Ahh, I love you guys. The reviews and nice comments, and saying how great I am and standing ovations and bowing and all that good stuff that I love. So I finally got my lazy butt to work and started on the next chap before you all revolted against me.

March 22, Sunday, after dinner

"What did you put in my drink last night?" I demanded an answer from the twins after I woke up.

I was 100 percent sure I didn't have anything alcoholic, but then why did I wake up with a pounding headache and a spinning head?

"Nothing!" Fred protested.

Now, I'm a bad liar. But I can certainly pick up on lies, no matter how fast my head is spinning. I glared at the two of them.

"Well," George started, "You were all wound up so we gave you something to loosen up."

That explains it.

Lets just say I have a very, very low tolerance for alcohol. And lets just say last summer I had the tiniest bit of some raspberry shot crap that Alicia said was good at some random party that Alicia and Angelina dragged me to, spent the rest of the weekend, and I only had half of one. Oh, and Oliver wound up taking me home, lecturing me the whole way on how it really takes a week to get everything alcohol takes away and not 24 hours. Meanwhile the rest of the school's population was still partying which included the rest of his team. What a night mare…

That's off the subject though.

So after I nearly hexed the twins halfway to the lake and back, in my pajamas still, and after they went and hid behind Alicia and Angelina, I plopped on the couch next to Oliver.

"Don't you look happy?" he chuckled.

I looked up at him with a bit of a scowl. But it probably looked ten times worse then I pictured if you take in my bed hair and the fact that I was too damn lazy to wash last night's makeup off after Oliver had carried me back up to the dorms.

I smiled sarcastically, "oh, I'm just a bundle of joy right about now."

He put an arm around me and pulled me closer to him, "Don't I know it."

I smiled. Damn him. Always making me smile when I'm trying not to.

"Practice later today, ok?"

Way to ruin the moment Oliver. Way to ruin it.

March 27, Thursday, history of magic

So tomorrow's your big date with Percy

DAMN IT!

what?

I forgot to make up some B.S. 'Lic! That's what!

So, you still haven't cancelled and as far as everyone knows, it's still on?

YES!…what am I going to come up with this late?

…hmmm…Oliver scheduled some last minute practice?

No, because then he actually would.

Well, then at least you didn't lie

I really don't mind lying to Percy, I must say.

But you're a terrible liar

Oh yeah.…so what are you going to say?

………….no idea………………

Lunch

"Hey Percy? Can I talk to you for a sec?"

God knows what will come out of my mouth. I just caught Percy before he went into the Great Hall and I somehow managed to drag him across the foyer as he was going on about he needs to be in the hall to do his 'important head boy duties' aka stuff his big fat mouth with food just like everybody else.

"-I really need to be getting to the Great Hall so what did you want?"

He could've been a bit nicer, even if it was completely by accident I was going on a date with him. Or I was supposed to until now because I cancelled.

"So Percy," I started slowly, "About tomorrow tonight I-"

"Can't wait?" he interrupted. god damn it. When is there some night duties he needs to do when you need them? "I'll pick you up at eight."

And he walked, well more like sauntered, back to the great hall and I slapped my forehead.

I did mean to cancel.

Transfiguration

Isn't tomorrow yours and Oliver anniversary too?

…HOLY FUDGE!

And so you date with Percy is still on?

HOLY FUDGE!

So you're going on a date with Percy, on yours and Oliver's 1 month anniversary?

HOLY FUDGE !

So when are you going to dump Percy?

HE WAS NEVER ANYTHING TO DUMP! Ang, what am I going to do?

Dump Percy.

I can do that.

After classes.

"Percy! I need to talk to you right NOW!"

"Shut UP Miss Bell, this is a library! People are trying to read."

"…bastard…"

So maybe storming into the library and screaming my head off wasn't exactly the greatest idea I've ever had.

"PEEEEEEERRRRRRCCCCCY?" I called in a loud whisper around the library. I mean, he's the biggest nerd I know, of course he would be in there.

"Why are you looking for Percy?" someone whispered in my ear.

"Because I have to dump him." I explained. Having no idea who was behind me.

"You're cheating on me?"

I finally turned around then before I said anything else really, really, did I mention really stupid.

"OLIVER!"

Except that time it wasn't a whisper and we got yelled at…again. Did I mention we got kicked out too? For some crap about disturbing the peace.

