Ok guys

#1: yes I know, Oliver has recently obtained a magnetic force for random girls. But do really think I'll keep her for that long?

#2: I loved the pictures, so great, thanks sooooooo much!

#3: I recently read a story called 'Saving Katie' by Siriuslypranked. I dunno, it sounds a lot like mine so could you guys maybe go read it and tell me if I'm going crazy or not? Because the name 'Kat' and everyone writing in her diary sound familiar.

#4: do you really think I haven't had this chapter planned out for ages? Well, maybe not ages, but ever since February started?

Love you all!

February 6, lunch

Oliver has recently obtained a new topic to constantly talk about. Natasha, aka 'Nat'.

"So what do you think of her?" he asked me once he came back from his date with her last night.

He had just told me, rather us, about his date. How he took her to Hogsmeade and everywhere. This went on for like 30 minutes, but it felt like forever, and the only thing I could do from screaming was to constantly space out, staring at the lock of hair sticking up in the back of his head, pretending to listen.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Jez, I only met her once, Oliver. But she seems nice," I lied.

I felt my cheeks get warm and instantly diverted my eyes to the crackling fire. But for once, he didn't catch my lie.

So now it's today, at lunch, and Natasha is officially sitting with us. She completely threw a monkey wrench in our whole system of living!

February 7, Saturday, after practice.

I am seriously afraid for all our lives. Oliver Wood, the Oliver who makes us fly circles around him while he sits on his butt and yells at us, the Oliver Wood who talks about nothing else but Quidditch, cut practice short…for Natasha.

When Oliver Wood cuts practice short, you know the world is about to end. You know that the sky will fall and pigs will all of a sudden fly out of everyone's nose. Take cover.

February 10, Tuesday, 9 pm.

It was snowing as I walked to practice today. And it was a nice snowfall. Not the kind where the wind howled and whipped the snow in your face painfully, but the kind that just fell. Like any other time it snowed, I took my time, taking in the peacefulness and beauty. Snowfall is on my top ten list of prettiest things.

"Your never going to make it on practice on time at this rate."

I spun around and there was Oliver.

"Don't do that!" I scolded, punching him lightly.

He was wearing his old denim jacket I've known for four years and snow was sticking to his hair. He shrugged his shoulders, "it's not my fault you walk slow."

And he started walking quickly to the pitch. I don't walk slow!…most of the time. He was a good twenty feet in front of me by then, so of course, I sprinted to him and jumped on his back. Except, he kinda spun around at the last second and we kinda tumbled down the hill I forgot was there and he kinda landed on top of me…kinda.

"Ok," I said, pulling my arm out from in between us and pushing my hair out of my face, "I definitely didn't see that one coming."

"I would hope so," Oliver said smiling, still on top of me, "because then I would have to give you double practice."

"And you would never, ever, do that," I said sarcastically.

He chuckled and then…all was silent. I mean, there is always some sound. But not then. There was only the snow falling silently and us in the snow, Oliver laying on top of me…awkward, hu?

"Ok," Oliver said, finally getting up after a while, breaking the silence, "if we don't hurry, we'll both be late for practice."

He offered me a hand and I took it, brushing off the snow. And we walked to the pitch…silently. Oh the awkwardness. Any other time, before Natasha, I would've enjoyed it. But every bone in my body wanted to scream out how horrible she was and it took all my concentration not to.

"So…" I said, breaking the silence as we neared the pitch, "You and Natasha, hu?"

"Yeah," he said smiling.

"How…" I searched for a word, "…nice."

"Yeah," he sighed happily, "she is."

I can only hope he really is happy.February 12, Thursday, DADA

Boy, this Valentine's Day is really looking up. So far, I'll be spending it alone.Here's a note I sent to Alicia in DADA

So what are we doing this weekend in Hogsmeade? I can't wait

…we?

yeah, me, you, Angelina, the twins, and Oliver.

Oliver is going to be with Natasha.

oh yeah, least I got you guys.

actually, me and George have plans.

oh?

yeah, I'm sorry.

for what? This is like the first time I've been happy all week! I would get up and dance if we weren't in class!

really?

yeah, you two make such a cute couple!

you think?

I know!

…will you help me find something to wear?

of course! Hell, I'll even do your hair!

:D

They really do make a cute couple. I go with Angelina and Fred then. No worries…I hope.

Herbology

ok, I guess I really am spending Valentine's Day alone. I asked Angelina last class, note style.

So what are we doing in Hogsmeade?

about that, I'm going with Fred.

…

Alone.

oh.

I'm really sorry, maybe you can go with Alicia and George.

ok, I'll ask her…I'm doing your hair.

haha, alright!

