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Damn…now I don't have anything to say here…hmmm…guess you guys don't have any rambling to listen too. Quite a shame actually.

sigh well, I guess I'll start…with no rambling.

BUT I LIKE TO RAMBLE!

May 1st, Saturday, 5:04 and officially 20 days from the final.

"So I think it's safe to say that Oliver is completely OFF HIS ROCKER!"I was talking to my team mates, flying high above the stands of the pitch and on the other side so we were no where near close to where Oliver was talking 'strategy' to Harry. And oh yeah, I kinda screamed the last bit so Oliver might've been able to hear it.

"Just a little," Fred agreed.

"There is a slight possibility," 'Lic joined in, "I think running us into the ground since 7 this morning qualifies."

"What time is it anyway?" Ange asked, nursing a bruise on her forearm cause by the bludger George had sent her way earlier.

"Almost 11."

"10:50"

"NO! 10:55!"

"So almost 11, either way?" I asked, watching my friends go at it over the time and checking my own watch, 10:54.

We have got to get those things synchronized…

"Yes," they all answered.

"So that means like…" George said, attempting to do the math in his head but had to resort to his fingers, attempting to calculate the amount of hours we were out there.

Hey! Nobody can think during Oliver's practices. Actually, according to him we're only allowed to think of a small amount of things. Those things being: Quaffle, broom, Quidditch, Pass, throw, score, hit, Quidditch, Quidditch Cup, bludger, snitch, broom, Quidditch, beater bat, pitch, rings, Quidditch, win and let's not forget win Quidditch Cup. Do you see the track out train of thought is allowed on?

"…like…three, no-" George, still attempting to think off our allowed train of thought.

"Four hours," 'Lic answered for him, and then, she jumped on me. Well, not physically, we were like fifty feet off the ground, "You have got to do something about that captain of yours!"

"My captain?" I asked, "He's all of our captain," I pointed out.

"Yeah," Fred agreed, "Be we're not the one kissing him."

I sighed, sparing a glance over to where Oliver was still bearing down on Harry. "Ok, ok, I'll yell at him," I smiled crookedly, "Five hours of-"

"QUIDDITCH!"

"-is too much," I said to them.

"QUIDDITCH PRACTICE!"

You know…I think I know that Scottish accent from somewhere.

"QUIDDITCH PRACTICE! WE HAVE THIS TO WIN THE QUIDDITCH CUP!"

Very, very familiar….why can't I place where I've heard it before?….

"KATHERINE ANN BELL!"

I sighed as Oliver flew right behind me.

"Alright, alright," I said, turning around, "What drill?"

"WHAT DRILL? WHAT DRILL! THE SAMEONE WE'VE BEEN DOING FOR AGES!"

"…we've been listening to you talk to Harry for ages," I pointed out, "If you're going to run us into the ground atleast give us something to keep us occupied."

And with that we all flew down into the pitch leaving Oliver with his mouth gaping open.

"So much for yelling at him…"

"Shut up Fred."

"I don't understand," Oliver said half an hour later, attempting not to yell, "Why YOU CAN'T GET THIS PLAY!"

I looked over to 'Lic whose face basically said kill-him and then over to Ange's which also said kill-him-now-damn-it. Ohhhhh the choices.

I sighed, "MAYBE THAT'S BECAUSE WE'VE BEEN AT IT FOR TWO HOURS WITHOUT ONE DAMN SIP OF WATER!"

"SO?"

"SO WE NEED TO DRINK OLIVER!"

"Is anybody else really thirsty?" George asked, coming over and whipping his brow.

"FINE!" Oliver said, "Go get some water…."

"YES!" all my friends screamed, almost crying at the belief that Oliver gave in, punching the air and then sped to the stand where we had left all our water.

"Sweet H2O!" Fred said, dumping the water in his bottle in his mouth. Which basically means that half of it spilled down his front.

"I'm still surprised he gave us a break," Ange said, drinking her water and sitting on the third bench up.

"Tell me about it," 'Lic said from the bench below her.

"Who cares," George said, sitting next to 'Lic, not nearly as much water down his front as Fred. "I thought I was going to faint," 'Lic elbowed him playfully as he put on a girly voice. "And Kates, you're going to have to breathe sooner or later."

I laughed, spraying all the water in my mouth out. I had been chugging down my water for the last minute straight and surprisingly there was still some left.

