Jesus, I had no idea I was so loved! I mean, people are thanking ME for reading their stories. It's like I turned into a god or something over night…and I must say I love rubbing it in my lil sister's face. Watch out! There's a new God of the Universe, move aside sis, move aside.

But thanks so much guys. And I am going to actually use the things you mentioned in your reviews (no t's during classes, Harry actually taking Katie's advice and stuff like that) which is weird you mentioned because I was going to use them anyway! Great minds think a like though! And I'm sorry, I had no idea my chaps were shrinking! Gah! Gotta make 'em longer!

So I was bored yesterday and read the first five chapters of this story and it struck me that my author notes just got longer and longer as time went on and so thanks for putting up with my rambling. And to show my thanks I'm going straight into the story now that I've written three paragraphs.

April 12, Monday, Transfiguration

"Now the incantation is 'Tachita myfeetta'," Professor McGonagall said. Not only did I find this incantation very odd (it sounded like touch my feet) but there would be no way I could manage all those t's. and of course she had me demonstrate. "Miss Bell, I'm sure you read the chapter over the weekend and have practiced a bit, like the homework assigned, why don't you show us how it's done."

The world is working against me.

And of course when I said the incantation it sounded like: "'ouchia my fee'a," which sounded translated into my fee hurts and of course my twig didn't turn into an elegant dove like it was supposed to but instead into a bill, like a restaurant bill.

Why do I even bother trying?

Potions

"What did you say, Bell?"

" 'ha' you're po'ions class is absolu'ly 'errible."

"Errible?" then out of now where he pulls a dictionary out of his robes and looks up 'errible'. "Why thank you Miss Bell," he said, putting the mini dictionary back into his robe, "I'm glad you think my class is 'way cool', but I do not allow slang in my class. Twenty points from Griffindor."

With that he walked back up to the front of the class and I promptly slammed my head on the desk.

I miss my t's.

After practice

"I mean, even when I 'ry 'o insul' a 'eacher, i' sounds like I actually like 'heir s'upid class!" I moaned in the locker room after practice.

"Oh here!" Alicia said, tossing me a small vial that I caught without even thinking.

If your wondering, Oliver used to chuck random things at us at any time during the day to make sure our reflexes were up to par. It has it's perks, I can officially catch anything from that 1000 page Hogwarts a History to an itty-bitty-you-can-barely-see-pebble with my left hand. I'm un-touchable.

"Wha's 'his?" I asked, there was no label.

"Cure for the common cold," Ange and 'Lic said at the same time.

"How long have you had 'his?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Lemme guess," I said, cutting of 'Lic before she could answer, "Since Friday where you 'wo decided 'o have an ex'ended snogging session."

"More or less," Ange said.

I was drinking the potion and nearly spit it out but managed to get it down at Ange;s comment, "AHA!" I said triumphantly. "You did get back with Fred! I knew it! YOU ALL OWE ME FIVE GALLEONS!" I screamed so everybody in the locker room who part took in our little bet heard. "hey, my t's are back!"

"What do you mean five galleons?" Ange asked and me and 'Lic high fived.

"Uhhhh……."

"You mean you took bets on how long it would take us to get back together?"

"Uh-" Alicia started.

"AND I WON!"

I. Am. An. Idiot.

"No! Ange! It's not so bad! I mean- Oh come one! Don't pull my hair! FRED! COME PRY YOUR GIRLFRIEND OFF OF ME!" that didn't really help. The twins and Harry came onto our side of the locker room and laughed as Ange pulled me down by my hair. "I WASN'T THE ONLY ONE WHO BET! You're just jealous I won!"

"You. Little…" she growled as she continued to pull on my hair.

"OH please!" I said rather calmly. Pulling hair isn't so bad. When I was little Lance used to pull off the ground by it, my scalps made out of steal. "Like you didn't take bets on me and Oliver!"

"NO I didn't!"

"Yes you did," Fred ventured quietly but didn't say anything else with a look from 'his girl'.

"TOLD YOU!" I looked at the twins, "Are you gonna get here off of me or what?"

Yeah, about Ange sitting on my back while I was face to face with the locker room floor, still in our muddy scarlet robes.

And five minutes later Ange was off me and was on top of Fred having yet another snogging session, which is more or less when I changed in two seconds flat with 'Lic, George and Harry and practically ran out of the locker room.

"Where's Oliver?" I asked Harry. George and 'Lic were whispering some what not to each other and I didn't feel like asking them.

Gag me, please.

"I don't know," he shrugged his shoulders. "did you check the captain's office?'

I slapped my self on the forehead. I was just so excited that everybody owed me five galleons, that's a lot of money when you add it up. I would never worry about not having money to buy birthday gifts (Alicia's was coming up) that I had walked all the way to ground level only to have to run all the way back up to the top floor to go find him.

