Well…hope you all liked my last little chappie! Now on to the next which is sure to have lots of fluff :eats peanut butter and fluff sandwich: told you so. Ok, I'll stop my pathetic excuse for a joke and just write the chap.

February 29, Sunday, 11 am

"Katie and Oliver, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

Alicia and Angelina can sing that aaaaaaaaalllllllllllllll day long…it just makes me all the happier…because it's true!

Ok, well maybe not the tree part, but the other part is! Who came up with that song anyway? I mean, who would kiss in a tree?

…I would! If I could somehow drag Oliver up into a tree. Wow, weird image. Very weird.

"Will you two shut it?" I threw a pillow at the singing duo, laughing.

It was like seven in the morning and they woke me up by singing their new theme song.

"No," Angelina said simply.

"It's just too much fun," Alicia said fixing her now messy hair.

"You're just jealous!" I laughed.

"No I'm not!" Alicia protested, laughing as well, "I've got Georgie!"

Holy fudge…here come the pet names. Lord help me.

"And I've got Fred," Angelina said.

Me and Alicia just stared at her.

"When the hell did that happen?" I asked demandingly.

She scratched her arm, "Er…"

I guess she let a little something slip that she didn't want us to know. But did she really think we'd drop it?

"TELL ME!" I demanded. "Fess up!"

"Come on Ange, tell us," Alicia pleaded.

Sure, Alicia goes for the 'please, please, please' point with all the sugar and cherries on top and I go for the 'I'm your best friend and I declare you tell me now!' part. With both ends covered, no way was she going to snake out of this one.

"Alright, after you got carried upstairs and Alicia and George went to bed right after," she confessed.

"I knew it!" Alicia shouted.

I looked at her, "no you didn't!"

"Well," she started, "I would like to think so."

I sighed, "wouldn't we all." I threw another pillow at Angelina, "Damn you! You're so discreet woman!"

Angelina laughed and then the pillow fight started. How many people can say they've had a pillow fight at 7 in the morning? Well, three Griffindors can officially say they have.

"What happened to you?" Oliver asked as I sat down next to him on the couch.

I smiled as he kissed me on my temple, "Them," I nodded my head towards Alicia and Angelina's direction…who were snickering. Little demons.

Twiggy over there can swing a pillow really hard if she wants to. I got her back though. Hehehe.

A quarter past us pillow fighters decided to trudge down stairs into the common room. And yes, we were still clad in our p.j.'s. hey, I like my pajamas! They're all comfy. And not to mention probably he messiest hair ever seen in history. New thing to go into Hogwarts a History. Hehehe.

Oliver chuckled and put his arm around me and I nestled in a ball into him.

And so we all started talking about the match and all. Then I started to drift off again remembering I'm only running on three hours of sleep.

"So now we play Slytherin," Oliver said once we ran over the whole entire game, twice.

Everyone groaned. We knew what hell we were about to go through.

We have made it to the final match the last two years but have always lost using our reserve keeper. You see, Harry needs to save the school and world every year so he just spends the final match unconscious in the hospital wing. And every year the practices leading up to the final match get harder and harder…not to mention two hours longer.

"What?" Oliver asked after we were finish groaning.

"Just no more six hour practices at dawn," I said. "Ok?"

He smiled at me, "Ok Kat."

I know he's going to give us one though. Probably ten or more. And then he'll be sitting on the ground sipping hot coco yelling at us to fly better. But at the end of it he'll be smiling from ear to ear and surprise us with an extra thermos of hot coco and six other mugs.

Thirty minutes later Fred got up and stretched in his too short pajamas. "Come on," he said, helping Angelina up, "let's get something to eat, I'm starving."

"Here here," the rest of us chanted laughing.

All the way down the grand staircase I could only think of coffee. The precious elixir that would be waiting for me the second I sat down. And at that second I sat down and took a sip, my brain finally kicked in and informed the rest of me that I'm still in my pajamas.

"I'm still in my pajamas!" I cried once I downed a bit of coffee.

Both Alicia and Angelina looked down. Yup, they were still in theirs too. I wasn't so bad. Gold and Scarlet plaid pants with a long sleeved gold tee on. I was thanking the Gods that I was too lazy to take off my sports bra last night. Could be worse I suppose. Alicia had it bad though. Mint green pants and a light pink tee. Well…that would've been bad for me.

"OH MY GOD!" Angelina cried.

We were all in our pajamas. Even Oliver and the twins.

I laughed.

"I don't see what's so funny," Alicia said.

I couldn't stop. I think I looked like a madman…or madwoman. But then Oliver and the twins joined in. Angelina looked at them and started up too. Even Alicia laughed. By then the whole Great Hall was staring at us and we 'discreetly' left with everyone staring at us. Discreetly is official absent from our vocabulary…but I think everybody else already knows that.

10 pm

"I'm so doomed, I'm so doomed on so many different levels."