"So when do you think you could end practice?" Fred asked as I sat down next to him.

I laughed. "Ok, drinks and breaks I can do, but ending early is a stretch."

"Please?"

"It'll never go over."

"Pretty please?"

"Not even with sugar-"

"-How about a-"

"-or a cherry on top."

Fred turned to his twin, "She knows us too well."

"What do you mean 'us'?" George asked. Apparently he thought he was more complicated than his twin. Nope, not true.

"We're twins," Fred pointed out.

"True," George agreed.

"Please, Kates?" they both begged…with puppy eyes.

I turned to Harry, "Please tell them it'll never go over?"

"It'll never go over," he said to the twins and I, as all 'big sisters' do, gave him a nuggie.

"Oliver, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssseeeeeeeeeee?" we all begged as he came over to get his own water.

"What now?" Oliver asked, looking at us unsure.

Yes, that's right, six some-what-dignified Quidditch players had been reduced to groveling (Fred and George were holding onto the hem of his scarlet robes, begging for mercy).

"Alright, alright," Oliver sighed smiling. "Get off all your scarlet robes and padding-"

We all jumped up off the floor laughing and smiling.

"-Because you're going to do some running."

It was safe to say there were no more smiles.

"So…how...many...more...laps?" 'Lic asked from next to me as we ran around the pitch.

"Two more," Oliver said, flying next to us.

"When you graduate…." I panted, "I'm going to be…a keeper….then I don't have to…run!"

Oliver just laughed.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" we all screamed.

He just kept laughing.

"Ok," Fred said-panted-whispered, "On the count of…three…we'll jump him."

We all nodded our heads as we trudged along.

"…one…two…three!"

And with an amazing amount of effort we jumped him and if anybody had the idea of looking at the pitch, they would've seen one very big heap of Griffindor, laughing.

"It wasn't even that funny," Oliver mumbled 45 minutes later. By then we were all sitting under the big oak tree by the lake.

For the record, it's a really nice day. You know one of those spring days where it's nice enough just to wear a pair of jeans and a light sweater? Yeah, one of those days. Absolutely bliss after three freaking months of winter and a total of 5 months of freezing cold.

Oh, did I mention we all decided to wear the sweaters Mrs. Weasley gave us? Well, we were. Yes, we're officially a cult.

"Oliver," I groaned, "It was funny."

"How?"

"Our captain got dog-piled, it was funny!"

Oliver sighed, sitting next to me with his back resting on the trunk of the tree.

I looked over to where Fred and Angelina were playing with a deck of cards (the king and the queens kept fight with each other: "no! hearts are better!" "Nonsense! DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER!") Alicia was reading a book and George was asleep with his head resting on her shoulder.

I looked back over to my right at Oliver who was apparently starring at the clouds in the sky. Did I mention that his hair got longer? It's been like that the whole year, don't know why I didn't mention it before. It wasn't as cut close to his head as it had been the past few years but it wasn't long like the twins were attempting to grow their hair. Now it's more like Cedric's length but with more wave and less 'poof'. And yes, I wanted to play with it.

"Lemme guess," I said, playing with that lock of hair that stuck up straight in the back of his head, "You see the Quidditch cup."

"Maybe," he chuckled, "Maybe I see the whole game up there."

I followed his gaze to the clump of clouds above us, "I think you've lost it.

Oliver laughed as I slid down so I was half-way-laying-down-but-I-could-still-lean-on-him.

"You should talk," he said, putting his left arm around me "You're the one who can see the whole pitch in the library table."

"We're not supposed to talk about that," I said, tracing the three embroidered hoops on his sweater with my finger.

Oliver chuckled and started rubbing my back and then I drifted off. Hey! If you were run into the ground fro almost five hours and then find this really comfy spot and then your back starts getting rubbed you would fall asleep too.

"Kat? Kat, wake up."

Somebody was gently nudging me.

"Kat, c'mon, let's go."

"Mmmmmmm…"

"Kat."

"…sto-op it….."

The gentle nudges started to become not-so-gentle-nudges.

"Please Kat? It's almost lunch and I'm sure your just as hungry as me."

"No…" my stomach kind of blew my cover when it gave out a loud growl.

"Don't make me carry you."

"You'll never be able to move me," I murmured, my eyes still closed and nestling into him more. "Did you know you're so comfy?"

