Reviews! So many reviews upon reviews upon reviews! I'm so happy. Ok, I know I'm not the best dress maker person so I already had it in my head that I was probably going to go back and change it to whatever you guys said would look nice…but almost everybody liked it! So it stays. And if you didn't like it, I appreciate it so much that you were honest with me. So thanks to both sides of the dress factor and on with the chapter!

March 5, Saturday, 12 pm

"So does anybody want to explain to me why they give us so much homework over the weekend?"

On this matter, I completely agree with Fred…never thought I'd say that. But we all have a mountain of homework to do and we have practice tomorrow so there'll be no time then. Actually, I probably would've put it off till then until Oliver came down from the his dorm in Captain-Commando mode and made us all do it now.

So there we were, sitting in the library doing our homework with Mr. Commando breathing down our necks to get it done.

Potions, potions, potions, potions, potions…that's like all I had! Why was Snape so determined to kill us when all our other teachers are being a little kind and not giving us that much over the weekend? Why can't he be more like Professor Binns…did I seriously just say that? Ugh…

After an hour of that crap Snape gave us, with at least another hour of it to finish, I slammed my head down on the table and watched the wood-grain Quidditch game (say that five times fast). The team with the chaser that had a stain on it's back was winning. Go team! Go!

"Kat," Oliver said, still in Commando mode, "You still have more potions to do."

Damn Commando mode.

"My brain is about to explode," I said to the wood grain seeker, "I cannot do another hour of potions."

"Yes you can."

"If I even try," I said sitting back up, "there will be nothing else of me to boss around the pitch."

Truer words were never spoken.

"Fine."

"Fine?"

Did Oliver Wood just cave in? did I just make Oliver Wood cave in? Mr. Commando caved in? to me? Oh the power I have.

"Be back here in an hour," he said before marching out.

Well, maybe I don't have all that much power. But think of all the lazy, relaxing, brain de-frying things I could do in an hour!

"I would like to take this time to pay homage to Katie," George said.

Then both the twins got up, and started bowing to me on their knees.

"Jez guys," I said, "it's only an hour break."

They didn't stop.

"They're just thinking of all the people they can prank in that hour," Alicia pointed out.

They were still bowing.

I am a God, officially.

3 pm

"Oliver? Oh Oliiiiiiiiveeeeeeeeeeer!"

Yes I know, I'm crazy to even think and find him at a time like this. But what can I say?

"Where the hell did he go?" so now I'm talking to myself, peachy.

I checked everywhere, the common room, the guys dorm, the owlery, the Great Hall, even every inch of the pitch and I still couldn't find him!

I had given up, I had to be back in the library in 10 minutes and I was on the other side of the school near the astronomy tower. I don't know why I even looked there, what would he be doing in the astronomy tower? So I hurried back, I didn't need Captain Commando yelling at me.

I was sprinting back by then.

"Kat?"

Kat? Oh yeah that's me. But I had already skidded around a corner so I had to double back. I looked around the corner and there was Oliver, eating one of those really weird fruit I brought him that one time when I almost killed him.

"Oliver?" I asked, who else would it be?

He finally caught up to me, "Who else?"

Great, now he's reading my mind.

"Where were you?"

He swallowed some of that fruit, "In the kitchens."

I slapped my forehead, duh Katie, duh. Must've been the only place in the castle that I hadn't looked.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "You're supposed to be back in the library in 10 minutes."

"I could say the same thing," I said as we headed towards the library. oh yeah, I got him now.

He just chuckled and we continued to walk back to the library where at least another hour of torture awaited me. Damn teachers and theri damn homework.

"So what hybrid fruit are you eating now?" I asked, an eyebrow cocked, looking at the fruit in his hand.

He shrugged his shoulders, "No idea. Want some?"

I smiled, "Sure," I answered as he took a bite.

I reached out to grab it but instead Oliver put his hand behind my neck and kissed me, giving me the bit of fruit in his mouth through parted lips.

Once we broke apart I smacked my lips at the bit of fruit now in my mouth. I bit into it and swallowed, "Hmm…apples and strawberries?"

He chuckled, "Good call."

I laughed. I am a god. Who else could bring Oliver out of Commando mode? Me. Only me.

"Can I have some more?" I asked, as innocently as I could.

He laughed, took another bite and made a move to kiss me again.