"Ol…iver?" I panted, opening his 'office' door a crack and peeped in with one eye. "You in here?"

"Kat?"

I opened the door and walking in, "So when did you get your t's back?"

"Lunch."

He was working on something.

"Yeah?"

"Yup."

"Why did I get them so late?"

"Don't know."

"That so?"

"Yup."

Normally I never bother him when he's making up a new play (no one would in their right mind) but how could you resist. I mean, I could pull off stuff now that only you could dream of.

I smirked.

"So do you still have those boxers with the snitches-"

"Yup."

"And quaffle-"

"Uh-hu."

"And bludgers-"

"You know it."

"And brooms sticks?"

"Wear them all the time.

"That sounds interesting Oliver."

"Yup, sure is."

"They lucky?"

"Oh yeah."

"….I wish I was captain."

"I know it."

"I could run my team into the ground everyday."

"Wonderful."

"You're gonna let me be captain one of these days, right?"

"Got it all planned."

Boy could that quill move fast.

"So you're gonna let me run the team?"

"Someday."

"Great! That someday's tomorrow!" I smiled, "Be at practice at 3 am tomorrow and make sure to bring your lucky boxers!"

"Sounds like a plan," with that I ran out the door and waited outside for what he just agreed to sink in.

"Three…two…one and cue the Wood-"

"KAT!" he screamed, charging out of his office like a bull, possibly in a china shop.

"…Right on time…"

And of course he completely blew past me without even noticing I was right there.

"KAT!"

"Oliver!" I called from the top of the stairs, he was already half way down the first flight.

He spun around on his heel, "KAT!"

I laughed, his face matched the color of his scarlet robes which he was still in.

"I think you should refer to me as 'ma'am' from now on," I said, leaning on the wall, my bag slung over my shoulder "I mean, I AM your captain after all."

"About that," Oliver said, climbing the stairs, putting his arm around my shoulders and leading me into his office, "You can't be captain," he said shortly.

"But Oliiii-ver!" I moaned sarcastically, "I really really really reaaaaaallllllly wanted to be captain!"

He just chuckled and went to sit back down at his desk.

I sighed, he was starting to pick up on my sarcasm. I used to get away with so much too.

"Sooo," I said after a while, rocking back and forth from my toes to my heels and back again, "This is what you after you beat us all into the ground," I looked at his quickly moving quill, "…fun…"

Oliver looked at me with a cocked eyebrow. One look from me and he put down his quill, "Ok, what do you want?"

"My five galleons?"

" your five galleons?" he asked shocked, "I borrowed two sickles, not five gal-"

"Fred and Ange got back together, pay up buddy."

"…it was barely a week…" he mumbled as he dug through his bag and I moved beside him.

"Do all want birthday gifts for the next two years or not?"

He sighed and drew out five galleons and placed them in my hand, "You collecting from everybody then?"

I looked at the galleons in my hand, then after a few seconds of an internal battle-

You idiot just take the money!

Give the money back

Take it!

You really don't need it

25 galleons if everyone pays up

Just give it back-

You're going to buy presents with it, so it's not for you

Of course she's going to use at least SOME of it to buy clothes.

You're point?

Friends don't take friend's moneyThey're more like paying up…

can't you just see the angel and devil on my shoulders. Damn the both of them.

"No," I answered, putting the money back into his hand, "I'll trade it in for some gloating."

Oliver looked completely dumbfounded, "But you won."

"Eh," I shrugged my shoulders, "Betting is a crappy way to get money" Damn nice person inside me. "Besides," I smiled, "I probably owe you all five galleons each anyway." I looked at the new play sheet on his desk, "So how long is it going to take to drill this into our heads?"

Oliver chuckled, "A long time," he said, turning to his play.

"Well," I said, "I wouldn't do it at 5 am after a two hour practice."

"Probably a good idea."

"Probably," I laughed, moving behind his chair and wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. "But I don't like the whole idea of us flying around in a tornado with two bludgers mixed in there," I added, resting my chin on his right shoulder, my arms still around him.

"But that's what makes it so good," jeez, his accent really comes out whenever he's talking about a new play.

"Well," I said, looking at my watch so he could see it too, "It's officially 7:45, we missed dinner and I'm starving," I walked over towards the door where my lonely bag was waiting, "So are we gonna go to the kitchens or what?"

"Alright," he picked up his bag along with his new play, shut off the lights to his 'office' and locked the door. "Let's go."

"I know how much you love those robes, but you might want to change."

"Thanks for waiting," Oliver said coming out of the locker room back in his normal clothes five minutes later.

I was about to answer but my stomach did for me.

"About that…" I laughed, "Can we go grab some food?"

Oliver was about to answer but his stomach too answered for him.

What, does my stomach think it can randomly start conversations with other stomachs? Bizarre….

"Let's go," Oliver laughed with me.