He chuckled, "No."

"Well know you do," he is reeeeeeeaaaaaaally comfy for future references.

"She's still not up?" I heard Ange ask and Oliver sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "I'll get her up."

"Angelina it's alright, rea-"

"KATIE BELL!" she screamed in my ear and my eyes shot open, "WE'RE STARVING SO WAKE UP SO WE CAN GO TO THE KITCHENS!"

I sat up, "Did you say something, Ange?"

She laughed as she grabbed my hand and dragged me back up to the castle with everyone else.

May 2, Sunday, um………no idea what the time is, but I know it's right after dinner.

"What'cha working on?" George asked me in a sing song voice after lunch.

"That potions essay that's due tomorrow-"

"-we have an essay!"

"Yup," I nodded my head, not looking up from my obviously-a-piece-of-crap-1-foot-essay-that-was-supposed-to-be-two. "Time to resort to big handwriting…"

I was sitting on the couch of the common room in an emerald green tee and dirt-wash jeans and George was leaning on the back behind me.

"Where's Oliver," 'Lic said, coming down from the girls dorm in the back of the common room.

"What do you want with my boyfriend?" I turned around and kidded "You're not trying to steal him from me, are you?"

"No," 'Lic laughed, sitting next to me, "I think I forgot my jacket in the locker room and he's got the keys."

"I'll get," I laughed, closing my books and putting away my essay. "he's probably at the pitch and I need to find him anyway." so I ran up to my dorm, grabbed my shoes and a corduroy jacket to put over my green tee shirt.

"Why do you need to find him?" 'Lic asked as I tied my shoe laces.

"No reason," I said, hoping up and down on one foot and trying to tie the other, "I haven't seen him all day," at this I almost fell over but George steadied me as I started to tie my other shoe, "knowing him, he's down there anyway."

"Probably," George laughed.

"Oh wait," I said, checking the pockets of my jacket, "I forgot something."

"What?" they asked at the same time.

But I had already sprinted back up the stairs.

"Where is it?" I asked Finny as I searched threw my draws. "Finny, if you ate it or burned it to a crisp, I'll kill you."

Finny, who was curled up on my pillow, blew out a puff of smoke in shock that I could think something so terribly about him.

"Oh wait! I know where it is" I said, snapping my fingers, suddenly remembering I never took Oliver's gift out of Ange's jacket, "Now if I could find Ange's denim jacket…" Finny just kept staring at me as I rummaged about. "well, are you going to help me or not?"

Finny sent out another puff of smoke before flying off the bed and the underneath it. Two seconds later he pulled out the sleeve of Ange's jacket.

"Thanks Fin'," I said, giving him a hug before placing him back on my pillow where he fell asleep. Then I went into the inside pocket and pulled out the white envelope with Oliver's name on the front. "You're the best!" I called as I ran down the stairs.

"Did you find whatever it is?" 'Lic asked, George having taken my spot next to her on the couch.

"Yup," I said, running towards the portrait hole, "Don't do anything Angelina would!" I laughed as I swung the Fat Lady open, knocking one of the trolls in the head and running away before their peanut sized brains registered what happened.

After running down the pitch, looking in the captain's office for Oliver (who wasn't there) and looking in the locker room for 'Lic's jacket (that wasn't there) I grabbed my broom and went out into the pitch and found Oliver (who WAS there).

He was practicing. Yes, that's right, after four hours of practice yesterday, he was still practicing. He was wearing that long sleeve shirt I got him from Christmas (you know the one, it's navy blue and it says 'captain' on the front and 'aka the spawn of Satan' on the back in white writing), and a pair of black warm up/wind breaker pants and he had charmed a quaffle to keep taking shots on him. And the brilliant keeper that he is, none got through.

So I took off on my broom, flew behind him and gave him a bear hug.

"Kat, that better be you," Oliver laughed, "Because if it's one of the twins, they're dead."

"No," I laughed, letting him go, "it's me."

The he turned around and gave me a hug.

"Why are you practicing?" I asked once we pulled apart.

"Because the final is in less than twenty days," he pointed out.

"Ah," I said sarcastically, "How could I have forgotten?"

We had somehow made our way to the ground.

"That's not funny," he smiled.

"Yes it is," I laughed, laying down on the fresh grass, looking up at the sky. "I still don't see any Quidditch game though."