He should've realized I was smiling mischievously, Fred and George would be so proud. I stepped to the right and grabbed the fruit out of his hand before he knew it. I'm so terrible.

"Hey," he said, slightly shocked, after what I did, but smiling none the less.

"What?" I asked innocently, my head tilt slightly to the side, taking a bite, "We should definitely call this a 'strapple'." I said, looking at the fruit.

He laughed and put an arm around my waist, "Come on, we have to get back to the library."

"No we don't," I protested before taking another bite, letting him guide me there anyway.

By the way, that fruit is good. I highly recommend it and compliments to what ever house elf had the genius idea of cross mating different fruits.

"Kat," he said sternly.

"Please don't go back into Captain Commando mode," I pleaded, taking another bite.

"Captain-what?" he asked.

"Captain Commando," I said simply, swallowing.

He laughed. "And give me back my strapple," and before I knew it, the hand that was around my waist was suddenly around my fruit and back in his hands.

"Hey!" I said stopping. "That's mine!"

"Well you can't have it," he said as he kept walking.

I stood there for a second or two as he walked away and around a corner. So I did what any smart person would do. I sprinted after him and around the corner and then jumped on his back. Thank God he didn't turn around, falling on marble floor is a lot more painful than snow covered ground.

"Kat!" He laughed as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist tightly.

"Yes, Ol'?" I asked innocently.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting my strapple back," I said as-a matter-of-factly.

"You're not getting it," he laughed.

"Well, then you'll just have to carry me back to the library because I could hang out here all day."

"Alright then."

And we continued to proceed down the corridors to the library.

"So how's things back there?" Oliver asked, still carrying me piggy back style.

"Strapplisious," I said smiled, taking a bite of the strapple that I had rightfully regained.

He laughed.

"I'm not crushing you, am I?" I asked concerned. If he said yes, I would've killed him.

"Not in the least," he laughed.

"Are you sure?"

"Come on Kat," he groaned, "You're not fat, no matter how many different ways you ask or say it."

I placed my chin on his right shoulder, "Sure?"

"Kat, if you ask one more time I'm going to kick you off the team."

I laughed, "Alright, alright. Strapple?" I asked, holding it in front of his face.

"Please?"

I pressed it to his mouth as he took a bit.

"I would hate to know what they did that whole hour."

Oliver whipped around, which almost made me fall off.

Behind us was Fred and Angelina, their arms linked together.

"And I'd hate to know what you two did, Weasley," Oliver laughed, stopping so they could catch up.

"Nothing as grotesque as you two, I'm sure," he laughed as we walked back to the library together.

"Funny, Fred," I said from Oliver's back, "I only just found him, actually," I admitted.

"Katie," Angelina said, eyeing the strapple in my hand, "What is that?"

"This?" I took another bite, "A strapple, you want?"

"A what?"

"A strapple," me and Oliver said at the same time.

Fred and Angelina just starred at us.

"A cross between an apple and strawberry," I explained, "Try some," and I tossed the juicy goodness to her.

She caught it and took a bite, her face instantly lighting up at the mother of all good fruits.

"This is great!" she said, starring at the thing, "Fred try some."

So she passed it off to him and he took a bite, his face light up almost as much as hers.

"Good going Kat," Oliver said, "Now we'll never be able to get another one."

I turned around and looked at Fred and Angelina who stopped walking for some reason, still with my strapple. I guess they were talking about it.

"Excuse me for a second," and I jumped off his back before he could answer and ran up to Fred and Angelina.

"What's up Kates?" Fred asked as he went to take another bite of my strapple.

"I need that," I said, and I grabbed the strapple out of his hand before he could bring it to his mouth.

"Kates!" Fred called as I sprinted back to where Oliver was waiting around the corner.

"There you are," Oliver said when I caught up to him. "where's the strapple?"

It was true, I had taken a last bite and all that was left was the pit.

"So you didn't even leave me some," he said, faking to be hurt.

"What?" I asked, the strapple still in my mouth. "I saved you some!"

I gave him a kiss and the rest of the strapple.

"Thanks Kat," he said smiling after swallowing.

Then we spent the better part of the afternoon in the library, try to finish all our homework.

9 days till my birthday.