"I have to say," I said, beaming at the little house elves around me with their big ears and eyes and not to mention the mountain of food that each had on a silver platter, "I LOVE YOU ALL!"

Wrong thing to say. Now I can't step into the kitchens without at least five house elves jump on my legs hugging them. Strange, they can't jump higher than my thigh so I practically give them a ride to the platter of food my stomach is so desperately craving. Why can't I just eat in peace!

"So whaz iz new pla'?" I asked Oliver through large bites.

"'O'nado," he answered with the same amount of food in his moth.

" 'O'nado?" I repeated, taking a bite of a canoli a house elf brought over. Yes, in two minutes we had plowed through dinner and into desert. "Whaz we haz 'o du?"

"Fly 'bound yn loz o' cirleds."

"houns ez enough."

It's amazing. In a few short days we have made and overcome the language barrier of two languages.

Language number 1: I'm-so-freaking-sick-because-a-freaking-Scottish-kilt-wearing-son-of-a-bitch-captain-decided-to-go-flying-in-a-typhoon-and-I-didn't-have-enough-sense-to-realize-if-I-went-out-there-I-would-fall-deathly-ill-but-did-anyway-falling-deathly-ill-and-now-neither-of-us-can-pronounce-our-t's language.

And language Number 2: our-freaking-Scottish-kilt-wearing-son-of-a-bitch-captain-ran-us-into-the-ground-so-much-our-stomachs-started-a-conversation-so-we-practically-sprinted-to-the-kitchen-to-stuff-our-faces-and-talk-while-house-elves-everywhere-are-squeking-I-love-you-too-miss-Bell! language.

Confusing yes, but ridiculously easy to say under the right conditions.

"The beaters might get mixed up in there too," Oliver added as an after thought, finally swallowing.

"Great," I swallowed. "Two more things I'm gonna wind up flying into…."

Oliver just chuckled.

But I don't know why! I can see it now, KATIE BELL, CRASH EXTRODINAR TAKES OUT HALF HER TEAM IN TWO SECONDS personally I don't really like the way it sounds. But I'm sure the Slytherins are going to get a kick out of it.

April 15, Wednesday, After classes

"My brain has melted," I said, sitting down next to Oliver at the lunch table, "It has melted and drained out both my ears," I slumped forward, crossing my arms over the table and burying my face in them.

"Transfiguration?" Oliver asked.

"And History of Magic," Ange said, sitting down across from me.

"And Defense," That was Alicia who sat next to Ange.

"And potions later," The twins said, sitting next to the appropriate chaser.

"And all Practice O.W.L.S.," I muttered.

"It couldn't have been that bad," Oliver said putting a hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

If only he knew.

"I was supposed to turn a small parakeet into a knitted pillow."

"And…?"

"I turned it into an even bigger bird-"

"That was almost reached the ceiling-" 'Lic put in.

"That lost all it's feathers-" Ange said.

"And blew fire," The twins said together.

"Shoot me!" I cried, slamming my head back into my crossed arms.

"It was cool," one of the twins said, I think George, maybe Fred. It was one of them.

"I'm sure you did fine in Defense," Oliver said brightly.

"That's easy though," I moaned looking back up.

"Not for me," Ange said, "I hate those Red Caps…"

"And I can never think of anything to make a banshee funny," George added.

"Have it lose it's voice," I muttered.

"You see!" 'Lic said, "At least you're good at that!"

"Any normal person could've thought of that though," I said, feeling slightly better.

"George didn't," Fred pointed out.

"Like I said, any NORMAL person."

And after a good laugh I was feeling better. Until I went and completely failed my potions P.O.W.L . Gah! Some body shoot me!

"Ugh!" I groaned, falling face first into a pillow as I did yet another perfect belly flop onto the couch after classes, bag and robe thrown on the floor. Perfect form I have to say.

"Potions?"

I looked up out of my sad little pillow to see Oliver sitting on one of the armchairs. "When'd you get here?"

"Right before you," he shrugged said, getting up and walking over to me. "P.O.W.L.S?" he asked, lightly slapping the back of my calf (meaning move-your-fat-butt-Katherine-Ann-Bell-so-I-can-sit-too in a nicer, more subtle, possibly even more loving way) and sat down after I lifted my calves underneath me.

"Uh hu…" I muttered into the pillow.

What a sight. I was curled up in a slight ball on one side of the couch facing opposite Oliver, my face some where in a frilly pillow.

I sat up and twisted around, "It's barely two months 'till the REAL O.W.L.S. I mean, why do they give us these things?" I got up and flopped down again so I was sitting next to him the way a normal person would.

"To practice?" Oliver suggested, rightly so.

"Besides that!" I said exasperated. "They're all out to get me…"

"I'm not," Oliver said, putting an arm around me.

I cocked an eyebrow at him, "Ten galleons says that'll completely flip around at practice tonight."