Little did she know I already did…ask Alicia that is.

I'm sure I'll find something to do...hopefully

February 14 aka Valentines Day, Friday, right before I have to go to Hogsmeade.

"But you have to go!" Angelina moaned as I did her hair and Alicia rummaged through her clothes for something she should wear. It was almost two hours before we had to go.

"No I don't," I protested as I tried to get a large knot out of her hair. "Opps, sorry."

"Don't worry, but you have to!"

"I don't have anyone t go with."

"So?" Alicia asked from Angelina's closet.

"So, no one would dare go into Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day without a date," I explained.

"You would," Angelina pointed out, "remember last year?"

"That was different."

"How?"

"You two didn't have dates either," I pointed out.

"You should go," Alicia said, walking over and carrying an outfit. "It'll cheer you up."

I laughed lightly, "cheer me up from what?"

"Natasha," they chorused together.

I sighed, "Do you really think she brings me down that much?"

"Yes," they said together again.

"Just go for an hour or two," Alicia said.

"Yeah," Angelina agreed, "my best mate isn't going to sit in the castle alone on Valentine's Day."

"Oh alright," I gave in, "But only for an hour or two."

Noon, just outside of Hogsmeade, sitting on a stump at the edge of the woods.

How did I ever let myself get dragged into this? I mean really! I have reached an all time low. Only I would sit on a stump, in the cold, while it's snowing, without a date, in Hogsmeade, on Valentine's Day. Only me.I hope Alicia and George are having fun, Angelina and Fred too. Even Oliver, but not Natasha, she can rot. They're so cute together though. Alicia and Angelina and the twins I mean. George took Alicia to that little tea shop and Angelina and Fred have spent the better part of the day pranking random people on the street. That's one reason I'm on this stump.

The other is that I saw Oliver and Natasha. I was walking towards Zonko's when I saw them. I was kicking a little tuff of snow on the ground and when I looked up, I saw Natasha hanging on Oliver's arm across the street and laughing at some witty thing she said. Oliver was laughing lightly and then he saw me. He sent me a concerned look before Natasha caught sight of me too and dragged him away. I think he felt bad that I was alone. He kept looking back over his shoulder at me as I stood in the snow and Natasha kept trying to keep his attention.

Finally she stopped the both of them, grabbed him by the ears, and kissed him. Not to mention sending me an evil smirk before hand.

I kinda panicked, I turned on my heel and here I am. I had forgotten my gloves again and shoved my hands in my pocket. It's the one I wore to Hogsmeade over break, you know the old black petticoat, and Oliver's gloves were still in the pockets.

I am truly pathetic. Griffindor chaser and I can't even find a lousy date for a lousy Hogsmeade trip. Ugh.

Well, such is a life as a Bell

.8 pm

Funny world this is. One moment I'm sitting on a tree stump, and the next, I'm sitting in the Three Broomsticks with Cedric Diggory. That has got to be the definition of weird.

"Um, are you ok?"

It was around three and I was still sitting on that tree stump, playing with the snow with my feet. I looked up and there was Diggory.

I smiled, or made an attempt to smile, god knows what it looked like, "Yeah, I'm ok."

"Alone on Valentine's Day?" he smiled.

How the hell did he know? Oh yeah, I was sitting on a tree stump alone, letting the snow collect on my shoulders, that just might give it away.

"Rubbing it in?" I smiled.

He laughed lightly and shrugged his shoulders, stuffing his hands in his pockets. I looked at my own hands which were warm in Oliver's large gloves.

"Say," he said, breaking the silence, "You want to go get a butter beer at the Three Broomsticks?"

I looked over to the busy streets of Hogsmeade, saw couples with their arms linked and laughing. I knew Alicia and George were somewhere in there, Angelina and Fred too. Maybe even Oliver and Natasha. One butter beer couldn't hurt right?

"Love to," I smiled

He offered me his hand and helped me up off my pathetic tree stump and we walked back to Hogsmeade.

I'll tell you, I never got more looks than I did then. Just think, me and Cedric Diggory, walking down the streets of Hogsmeade, together, on Valentine's Day.

Almost any girl would sell their soul to be where I was. But honestly, I would've traded spots with any one of them. It's not like it was a date, it's not like we were a couple. We just didn't want to be seen alone on Valentine's Day, it's not like we were holding hands or anything.

"I'll be right back," Cedric said, going to get some butter beers.

We had found a raised table and stools near the front of the pub, near the large window. While he was gone I took off my coat and gloves and stared out the window.