"Why were you looking for Percy?" Oliver finally asked as we walked back up to the common room.

"Err, no…no reason." I lied through a smiled with a soft, obviously fake laugh. He didn't even have to point out I'm a terrible liar, he just looked at me and smiled crookedly, "Alright! I never actually canceled on him."

Oliver just chuckled…and I punched him on the shoulder.

"It's not funny!"

"Well it kind of is, Kat," he pointed out. "You're going on a date, with my roommate, who just happens to be the biggest prick, on our 1 month anniversary."

"You remembered then hu?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Oliver," I groaned, "Guys aren't supposed to remember things! They're supposed to forget and the girls are supposed to get half heartedly mad at them for forgetting then they kiss and makeup." I explained, "Now how's that supposed to happen with you remembering everything?"

He put his arm around my waist, "I don't know." I groaned again and he kissed the top of my head, "Don't worry, I'll take care of Percy."

God only knows what he's going to tell him.

After dinner and a very long practice and after a very long talk Oliver had with Percy in their dorm and god knows what Oliver said.

"YOU'RE HAVING HIS BABIES!"

Ok, so maybe I have some inkling of what Oliver said. Just maybe.

"What…WHAT!"

I was attempting to do my homework with the twins, Angelina, and 'Lic when Percy came sprinting down the stairs and yelled out this statement for the whole tower to hear. Oliver took that moment to come down the stairs behind Percy and was smiling guiltily.

The twins were cracking up hysterically.

Angelina was screaming "KATIE!"

Alicia was saying something like if she could be the god mother and if it was a boy or a girl.

Percy was still in shock.

And everyone else was starring at ME.

And me, I slammed my head against the table and knocked myself out I slammed my head so hard.

"Good job, Percival, you killed her."

"She slammed her own head, George."

"You ran down the stairs screaming like a lunatic."

"You got her pregnant."

"She's not pregnant you prick."

"Can I be the God mother?"

"Can we name it after me? I was thinking 'Fredricka' if it was a girl…"

Oh, the joys I woke up to.

"Number 1," I said as I came around, "I'm not dead and number 2: no child of mine is going to be named 'Fredricka' and number 3: there is no way in hell I'm pregnant."

Oliver smiled at me, Fred looked disappointed, Percy still looked like he was in a state of shock, George had his arm around Alicia whose eyes were tearing over no doubt at the idea of being a God mother and Angelina was using Fred as a shoulder rest and I somehow ended up on the couch.

"Katie?"

God damn you Percy, haven't you done enough damage? Just shut up for once.

"Yes Percy?" I sighed exasperatedly, sitting up.

"I can't go out with you while you're pregnant with my roommates kid-" oh, he didn't just say that, "-and I'm afraid I'm going to have to report both of you to-"

Lets say we all hexed him at the same time and now he's sitting in the hospital wing with tentacles coming out of his nose.

March 28, Friday, 11 pm

"I still can't believe you told him that," I said as we walked down the streets of Hogsmeade around 6.Since neither of us really had any extra special plans, we just decided on Hogsmeade. Always a safe choice. Turns out Angelina reminded him right after she reminded me. So we both kinda forgot.

Oliver chuckled, his arm around my waist, "I couldn't think of anything else."

"Please," I said, giving out a small laugh, "You make a new play every other day and you can't come up with one lousy lie?"

"Could you?" he smiled.

"Well-uh!-I'm a bad liar!" I pointed out.

"I know," he laughed.

I smiled, "So where are we going?"

"How about that tea shop?" one look at me and he had his answer. That crazy bat of a witch was still kind of creeping me out. "Or the Three Broom Sticks."

"Good choice," I beamed up at him.

The great thing about Oliver is that he's a friend first and foremost, then a boyfriend second. Well, maybe he's a captain first and fore most, then a friend, then a boy friend. Either way he's a friend before he's a boyfriend. And I don't mean that in a get to know you way, I mean in a friend-for-life-no-matter-what kind of thing. You know what I mean? So for the good three hours we were at the Broomsticks we just talked and laughed. You know how he gets. Always talking about Quidditch. Somehow we started on our team and ended on how the coaches for the national teams are becoming corrupt. Of course it was smiles and laughs the whole way.

"We have to win the cup this year," he said as we walked out the door of the pub, our laughter dying down.

I groaned. I saw this coming from the second we walked into to Hogsmeade.