Oliver chuckled, "Just ruin a nice moment then."

I looked around, "Nice moment?" I repeated, "Nice moment? I just went through four P.O.W.L.S. What nice ,moment? And you! Why aren't you taking P.N.E.W.T.S? why aren't you completely brain dead?"

Oliver shrugged his shoulders.

"Lemme guess," I said, eyebrow still cocked to the max, probably looked like it was going to go for a joy fly. "You spend everyone of your classes dreaming up plays."

"Well," Oliver started, "It's more like writing down rather than- Kat?"

I had currently resumed burying my head in the pillow.

I heard Oliver sigh, stand up and walk away, but next thing I knew my jacket was thrown onto my head and he was tugging on my elbow.

"Come on," he coaxed, "You need some air.

"I'm gonna get some at practice right after I attempt to plow through a mountain of homework."

"You know I can't hear you through a pillow and a coat."

"So?" I said, unburying myself and putting my coat on, Oliver already had his on over his school uniform "Ok, where we walking to?"

"I don't have a single idea, to tell the truth."

I laughed and linked my arm through his and we walked out the portrait hole.

"How come every time I step on foot outside, it rains?" I asked as it started to drizzle lightly.

"The world's just mad that you're upset," Oliver chuckled. "Besides, April showers bring May flowers."

I laughed, "I haven't heard that in ages. My mom used to tell me that, then Lance got into all this scientific stuff and completely ruined it."

"What did he say?"

"He said that May flowers have nothing to do with April showers and that the only reason they come up is because it's getting warmer out. And it's only getting warmer because the northern Hemisphere is closer to the sun during then and that's because the Earth is tilted on it's axis." I looked up at him, "Really ruined it for me, I was only five."

"Your head must've exploded with all that scientific knowledge."

I looked up at him with his freaking tall 6 foot stature to see that he was smirking.

"Oh jeez Oliver," I smiled crookedly, "do you know how to make a girl feel good."

"And that's why you're smiling," he pointed out, smirking a million miles and hour.

"I'm not smiling," I said, looking forward, meaninglessly staring at some random tree, trying desperately not to smile.

But of course Oliver saw the corners of my mouth twitch.

"You know you want to smile," he said in a sing song voice.

SO?

"No," I said, biting my lower lip. Damn my frequency to always smile. "No I don't."

"Yes you do," damn sing song voice. "Because you can't help but smile when I'm around."

"Don't inflate your ego too much, Ol."

"Ha," he laughed, "You're smiling."

I threw my hand over my mouth and shook my head violently, "Am not!"

"Yes yo-ou arrrr-re!"

"So?" I asked, putting my hand down, smiling and half way to laughing my head off. You've never heard Oliver say anything in a sing song voice have you? Thought so.

We had somehow ended up at the lake and we sat down under the big oak tree.

"Oliver?" I asked, resting against his side, resting my head on his chest and his arm around me. He was sitting against the trunk of the tree.

"Hmm?"

"What am I going to do without you next year?"

I craned my neck to look at him. He was starring at me wide eyed.

"I don't know…" he frowned, looking out over the lake. He looked back at me, "I haven't thought about it since the end of February… Guess I was trying to forget…"

I sighed, "Me too…"

"Well that's almost a whole three months away," he smiled, "We don't have to worry about it now."

"No," I said, turning around to face him, "Guess not. But what we really need to worry about is that Quidditch cup," I smiled slyly, leaning into him.

"Um hm," Oliver agreed exaggeratedly, smiling lopsided, "We have to win."

And for once, ONCE in my silly little 16 year old existence, I was the kisser and not the kissee. Let the world know it!

It was a strong kiss too. Not like those little tender ones, that I still probably couldn't manage without. But it was like if we stopped the world would cease to exist. He was holding me as tight as possible to him and I was tugging on his hair a little harder than normal. God only knows how long that went on for.

But of course it was freezing and raining. I mean God forbid it's actually sunny and warm.

"Achoo!…oh god…'Choo!…not again," I moaned breaking off, and for all I knew the world could've fallen into an oblivion. But oddly enough it didn't.

"You alright?" Oliver asked from on top of me, when did that happen?

"Yeah I thi-Achoo!"

"Come on," Oliver chuckled, standing up and offering me a hand.

"Bu-" I started, sitting up.

"We can't have you getting sick again before the cup, can we?" Oliver asked, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me up off the cold and now wet ground.

"Why is it always raining?" I mumbled.

"Do you want the scientific explanation?" Oliver chuckled, lacing his fingers in mine.

"No," I sighed contently, smiling and resting my head against his arm. "I guess not."

Ok, I hope that this chapter was longer than maybe the past few. And once again it was more or less pointless but look! There is a slight hint of a plot! Gasp! Now please review some more because I know you all love me! …or I hope…hmm….42 chaps in you probably should though.