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Quidditch and SocksOliver sat in a corner of the common room and stared at the group of people who were sitting at a table near the stairs to the girls' dorms. He sighed and rested his head in his hands as the two males in the group peeled away and walked towards him.
"Hey," Fred murmured, sitting down next to him.
"Mrmph" Oliver grunted, head still in his hands.
"Well, that's very nice…now, could you actually use words?" George asked, grinning.
"I like her!" he mumbled from behind his hands.
George looked questioningly at Fred, who shrugged, "Who, Ollie?"
"Katie!" Oliver moaned.
Realization dawned on the twins and Fred chuckled, "George, I do believe that our dear captain must have made an idiot of himself!"
"Not Oliver! What is the world coming to?" George exclaimed, covering his face dramatically with his hands.
Oliver looked up, "It's not funny!" he wailed.
Fred sighed, clapped a hand on Oliver's shoulder and used his other hand to gesture as he spoke, "Oliver, Oliver, Oliver…yea, it is, mate. Let me guess, you tried to tell her how you felt, and ended up talking about Quidditch?"
"How did you know?"
"You're Oliver," George said like even the most basic intelligence should be able to comprehend such a fact, "When you worry about something, you start talking about Quidditch…well, actually whenever you open your mouth, you start talking about Quidditch. We've actually got a running bet on how long you can—" George was stopped by a sharp jab in the stomach from his brother. "What! We're not telling him? Well than, scratch that Ollie…Anyway, I personally think that if you try to talk about something else for more than let's say, a minute, than your Quidditch side takes over and wham! You start talking about Quidditch again!" George clapped his hands as he said 'wham' and nodded enthusiastically.
"And that's supposed to help me how?" said Oliver desperately. "I mean, thanks for that little bit of insight into my own mind, but it doesn't bloody help in this situation does it?"
Fred smacked his brother on the back of the head and looked Oliver in the eye, "What my dearest brother is trying to say, is that you tried to tell the girl that you liked her, and it blew up in your face because you flipped out and started talking about a subject that has been talked into the ground between you and her, but it's not the end of the world…at least, I think that's what he's trying to say." Fred looked at George to confirm it.
At this point, Katie had stood up from the group of girls by the fire, patted a goodnight to Angelina on the head and walked somewhat dejectedly up the stairs.
"O god…just look at her! I did that to her! I made her feel like that!" Oliver cried.
"Shut up!" George said forcefully, "No you didn't. Or if you did, it can be fixed. Look, when I was trying to ask Alicia out, I freaked out four times before I finally got it out. You know you've messed it up when you start talking about patterned socks and what designs you like best. Quidditch is nothing compared to socks."
Oliver gave a reluctant laugh, "I guess you're right."
"I know he is" Fred said, "Now than,"
"All you have to do," George continued.
"Is try it again."
"Get back up on that broomstick, Ollie!"
Oliver smiled and stood up, "Thanks guys, but I think I'm going to turn in. See you tomorrow, don't forget we have a morning practice."
Fred and George glared at him and muttered a "fine".
"Angie! Alicia! Open up!" the incessant banging on the door woke up the blonde, who had been enjoying a very pleasant dream about a certain red-haired boyfriend of hers. She stared at the clock and growled when she realized it was 2:15 in the morning. Gnashing her teeth in fury, she walked towards the door and wrenched it open.
"Katie, I love you to death, but it is currently 2:15 in the morning and you woke me up from dreaming about George! If you don't have a very good reason, than that 'to death' part may come true!" she seethed at the brunette standing there.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I need to tell someone this, and the girls in my dorm are just…" she made a noise of disgust, "and it's really important, and I wouldn't've woken you up if I didn't feel like I was going to explode and potentially ruin my social life for the next two years!" Katie said in a rush.
By this point, the rest of the dorm had woken up and were staring groggily at the two of them.
