Mwhahahaha! 45 chapters! Yeah, that's what I thought! Almost half way there! Haha! Gotcha! 100 chaps is even too lengthy to me…and no I have no idea how many chapters this is going to wind up being so just bear with me.

Oh! Sorry for the semi flash backs in the last chap, but I didn't have enough time to finish chp 43 so I just continued it in the next one (I was sorry 'cause I hadn't updated in what seemed forever) oh and the final for Quidditch will be on the weekend of May 21 (don't know what day that is but it'll be that weekend)

Ok, now um….hu, no more ranting. Ok then, onto the story (and yes, I am taking a stab at a plot!)

April 29, Wednesday, Charms

So how was your gift 'Lic?

Hu? Oh! You've seen the necklace! It's so pretty!

She meant the other gift

The other gift?

You know the one, when you didn't come back 'till midnight!

Ohhhhhh

Ohhhhhhh?

Yes, ohhhhhh

'Lic just answer it before she jumps across the desk and rips your head off

Ugh, alright. It was nothing, honestly

Nothing! You were gone until midnight! That's almost and hour and a half!

So?

I don't know!

'So' what?

So what happened!

Calm down Ange, not every couple is crazy like you and Fred…

What does that mean?

I don't know, what does it mean Ange?

You two are off your rocker

Uh-hu

yup

Hey, if 'Lic doesn't want to tell us…I'll just have to pry it out of her.

April 30, Thursday, 3:06 when I'm really supposed to be doing my homework before practice but right now I just don't feel like doing it.

"What's going on?" 'Lic asked as she came into the dorm last night at around 10. Ange was pointing her wand, which was charmed with the lumos spell, in her face. "What are you doing?" holding her hands in front of her eyes.

"Sit," I said as if I was talking to a dog, pointing to one of the chairs.

Sorry, 'Lic. But don't worry, if you ever read this I think that you are a very adorable dog.

"Where were you on the night of March 14?" I demanded once she was seated.

"Celebrating your birthday…?" 'Lic said tentatively "With you, remember?"

"Who's asking the questions here?"

Ange sighed behind me, still shining the charm in Alicia's eyes over my right shoulder, and 'Lic rolled her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me miss!"

"You really can't do this whole interrogating thing can you?" Ange asked.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't really think of something.

"That's what I thought-"

"It's because I'm always the one being interrogated!" I pointed out, finally coming up with a reason.

"That's because you and Oliver are out of control," she said, passing her wand over to me and turning into the interrogator.

"Not as out of control as you and Fred," I mumbled, turning into the-bright-light-that-blinds-the-bad-guys-in-interrogations-like-these.

"No," Ange said, "Not as out of control as 'Lic and George," she corrected.

Way to get things back on track. Imagine her as a lawyer? I'd be scared.

"What does that mean?" 'Lic asked, finally speaking up.

"A hour and a half?" Ange asked, an eyebrow cocked.

Very scared.

"We just talked." 'Lic said meekly, twiddling her thumbs.

"Katie?" Ange asked me, "How often do you an Oliver talk?"

"A lot more than you and Fred," I answered without missing a beat, "Our lips aren't always glued toget-"

"KATIE!"

I let out a little laugh.

Ange sighed at me before getting back to 'Lic. "LIKE I was saying…what happened?"

'Lic sighed, giving in, "If I tell you, promise not to tell anyone?"

We both nodded.

"And you won't write it in that crazy notebook of yours Katie?"

Damn, that was the ultimate loop hole.

"Promise…"

"Promise!"

"I said 'promise' already! PROMISE", I repeated, making an 'X' over my heart.

And then she told us. And I can't write what happened because of that damn loop hole she completely collapsed.

But for all you perverted people out there they didn't do…that…comprende? Good.

April 31, Friday, 1 am (so I guess it's officially may 1st)

"BELL!"

Damn damn damn. Snape found out that I'm gonna help the twins put pink hair dye in his shampoo Sunday night so it lasts the week. Damn damn damn.

I closed my eyes and hunched over my books on my favorite table in the library right before dinner. My back was to the door and the table was in the back corner. Maybe Snape wouldn't see me.

"KATHERINE ANN BELL!"

Maybe I should just hide under the table.

"KAT!"

I turned around completely confused. The only person that ever calls me Kat was- "Oliver?"

"What are you doing?" he asked, sitting down next to me.

Oh, by the way, I was still in my uniform but he was wearing his casual clothes. You know, jeans, and a denim jacket.

