Haha! Reviews! I love you all sooooooooooooooooo much. And of course there's going to be lots more fluffiness.

And so you know, I had this chap finished the day I posted the last. But I made sure everything was as close to perfect as possible. Mahahahahaha!

February 27, Friday, lunch

Ok, as of now, it is physically impossible to even talk to Oliver without him screaming at you, telling you how to fly better. Even if we're no where near the pitch. He can't even look out that window in the library. If he sees the pitch he gets all jumpy. So we're completely avoiding looking out any westward windows. That's where the pitch is

9 pm

"Oliver?"I had finally made the decision to try and pry Oliver out of his captain's office after dinner. It's been his official hide out all week. And I had brought a secret weapon.

He was currently pouring over plays. I don't even think he heard me.

"Ol'?"

"What do you want, Bell?" he snapped, glaring at me for a second.

Like I was going to back down, I just cocked an eyebrow and smiled ever so slightly.

He hung his head, "I'm sorry," he sighed and looked back up at me, "I've been a real prick all week, haven't I?"

I pretended to think and then shrugged my shoulders, "just a little, Oliver."

"I'm sorry," he hung his head, "it's just-"

"The match," I finished for him, "the game that either makes us or breaks us, the match that puts us in the finals, and the match we need to win to get the cup, your last shot. I know."

He looked back over the play in front of him.

"You know that's not going to do you any good."

He slumped back in his chair, "I know," he sighed. "But-"

"But nothing. We know all the plays by heart, we've had them pounding into our heads twenty four seven for three months. We know them Oliver."

He sighed again, "but can you do them?"

I nearly dropped the box containing my secret weapon, "Are you kidding me? Oliver, I could do all the plays in my sleep!"

He smiled and sat back up, "I know you can, but there's more than one person in the air."

"Really?" I said sarcastically, "all these years I thought I was the only one out there, but then…I do recall someone yelling at me not to fly like I was two."

He chuckled, "boy, I am bad, aren't I?"

I smiled, "You want to win," I shrugged my shoulders ,"nothing wrong with that."

He slumped back in his chair again, "What's that?"

He was looking at the white box tied with red string I was holding. Classic Italian cookie box. Hey, I'm almost 90 Italian, but my great grandpa had the name Bell. So I'm stuck with something completely non-Italian. But I had to do my grandma proud, full Italian, wanted me to go to an Italian wizarding school. I had no problem with that, but my dad on the other hand…-anyway.

"What, this?" I held up the box.

"Yeah, you didn't bring me cookies, did you?" he asked with one eyebrow cocked.

I sighed and walked over to his desk and put it down, "Even I know better than that."

I undid the string and opened the box to reveal the gods of all gods.

"You didn't," Oliver said, smiling over my famous chocolate covered strawberries.

I took one out of the 18 I made and took a bite. Well, I made 20, but I ate two before tying the box. I'm sorry, but when a chocolate crave kicks in…you can't just ignore it.

"C'mon Oliver," I said swallowing, "there good."

"You couldn't have just gotten me regular strawberries?"

"OLIVER!" I groaned. "You god damn nutritious-kilt-wearing-son-of-a-bitch-captain! Just eat the god damn chocolate!"

I was yelling, but I was smiling. I didn't want to, but when you just finished off a chocolate covered strawberry, you can't help it.

He just chuckled and finally picked one up and took a bite. He didn't say how grand of an idea it was to combine both great worlds, chocolate and fruit. He didn't say how wonderful my home made sweets were. He didn't need to say it. You knew he loved it.

We polished off the box in half an hour.

"So will you finally come out of this dump?" I was sitting on his desk, the empty box next to me.

He sighed and looked around the scarlet room. "Maybe."

I looked around too, even though I had been criticized so many times in this place I knew it by heart. There was a big white board on one wall, where the new team play was currently residing. On the opposite wall there was plays tacked over every inch and behind his desk was a huge Griffindor flag. Everything here was business, and Oliver's business was Quidditch. But there was one thing that caught my eye.

A picture on his desk. It was of us, last year after we beat Slytherin, up in the air, someone must've taken it from the stands. We were all red in the face, our hair completely wild, but smiling so hard you would've thought our heads weren't big enough to hold our grins, and we all had our arms around each other's shoulders.

Boy, if only we could beat Slytherin in the finals. Then Oliver would have a picture exactly the same, but with a large silver cup in our hands.

"What are you smiling about?" Oliver asked.

I snapped out of my little trance, I guess I was smiling. "What? Am I not allowed to smile?"

He got up, "Not tomorrow in the air." and he walked out.

I sighed, but followed him out. At least I got him out of that place

February 28, Saturday, 6 am

Holy. Fudge. I am so nervous. I don't think I can climb out of bed. I think I'm hyperventilating. Well, a little nervousness never hurt any one. Better than being completely calm, then you move sluggish.Alicia and Angelina are up too. Angelina staring at the ceiling and Alicia is staring out the window towards the pitch. Go I hope we win. For all our sake's…especially Oliver's.

