Oh my god, all of you guys' reviews made me crack up hysterically. I'm going to stop myself from rambling and just go straight into the story. Oh, and if anyone has anything about me calling a made up character (which I now own I guess) you might not want to read this. But I'm sure you do, so no worries.

January 9, Monday, sometime after classes and before practice. I'll take a guess and say 5ish, yes I could look at my watch but I feel like being lazy. Some people would say writing all this takes more energy than looking at my watch, but guess what? I don't care…

"I still don't understand it," I said looking at my potions book, gnawing at my quill.

Me, Alicia and Oliver were sitting at our favorite table in the library, I was across from the two of them.

"Oliver?" I looked up and he was daydreaming, well, more like starring I guess. First I thought he was looking straight at me, until I turned around.

Behind me was the Queen of the Sluts. Sarah Massey. 6 th year. Ravenclaw.

Ugh, I want to throw up. It's a known fact that all the girls hem the length of their skirts. Normally, a few inches give or take so the skirt is three or four inches above our knees. Sarah, on the other hand, well let's just say hers is hemmed double the norm. she was only wearing her skirt and blouse, same as me and Alicia. We have always worn white halter tops under our blouses so we could unbutton enough for everyone to realize we do have something on underneath and are in-fact not sluts. Sarah doesn't have a halter top on underneath and has her blouse unbuttoned almost the same amount as ours. I'm not saying I was looking, but you could see her red unmentionable clear across the Quidditch pitch. At the moment she was looking for a book in the row behind my back, and apparently, she had an itch on her leg. So of course, she pulled her skirt up high and higher. Slut…hate her guts…hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em…slut…

Alicia snapped her fingers three times in front of Oliver's face, "Oliver? Earth to Oliver!"

Oliver shook his head vigorously, "Sorry," he smiled, coming out of his trance. "Just daydreaming."

I snorted slightly, "C'mon Oliver. Even you have better taste than that." I nodded my head in Sarah's direction. Did I mention she was a slut?

Oliver cocked an eyebrow at me. A fake 'I dunno what you're talking about' one, and resumed helping me when Angelina and the twins came in.

George sat next to Alicia and Angelina and Fred sat in the chairs to my right.

"Is that Sarah Massey?" George asked looking over my shoulder, she still had that 'itch'.

Alicia slapped him playfully on the shoulder and practically demanded that he help her with transfig., because Alicia is soooooo demanding.

They do make a cute couple though.

Unlike Sarah who will never make a nice couple with anyone…because she's a slut

.January 11, Wednesday, 10 pm.

Something very fishy is going on here. And I'm gonna find out.I gonna go dig some dirt up.

11 pm

Holy. Fudge.

OLIVER WENT OUT WITH THAT SLUT SARAH!

But Oliver has more sense than that, right? I mean, he is the Quidditch captain and he does come up with brilliant plays. Right? I know he has a brain in there! Argh!

And anyway, if he wants to go out with her, I won't stop him. He can date someone if he wants, can't he? I don't care…really, I don't.

…god damn it!

January 14, Thursday, After practice

They must have gone out on a date. I mean, I went to go ask Oliver about it last night but Fred said he had just gone out. Where else would he go? And I was going to the library when I saw them walking there together. And they were talking! Both of them! Not just Sarah blabbing her sluty mouth, but Oliver was talking too! I saw his mouth move, or was it a cough or something?…but his mouth moved!

I'm not sure what happened because I turned on my heel and decided to work in the common room. I had a bunch of potions home work and I thought I could get help there but Alicia and George were too busy playing chess and having meaningless drabble to help. So I went to the dorm where Angelina was looking at the photos from over break and stopped way too often on pictures of her and Fred to pay me any mind.

And all practice Oliver was off. I mean, he was still his usual get-your-ass-up-in-the-air-now-before-I-kick-it-up-there-because-the-schedule-Alicia-gave-me-says-so. But once or twice he saw us chasers mess up and didn't bother to say a thing. Not even to mumble under his breath!

And than after practice Sarah was there and pulled him back while we were all walking back up to the castle. I didn't see him until he came back to the common room almost half an hour later. I dunno if it took that long because I was walking ridiculously fast and through several shortcuts or because she was snogging him in some closet!

January 16, Monday, herbology.

they are going out! What is wrong with the world?So let me tell you what happened. I went to the bathroom on the third floor during D.A. and I went into one of the cubicles. And while I was in there, I found S.M. ( R) and O.W. (G) 4ever…in a heart with a arrow through it!

I nearly screamed! What is she up to? I know she doesn't like him! She's only going out with him because he has a fan club or some what not! He's a captain! He's my captain. My Oliver Wood!

…did I just say 'my Oliver Wood'? God, what is wrong with me?

January 17, Tuesday, 9 pm.

Ugh, for once I got our table with no Sarah in sight. For the past week, she has always been in the library when me and Oliver are. I had given up coming to the library all together last Thursday, but I decided I needed the silence. I needed the quiet where George and Alicia would be discreetly flirting while helping me. I needed the silence when it would normally be replaced by Angelina sighing dreamily every once in a while as she flipped through photos.I was pouring over my potions text book, literally pouring, I think my brain was starting to ooze out onto the table, hunched over with my hands holding up my temples, when Oliver sat down next to me.

