed, already standing up from my seat. Alicia looked startled, but still stood in poise and grace.

"Stop lying to yourself, you love George! Not Eric! It's okay if you stand up to your father! He didn't even know you had a relationship! He would understand!" I protested.

"But Eric and I have gone this far- -"

"It's because of the arranged marriage thing! It wasn't with your will, if it was, you two won't last! You know you love George and what I don't understand is why you have to hurt yourself and him!"

"I don't want to hurt my dad!" Alicia explained.

"It'll hurt him more if he discovered that he has been hurting his daughter!" I shouted to Alicia.

"He won't know!" Alicia shouted back at me.

"He would know! And why can't you just tell him what you don't like? Isn't that what family is? Always telling what the truth and never lying to each other!"

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!" Alicia shouted back at me and slapped me, right on my cheek.

I touched my cheek, my heart burning in anger, not feeling the pain the slap produced. Not wondering if the slap would cause a bruise. Not minding anything about any pain, but the anger in me.

"Katie… I'm sorry…"

I just left Alicia, alone. It's her problem, she should solve it herself. If that's the way you want it, so be it. I tried to talk to you, help you say what you really feel, help you say the truth not a lie. I don't want you to live in a lie, but that's what you have decided on. So be it. I tried to help you, Alicia, but you don't want any. You just slap the help away. Fine, goodbye. We're not friends anymore; I don't recall you as a sister anymore. Good riddens.

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Angelina's POV

I told Fred to cancel the Joke Shop. Katie told me everything, Alicia did too. Even though Katie and Oliver were together, a bigger problem just grew. I don't know what to do, everything's a mess. I guess I have to wait, until this tangle has gone unknotted.

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