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Saturday Morning

Katie sat at the table in the Great Hall the following Saturday morning, reading the daily prophet and munching a bit of toast. George plopped down beside her and stared meaningfully at her ear until she looked up.

"Yes, George?" she sighed.

"You like Ollie, right?"

"Erm…" she blushed and put down the newspaper and toast, than turned to face him head-on.

"Okay, you do" he said, "and he likes you. But he's a chicken and won't ask you out, right?"

"George," she looked at him like he had grown two heads, "when did you get so straight forward and serious?"

"That is not the point. But I was always this way, I just hide it in case someone thinks I bear resemblance to Percy." At this he shuddered, and Katie smiled appreciatively. "Anyway, Oliver likes you, you like Oliver, Oliver's too chicken to ask you to go to Hogsmeade or where ever. So, Fred and I devised a plan—"

"What? No! You devised it, George!" Fed said, sitting on the other side of Katie. "I had no part, except saying 'it could work'."

"Yea, that's helping! Helping equals devising!" George retorted.

"No, that's agreeing." George glared at his brother, "Well I don't want to get hit! And she will hit you! You will hit him, won't you, Katie?" Fred asked.

"Erm…why?" Katie looked back and forth between the red-heads with a wary look on her face.

"Because George is an idiot!" Fred exclaimed.

"What? If I am, than so are you!" George argued.

"Guys! George, what are you bloody talking about, and Fred, you can't stand to let someone plan something without you, so get over it, you probably devised just as much as he did."

"Fine…tell her, George!" Fred smirked and settled in to the bench, than realized there was food in front of him and dug in.

George sighed and looked at Katie. "Okay, Kates. See what we had in mind was you tell him and that way, it will all be solved."

Katie stared at him and laughed. "It took both of you to come up with that?" she asked, still giggling.

"Oh, no!" Alicia said as she sat down across from the twins and Katie, "You told her didn't you? Katie, I swear, I told them it was a stupid idea…I mean, you're the girl…it's like, social law that the guy has to make the first step!"

"I made the first step though," Angelina said grabbing an orange as she sat next to Alicia. She winked at Fred, and he blushed as she blew him a kiss.

"Guys, yea…it is a good idea, but what am I supposed to do? Walk up to him and go 'Hey Ollie, I like you, you like me, lets get together, yea?" Katie shook her head and reached for her toast again.

At this point, the doorway to the Great Hall exploded in noise, and silence coated the rest of the room.

"Percy! You cannot just walk away from me like that!" Oliver's voice bellowed.

The tall red-head striding away from him turned around face him and said in an icy voice, "O really, Wood? Because I thought I just was. I don't care if I am your ruddy best friend, you do not talk to a head boy like that!"

"Like you're so all powerful, Weasley!"

"I know I'm not!" Percy's eyes flashed and he stormed to the opposite end of the table, where he sat angrily next to Penelope Clearwater.

Oliver's nostrils flared in anger and he stomped to where Katie, Alicia, Angelina and the twins were sitting. He flopped down next to Alicia and huffed. "Stupid prat. Thinks he's Fudge or something!" he muttered and made a face that the rest of them took to be an impersonation of Percy. Katie snorted and was rewarded with a glare from Oliver. "Think this is funny, do you, Bell?" he fumed.

"No, but your face is, Ollie." George snickered and hid his face in his napkin. Angelina kicked Fred under the table as he opened his mouth to add something to his brother's comment.

Oliver growled and stood up, almost upsetting the table. "If you want to make fun of me any more, I will be in my dormitory," he snapped and stalked off.

Angelina looked at George, "Nice going, prat," she said than looked at Katie, "If one of us doesn't go calm him down, he's going to be a chimaera later."

Katie narrowed her eyes at her best friend. "You want me to do it, don't you?" Alicia and Angelina both donned matching pouts. Katie looked at the twins beside her, who were pointedly looking anywhere but her, knowing that if they made eye contact, they would be made to go find Oliver. Katie exhaled forcefully, "fine…sodding lot of cowards." she stuck out her tongue and followed her captain up to Gryffindor Tower.

As she entered the common room, she spotted a single brown-haired head poking up from one of the couches in front of the unlit fireplace. Katie grinned and tip-toed over. She placed her hands over his eyes and whispered "guess who" in his ear.

"Go away" he growled.

"C'mon, you know you want to," she whispered again.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Please?"

"Katie?"

She pulled her hands away and jumped over the back of the couch to land next to him. "What's up?" He gave her a blank stare. "Okay…fine. What did Percy do?"

He mumbled something and turned back to staring at the fireplace.

"I'm sorry, Oliver, but I cant hear you. I think you've deafened me over the past three years. You're going to have to speak up," Katie smiled, knowing this was annoying him and that it would help. She knew that sometimes the only way to get Oliver to stop fuming and sulking was to make him mad and make him yell at a person.

Oliver looked back at Katie, "Please, Katie…either just sit here with me, or leave…I don't want to get mad at you too," he begged.

Katie gazed at him and sighed, "Okay, Ollie…we'll just sit." She leaned her head on his shoulder and patted his knee. Oliver put his arm around her and nuzzled her head.

About a half an hour later, Oliver suddenly sat forward and looked over his shoulder at Katie who was still resting against the back of the couch.

"Thanks, Kates," he said.