March 6, Sunday, 6:45 am

If you're wondering why on God's green earth why I'm up so early, on a Sunday no less, ask Oliver Wood.So I woke up this morning, not by the early sun gently caressing my face, not by chirping birds, and not even by my alarm which I could've easily thrown against the wall and gone back to sleep, but by none other than Oliver Wood, two inches from my face, his hands on either side of my shoulders.

And to my horror, I gave out a little squeal, and even more to my horror, he was wearing his Quidditch robes.

"Oliver!" I whispered, "What are you doing? Do have any idea what time it is?"

Not like I did though either.

"Yup," he whispered, smiling, as he looked at his watch, "half past one."

"You know it's a Sunday?"

He nodded.

"And you know that gives me legal rights to kill you?"

He gave me a long kiss, "Yeah, but I know you'd never do that."

Even though I returned it happily, I was still mad, boy, what a weird way I work. "How sure are you?"

He gave me another long kiss, I returned it again, "Pretty sure."

I glared at him, "I hate you Oliver Wood."

He gave me another kiss, and after I returned it AGAIN he said: "Oh, I'm sure," was that sarcasm? "Come on, get up, and the other girls, and be at the pitch in half an hour."

With that he gave me another kiss, which I returned, and walked out the door.

"Damn you Oliver Wood," I mumbled as I got out of bed and started to wake up Ange and 'Lic.

That wasn't too fun…waking them up I mean, him kissing me was fine. But I almost got kicked in the head by Ange and 'Lic cursed me off quite a few times.

"What is he thinking!" Alicia cried as me and Ange finally got her out of bed.

" 'Lic!" I whispered, "You're gonna wake up the whole House!"

"I don't give a damn rat's damn ass!" she screamed, "What the hell is he thinking?"

Boy, 'Lic has got some mouth behind her hu?

"Next time, he can wake you up," I muttered, changing into my spare robes. "It's too damn hard."

"I second that," Angelina whispered in agreement, lacing up her shoe.

"I'm going to kill him!" Alicia screamed again.

Yeah, I pretty much gave up on shutting her up. But if we have to wake up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday, everyone else does too. So there.

"THIS IS SUCH COCK AND BULL!"

Oh boy…

Eventually we made our way to the pitch, Alicia all in a fluster, red in the face and cursing the whole way, Angelina trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes, and me dragging my feet, praying that Oliver would have at least a sip of coffee for me, with our brooms over our shoulders.

"Well don't you girls look bright eyed and bushy tailed?" Oliver asked cheerfully once we meet in the center of the field. Harry was already there waiting too.

I have a tail?

I'm sorry, but my brain doesn't function at two in the morning without any coffee.

But then I realized Oliver had a mug of something-I-really-know-it's-coffee-but-I-can't-think-straight-in-the-morning in his hand.

"Is that coffee?" I asked meekly.

Oliver nodded before he took another sip, "Have you seen the twi-?"

"Give me some," I demanded, cutting him off.

He just looked at me with one eyebrow cocked.

"You heard me," I said firmly, holding out a hand, "Give me the coffee now Wood."

"It's black," he laughed, "You hate bla-"

"Yeah, what ever," and before he could stop me, I grabbed it out of his hands and downed the whole thing in two seconds.

I felt the goodness rush into my veins and all of a sudden I felt happiness that only pure caffeine can give.

"Thanks Ol'," I said, handing him back the empty mug.

He just looked from me to his mug, back to me, and back to his mug.

Sure it was black and sure it was piping hot, but nothing stops me with coffee on the line.

"So what's on the agenda?" I asked happily, oh the miracles of a coffee buzz.

"You didn't even leave me any," he was still staring at his mug.

"Well too god damn bad for you, you son of'a bitch!" Alicia spat at him, her words slightly slurred and swaying from side to side a little. "Maybe you shoulda thought of that before you god damn woke us up at one in the god damn fuckin' mornin'!"

We just stared at her.

"So it's safe to say she's not a morning person?" Oliver asked me, looking at her.

"She sounds like she's drunk," Angelina said, leaning on her broom, staring at Alicia.

"IT'S CALLED 'LACK OF SLEEP' DUMB ASSES!"

"Is that Alicia?" Fred asked wearily as he and his twin finally made it to where we were.

"My girl has such a mouth on her," George said fondly, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"DAMN RIGHT!"

Fred looked over to Oliver's mug, "Is that…coffee?"

Oliver held the mug upside down, "It was."

"What happened?" Fred almost started bawling.