Katie smiled and waved an apologetic hello to the five girls. Four of them groaned and flopped down into bed again, covering their heads with pillows and fervently hoping that the younger girl would go away and leave them in peace. The last one rubbed her eyes and stood up.
"Common room" she muttered and pushed past Alicia and Katie in the doorway and down the stairs. The two others followed her down to the cushy chairs in the center of the room.
"Spill, so I can go back to sleep." Angelina said as she curled into a ball in one of the chairs.
Katie sighed and said quickly. "I like Oliver and I think he likes me too, since today after I talked him out of the shower – don't worry, he was fully clothed – he looked at me and was like 'I like…I like' and than started going off about my gloves and wondering if it was ruddy dragon skin and than did you notice how he was really quiet at dinner, almost like he was thinking something over and have you noticed how he always asks my opinion about things? I mean, he never does that to Fred and George, although I can see why, no offense"
"None taken," Alicia and Angelina muttered, waking up slightly as the topic interested them more and more.
"And those two are his best friends, besides Percy of course, but I personally think that's just because they're in the same year, but that's not the point. The point is that I really like Oliver and I think he likes me too, but is just too scared to say it. What do I do?"
"You…" Angelina bit her lip, mulling over the situation.
"You don't worry about it right now," Alicia consoled, "I had to go through an entire conversation about George's favorite patterns on socks before he got up the nerve to ask me out. Boys are just helpless when it comes to expressing feelings. They come equipped with three emotions and three emotions only: happy, neutral and angry. You, as the female of our species, have to coax them into the more complex emotions of affection, and love."
Katie and Angelina stared at her for a moment. Katie, recovering first, remarked: "Wow, it seems I stumbled upon an untapped fountain of knowledge!"
"That's only because she wants to go to bed. She's very intelligent about these types of things when you dangle something like dirty dreams about George in front of her." Angelina ducked as Alicia sent a pillow and a glare at her.
"So, basically I shouldn't worry yet?" Katie asked, hoping she had found at least something to get her through the days until he asked her out.
"Resorting to Quidditch is nothing compared to socks, dear" Alicia said, smiling in a motherly way, "Now than," she said, her smile changing to more of a mischievous grin, "if you are done worrying, I'd like to get back to my honeymoon in dreamland!" She stuck out her tongue and flounced up the stairs.
Angelina looked at Katie, and shrugged. "If it gets really bad, we'll talk to him and encourage him. Don't worry Kates, by the time the Yule Ball comes around, you will be snogging Oliver senseless." She smirked at Katie's reaction and followed her roommate up the stairs.
Katie grinned to herself and settled in to watch the fire in the fire place, before remembering that she had an early practice tomorrow and sprinting up the stairs. When she reached her bed, she fell into a sleep that was riddled with dreams of a certain keeper.
A/N: if you liked, please review…if you didn't…please review…and now, for my own pleasure, here are responses to your reviews.
Sugwrgndwn: that's the beauty of being writing about these characters…the only two that you know as a reader are Fred and George…the rest of them don't really have personalities that are portrayed in the book…so, I can make up my own.
Olympian and Grey Rivers: your reviews made me crack up…and than get funny looks from my dad and his co-workers, which, oddly enough, is not as rare as some might think, but thank you for putting a little laughter into my day (sarcastic pessimistic voice in head gags at sweetness; sweet tempered voice whacks it on the head with a mallet, than smiles angelically)
Kit Merlot: (poker face) my lawyer says I'm not allowed to disclose any information about Katie kissing Oliver just yet… (smiles) but thank you… and I hope you liked the "more"!
Watchtowersing: POST IT! I'LL DEFINITELY READ AND REVIEW! And I'm sure you'll do fine…I was worried about mine too…but than I was like "you kno what, it doesn't matter if I'm bad…cuz who's gonna kno its me unless I tell them?"
Spexy: thank you! (does a little happy dance at mention of my story being "cute")
ALSO: i'm leaving till next friday, the 5th...i'll write while i'm away probly...or at least regain all forms of creativeness that have since left me. REVIEW!