Cedric came back in five minutes with the drinks. I wrapped my hands around the warm mug and took a few sips, my eyes not leaving the window.

"You look great, you know," Cedric said softly.

I snapped out of my little trance and snapped my head towards him. What the hell? I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing the sweater Mrs. Weasley made with a pair of jeans and converse. Not to mention my hair, it was down but my sandy blonde hair was in a bun last night so it was really wavy and really messy. I was barely wearing any makeup. Nothing flattering, I swear.

"Hu?"

I wasn't sure if I was hearing right. Was Cedric Diggory hitting on me? No, it couldn't be.

"I said you look great."

Oh my god he was.

"Oh," I said surprised, "Thank you, er, you look nice too…?"

Not really though. Well…a little. His hair was really messy. I mean, Oliver's always is but when his hair is neat-which is close to never- you always have the urge to mess it back up. Cedric didn't have that kind of hair. He couldn't pull it off.

"Uh, thanks Katie," he said.

There was a long pause. I mean a really long pause.

"Good luck on your next match," he finally said. "I know you'll do great."

"Yeah," I said, realized I didn't have to break the silence. "We've been working really hard."

"I know," Cedric agreed, "Wood's got the pitch booked almost every night, it's hard for everyone else to find a day to practice."

"I think that's what he's going for," hell, I was probably right, "either that or he wants to run us into the ground before we play Ravenclaw."

"I heard Harry got a Firebolt," he said this like he forgot about it.

If Oliver was here, he'd say something like 'don't you dare tell him anything ,Bell, or I'll bench you through the whole match,' like he has another chaser, please.

"Yeah," I said in an offhand way, shrugging my shoulders, even if my captain was dating a little prick, I wasn't going to let him down.

"Cho'll find a way around it, though."

Was he seriously thinking someone could get around a Firebolt? And on a Comet 2-60, none the less?

"You think?"

I was going to entertain him. I mean, better than spending Valentine's Day alone, again.

He nodded, "Cho's a great flyer."

"Really?"

"Yeah, a real book wiz, too."

Wait a second, he just hit on me two seconds ago and now he's praising Cho? What the fudge?

"You don't say?"

He nodded again. "Did you know she volunteered at an animal shelter over the summer?"

"A real 'do good'-er, hu?"

"Yup."

For Pete's sake, why didn't he just date her? Why was he sitting in the Three Broomsticks with me? I took one large gulp of butter beer, emptying the mug. Boy, that stuff is hot, take my word for it.

"You want another one?" Cedric asked, looking at our empty mugs.

"Er…" Oliver would kill me if I had two, always going on about how un-nutritious I am, "No, I'm good."

"Well," he got up and grabbed our mugs, "I'm going to get another, be right back."

I sighed as he walked away. Once again, I stared out the window. I watched all the couple walk by, their cheeks all red from the cold, laughing as it got darker outside. I hate Valentine's Day, I thought. Then I saw something that made me jump. Oliver walking quickly down the street, alone.

Why the hell is he alone? Where was Natasha. Then he looked over to where I was sitting and I guess he saw me because he started jogging to the pub. I looked around the pub as the bell rang as he walked in. No Natasha waiting for him in here.

"Hey Kat," he said smiling as he sat down in Cedric's chair.

"Where's Natasha?" I asked, what the hell was he doing here?

"Back at that tea shop, I think," he answered, still smiling.

Now that didn't make sense.

"So…why aren't you with her?" I was very confused by the whole situation.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I guess I realized I didn't want to be there," and he cupped his hand over mine.

"Oh."

Cedric came back that very instant. He looked from me to Oliver to his hand cupped over mine and then back at me.

It was Oliver's turn to 'oh'.

"I guess I came at a bad time," Oliver said, he looked hurt and he stood up and walked out of the pub.

I looked back at Cedric and then out the window to where Oliver was walking in the street with his head hung low, I watched him until he was out of my sight. I felt terrible. I looked back at Cedric.

"I'm sorry," I said standing up and putting back on my coat, "thank you so much, but I really have to go." I rummaged through my pockets and found a few sickles. "Here," I shoved the money in his hand, "I'm sure you and Cho'll make a great couple someday," and I ran out the door.

But by then it was snowing really hard, it was getting dark, and most of the student's were heading back. I could barely see the buildings down the street.

"Oliver?" I called as the street lamps clicked on. I looked at my watch, 5:50. I had to be back at the school by 7, "damn it…OLIVER?"

I walked down the street, calling his name with my hands cupped around.

"Katie?"

I spun around. For a split second I thought it was Oliver, instead it was Fred and Angelina.

"Oh," I sighed disappointed, "it's just you two?"