"Kat," Oliver said simply before going into it's-2-in-the-morning-and-I-expect-you-to-fly-better-now-than-when-you-do-with-a-full-night's-sleep captain. "And you two held us up. Now get in the air now."

"DAMN YOU WOOD!" Alicia called as she took off.

So we all took off, more or less half asleep, except me, coffee buzz remember, and started the regular drills.

Two hours through practice the coffee had completely wore off.

"Bell!" Oliver called from the other end of the field as I dozed of on my broom, "BELL! WAKE UP AND START THE PLAY ALREADY!"

Hu?

"Bell!"

Oh, he was talking to me?

"BELL!"

Oh, I have the quaffle in my hand?

"KAT BELL!"

How the hell did it get there?

"I SAID MOVE IT BELL!"

"ALRIGHT! I'm going, I'm going," I screamed back, "Sesh!"

And I went and started the play. And later I got hit with a bludger. And a while later I almost fell off my broom. And by the time practice was over at 6, I was a zombie who apparently bent on taking over the world coffee supply warehouse. I moaned in the locker room, laying down on the bench. I didn't have a change of clothes so I was still in my sweaty robes. But I did manage to get all the padding off and back into my locker.

"What are you moaning about now?" Oliver asked smiling as he stood over my near lifeless form.

"I don't have any coffee…" I sobbed tearless.

"I know how that feels," he said sitting down next to my head, "you drank all mine."

"Well….you woke me up at one in the morning," I protested, laying my arm over my eyes. "And I should've killed you and gone back to sleep."

"You could never do that," he said in a lower voice before bending down and kissing me.

I took my arm off my eyes and sat up, "I almost did once," I pointed out. "And I could do it again you freaking-kilt-wearing-son-of-a-bitch-captain."

He kissed me again. "No you couldn't."

I gave a little laugh before wrapping my arms around his neck, "Just because I don't want to, doesn't mean I can't."

He gave a small chuckle and wrapped his hands around my waist and I kissed him.

"Hey guys!"

We broke apart instantly and looked a very upbeat Alicia. What the hell is going on here? Wasn't every other word she said a curse just a while back?

"Er…who are you and what have you done with the real Alicia?" I asked.

Seriously, where did she come from?

She let out a laugh, a very very girly laugh.

That was scary.

"I am Alicia silly!"

I let out a fake laugh, "Hahaha, no, you're not."

"Yes I am," she protested, putting her hands on her hips.

Mercy.

"George!" Oliver called and George came stumbling into the aisle we were in.

"Yes, sir?" George asked, mocking a soldier.

"What did you give Alicia?" Oliver asked as Alicia twirled a piece of hair in her fingers.

"Er…some coffee," George answered.

I hit my head against the lockers behind me. Hasn't he read the signs? 'Do not feed Alicia coffee'? oh yeah, we never had a chance to put those signs up. I knew we should've done that yesterday.

"And it was very good coffee too!" Alicia added cheerfully.

Oliver just looked from Alicia back to George with an eyebrow raised.

"So, how do I fix it?" George asked after a while of Oliver giving him one of his trademark 'looks'.

"Run her around for a while," I answered. "Should wear off in an hour at the most."

"Got it," George nodded, and with that he filed a very happy Alicia, who now thought everything was hilarious and wouldn't stop laughing, out the door.

After a while Oliver sighed and I yawned.

"Tired?" he asked.

I just looked at him.

"So, is that a 'yes'?"

"You woke me up at one in the morning, had me wake up a kicking Ange and a cursing 'Lic, flew me around the air for four hours straight and I only had one cup of coffee, that was black, yes Oliver. I am tired."

"Alicia was cursing a lot, wasn't she?" he asked chuckling.

I groaned and walked out of the locker room.

"Hey," Oliver asked, finally catching up to me half way to the castle, and putting a hand on my shoulder, "Are you mad at me?"

I sighed as the morning light grew stronger. It sent rays of light through his hair and in his deep brown eyes.

"No," I said, smiling crookedly, "just tired I guess."

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, chuckling, "Aren't we all?"

I laughed, "Not you, I dunno how you run a team when the sun's not up."

"Lots of practice."

"Don't I know it."

He just chuckled as we made our way back up to the castle, his hand on my lower back, still in our spare Quidditch robes.

Oh, and 8 days till my birthday!

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