Oliver chuckled before laying down so his head was next to mine but his feet were opposite of mine. Do you know what I mean? I hope so because that's the only way I can describe it.

"It's over there," he said, pointing to a cluster of clouds.

"Nope," I said, shaking me head, "Still don't see it." I turned over, resting on my elbows so my head was directly on top of his and my forearms were on either side of his head. "but do you know what I see?"

"What?" Oliver smiled.

"You're belated anniversary gift!" I laughed, sitting up and pulling the envelope out of my pocket.

"That's not fair," he said, sitting up so he was facing me, "I don't have yours with me."

I waved it off with my hand, "who cares?" I handed him the envelope, "Open it already, ok? There was a card with it but Finny got a little hungry," I added as he took the envelope.

"It's alright," Oliver said, ripping open the envelope, "I don't-……"

The look on his face was priceless! I told you it was the greatest gift of all mankind…for Oliver at least.

"Are these real?" Oliver asked, taking out the two blue and gold Puddlemere game tickets.

"Of course they're real!" I said exasperatedly, "Why would I give you fake tickets? But mind you they count for next month's gift too because the game's in June and-"

Next thing I know Oliver has his hands (one still with the tickets in them) on the sides of my shoulders and is kissing me. Yeah, what ever happened to that slow-mo machine I ordered ages ago? I hope Oliver got me that so I can use it later on. Now THAT is a useful gift!

"So it's safe to say you like it," I concluded afterwards.

"Are you KIDDING ME?" he beamed "It's the best gift anyone has EVER GOT ME!"

"Really?" I asked. I expected he would like it, I mean, I cleared out a good portion of saved-up-summer-job-money-for-the-past-two-years, but the best gift EVER?

Wait, I predicted this, didn't I? Yes, yes I did. Ahh, Trelawney would be so proud if I gave a damn about what that old bat thought.

"Yes!" Oliver said, grabbing his broom and getting up, offering me a hand. "It beats my gift by millions!"

"I'm sure it doesn't," I laughed, so happy that he REALLY loved it, and taking his offered hand, luckily not forgetting my broom. "They're not even that good of seats-"

"They're BOX SEATS!"

"WHAT!"

"You didn't know?" Oliver asked surprised as we climbed the grand staircase, our brooms over our shoulders.

"No," I smiled, looking at the seats. What do you know, they were box seats. "My Uncle asked if I wanted seats to a Puddlemere game sometime-he works in the Department of Magical Sports up at the Ministry. He asked me at the ball thing and I said yes. He told me to send him a certain amount of money, I did, and Nimbus brought me these two weeks back." I handed the tickets back over, "I just figured they weren't that great because they weren't THAT much."

"How much were they Kat?"

Oh god. I knew he was going to go into that I-cant-let-you-waste-that-much-money-on-me mode.

"Apparently a lot more than I paid for," I laughed, waiting for the staircase to change.

"How much did you pay for them?"

"Who knew my Uncle could pull that many strings?" I said, changing the subject.

"Kat?"

"I have just tapped into an undying source of Quidditch tickets."

"Kat."

"Let's just take a moment to enjoy this fact."

"KAT!"

"No!" I said suddenly, standing on my tippy toes and poking him in the chest "I am NOT going to tell you because it's a GIFT from me to you. And besides, it counts for next month too."

Oliver smiled warmly before giving me a gentle kiss, "Thanks Kat."

"That's why I'm here," I sighed, smiling.

"So how are we going to get there?" Oliver asked as we made it to the seventh floor. "the date says it's the first week of June."

"Get this," I said as we approached the Fat Lady, "-Witherwings-" the portrait swung open and we climbed through,"-all we have to do, is sneak into Hogsmeade, walk a block and then-…I thought I told you not to do anything Angelina would do!"

Alicia and George jumped like five feet apart. Actually, George almost fell off the couch which I think is pretty hard because two seconds ago 'Lic was practically-well-WAS on him.

"What?" 'Lic asked.

" 'What'," I mocked her, smiling slyly.

"C'mon," Oliver said, grabbing my hand, "let's get your present," and he pulled me up the boys dorm.

"DON'T DO ANYTHING ANGELINA WOULD DO!"

She's never going to let me live that down….

"Wait," I said, right before Oliver opened the dorm to his room "I know Percy's in there."