"Not good enough for you now, Kates?" Fred asked. "By the way, I heard you were with Diggory."

"Wood's going to kill you for fraternizing with the enemy," Angelina pointed out, "but good going." she sent me a congratulatory wink.

But all of this went over my head, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, have you seen Oliver?"

"Forget to give him a Valentine's Day kiss?" Fred asked smirking.

"Of course not," I lied, well it wasn't a lie, but my excuse was, "he forgot his gloves," I held them up.

"You are a terrible liar Bell."

"I know! Where is he?"

They shrugged their shoulders and I continued to run down the street. At the last building I completely gave up. I had so many things running through my head I completely collapsed, plus I still had that Transfig. essay due. I slumped over to the stoop and sat down. I curled my legs up to my chest and hugging them I let my chin rest on my knees. I didn't know what to do!

#1: Oliver was dating a prick.

#2: Oliver's world suddenly revolved around the prick.

#3: Valentine's Day

#4: I didn't have a date

#5: everyone else had a date

#6: I still didn't have a date

#7: I spent the better part of it alone, sitting on a stump

#8: Diggory hits on me

#9: soon after Diggory hits on me, he becomes completely obsessed with Cho.

#10: Oliver ditches the prick

#11: Oliver ditches the prick to spend Valentine's with me.

#12: Soon after Oliver ditches the prick to be with me on Valentine's, Cedric comes back.

#13: soon after Cedric comes back, Oliver runs out the door

#14: now I'm sitting on a stoop, alone again.

#15: I still have that essay due

Yeah, with all that running through your head, I bet you would breakdown too.

"I just can't catch a break!" I screamed out and then buried my head in my knees.

"Yeah, me neither," someone sigh as they sat down next to me.

My head snapped up and there was Oliver.

"Oliver!" I shrieked in a very odd manner, throwing my arms across him. He just chuckled and I pulled away. I rummaged through my pockets and took out his gloves, "You forgot these."

He laughed and took them out my hands. "Have fun with Diggory?"

I looked at him, his eyebrow was cocked and he was smiling crookedly, his hair as messy as ever. I smiled before punching him playfully on the shoulder.

"You have a bad Valentine's Day too?" he asked sighing.

I sighed too, "you couldn't tell?"

"Well, yeah," he answered, "but that's why I went to go find you."

"To rub it in?"

He chuckled, "No one deserves to have a bad Valentine's Day."

"Well, I kinda did."

"How so?"

"I spent half the day sitting on a stump in the snow and a quarter of it listening to Diggory talk about Chang," I said, "Does that sound like a good day?"

He chuckled, "I can't say it does."

There was a pause and I had to ask.

"What happened to Natasha?"

He sighed, "I told you, I realized I didn't want to be there."

I had to ask another question.

"Why?"

"Because I realized she's one of the biggest pricks alive," he answered looking out to the falling snow.

I was so happy I threw my arms around him again and then pulled away after a while.

"What was that for?" he chuckled.

"It took you like a month to realize how terrible she is!" I think I threw my hands in the air. God damn it, why doesn't anybody ever slap me?

"You've thought so this whole time?"

"Of course! Even Fred and George knew!"

He scratched the back of his head, "So either I'm completely oblivious, or have the worst taste in girls."

"Well," I said, "the first one I completely agree with, especially with sarcasm, and Susie wasn't that bad last year."

He chuckled again, "But why didn't you tell me?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "because you seemed so happy. Hell, you even cut practice short for her."

He smiled, "I did, didn't I?"

"So when did your brain kick in and say she's an idiot?"

"After I saw you standing in the snow alone," he said softly.

"Oh," I paused, "sorry for ruining it for you."

He laughed lightly, "Sorry? For ruining it? Kat, you saved from another few months from that…thing."

I shrugged my shoulders, "that's why I'm here."

He looked like he was going to say something else but at that moment Fred and Angelina, along with George and Alicia came up to us.

"Thank god," Fred said, his arm linked with Angelina's, "he finally ditched that bug."

"Praise the lord," Angelina agreed.

Oliver stood up and offered me his hand, "She was that bad, hu?" he chuckled.

"Yes," we all chorused firmly.

"How 'bout around of butter beers, on me?" George asked.

So we all headed back to the Three Broomsticks, Oliver hand around my waist. Maybe this Valentine's Day wasn't so bad after all.

…except I still have to finish that paper…

Haha! A long chappie for your enjoyment! I hope you liked it! …even though it was a little choppy, not one of my best. But tell me what you think anyway! And remember to go read that other story and send me an email or review! You know how it goes!