Jeez I love you all! I just have to clear a few things up:

#1) you all seemed to think that the last chapter was THE LAST chapter. Which it obviously wasn't because I am writing this. I promise I will give you a heads up when the end is coming up-which will be the day Oliver graduates which is a decently long time, so no worries.

#2) jeez, I write one little scene and half of you go all haywire on me. Guys, this is rated TEEN not MATURE. Now say it with me: TEEN. And I can barely keep up with the current rating with my rare and mild cursing. So get your minds out of the gutters you silly, silly, reviewers.

May 21, Sunday, noon

Well, all seven of us are in the most euphoriatic state ever visited by man kind. We have absolutely no idea what to do with ourselves but write letters to every household in our families telling them in excruciating detail how we won. Honestly, that's all we've been doing: lazing around under the oak tree by the lake, writing letters and basking the in the glory that our back breaking work finally paid off to. And not to mention that we keep repeating what happened, over, and over, and over and over again. In our heads, I think the game is still going on.

May 22, Monday, Transfiguration

Ok. So you know the deal. Yup, after FOUR of back breaking work, we have finally won the Quidditch Cup. And no, the euphoria probably will not wear off for a good month. And do you know what else? The seven of us, are considered in every room through out the castle…well, with the exception of the Slytherin common room I suppose. But that's such an unimportant spot on in the castle so I really don't give a damn.

"Hey, Katie? You got a quill I could borrow? I've got a charms test."

"Er, yeah, just gimme a second-Jeez Ol'!" I laughed the last bit. within the two seconds I had taken to stop in the hall during the class switch between Charms and transfiguration to lend Roger Davies a quill, Oliver had ambushed me.

I was just minding my business, rummaging through my bag, trying to find a quill when Oliver came from behind me, quite out of no where, wrapping his arms around my waist and nestling his mouth and nose into my right collar bone from behind.

"Hey Wood."

"How you doing these days, Roger?"

"Eh, got a charms test. How 'bout you?"

"No complaints."

"Here you go, Roger," I said, giving him one of my better (aka, longer) quills as he laughed.

"Thanks, Bell," he said thankfully, "And congratulations again!" he called over his shoulder as he walked towards his class.

Now if only I could get to mine on time. That would be a plus.

But since we are talking about me here and my normal day luck ran out years ago, the bell rang and the few students left in the hall sprinted to their classes. Except me.

"Oliver? Oliver, you know I have McGonagall now."

"And?" he murmured into my collar bone, still holding me close to him.

"Aaand it's McGonagall."

"So cut."

"It's McGonagall and I know you have DADA."

"What's your point?"

I sighed half-heartedly, "Oliver…"

Not that I didn't enjoy him holding me so my back was flush up against him or that he was planting kisses on the base of neck but we are talking about McGonagall here! I know he's never been happier and that he would stare at the cup that officially has his name along with ours on it for ages but c'mon Oliver. We're talking about McGonagall here! She's the freaking headmistress!

"Oliver….I really have to get to class…"

"Do you have to?"

He was swaying side to side slightly.

Damn him.

"Yeeees."

Damn classes.

"Please don't."

Damn him.

"But it's transfig."

Damn classes.

"But you're good in that class."

Damn him.

"What's your point?"

Damn class.

"You don't need to go."

OH DAMN HIM!

I slumped a bit, "Oliver, I can't cut. And now I'm really late." somehow I managed to squirm out of his arms. That took a lot of will power.

Oliver moaned as I gave him an apologetic smile.

I almost forgot how good he made the school uniform look. He was just wearing the Dockers, buttoned shirt and gray vest with his tie loosened and his hair was messy as always. And he was giving me those big brown eyes with his shoulders dropped, an attempt to make me stay.

"Oh, c'mon," I said, giving him a hug and wrapping my arms around his neck. "You're going to see me at lunch."

"But I'm going to miss you," he said, mocking a little kids voice on they're first day of kindergarten, snaking his arms around my waist.

"Jeez Ol', it's only like three periods," I laughed.

"But you could-"

"-I'm not cutting," I said firmly, giving him a kiss. "Now I really have to get to class," I added once we broke apart.

"Alright," he sighed exasperatedly. "I guess I'll try and survive for three more periods Kat-less."