After the match, like 3 in the morning

WE WON, WE WON, WE WON!

Holy fudge, I can't tell you how good I feel. The adrenaline is just starting to leave. So I better finish writing before I completely fall apart and go to sleep…again.

"Nervous?" Alicia asked me after I finished writing this morning.

I took a shaky deep breath, "Uh hu."

"Well," Angelina said, coming to sit on my bed, "at least we got a Firebolt."

"That only gives me so much comfort room. There's always a chance they could win. No matter what broom we have," it's true. Ask anyone.

"Yeah," Alicia agreed, "but we do have the best team."

"And we're so close," Angelina pointed out and Alicia blushed.

Alicia did manage to tell her before I shouted the big news to the rooftops.

"Hell," I said, "Oliver would glue us together if he had the chance."

They laughed lightly, " 'better to bring the team together'." Angelina said in Oliver's Scottish accent. Actually, it was really good.

We decided to get into our Quidditch robes and had down to the Great Hall at around seven. Most of the team was there already. And Oliver was beaming over the Firebolt laid out on the table.

Everybody came over. People from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, even a few Slytherins 'discreetly' lingered over to get a look at it. No doubt reporting the news to their captain, the scum bag more commonly known as Flint. Cedric came over too and left after congratulating Harry for getting such a great broom. But not before sending me a glance. Why doesn't he just date Cho for Pete's sake? And Percy practically gave us orders to win. Oh we'll win…but not because he said so, the little prick.

Malfoy came over and started some lame attempt to put us down. More specifically Harry, but with a broom like that how could you. We all laughed as he sulked away defeated. Harry had some snappy comeback, but I was dazing out and just joined in the howling laughter everyone else had started.

Quarter to eleven we all marched out towards the pitch. Feeling slightly better with the Firebolt in our midst. God bless that thing and who ever sent it to him.

So we finally got out there after Oliver's pre-game pep talk, and Oliver shook hands with Davies. More like glaring at him, but whatever. But I did notice Harry looking at Cho. Diggory better hurry up and snag her before Harry does.

I quickly turned my attention back to Madame Hooch who I just caught giving the command to kick off. I swear, Harry's broom went like twenty feet higher than mine and three times as fast.

I came up with the Quaffle and Lee was going on about the Firebolt. You'd think he was advertising for the thing. I scored the first goal when we all saw Harry dive for the snitch. But a bludger came out of nowhere and he had to veer of course. And the thing got away. But George sent his compliments to the other beater with a second bludger that made him roll over to avoid it. Ha ha ha.

And we even were able to pull off several of Oliver's plays. Even the one where the twins sent me through the hoop. It went a lot smoother than it did in practice. Probably because the keeper didn't get in my way. Even upside down I could see Oliver punch the air from the other side of the pitch.

"What the hell kind of play was that?" Lee asked in awe over the mic. "How'd she pull that one off? My god, one of Wood's crazy plays I guess…"

Boy, did he guess right.

By then it was 80-0 us. And Lee continued to advertise for the Firebolt and McGonagall almost stole the Magical Mic from him. But Ravenclaw was pulling back and we were only 50 points ahead. By now Oliver getting antsy.

"HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" Oliver roared from his goal posts as Cho blocked Harry again. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!"

I let out a small laugh as we headed to the Ravenclaw goal posts.

Good ol' Oliver.

Then Harry pulled off this perfect feint and streaked with us to the goal posts. Well, more like ahead of us, that thing is fast. Then tree dementors came out onto the field and Angelina nearly dropped the quaffle at the sight of them. But it was different. It didn't get cold and the joy wasn't sucked out of the stadium. Then Harry pulled his wand out of no where and sent a silver spell at them. They fell to the ground and Harry caught the snitch with his wand still in his hand.

Angelina chucked the quaffle in the air and we all raced towards Harry. Me, Alicia and Angelina all kissed that blessed kid, Fred and George almost knocked him out and all the while Oliver was shouting 'that's my boy!'.

How we ever got to the ground I have no idea. We must've been some sight though. I was half way off my broom for the whole time, and Alicia almost fell of but George caught her at the last second. No matter what anyone says, they will always make a cute couple.

"I'm worried about them."

Someone had just finished congratulating me and Fred had come up behind me.

"What do you mean?" I looked over to George and Alicia who were currently kissing in a group of onlookers who were 'ooooooooooh'-ing. "They make a great couple. Anyone who says otherwise is crazy!"

Fred laughed, "Try telling that to Oliver. He'll be the crazy one."

I laughed too and then weaved my way through the crowd to go and find him. Everyone was slapping me on the back so hard I thought I would get knocked over. Then someone picked me up by the waist and spun me around in a circle. Once my feet were back on the ground I realized it was Oliver.

"There you are!" I said, "I've been try to find you-"

But he cut me off. He practically lifted me off the ground by my ears and kissed me.

What a dozy that one was. My legs were even shaker than before the match. I didn't even think that was possible.