"No problem, Ollie. But can you tell me what Percy said now?"

"He said that I was jealous of him because he's dating Penelope, and that I should "stop trying to steal her away; it's not working". Than when I called him a booger-eating prat, he took twenty points away. Than when I told him I was surprised he could actually talk since his head was so far up his own arse, he took twenty more away and called me…well…what it comes down to is 'bloody Scot'. Than he stormed out and I followed him and you heard the ending." he said, grinning sheepishly.

Katie laughed and nodded, "Do you still like Penelope though?"

"No! I got over her last year. She's not interested in Quidditch enough for me. I want someone who's actually read Quidditch Through The Ages without it being assigned by me." Oliver said.

As what that comment implied (that Oliver wanted Katie) sunk in to both of them, the situation became awkward and they both stiffened a little. "Erm, so…how about a fly?" Katie asked, her voice cracking at the end.

Oliver mutely nodded his head, hoping that she didn't notice the blush that had spread all over his face.

Out on the pitch, Katie grabbed the quaffle and began to fly towards the posts where Oliver was hovering. As she zig-zagged back and forth, she kept her eyes on him, trying to piece through what he had just hinted at back in the Common Room. She threw the red ball at him watched him catch it easily as it meandered towards the right hoop.

"Kates! What's up with you?" he asked, frustrated at her performance.

"Sorry, Ol's. Guess I'm just a bit distraced."

"Well, focus! I know this isn't a regular practice, but you still have to focus. If you practice not focusing, you're not going to be focused for the game! And not focusing on the game, means that we lose. We can't have two chasers focusing, and one not. Focus, Katie, focus!" he chided, tossing it back to her.

She stared at him and caught the ball deftly. "So, wait…I don't think I got this…you want me to focus?" she asked. He glared and gave her a little wave telling her to try again. "Sorry, Ol, I just couldn't resist."

Four shots later, a shout came from below. They looked down to see four of their teammates. The four mounted their brooms and flew up to the same height as Katie and Oliver.

"Oy, mind if we join you? The girls are boring. Seems even though they're sitting right next to their boyfriends" at this, Fred looked pointedly at Angelina, who ignored him, "they still have to talk about boys."

"O come on!" Alicia retorted, "like we really want to hear about your sodding joke shop plans? Please!"

"Sodding! Fred! She just said they were sodding! Ali, I will have you know that our plans are not sodding, they're brilliant!" George exclaimed.

Katie laughed and tossed the quaffle to Angelina, who caught it and chucked it at Fred. Fred ducked instead of catching it, and Alicia had to do some fancy flying to keep it from falling to earth.

"Fred! You're supposed to catch it!" Angelina screeched. Fred stuck his tongue out at her and zoomed away.

The six teenagers spent a few hours just passing and goofing off. As lunch time rapidly approached, they decided to head indoors. Angelina, Alicia and the twins left after Oliver said that he and Katie would put everything away.

"Hey, Katie!" Oliver said, as Katie walked out the locker room door. She turned around and stepped back in.

"Yea?" she asked brightly. The weird tension between them had evaporated during the time spent with friends.

"Erm…would you…would you like to…would you like to…" Oliver fumbled.

"Would I like to what, Oliver?"

"Never mind. Let's head up to lunch, yea?" he sighed and brushed past her and walked quickly in the direction of the school.

Katie rolled her eyes and repeatedly banged her head on the wall a few times before following him up there with a muttered "Cowardly bugger."

In Reply to: (yes, I realize its all very squishy, sorry bout that, but there were 11 of you, and I didn't want the responses to be longer than the chapter)

Olympian: altho I prefer inflatable crayons for hitting myself on the head, you're welcome. it is also a pet peeve of mine, which is why I put them in the correct years.

Onasi26: I did update…really. :P

Quidditch-Obsessed: hold on! these things cannot be rushed! they take time…or, at least as much time as I deem worthy…and yes, Oliver is a damn idiot…but that's why we love him!

Eowebriviel: there you go, hope you liked!

Bri007: I loved your third review, it made me crack up! And to your second one, I tried my best! And to your first one: if I get too sickeningly sweet, please come hit me with an inflatable crayon.

Shadow: there you go! that was more! lol

Spexy: thank you!

Kit Merlot: yes, Oliver is rather clueless. but hopefully, he'll learn something.

Depth.of.a.shadow.: snort so yea, at this point, if I was anywhere near people, they'd be looking at me again…and you never know, he may resort to sock patterns, he may not! but I'm not telling! and now, since you have inspired me to take a trip back a couple of years with insults, I am going to go call my "editor" a 'big stinkie poo-head with cooties' since she made me edit this one myself by not responding.

Maria Casey Wood: well, it doesn't normally happen with the mistakes, but sometimes I just don't see them even when I'm reading over…and Oliver is one of the few people in this world who can do "continuous breathing" where he can breathe out his mouth and in thru his nose at the same time…tries to keep straight face and fails…naw, idn…he just did.

Bedazzled: thank you!

Okay, so yep…there they are…if you want special recognition (either again or for the first time) you're just gonna have to press that little button down there that says "Go" and altho it's not green, you can still go…or you can pretend its yellow and go extra fast…but whatever you do, do not pretend that it is red and stop. Anyway, keep reviewing, and as always, THANK YOU!