Finally! Long reviews! I love it! And I promise I'll try and catch those silly typos for those few who are spelling freaks. But I'm warning you, I'm a terrible speller and if the spell check doesn't pick it up chances are I'm not going to either. So bare with me.And guys (I'm about to have a touching moment here so whip out the puff tissues) every single time I read one of your reviews, I cannot stop grinning from ear to ear. I'll come off the comp and my brotherly ask me why I have such a goofy smile on. And I must say, the lengths are making me jump up and down for joy.

Alright, that's my one touching moment for the next ten chapters (40 chapters people. 40!) so if you want to copy and paste that somewhere that's fine because it's not gonna happen again in any near future.

whips small tear I'm sorry, it was just such a touching moment between author and reader-s.

April 7, Tuesday, 10 pm

Ok, so it might've been a slightly risky idea sneaking out to practice. But I'm sure it would've been absolutely hilarious to watch. So practice was scheduled for 6:00 so I started my mission impossible at 5:45.

I crept out of the Hospital wing. And no, I didn't go out the large doors, I more or less climbed out the window (thank god that wing was on the ground floor). And from that point on I mentally kicked myself. Because you see, it's the beginning of April which means it's still freezing out which means I'm a complete idiot for even thinking of the idea of walking all the way to the pitch in my funky teal pajamas and bare feet…the ground was FROSTY!

So after five football fields worth of sprinting and half an hour later I creep out on the pitch, this time actually dressed for practice. Oliver was standing in the middle of the pitch screaming at Ange and 'Lic for some random reason. What can I say, they're useless with out me. (now I hope they really don't read this because they'll all have my head for that). So I sneakily snuck up behind Oliver and put my hands over his eyes.

"FRED WEASLEY!" he screamed, "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME AND GET BACK ON YOUR BROOM!"

I put on my best George voice, "I'm not Fred! Ollie, I'm so disappointed you still can't tell us apart!"

"FRED-GEORGE, WHO EVER YOU ARE! GET BACK UP ON YOUR BROOM! AND WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR VOICE? ARE YOU GETTING SICK WE-"

I took my hands of his eyes and resumed my normal voice, "I hope not, I jut spent a day in the hospital wing, it's supposed to be germ free," at that point Oliver turned around and his face-that-is-normally-reserved-for-killing-the-twins dropped into a Katie-what-the-hell-are-you-doing-here-you-should-still-be-in-those-crazy-pajamas face. "And my hands aren't fifty thank you very much."

"Kat," he smiled, then it dropped and went into either-get-up-in-the-air-or-get-off-the-pitch face "What are you doing?"

Can I pin him or what?

"Er…" can't say I exactly had a straight answer. "Going to practice! That's right! Never miss a practice that's what you always say, hu?" I said this all very fast and took off before he could yell at me.

"WELL AT LEAST WARM UP FIRST!"

"Be my pleasure, just sprinted all the way from the castle in my funky teal pajamas!" I shout to him from the air. "I could do with some warmth!"

"WHAT!" he asked shocked, "AND THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT BELL!"

I just smiled down at him, smiled and shrugged my shoulders before going to practice with Ange and 'Lic.

And for once this whole entire week, it didn't rain. I tell you I'm really getting sick of the stuff.

"You know Madam Pomfrey is going to kill you," 'Lic warned in the locker rooms.

"Yeah," I sighed, getting back into only my funky teal pajamas, "Maybe shne won't notice I was gone from 6 to nine."

"Good luck with that," Ange said.

"Maybe I could sneak back in…" I thought it was a good idea. Besides it would give them all another reason to laugh at me.

Ange and 'Lic laughed as they walked towards the locker room doors, but I refused to come out. My trudge back to the castle was going to be any better than coming to the pitch. Plus, then it was dark and probably ten times colder.

"Coming Katie?" 'Lic asked.

"Um," I said looking down at my unusual attire, "Not in this stuff. I'll freeze."

"So you're just going to stay here?" Ange asked disbelievingly.

"I've done stupider stuff."

"I won't deny that," 'Lic asked. "I don't have any extra real clothes, I'll go ask if any of the boys do though."

"Why don't you just wear your robes?" Ange asked once she had left.