"W-wha-what happened about no smiling on the pitch today?" I stammered smiling. What poetry flows out of my mouth, I swear.

He chuckled, "I said in the air."

I shrugged one of my shoulders and smiled, "Well if you want to get technical about it…"

Then he drew his arms around me and kissed me again. I returned It, snaking my arms around his neck.

If only the cup was there! That's my only complaint. It was pretty god damn close to perfect though, lemme tell you that.

"Come on," he wrapped an arm around my waist after wards, "Fred and George have a party set up already."

I put an arm around him, "well I would hope so."

He chuckled and guided me back to the common.

Don't even get me started on the party. Butter beers and candy galore. We even stuffed a few chocolate frogs down Oliver's thought. Hell, it lasted to one in the morning. How Fred and George nicked all that stuff is still a mystery to me. Though I did hear them say 'thanks to Goony, Thongs, Wumwhirl, and Sadsoot' to Harry. What ever the hell that means. I'll figure it out later.

McGonagall came in around one in the morning screaming at all of us to get to bed. Half the people stayed for another half an hour. But at 2 , me, Oliver, Alicia, Angelina, Fred and George were the only ones sprawled out in the common room. Still on our Quidditch robes. Alicia was in George's lap on one of the arm chairs, I was leaning on Oliver's shoulder, curled up in a ball, with his arm wrapped around me on the couch, Angelina was sitting on the couch too, with Fred propped up against her legs sitting on the floor.

"I don't know about you two," Oliver said to Alicia and George.

My god, what a hypocrite…my hypocrite though. All mine. Back off fan girls.

"Coming from the man with Kates in his arms," George said.

I had drifted off for a bit but woke up at the mention of my name, "hu?"

"We're just going on about how Oliver is the biggest hypocrite in the world," Fred said from the floor.

I stifled a small yawn, "Hm? Oh yeah," I nestled into him, placed a hand on his chest, and yawned again, "the biggest."

"What?" Oliver asked in disbelief and we all groaned. "No I'm not."

"Come on Oliver," Angelina said. " 'don't eat junk food' how many butter beers did you have today?"

" 'don't get detention'." Fred mocked, "I remember you getting detention for telling off McGonagall about the Firebolt."

" 'Don't-" Alicia started.

"Hey, that's enough," I laughed. But how right they were.

"Thank you!" Oliver said.

I smiled slyly. Oh I couldn't resist. " 'Don't get sick for practice' now who went out flying at five in the morning in January?"

"Alright!" Oliver groaned. "You guys win," he chuckled and gave me a peck on my temple.

I just smiled contently and closed my eyes. I don't know how long it was, it could've been an hour or five minutes, but Oliver was shaking me gently.

"C'mon," I moaned, "five more minutes," and I nestled into him deeper. I would not be moved.

"Kat," Oliver groaned, "Come on, you have to get to bed."

"No," I yawned, my eyes still closed.

"You are so stubborn."

"Yeah," I yawned again, "I know."

"Fine," he protested, "I'll just have to carry you."

"Try your best. You'll never be able to move my fat carcass Oliver Wood..."

But he did. In one swift motion I went from sitting contently sleeping on the couch to slung over his shoulder wide awake.

"How many times do I have to tell you, you're not fat," he said once I was hanging over his shoulders.

"OLIVER!" I think I woke up half the tower.

But he didn't put me down though. He carried me all the way up to my dorm where he put me down on my bed. Well more like…

"Er…"I said looking at my quilted bed next to the one I was currently laying on, "This isn't mine."

Oliver rolled his eyes smiling, "Well, I'll just have to fix that."

So in another swift motion I went from laying on Angelina's bed to back into Oliver's arms. But in the more romantic newly-wed style. Mush preferable to over the shoulder.

"So which one's yours?" he asked.

"That one," I nodded towards my quilted one, my arms wrapped around his neck.

"Are those lions quilted on it?"

"Yes," I groaned.

My grandma, yes, the Italian one, quilted a scarlet and gold quilt when she found out I was in Griffindor way back in my 1st year. There were gold and scarlet squares. Where there was a scarlet square, there was a gold lion and visa versa.

"I like it," he smiled, putting me down on the right bed.

"Don't lie to me, Oliver."

He brushed his lips over mine, "Never."

And he walked quietly out the door. I laid there for a while, my heart absolutely swelling with happiness.

Then I realized I was still in my Quidditch robes and I had to get up and change into my pajamas. That kinda ruined Oliver's bed time tuck in. Oh well, if he asks I'll just say I fell asleep in them by accident. Like he won't pick up on my lie

Well, did I deliver? Did I give you the chapter you all have been bugging me for? Did I make you proud?

Oh and I might throw in a black tie party, maybe, because it's fun to dress everybody up, but I don't have a good excuse to have one. So ideas are welcome. But I don't want anybody saying the Yule Ball because that's only in the Tri-Wizarding Tournament thingy. But anything else I'm completely open to! And either a yes or no to the black tie thingy.