"Homework," I said, an eyebrow cocked. "You know, when you have O.W.L.'s coming up, the fierce amount of homework teachers give you to 'prepare' you? You know, homework."

Oliver laughed.

I was confused.

"Why are you in a good mood?" I asked in my very confused state. "Right after we hit the 'under 20 days until the final' marker, you go even more psychotic about Quidditch. You never laugh and all you do is go around telling us how to eat and making sure we're 'constantly thinking' about the up coming match." I paused, "What did the twins put in your drink?"

"Nothing," Oliver said, grabbing my hand and standing up. "C'mon."

I looked at my books, "err…two foot essay due Monday and practices through out the weekend. When am I going to get it done?"

"Later," Oliver said, taking out his wand and with a flick of his wrist all my books and papers closed, organized, and found a place in my bag. Not to mention my three stubby quills.

"Alright," I groaned, standing up as he kicked my bag under the table "Where are we going? And what about my bag?" I asked as he started to drag me out of the library.

"Who would want text books anyway?" he said as we continued to walk.

"Some of your plays are in there."

"We'll go to the common room first then," he said quickly, turning around, grabbing my bag and walking like the speed of light back to the common room, dragging me all the way.

Yeah, like Oliver would ever leave his brilliant plays out in the open for Slytherins to steal.

"You'll need your coat too," Oliver said as I came down from my dorm, putting my bag away, stopping on the second step from the bottom.

"Why do I need my coat?" I asked, looking outside, "It's beautiful out!"

"We'll be gone late."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

Oh my god. He's doing this on purpose.

"Why are we going to be out late?" I sighed.

"Because aren't we celebrating our anniversary today?" he asked.

I slapped my forehead. "I'll be right back."

And he thought I forgot. Yeah, yeah he did. But little did he know I had the greatest EVER! I mean the greatest gift of all time. E-V-E-R.

So maybe I forgot we were celebrating today but I remembered a gift…the greatest gift ever!

"Ok," I said, finally coming down in my infamous white crew neck sweater and one of Ange's denim jackets. Yes, the best gift ever in the inside pocket. "Where to?"

"C'mon," Oliver said, grabbing my hand and dragging me out the portrait door. "we're going to be late."

"For what?" I asked, completely confused for the umpteenth time today.

"I made reservations."

I stopped short, digging my heels into the marble on the fifth floor.

"What?" Oliver asked turning around, confused.

"You made reservations? YOU made reservations. You?"

"Yes," Oliver chuckled. "I made reservations. I made reservations. ME." He started walking but I kept digging my feet into the marble. "What?"

"I am I dressed alright?" I asked, an eyebrow cocked and still confused. "If you made reservations then it's bound to be a very fancy place because this is a once in a life time thing."

"You look fine," Oliver chuckled before giving me a quick kiss and continued to drag me to the statue of the one eyed witch on the third floor. You know the one, the one with a humped back.

"It's in Hogsmeade?" I asked.

"A little bit outside of Hogsmeade," he said, turning around and placing his thumb and index finger half an inch apart.

"So do we have someone to cover for us?" I asked as he opened up the passage in the statue's hump.

"Yup," Oliver said, his back towards me as he groped around for something in the statue. "You're not feeling so great and I'm at the pitch."

"Well that's believable enough," I laughed. Oliver sent me a look jokingly. "How are we getting to this place were you made reservations for once in your life?"

At that second Oliver pulled his broomstick out of the statue.

"We're flying?" I asked, just to clarify.

Oliver shrugged his shoulders, "can you think of a better way?"

"Slide along appartation?" I offered smiling. "You do have your license."

"Well I didn't think about that," he shook it off. "besides," he said standing aside so I could climb into the statue first, "Flying's more fun."

"I'm still sore from yesterday's practice," I laughed as I climbed down, him following me shortly after. "So it depends who you ask!"

"Well," Oliver said as we walked along the very short and very small yet what we knew to be a very long passage, "somebody who's on the Quidditch team, talking to their captain, going to the final-which they'll win-"

I quickly turned around and tapped on his head twice.

"What was that for?" Oliver asked, rubbing to top of his head.

"Knock on Wood!" I laughed.

Pun of the century.

I just crack myself up.

But how dare he jinx us!

Oliver chuckled before giving me a kiss but I had to back away.

"What now?" Oliver asked.

"5'3" foot tall passage, I'm 5'7" and your not exactly any shorter at 6'," I laughed lightly, all hunched over.

"Good point," Oliver said, hunched over even more than me.

"Ahhh, it pays to be short," I said as we continued along the passage.

"Because 5'7" is real short."