"I'm sure you'll be fine," I laughed, heading towards my certain doom.

"Miss Bell, how nice of you to show up," McGonagall said as I slinked in and sat next to 'Lic.

"I'm sorry, Professor," I gave her an apologetic smile as I took out my books.
Funny though, I didn't get detention or points deducted. Oh wait, that's right, I'm a god. That's what I though. Oh snap!

Ok, I admit it. I have been owling back and forth to my cousin Joe (you remember him, at the ball, remember? Long curly brown hair and brown eyes) who goes to that Italian wizarding school (the one my grandma wanted me to go to) for a week or so and apparently he's taken a liking to American slang. Honestly though, every letter I get from him starts with 'waaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzuuuuuuup gurl-cuz?'. I love him and all but there is a limit Joe.

After dinner

"Jesus, Joe!" I laughed after classes as I read Joe's most recent letter.I was sitting on the couch in the common room wearing a pair of jeans, one of the Quidditch warm up tee's and barefoot. Oh, and for a change I had my hair in pigtail braids and I was wearing a scarlet Griffindor cap that had a gold lion on it (obviously). I have no idea what urged me to wear pigtail braids and a baseball hat because normally I look terrible in both but it seemed to work with my random spur of Griffindor pride.

And Joe's letter, was hysterical.

To the only member in our oversized family who can understand my school troubles: Katherine Ann Bell,

You sometimes I think you are the only one who ever understands me, gurl-cuz.

Try to tell something to mom: 'just do your homework-and you BETTER get good grades! Your OWLS were NOT up to par last year!'. And you know how her voice gets all whiny and high pitched.

try and tell something to dad: 'I'm suuuuuure you'll be fiiiiiiine…just do what your mother says.' Thanks for that Fatherly wise advice, pops.

Lance: 'Joe, you should know by now that if it's not Quidditch…I have no clue.' what a great older cuz, lemme tell you that.

No offense, but how come Lance is such a dud? He's your brother, do something about it!

but I guess I should tell you the real reason for pestering the whole of our family with letters and owls: there is this one whack witch who will not leave me alone for the life of me.

Everything was freaking fine. We were friends. We hung out after my Quidditch practice. She explained transfig. to me. We laughed with the rest of our friends. Next thing I know it's 'Joe this' and 'Joe that' and 'Joe! Come over here!' I've tried shaking her off. I've tried hiding. I've tried being really annoying-which is not TOO hard for me. But she keeps following me!

Katie: I need your help!

Oh, and the random American slang phrase of the letter: sup home fry?

King of 'god help me get rid of Camellia!' and your fav boi-cuz,

Joseph Ricardo Rizzatti

Aka: Joe

I don't know why, but I found this particularly funny. Poor Joe, he's finally getting some unwanted attention from the Italian witches and he has no idea what to do with himself. He's probably pulling out his curly hair. Not that he hasn't had girlfriends or something-he has. But they've always been nice and cot clingy or anything, but this one is obviously getting on his nerves. It's actually quite fun to watch (read) Joe lose it.

"What's so funny?" Oliver asked, sitting down so he was behind me and holding me close to him so my back was flush against his chest again.

"Joe," I said through light laughs, letting him read the letter Joe sent me.

"Joe your cousin-oh wait, your 'boi-cuz'?" he asked, repeating what Joe had wrote.

"The one and only," I laughed.

"…American slang?" he chuckled, reading over the letter.

"Yeah," I continued to laugh lightly, leaning back against him more, "Go figure."

"Hey, Captain," Fred and George said as they bounded in.

"Ooooooooh waaaaaaaaaait," Fred said, obviously realizing something, "He can't boss us around anymore-"

"-which means 'captain rights' just flew out the window," George said triumphantly.

"Sooooooooo," Fred said, innocently, "Ollie, how's things?"

"Ollie?" Oliver asked. "you two haven't called me that for-"

"-Two years," they chorused. "we know."

"But we figured we better get some mileage out of it," Fred started.

"Seeing as your leaving at the end of the year," his twin finished.

Ouch. That hit home. Nice to remind me guys, very nice. Everything was hunky-dory until they came in and practically shouted the G word. And the whole castle knows that that word is just as touchy to me as 'OWLS' is.