Oliver chuckled, "And?"

"Mr. Headboy-Percy," I pointed out, one eyebrow cocked " And don't you dare lose those things or let Fredricka get to them," I added, motioning to the tickets still in his hand that was holding his broom.

"Good point and I'll lock them in my trunk far away from Fredricka." he thought for a second.

"Where's the key?" it's not that I don't trust him, it's just that I spent a bundle on those things and I would scream if they disappeared.

"With the pitch keys," he said reassuringly. "And the trunks fire and water proof so don't worry."

"Ok," I smiled, he would never lose those on his life. "But Percy is still in there."

Oliver chuckled, "Just ignore him." and he opened the door before I could say anything else, "Hey Perc." Oliver smirked at me and I threw him a half-serious look.

"Oh, hi," Percy said from his four poster bed without looking up from the book he was reading.

Oliver walked over to his trunk, and discreetly put the tickets in an old sock and pulled a few clothes out, then locked it. I was standing in the middle of the room by then, ignoring Percy. Oliver walked over to me, and gave me a peck on my cheek, "I'm just gonna get changed," he smiled, "make your self at home."

"I don't need to know that Oliver," Percy said.

Jeez, he's even more oblivious than Oliver and sarcasm. Though Oliver is getting better, very proud of him.

I would've laughed if I really wanted to talk to Percy, which I of course didn't. so I sat down on what was obviously Oliver's bed. Who else would have Quidditch posters completely surrounding them while they slept. Lucky for him there wasn't anybody from the Holy Head Harpies-all women's team.

God I'm getting possessive…

But c'mon! let's say hypothetically you were a girl who had a boyfriend, a really great boyfriend like Oliver, you would NOT want moving posters of girls watching him while he sleeps! I think it makes sense.

I was pondering this thought when Oliver came out of the adjoining bathroom wearing a pair of jeans, a white tee shirt, a pair of sneakers, and a blue jacket with gold trim and what I knew to be Puddlemere's insignia on the back.

"So what did Puddlemere ever do to you, Kat?"

"Huh?" snapping out of my trance.

"Why were you frowning?"

"I wasn't frowning!" I protested smiling.

"You were biting you lip."

I opened my mouth to say something else but Percy just figured out there was a third person in the room.

"Ple-ease be quiet, Katherine," he said from behind his book. It took a few seconds for him to register what he just said. "Katherine! What are you doing in here?"

"Err…do you want the long version or the short version?" I asked in fake peppiness.

"There are different versions?" Oliver whispered in my ear and I elbowed him, my fake smile still plastered to my face.

"I don't think I want to know either," he said, looking at me confused with a mix of what could be disturbed. "Just…just get out," he said, waving me off like he was the queen of England…well he is a girl…

"Fair enough," and I dragged Oliver back down the stairs.

"There you are!" Ange and I exclaimed the second we saw each other. Yes, we have confirmed sighting of the rare Angelina Leanne Johnson. "Where have you been?"

"Ok," I said, "we've got to stop talking at the same time."

"Yeah," Fred agreed from next to her.

"It sounds like a freaky twin thing," Fred and George said at the same time.

Fred looked at George who was sitting on the couch.

"Stop it!" they shouted. "No, YOU stop it!… I said STOP! …This is NOT cool!"

"Let's get something to eat," 'Lic and Ange said…at the same time.

"Sounds good," me and Oliver said…AT THE SAME TIME!

"STOP IT!" we ALL SHOUTED AT THE SAME TIME!

"That's it!" I said, throwing my hands in the air (and yet no one slapped me) and walked to the portrait hole, "I'm going to get dinner before this gets any creepier."

"Ok," all my friends said, following me and I walked out the portrait hole before anybody else said anything the same time anybody else did.

It was freaky…

Ok, I didn't exactly know how to end this. So…there you go. Don't worry, Katie'll get her present to beginning of the next chapter and there will be people getting hexed in the halls. It's eight pages long so no more complaints! And speaking of complaints…

To those who review constantly for each chapter (you know who you are) I love you. And you know that. But today I was rummaging through my stats page. And guess what? There are 66 people that have this story on alert and 63 on favorites lists. Now normally I get 13-15 reviews per chapter (not complaining by any means to my regulars).

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I think now would be a good time to start. Better late than never.

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