I guess I forgot to mention that I have this huge, and I mean HUGE, potions test tomorrow. And it was only luck that I heard some Hufflepuffs mumbling about it in the hall that I remembered. So from 12 to like 1 I was sitting in the library with Alicia and Angelina. But then around 1 the twins came and whisked my brains away.

"Damn them with their damn witty charming twin-ish charm damn it"

So by 2:30 I was mumbling to myself, my head cradled in my hands, starring at the pages of my textbook with nothing sinking in.

"Damn potions test from damn sniveling damn Serverus Damn Snape damn."

Why does he hate us so? I think he gave us this stupid test to get us stressed before the match and even if we did good our weekend would be done for with this damn test.

"Damn greasy haired, damned potions 'master', giving out damn tests out from under his damn greasy nose."

"So are you just going to sit hear and curse under your breath all day?" some asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I turned in my seat and looked up at Oliver.

"Damn Snape gave us a damn test tomorrow," I said with probably the biggest puppy eyes ever.

Do puppy eyes and cursing go? Pfft, probably not.

"And you want me to help you?" he was smiling mischievously. What was he up to?

I nodded a couple of times, puppy eyes full force.

He looked up at the ceiling, "Well, it's going to cost more than puppy eyes."

I rolled my eyes and sighed smiling, dropping the puppy eyes and looking up at him. Now he was doing puppy eyes at me. Damn him. So I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. Damn him and his damn puppy eyes.

But then that Nazi of a librarian came over and hit Oliver on the back of the head with a yard stick. We broke apart, his hands still on my waist and mine on his shoulders. She was saying something along the lines of 'how dare you two kiss in the library! A library is a place of reading and studying…!' blah blah blah.

We watched her walk away, and I was wondering how the hell did she catch us? I mean, we were right at our favorite spot, completely out of her line of vision. Was she stalking us or something?

I think she hates couples because-wait, couple? I'm a couple? With Oliver? Holy. Fudge. Why didn't that kick in before? My day can't get any better!

Unless Snape cancels the test tomorrow…and the cup just so happens to be there…and Oliver too…and we just beat Slytherin in the finals…ok, so maybe there's a long list for a perfect day, but it'll happen…somehow.

Anyway!

As I was saying-ok, maybe more like writing- I think she hates couples because she was never actually part of one. That has got to be the source of her problem. Maybe we should get her and Mr. Filch together. Oh the images that are running around in my head now. Holy Fudge! They just jumped like three level up in a relationship! I'm scarred for life. Get out of my head! I'll never be able to look at those two again. Ever!

Anyway!

So me and Oliver watched her march back to her desk, which was thankfully out of our vision because with the images in my head now, it was possible that I would get sick all over Oliver.

Then we looked at each other, his hands still on my hips and mine around his neck. And I realized, he has the most handsome eyes ever. Hell, everything about him is handsome…and cute…and anything else positive you would like to insert here.

"So," he said smiling crookedly, twiddling his fingers on my hips, which actually tickled, "Potions test?"

I turned around and looked at my books, "Yup."

"Need some help?"

I looked back at him, "it can wait, right?"

He chuckled, "No, Kat."

"It's a bunch of books! I'm sure they're not going any where!" I protested.

He chuckled again, "But your test isn't either. It's going to be there tomorrow," he pointed out.

So keep reminding me why don't you? I'm perfectly fine right here.

So, I gave him puppy eyes.

come on puppy eyes! Work! Work damn you! WORK!

they didn't work.

He just chuckled again, grabbed my hand and dragged me back to my torture. I have got to get lessons for puppy eyes. 'Lic'll teach me. That girl is the queen of all puppy eyes. Once she puppy eyed me until I gave her chocolate…and it was a lot of chocolate. Do have any idea how hard it is to get chocolate from me? Almost impossible.

"Alright," I groaned, and I sat next to him.

"So what don't you understand?" he asked smiling.

I threw a dirty look in the direction of my potions books. Damn those things. Then I looked back at him, not with a dirty look though, "Everything."

He chuckled and we spent the better part of the day studying. Well, maybe it was more like Oliver spending the better part of the day trying to re-teach me meaningless crap.

"I don't understand why I don't understand potions," I said after three hours of studying potions.

By then it was around three and we were just heading back to the common room.

"Maybe if you paid attention in class, you would understand it," he pointed out.

"Well, maybe if Snape's nose wasn't so damn greasy, it wouldn't reflect the light into my face blinding me from the chalkboard," I pointed out.

He chuckled, "Well I guess you can't argued with those facts."

"No, no you can't," I smiled, readjusting my bag on my shoulder.

"Here, let me take that," he tried taking my bag away.

"No," I protested, "I got it."

"Why don't you ever let me take your bag?" he sighed.

"Because I'm fully capable of doing it myself," I smirked.

"You're so stubborn."