I sighed as the two of them bounded to their dorms.

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked concerned.

"Nothing," I said, not sounding convincing at all as I shook my head.

"Ka-at."

"Woodsie-kinns?"

"Where are all these nicknames coming from?" he asked exasperatedly, flopping down so that he was laying down.

"Quidditch seasons past?" I supplied, moving around so that I was laying on top of him.

"Must be," he chuckled with a sigh, putting his hands on my waist.

"What's wrong?" I asked, cocking my head to the sigh.

"Nothing," he sighed again.

"Ok, something is definitely wrong," I concluded.

"What makes you think that?" he asked with his brow furrowed.

"You just sighed twice in 10 seconds," I stated quite bluntly, "Something is wrong."

"It's just that, that," he searched for words. "the only way I'll be able to talk to you next year is the same way your cousin is now."

"What do you-? Oooohhhhhhhh," I said, finally understanding. "It's not so bad- as long as I get one everyday of my school life I think I'll be able to manage," I smiled, "And see you every weekend at Hogsmeade." he looked at me critically at my demands and I poked him in the chest once or twice, "Hey, you choose this relationship too, buddy."

He laughed at this, and I have no idea why.

"I know," his laugh dying down, "And I wouldn't trade it for any other."

I smile as he pulled me down to him and kissed me.

"How many times do we have to tell them that there are first years running around?"

"More than your current record," I smiled cheekily, looking up at Ange and 'Lic as me and Oliver sat up. "And they're upstairs before you ask," it was true, both of them had their mouths open, about to talk. But they closed them and smiled before going to find Fred and George.

Yes, I can read my friends like a book just as easily as they can read me.

Oh snap.

Take that.

Booyah.

Joe has really got to stop telling me more American slang.

May 23, Tuesday, 7:30 pm

How the twins managed to survive school this far I will never know.

"Where have to two been?" Oliver asked as the twins came into the common room after not showing up for dinner.

"Oh, we had detention," Fred said smiling.

"You see," George said with an identical smile, "Without your constant threats, we have more leeway with our lives."

"What do you mean by that?" 'Lic asked from the couch, looking up from her book.

Me, Oliver, 'Lic and Ange were all sitting around in the common room when the twins bounded in. Oliver was sitting in one of the arm chairs as I leaned against his legs from the floor as I tried to beat Ange, who was sitting at one end of the coffee table, at a game of chess and 'Lic was sitting on the couch reading a book.

"It's your turn Katie-Yeeeeeeaaaaah," Ange agreed, looking up from our game "What do you mean by that?"

"Ladies, ladies," Fred said in his oh-so-smooth-voice-that-he-hopes-will-calm-down-Ange, "What we meant is that we no longer have to live in fear of getting detention."

"Since when have you two been worried about detention?" I asked, staring pretty much blankly at the chess board in front of me as the pieces shouted directions at me.

"Just move the damn rook!" my black king shouted at me.

"Well it's aaaaaaall about you, isn't it?" the rook challenged.

"Well we do lose with me gone!"

"We're going to lose anyway with this numskull giving out directions!"

"I think we should listen to the fair maiden," one of the knights offered.

"OH STOP BEING A GOODY-TWO SHOES!"

"Will the lot of you be quiet?" I said in an angry hushed whisper to my pieces.

"What we mean, Kates dearest," Fred continued, "Is that we no longer have to live in fear of the aftermath of detention."

"Or rather," George picked up, "Oliver's rage when he finds out we are going to have to miss practice."

"So where is this all going?" Oliver asked, trying to hide a smile.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it leads us up to why we got detention," Fred said.

"And it's is funny," George said.

"So we decided-"

"-to share it-"

"-with everyone!"

"WILL ALL MEMBERS OF THE GREATEST QUIDDITCH TEAM IN THE SCHOOL IN CENTURIES PLEASE ASSEMBLE NEAR THE COFFEE TABLE!" George bellowed, suddenly standing up on the coffee table, sending me and Ange's pieces flying.

"But we're all here," 'Lic said, obviously confused by her boyfriends actions.

"Harry isn't," George said matter-of-factly.