"Oliver," I groaned, "Of course we're going to win."

"What makes you so sure?" he asked as I slipped my arm in his.

"Because you run us dry everyday," I pointed out, "filling our heads with plays, having three hour long practices everyday, sometimes at the crack of dawn, you practically make sure we dream of flying, and half of us can fly better than we walk, especially after one of your double practices. You're even on top of us about what we eat."

He chuckled, "I guess I am pretty bad hu?"

I shook my head, "Actually, if all the other captains did the same there might be some competition this year."

"The last thing we need is to get cocky."

"Because you're never cocky," I said sarcastically.

"Exactly."

Completely oblivious.

Then he gave me a long kiss.

But all the obliviousness in the world cannot cancel out his kisses.

"So what did you guys do? Where did you go? What did he get you?"

God, I took one step inside my dorm and I was already being bombarded by a bazillion questions.

"Jez guys," I said as I sat down on my bed, "We only went to the Three Broomsticks."

"I still don't understand how the cues test couple," Angelina said, "Is also the least romantic."

"What's wrong with the Three Broomsticks?" I protested, "Where were we supposed to go? That crazy tea shop with the crazy old bat?"

"At least it's more romantic than the Three Broom sticks!"

"Pfft," I smiled, waving my hand at her and laying down.

"So what did he get you?" 'Lic asked, standing over me.

I smiled and went into the pocket of my robe, there inside was a little miniature dragon.

'Flies around and breathes smoke' Oliver had said, 'all the good stuff without the bad.'

"It's so adorable!" 'Lic squealed as it flew over to her and landed on her shoulder.

It was a little Norwegian Ridgeback, barely a foot and a half long and it wouldn't get any larger, but it wouldn't crap all over the place either.

"Awww," Angelina cooed as it breathed a little puff of smoke. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"I have no idea," I laughed.

"How do you tell?" asked Alicia, the picture of innocent.

Hold up for a sec. I'm seriously thinking 'Lic is bipolar. Morning practices she acts like she's drunk and know she's like a five year old girl. I don't understand this child.

"You can probably look it up in a book," Ang said, "I'm sure there's some appearance distinction between the boys and girls. Where's your book Katie?"

"Err…in my trunk I think."

In a few minutes we found out that it was a boy.

"What should we name it?" 'Lic asked, we were all sitting on my bed, with the little dragon flying over head.

"How about Fred-dron?" Ang offered.

"NO," me and 'Lic said automatically.

"What about Georgio?"

"No," me and Ang said.

"Fredgeric?"

"No."

"Georgie?"

"No."

"Fredlipe?"

"No."

"Georgenhon de weaselhon?"

"I am not naming my dragon after your boyfriends," I pointed out. I had hoped they would get the message sooner. "What about Finny?"

"FINNY?" they both said.

"Well it's better than Georgenhon de weaselhon or Fred-dron!"

"Is it short for Phineas?" 'Lic asked.

"Why not?" I said. I have no idea where I got the name Finny. But I really liked it.

"Phineas Bell," Ang said slowly, like she was tasting the way the name sounded in her mouth. "I like it."

'Lic picked up her wand and tapped each of Finny's shoulders with it, "I dub thee Finny Bell the Great."

"What are you?" Ang asked skeptically, "The Queen of England?"

Finny nodded his head and we all laughed.

"So what did you get Oliver?" Alicia asked after a while.

I scratched the back of my head and laughed, "The same thing, but a different dragon."

They both gaped at me, "You're kidding!"

I shook my head. Unlike Finny, who was green, Oliver's was red.

At that second the boys came into our dorm.

"Fredricka," Oliver said, as he came in, the twins filing in behind him. "Fredricka."

"Fredricka what?" I asked.

"That's my dragon's name," he said simply with a slight smile. "And your looking at her proud god parents," he indicated to the twins who were running after her. "I think I'll just call her Freddie though." he said as he sat down next to me laughing. "So what did you dub your dragon?"

"Finny," I answered, smiling too.

"Phineas Bell the Great," Ang and 'Lic said together.

"His name's Finny."

So did you all like? I was running out of presents to give with all the birthdays and holidays so I made due with what I had. And I actually updated a lot faster than I thought I would. Aren't you proud of me?And now with the dragons I can do things like 'my dragon ate my homework' and all that good stuff.