"So your finally getting the hang of sarcasm then, hu?"

"What can I say?" Oliver chuckled, "You rubbed off on me," he said, tugging a bit of my hair lightly.

"Too true," I agreed over my shoulder, "We've only had one dawn practice all week!"

"I don't think I am ever going to go that way again," I said after we had made our way up to the streets of Hogsmeade where I could finally stand up straight. "So where exactly are we going?" I asked Oliver to the right of me.

"You'll see," he said, grabbing my hand and half walking quickly down the street.

For the third time today I had to kill my heels by digging them into whatever type of surface Oliver decided to drag me across.

"Kat," he pleaded. Yeah, that's right, pleaded, "we're going be late, what's wrong?"

"I'm sick of being dragged all over the country without knowing where we're going and why you made reservations!" I smiled so he knew I was mad at him. Just curious.

"But your going to ruin the surprise if I tell you AND if we're late," he pointed out, giving a small tug on my hand.

"Oh all right," I sighed.

"Good," he smiled, mounting his broom.

"But I hate surprises," I pointed out as I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his back, "ever since the twins pt jam in my new socks that one time."

Oliver chuckled as we finally started getting to this place faster than a bent-over-ouch-my-back walking pace.

"Oliver, you know this is a muggle town, right?" I asked as we stood in small alley while many-what are they called? Ron and Harry flew one into the Whomping Willow last year…oh yeah, cars!-cars speed home.

"I know," he said as he placed an invisibility charm on his broom and placed it next to one of the dumpsters.

Know before you go physco because Oliver Wood would never would leave his broom in the open even if it was invisible, on the ride over I found out that it wasn't exactly his broom but one of the schools brooms. So there.

"So where are we going?" I asked as he grabbed my hand and firmly guided me down the street.

"One of those places where muggles always go to see a movie…what are they called?" he asked me.

"Movie theaters?" I asked, hoping that was what he meant. I had taken Muggle Studies last year, worst mistake of my life. I advise dropping it as soon as possible along with History of Magic.

"Yeah, that's it," Oliver smiled. "Now where did Percy say it was? Oh yeah, this way," he said before taking a quick right at the corner.

"Percy?" I asked, "You asked Percy for directions. Percy?"

"Not really," Oliver laughed, "he was mumbling about some place Penelope Clearwater said she went with one of her ex's. did you know they were back together?"

"Oh really?" I asked as I noticed Oliver's pace quickened and I was barely able to hold his hand as he plowed two full strides ahead of me.

Two full Oliver strides. That's like three of mine, have you noticed that this boy is six feet tall?

"Uh hu," Oliver said, looking over his shoulder. "Last week."

"Saw that one coming…" I said as I jogged to catch up. That's right jogged, I had to jog on a date. On an anniversary. Jogged.

Well, that's Oliver Wood for you.

Oliver chuckled.

"Probably for the better," I said, now taking extra long and fast strides just to stay neck and neck with him, "I was kind of sick of him stalking me."

"Who wouldn't be?" Oliver chuckled.

"Are we almost there yet?" I asked three blocks and 15 minutes later.

"Almost, I promise," he said reassuringly as I panted next to him in a sprinting attempt to keep up. "It should be right…down…here!"

We turned around one more bend and there right in front of me was a-

"Old classic movie theater?" I read off of the sign above the entrance.

"Yup," Oliver said proudly, "C'mon," and next I was being dragged into the place.

"11 what?"

"Dollars."

"Kat," Oliver said, bending down and whispering in my ear, "What in merlin's name is a dolpher?"

"It's a dollar," I corrected in a whisper, "You know, muggle money."

"Oh…do you have any muggle money?"

"No."

"Oh…that's bad."

I laughed lightly for a second or two. I mean, who knew Oliver Wood could get himself into so much of a pickle on a date? I just thought it was really funny considering the fact that he had about five girlfriends last year (who eventually broke up with him because he's already married to Quidditch).

…C'mon, it's funny!

"I got it," I said.

You see, as Oliver was talking to the many pimpled teen who was supposed to be getting our huge tube of popcorn and soda, I was fishing around the pockets in Ange's jacket. And guess what I found. Lepricon gold. We had just practiced using nifflers in Care of Magical Creatures and we played around with them using the fake gold.

So with my fake gold in hand I went up to the pimpled teen behind the crash regibster and put on the weirdest accent I could come up with.

"A million apologies," I managed in a some what Arabic, some what western and somewhat…other weird accent, "but we're visiting from Shamalamadingdong and this is de' only muney we 'ave." I said, placing the lepricons gold on the counter. The pimple puss's eyes grew to the size of a million suns! "Will that do?"