"Yeah," I sighed dreamily, basically at myself, "I know."

He chuckled and we continued to walk down the hall. Then I heard peculiar noises coming from behind the tapestry of the lion and snake fighting…the lion was winning of course. But anyway!

"Do you hear that?" Oliver asked me.

The peculiar noises sounded somehow similar and I smirked like no other. Only the twins and the rest of us knew that passage.

"You don't think they would?" Oliver asked me in a whisper, "Would they?"

"Would you?" I asked shrugging my shoulders, whispering back.

He smiled, "only with you."

Oh my God he's so cute.

I smiled back and then walked over to the tapestry, "Should I?"

He thought for a second, "Well, I got hit with a yard stick."

I smirked and turned back to the tapestry.

"You know," I said pulling it back, "You two should really be more quiet and-"

I stopped dead. You see, it wasn't Alicia or Angelina with one of the twins. It was a couple of fourth year Ravenclaws. And they were just staring at me…with big little-kid eyes. So they're actually only a year younger than me, but they're little kids…with big little-kid's eyes…staring at me. Do you know how awkward that is?

"B-be-because there are classes in this hall during the week," I recovered, "and you two are really loud. How do expect anyone to concentrate?"

So now I'm a preaching nun. Or at least I sounded like one. If they felt stupid imagine how I felt.

So they stopped holding onto each other for what looked like for dear life, and walked past me mumbling their apologies. So they walked away, no doubt to go find somewhere else to snog, and I was standing there, still holding the tapestry back, looking like the biggest idiot in the world…and a preaching nun.

"Well," Oliver said, now standing behind me, "I think that went well."

I groaned and went into the little passage, dropping the tapestry in front of Oliver. I sat down on the cold floor with my back against the wall, my bag thrown on the floor next to me.

"It was a good cover though," Oliver said, holding the tapestry back.

I just banged my head against the wall behind me, "I should be a nun. 'there are classes in the week and you're kissing really loud'," I made fun of myself. A new low.

He sat down next to me, "don't you dare go and be a nun."

I looked up at the ceiling, "Why not? I already have the preaching down."

"Because then I can't do this."

Before I knew it, I was completely wrapped in his arms and he was kissing me. I seriously need a slow mo of all of this so at least have an idea how all of this stuff happens. I mean one second I'm trying to find Oliver in a crowd of people, the next he's kissing me. One second I'm asleep on the couch, next thing I know I'm slung over his shoulder. Another second I'm preaching to fourth years, the next he's kissing me again. No complaints though, honestly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, "Well, maybe I won't be a nun after all."

"I think that's a very wise choice."

I laughed and kissed him.

Then tapestry was pushed back and the light from the corridor filled the little inlet. We instantly broke apart to see none other than-

"FRED!" I screamed at the devil of a twin.

"Yes Kates?" he asked smirking, then I realized Angelina was linked in his arm.

I know how those fourth years feel.

"Wh-what the…?" I didn't know what to say.

"You laugh really loud Katie," Angelina said.

I banged my head against the wall again and Oliver chuckled.

"Can't you two find somewhere else?" Oliver asked.

"But this is my spot!" Fred protested.

"Fred, how many girlfriends have you had?" I asked.

He just pulled Angelina closer to him, "Does it really matter?"

"Yeah," Oliver said, "it does, because we're officially taking over."

Next thing I knew, he was kissing me sloppily.

I really need a slow mo machine.

I heard Fred groan and Angelina giggle, then the light from the corridor disappeared.

The second they were gone he stopped, "Well, at least they're gone."

I tucked a lock of hair behind me ear and gave out a small laugh, "For now at least."

He was about to kiss me again when my stomach growled. My body always finds a way to ruin things.

"Did you skip lunch again?" he asked.

"I was studying!" I protested. Then his stomach growled too, and I laughed, "Speak for your self!"

"Come on," he chuckled getting up and offering me a hand which I gratefully took, "let's go to the kitchens."

"Good idea," I agreed. I bent down to grab my bag but he was quicker. Damn him. "Oliver" I groaned, "I can carry my own bag."

"Not today," he called over his shoulder as he pulled the tapestry aside and walked out.

I groaned smiling and ran a bit to catch up to him.

Damn him and his damn Scottish charm and damn Oliver-ness.

He's all mine so everybody back off

Ugh, I'm so tired. Like Katie, I'm running on three hours of sleep and coffee. So if it doesn't make sense at any point, my apologies.

Oh, and I'm gonna do the black tie thing…somehow. But I was thinking a family thing out of Hogwarts or something. You know, so they can do all these awkward introductions and 'so this is your sweetheart I've heard so much about' and blah blah blah. But I want Hogwarts people there too so they can get jealous. Maybe a annual Ministry ball thing? And they're old enough to go? Maybe? I need your advice! But I'd love to do all those awkward intro's…they're just so funny