I slap my forehead, "Wish I thought of that before I sent them down the laundry shoot."

"Yeah," Ange said, "Sent mine down too."

"What's taking 'Lic so long?"

"Probably snogging George."

"They're so cute together."

"And you an Oliver aren't?"

"Are we?"

"Of course!"

"We fight like little kids."

"And me and Fred didn't."

" 'didn't'? don't you mean don't?"

"No."

"What does that mean?"

"We broke up."

"WHAT!" I gasped. "No I won't allow it! When did this happen?"

"The middle of practice."

"This practice?"

"Yes."

"WHEN!"

"I dunno," she shrugged her shoulders. "We just decided to be friends."

"You're going to get back together," I said, "I'm calling it now while it's miles away."

"What's miles away?"

We turned around and Oliver was standing in the doorway.

"The fact that Ange and Fred are going to get back together."

"Why did you break p again?" he asked.

"You knew?" I asked shocked. "How did you know I didn't?"

Oliver shrugged his shoulders and gave me a lopsided grin, "Because you're not the brightest wire in the bulb."

"Ok!" Ange said before I could say anything, "Did you bring this girl some real clothes or not?"

"Right here," he said holding up what seemed like a bunch of random garmets of all colors and patterns. "Fred says don't touch anything in the pockets," he warned as he passed them over.

"Do I even want to know?" I asked, taking them from him.

"No," Ange and Oliver said at the same time.

"Well in that case," I said "Give me two seconds to get changed."

"So who exactly owns all these clothes?" I asked maybe two minutes later.

"Well the plaid pants are Fred's, the long sleeve tee shirt are George's and the sweater and jacket are mine," Oliver answered. "Oh and here," he said, handing me a purple and yellow pok-a-dotted scarf, "Apparently the twins don't want you catching a cold."

I looked down at my bare feet, "if they don't want me to catch a cold, why didn't they give me any socks or shoes?"

"All down the shoot."

"Same as mine…."

"Oliver," I sighed, "You know you really don't have to do this."

"It's nothing, honest."

"Carrying me piggyback isn't 'nothing', it's a whole lot of Bell."

"No," he chuckled, "You definitely lost weight since the last time I carried you."

"Oliver…" I groaned.

"Kaa-aat…"he mimicked.

"Stooo-op it…"

"Nooo-o…"

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his shoulders tighter and kissed the side of his neck then rested my chin on his right shoulder, "Thanks."

"Well I can't have my favorite chaser get frost bite on her toes."

I laughed softly, "I thought captains weren't supposed to have favorites."

"Well…-"

"I thought they were supposed to be ridiculously hard on everybody equally."

"What I don't?" he laughed. "You want me to be even harder on you?"

"Uhh…no."

"Then stop while you're ahead," he laughed.

"You know what, that's a brilliant idea. Though I must say, I rather enjoyed the grueling dawn practices in the rain all last week," I added as I messed up his hair.

"Maybe I went a little over board," he contemplated.

"A little?"

"Ok," he sighed, "I was mad, can you blame me?"

"No," I shook my head after a second or two to really think about it. "I probably would've done worse in your position."

Ten minutes later we were standing in the school's main entrance. And you know what? The marble floor in the entrance way is even colder than the one in the hospital wing.

"Well," I said as we started towards the hospital wing, "At least there's no one else around to see my new sense of fashion."

"What are you talking about?" Oliver asked, grabbing one of my hands and twirling me, "You look wonderful."

"Get your eyes checked," I laughed, "Your going to need to if you expect to see the quaffle."

I looked down at my crazy clothes, even more crazy then the teal pajamas stuffed in some pockets. I was wearing Fred's mustard-colored-plaid-paints, George's off-colored-and-faded-long-sleeve-tee, Oliver's brown sweater with buttons that went half way down his chest but practically reached my stomach (I was to lazy to actually do them up though) and Oliver's denim jacket. Oh, did I mention the bare feet and the purple scarf and yellow pok-a-dots (which actually turned out to be smiley faces in the right light).

"Why does Fred even own plaid pants?" I asked in a hushed whisper as we creep into the wing.

Oliver shrugged his shoulders, giving my a crooked smile.