The kid just nodded as he forked over our tickets and popcorn and soda.

"So are you going to tell me where you came up with a country called 'Shamalamadingdong'?" Oliver asked as we found our seats in the theater.

"Fred and George were goofing off one day-"

"-at practice?-"

"-And fred called George the king of-"

"-This was at practice wasn't it?-"

"-Shamalamadingdong! and so-"

"-AT PRACTICE?-"

"-I just thought I'd use it and-"

"-KAT I KNOW YOU'RE A TERRIBLE LIAR AND YOUR JUST IGNORING ME TO AVOID THE QUESTION!"

"…and?" I asked after a while. He caught me. Damn it.

"So it was at practice wasn't it?" Oliver asked, lowering his voice after he realized how many muggles were staring at him. But there was only like six other people were in here.

"So what movie is this?" I asked, taking the large soda we were sharing out of his hands.

"Kaa-at."

"No further questions," I concluded taking a sip of the coke, waiting desperately for the previews to end and the movie to begin.

And to my luck-my luck that always goes missing when I need it the most actually found me!-and the movie started.

"If you're not going to answer," Oliver said softly as the words Casa Blanca came up on the black and white screen, "I'm just going to take that as a yes. No give me some soda."

"Trade me for the popcorn then."

"Fair enough."

"So when do you think they're gonna come up for air?" I asked Oliver as the guy said 'bye' to the girl-who-was-going-onto-the-plane and I popped some popcorn into my mouth.

"But they're talking," Oliver said, obviously talking about the couple on the screen whie I was talking about the couple two or three rows ahead of us, snogging like the world was going to cave in any second.

"No," I laughed lightly, "Them," I said, nodding my head, to the couple I was talking about. "It's been like ten minutes!"

"Oh," Oliver chuckled.

At that point I got the greatest idea since the invention of Quidditch…even though I was going to come off looking like a spoiled-muggle-two-year-old but who really cares?

So either way I grabbed a hand full of popcorn out of the bin Oliver was holding and one by one, I threw popcorn at there head, switching back and forth between them.

Muggle boy.

Muggle girl.

Muggle boy.

Muggle girl.

Muggle boy wondering what is going on.

Muggle girl getting slightly irritated.

Muggle boy still rather confused.

Muggle girl getting very annoyed.

Muggle boy giving me some weird looks.

Muggle girl yelling at me.

Oliver joining in on the fun.

Muggle girl calling for security.

Muggle boy pulling something out of his jacket.

Me and Oliver bolting out of the theater.

"HEY YOU! FROM SCHAMALAMADINGDONG! THAT MONEY"S NOT WORTH ANYHTING! GET-!"

I had never run so fast and laughing so hard in all my life.

"That…was…hilarious!" I laughed/panted in Hogsmeade.

Yeah, Oliver had apparated a block away from the movie theater and brought us back to Main Street in Hogsmeade…and I of course was there for the slide along. What? Did you expect me to fly back?

Well, maybe I would've if it was a real broom and not a freaking ancient school broom- but that's beside the point!

"How was that funny?" Oliver chuckled as we started walking back to Honeydukes.

"You're chuckling?" I laughed.

"Your point?"

"Keep laughing it up buddy," I warned, "You just might not get the greatest gift EVER!"

"Well when you put it that way-uh oh…"

" 'Uh oh' what?" I asked as we came in front of a closed Honeydukes.

Yeah, that's right, closed, Honeydukes.

"IT'S CLOSED?" I asked. "IT'S BARELY TEN!" I cried, looking at my watch. "oh, now I see…"

"Soooooooooo…exactly how are we getting back into the castle?" I asked half an hour later as we trudged up the hill back to Hogwarts. I'm going to kill the guy that had the grand idea of building a castle on this huge hilly-cliffy-thingy-it's-sitting-on. "We're not going the same way we did on my birthday, are we?"

"Never again in a million years."

"Alleluia."

"Yeah, god forbid the window was open on my birthday, god forbid," I muttered as Oliver slid open the window Lee was supposed to open the night of my birthday.

"Well, let's just be happy it's open now," Oliver chuckled as he climbed through and offered me a hand up.

"Deal," I smiled in the dark as I took his hand and climbed through.

"What was that noise?"

"Was that Filch?"

"I think I hear that damn cat…"

"Peeves?"

"I think he's after us."

"Oliver, did you hear that?"

"Calm down Kat," he said smiling. Or atleast what I hoped was a smile.