"Kat? Do you need some help?"

He was sitting next to me and had put a hand on my shoulder.

I looked up at him. He was smiling warmly and for the first time in god knows how long I didn't return it. I looked back down at me potions work.

"Are you mad at me?" he was whispering and he had leaned in closer to me.

I looked at him, only through a sideways glance. I couldn't look at him head on. He was frowning and his brow was furrowed, his brown eyes unsure. I just sighed and looked back at my work.

"No," I shook my head slightly, "look, I got to get this done by Thursday."

"Is it because what happened over break?" he asked, ignoring me.

I sat up straight and stared at him. Did he really not know? But how could he not? He has a brain, I know he does. Except I didn't voice this, I kind of just blinked, a lot.

"Because we can just forget about it," he started, he was trying to fix something that didn't need to be, "pretend it never happened and-"

"OLIVER!" I didn't mean to scream, but I kind of did. I saw the librarian send me a dirty look. One I often send Sarah every time I see her. I took a deep breath and went back to my work.

"I knew it," Oliver said, "I did something wrong. Was it break? Because I-"

"It's not because of New Year's," I said, still trying to concentrate on potions. Which I did not exceed in because my brain was frying and I was writing down the wrong answers.

"Than what?" he looked over at my work and I knew that he knew I knew nothing about potions, which everyone knew.

"Sarah Massey," I muttered, more to my flunking paper than him, "Queen of the Sluts."

"Queen of the Scots?" he asked confused. "What's wrong with her?"

I think he was slightly offended. I shook my head before he got madder at me than I was at him, "No, Sarah Massey, Queen of the Sluts," I said louder and clearer.

He chuckled, and personally, I didn't think it was funny at the time. But I know we're both going to laugh at the mix up later.

"I didn't know she had such a title," he smirked for a second or two. "What about her?"

"You're going out with her!" I think I even threw my hands in the air. He was suppose to slap me across the face like I told everyone to do if I threw my hands in the air or put them on my hips, but he didn't.

Instead, he looked completely dumbfounded.

"Kat, what on earth are you talking about?"

He was looking at me like he was unsure whether I was mentally stable or not and if he should strap me back down in that mental patient bed. Which, I might add, I was so happy to see.

"So, you're not going out with her?" I was still confused.

"Why would I?" he still looked like he thought I needed a straight jacket.

"Because," I started, "you two were always in the library, I must've seen you in the halls a million times together, and after practice, and you were always out, and in every bathroom there's S.M. and O.W. 4ever in a heart with an arrow threw it! In every bathroom! And you were daydreaming at her that time last Monday!"

Oliver chuckled, "Let me guess: you believed a rumor that she started written, on a bathroom wall no less, saw me with her once or twice and assumed I was going out with her?"

"You were daydreaming at her!"

When he voiced what actually happened, I sounded like the biggest ditz in the world. Officially.

"Who says I was daydreaming at her?" my heart skipped a beat, "Maybe I was just daydreaming in general," my heart got back on track and he added, "Maybe I was daydreaming about the match against Ravenclaw that's in the end of February, incase you forgot." he was smiling at me in a 'you're such an idiot sometimes Katie Bell' way. Which I agreed with completely.

"How could I?" I was smiling, holding up my right hand, "I think I'm getting frost bite on my fingers."

"Let me help you then," he grabbed my book out from under my quill, crossed out almost every word I wrote and started writing in the right answers. Someday I have to learn that concept. Knowing and writing the right answers in potions. Ah, a dream come true.

"But why were you out all the time," hey, I had to defend my reasoning. No matter how stupid or wrong it was. "And why did you get beck half an hour later than everyone else that time after practice when Sarah caught you?"

"I was telling her off that time after practice, Kat," he chuckled, "I couldn't walk down a corridor without her flirting with me."

We have confirmation that Oliver knows when someone is flirting with him. Even though it sounded weird coming form his mouth…

Thank God, I got a little worried last year when Oliver couldn't walk down a hall with one of those younger fan girls fawning all over him. At first I thought he was ignoring them then I thought he was completely oblivious. I guess I was right the first time. Kinda shocking…

"And it was my mum's birthday on Sunday so I snuck out to Hogsmeade a couple of times to find her a gift," he sent me a playful wink, "don't tell anyone though."

I made a 'X' over my heart smiling, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

He chuckled lightly, "don't you dare go and die on me."

I, Katie Bell, am hereby doomed…

"…because I need you for the match."

Way to go and ruin the moment Oliver Wood!

…my Oliver Wood.

What the hell is wrong with me?I know I know. Short. Sorry but my brothers had a lax tourney in Greenport today, like two hours away, so I didn't have much time. Don't worry, next chap will be longer and with more stuff. I had originally planned for this Sarah mix up thing to go on like a month but according to my book, there's a match at the end of Feb, and I didn't feel like dragging it out. And I'll mention the Firebolt in the next chap too, I kinda forgot. Oppsie!