So I tiptoed as fast as I could into the small bathroom at the back, took my teal pajamas out from several pockets and changed back into them. And as I came back out of the bathroom, I was once again a crazy hospital patient in crazy pajamas.

"So," I said shrugging my shoulders once I came out, "Do I still look like a madwoman who needs to be strapped into a hospital bed?"

Oliver looked me up and down, "Never," he smiled. I smiled back until he reached around the back of my head, pulled out my hair tie and messed up my hair. "that's better."

"Well, now that I look like cousin It," I laughed, pushing my hair back over my head the way it's supposed to go, "I better go strap myself back in."

Oliver chuckled before pulling into a tight hug. Up till then I wasn't really sure what I missed about him over the past week the most. Couldn't figure out if it was his lopsided smile, the glint in his eye whenever Quidditch was brought up, or his straight broad shoulders, or his Scottish accent that became even harsher when he got worked up. And this sounds really corny but I missed everything, from the way he can be even more stubborn than me at times to the way he smells (which is like freshly mowed lawn after it rains if you wanted to know)

…Oh my god! I'm becoming one of those girls who can't live with out their boyfriends. GAH!

NOOOOO! Not me!

Wait, it couldn't possibly happen to me, right? I mean, I did go a whole entire week with no girlfriend/boy friend stuff right? Ok, never mind, scratch that, I think I'll be ok.

April 8, Wednesday, time: I have no idea, probably around lunch because I'm currently stark raving hungry.

ok, so maybe it's during D.A.D.A., but I kinda forgot because my stomach is grumbling non stop.You see Madam Pomphrey released me during third period…WITH NO BREAKFAST! Now I have to wait for stinking lunch to eat! I'm starving and I desperately need food, people this isn't going to be pretty.Potions

"Katie, slow down!"

"..Moh…"

"Moh?"

"I think she means no."

"Well maybe she should breath in-between bites."

"Moh, mevha!"

"SWALLOW!" four friends shouted at me.

I took a particularly large gulp and downed the half of a sandwich and half a cup of soda down my throat. Food had never tasted so good.

So if you couldn't tell, it was lunch and I sprinted there from five floors up, nearly falling down the stairs twice, almost rolling my ankle and knocking several people down. By the time 'Lic, Ange and the twins had finally showed up I had already finished a potato, half a sandwich and some soda pop, with no sign of slowing down or stopping. How lady like of me.

"How can you eat so fast?" 'Lic asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Slow isn't in my vocabulary?"

I thought it was a good answer.

"You have a vocabulary?" Fred asked.

"I bet I could beat her time," George said, looking down at his own food as I punched Fred in the shoulder. The twins were sitting on either side of me.

"Let's go for it!" Fred said enthusiastically.

And without a moment to spare they started attempting to eat as fast as I had just seconds before.

"Do I want to know?"

I craned my neck up to see Oliver standing right behind me, looking at the twins.

"Probably not," I said.

Oliver sighed before pulling Fred off the bench by the collar of his robes and sitting down next to me.

"Why is everybody beating up on me today?" Fred asked from the ground.

"Because it's easy," we all replied up from the table without looking down at him.

You know that wasn't very nice.

Fred! Get outta here!

Sorry, no can do, especially after that little punch you gave me earlier. But you can make it up to me.

…………how?

Oh nothing to big, just a little kis---

Now kicking my chair over while I'm still sitting on it isn't making me like you any better.

Fred, how Ange put up with you I will never know.

What can I say. I have an irresistible charm-

That makes everyone want to beat you senseless?

More like snog senseless.

What did George slip in your drink this morning?

I dunno, might've been love potion

Or loony potion

Probably the second

Probably.

Better talk to him about that…

Haha, Fred I love you

I knew my drop-dead-good-looks couldn't loss it's effects on you.

I meant in a brotherly way

In a drop-dead-good-looking-brotherly-way?

Haha, what ever floats your boat

…I have a boat?

I don't know, but your ginormous ego'll bound to keep you afloat

Now you're mixing me up with Perc which I consider a terrible insult

It is a terrible insult…

good call.

What can I say? I'm great!

And wonderful, and funny, and gorgeous and

Fred, stop it!…ok, keep going

And funny and sarcastic and funny-

Running out of material?