You see, we were on the fifth floor by then and every now and then I would freak out and think Filch was about to catch us or Peeves was after me. I don't know why.

Well, maybe I do. Since the school makes a bunch of really-really-REALLY-freaky-noises-at-midnight-especially-when-it's-really-really-REALLY-windy-out-and-you-could-be-caught-any-second-and-put-in-detention-for-the-final-and-have-my-freaking-Scottish-kilt-wearing-son-of-a-bitch-captain-over-here-kill-you-three-times-over. You would be bugging out too!

"Where are we?" I asked as we traveled down the same secret passage we've been walking in for the past half hour. "I don't recognize this place…"

"We're on the sixth floor," he said, reassuringly.

"I though we were just on the fifth."

"We took that flight of stairs back there, remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"Soooooo….are we going to make a spring to the portrait or what?" I asked five minutes later. We finally made it to the seventh floor, right down the hall from The Fat Lady, peeking our heads out from behind the tapestry.

"I guess so," Oliver said, craning his neck to look farther, "We can't get any closer than this. I'll go see if Filch is around."

"OLIVER!" I cried in a whisper as he clambered out from behind the tapestry and started to walk half way down the hall.

Two seconds later he motioned me out from my safe hiding spot and I pretty much sprinted to the portrait hole when-

"Neville?" I asked as I stepped on something.

"Katie!" he whispered, obviously happy to see me.

"Why are you sleeping out here?" I asked, shocked.

Why anybody would prefer to sleep outside the tower on a cold marble floor instead of inside a nice warm bed is beyond me.

"I forgot the password!" he whispered, "And these trolls are scaring me," he whispered even more softly.

"Oh," I looked up at the trolls that have been guarding the Fat Lady ever since Black's most recent break in. "I see."

At this Oliver ran over, obviously confused why I still wasn't in the tower and why Neville was in his pajamas.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Forget it," I said, walking up the sleeping Fat Lady, "Hey!" I whispered loudly, "Wake up and let me in! Password's 'Witherwings', now let me in!"

"Hu?" the Fat Lady yawned, "What do you want?" her voice getting a little edgy as she realized it was me who woke her up.

She's out to get me, that one.

"WITHERWINGS" the three of us whispered loudly.

"Alright, alright," she yawned, opening up.

Well that sounded weird.

"Thanks," Neville muttered, climbing the stairs to his dorm.

"So what was that all about?" Oliver asked.

"I don't know," a very prickish voice said, "What was that all about?"

"Holy fudge…" I muttered, realizing that the prish voice belonged to none other than- "Percival, just shut up!"

"Where were you two?" he asked, getting up out of the arm chair he was sitting in and walking over to us.

It would've looked like a scene out of Ange's favorite movie she made me sit through, The Godfather, except Percy was no bald Italian guy that ran the mafia. He was just a prick.

"Going over some plays," Oliver said, without missing a beat.

At least it was believable….

"At midnight?" Percy asked, cocking an eyebrow behind his horn rimmed glasses.

I am going to snap those things in half some day….

"Look," I snapped, "You didn't see us doing anything wrong, so just go shine your Headboy Badge some more, alright?"

Percy looked down at his badge for a second and in that second me and Oliver walked over to the adjacent stairs.

"I'll give you your present tomorrow," Oliver whispered in my ear as he gave me a hug and before he kissed me.

"Deal."

"Night Sleeping Beauty."

I hate Percy. I ant to hex him until he has pigs flying out of his nose and huge elephant ears and a rat's tail just for kicks. And it will happen.

…eventually…

Now only if Finny would stop nibbling on my ear. That would be bliss.

Ok, I am soooooooo ubberly sorry I haven't updated earlier. you see i made this club volleyball team and we just had this FOUR DAY tourney in ghetto south philly( no offensse if you live there but this old guy on a bike yelled across the street to me and my whole team) and we have practice two days a week (7-10 pm) and i have riding and art club on wednesday. not to mention all the homework and testsmy teachers decided to bash me with. not to fear because i have three days off this week (YAY!) but i won't be around for one of them (sorry!) so i'll get a bunch of suff done!

But you'll be proud to know that I did some 'author searching' for the past two days if you want to call re-reading-every-single-chapter-and-all-the-reviews-for-each-of-them author searching.And gasp! I just figured out I can reply to reviews! And yes I will!

who ever saidI should change the rating,I thinkI might move it up to T. so all in favor say 'aye' and all who oppose say 'nay'.

And who said my chaps were shrinking! this one's TEN pages!