Oh yeah

So can you see what's going on in the front of the classroom?

No, Snape's greasy hair is reflecting the light right into my eyes and I can't seem to see a bloody thing.

Good, I thought I was the only one who realized

"Now what is this?"

Both me and Fred winced as we realized Snape was standing right behind us and the whole class was snickering.

"bugger…" I heard Fred mumble.

Before we could stop him he grabbed the piece of parchment we had been writing on, cleared his throat and read aloud. And after reading the whole entire thing, he stumbled upon the last few lines. By this time I was either on the verge of killing Snape or cracking up hysterically, and Fred kept his mischievous grin on. How he was smiling, I'll probably never know.

"…Can you see what's going on in the front of the class room?" Snape continued "No Snape's…" his eyes grew wide as he trailed off, no doubt coming to the funny part of our little chat.

"What Professor?" Fred asked.

Oh, god only knows what his going to do.

"Is the light reflecting in your eyes?" he asked, with the evilest smirk I have ever seen.

Saw that one coming…

Snape just glared at him. I mean glared. Like I-want-to-shoot-you-down-Fred-Weasley glare. It was that bad.

"20 points from Griffindor!" he declared after the fact that Fred had just stated sunk in, "And detention for the both off you, 5 tonight, my office."

With that he walked back to the front of the room (more like dreary dungeon) and resumed teaching.

I slapped Fred on the shoulder, "You owe me big!" I said in a hushed whisper, "Dragging me into that! Oliver's going to have my head! We have practice tonight!"

Fred snorted, no doubt thinking of the look on Oliver's face when he found out we had detention on the night of a practice.

"That's another ten points, Mr. Weasley."

"You're and idiot Fred," I said as we walked away from the dungeons as fast as possible after class. "I hope you know that."

"What does he know?" Ange said. God only knows where she popped out from.

"Genius here," I said, slapping Fred on the shoulder, "Just lost us thirty points and managed to get us both in detention."

"Good one," Angelina said, "Oliver's going to kill you."

"THERE'S LESS THAN TWO MONTHS AWAY FROM THE FINAL MATCH AND YOU TWO GET YOURSELF IN DETENTION AND SHOW UP A HOUR LATE? ARE YOU TRYING TO LOSE US THE CUP? I THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE COMMITTED! WHY DID YOU EVEN TRYOUT IF YOU PLANNED TO SHOW UP A HOUR LATE?…"

Wow, I love Oliver but sometimes he can lay it on a tad bit thick. Or is that just me.

So me and Fred just stood there for the first five minutes, letting him yell, and shout, and scream and anything else you would like to insert here that pertains to any loud-mad-I-want-to-kill-you voice or synonyms that go with the previously listed adjectives. But after a while you just can't help to stop him or laugh at him.

I took the first, but unfortunately Fred beat me with the second. All of a sudden he starts snorting I hope he was trying to hold his laughter in but it didn't work because next thing you know he's rolling around on the ground laughing. And of course at this sight and Oliver's now nearly-purple-face I start laughing to.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!"

So I somehow manage to stop laughing and I attempt to calm him down.

"Oliver…" I said through dying laughs, "You actually think we want to spend an extra two hours with Snape, writing lines."

"Pfft!" Fred said, standing up, "I had to personally-with out magic- clean all the greasy grime on the dungeon windows so the 'light didn't reflect into his precious students' eyes'." at that he pretended to gag.

All of a sudden George comes and lands next to Fred, with a very hurt and distraught face on. "You embarrassed Snape," he said slowly, "With out me? Your twin? Am I non existent? Wha-"

"GET IN THE DAMN AIR NOW!"

So before he got purple in the face again we all took off in three scarlet blurs.So did ya like? I hope so. Now since this is our official forty chapters mark. You all must write super super super loooooooooong reviews. Like ULTRA long reviews. Because if I don't get really long reviews, I might boycott. Not really but I need something to get you guys to write more. But seriously if I can write 7 pages you can give me at least a lengthy paragraph. So go and write lots for me!

and if you were wondering what's up with Fred, let's just say he misses Angelina because i have no other explination for it. that, and it was semi-funny. Semi...

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