"HARRY!" Fred shouted, now standing next to his brother on the coffee table. "DON'T THINK WE DON'T SEE YOU HIDING IN THAT CORNER OVER THERE!"

"YOU CAN'T HIDE BEHIND HERMIONE'S HAIR FOREVER!"

"What's going on?" Harry asked as he sat down on the couch next to 'Lic.

"We have something we would like to share," Fred said proudly.

"What is this?" Harry asked, "Show and tell?"

The twins looked proudly at him with his witty comeback.

"Basically," they chorused.

"Now," George said, "The whole reason we got in detention is because we were writing something very funny up-"

"-very funny," Fred agreed.

"-and we decided to share it with our dear friends-"

"-friends of at least five years-"

"-because we know you will enjoy it very much-"

"-obviously, we did it!"

George looked at his twin, "Do you mind?" Fred pretended to look hurt and George sighed before going on, "what we were writing in McGonagall's class before we got detention was profiles for all of us."

"What do you mean?" Ange asked.

"Here, we'll show you, we'll do yours first," Fred said, pulling out a piece of parchment, "I'm Angelina Sarah Johnson, Griffindor chaser," He read, "You can try and wake me up in the morning but don't be surprised if you get a bloody nose or if I'm not really up after all. I'm famous for giving out shirts with snappy sayings mainly because I'm in awe of such master-minded genius. Which maybe why you can almost always find me in a broom closet with a certain dashingly-red headed Weasley twin…"

We all cracked up hysterically due to the truthfulness of it all.

"What's mine?" 'Lic asked through laughs, "Read mine!"

"I'm Alicia Marie Spinnet, Griffindor chaser," Fred read off a different piece of parchment, "I may look all innocent with my big dark eyes but don't think I have a collection of my choice words. I think that anyone who has ever been in the pitch at FUCKING 3 IN THE DAMN MORNING with us knows what I mean. but I do love moonlight walks on the beach with a candle lit dinner…"

"Harry's turn!" George said over our laughs, pulling out another profile, "Well, I'm Harry James Potter, Griffindor seeker. Sure, I may the the-boy-who-lived, but many know me as that-scrawny-seeker-guy-with-the-Firebolt. McGonagall probably doesn't know that I made Lee advertise my Firebolt aka my claim to fame, but what the hell. Right? And according to Hermione, someday I'm going to end up as a boring book on a dusty shelf. Sounds like a nice quiet life after Oliver's army-like training regimen."

"KATES TURN!" Fred bellowed, "I'm Katherine Ann Bell, Griffindor chaser, but god knows I have several nicknames such as Katie, Kates, Kat, BELL (!), and on special occasions Katie-kinns. I may be a damn good chaser, but mainly I'm known for two things. 1: biting me quills to a stump-people have told me I did this because I had built up anxiety of not being able to snog Oliver senseless for the past three years, but I still do it and now they say it's because he's not around to snog senseless. And 2: putting Oliver in the hospital wing (which I'm deathly afraid of) for a day with my superb beating skills-I pride myself of my Quidditch aptitude."

"Do Oliver!" Ange shrieked through her laughs as Oliver pulled me up off the floor and into his lap, "Do Oliver!"

"Oh yes," George said, pulling out a final piece of paper, "Our dearest captain. Would you like to do the honors, my dear twin?"

"Oh no," Fred said, "I think we should do it together."

"Fair enough, fair enough-"

"I'm Oliver Wood, Griffindor Quidditch team captain and keeper. I'm obsessed with winning, I'd donate my own mother to science if it meant I'd win the Quidditch cup. My insane desire to dominate the game bugs the hell out of the people around me and I have been called a Quidditch Nazi on several occasions by my 'loving' team, but hey! I want to see my name on that damn cup! Other than that, I'm pretty damn cool, yeah…" the twins chorused.

"So is that how we won?" Harry asked.

Oliver could only shake his head 'no' because he was laughing too hard to speak. "So what's yours?" he asked the twins.

" 'Ask my twin' ," they chorused.

10 pm

"Where do you two come up with that stuff?" 'Lic asked later."You know we can't tell you our sources," George said, slipping an arm around her waist on the couch.

We were sitting in the same spots as before and me and Ange had started a new game of chess.

"Why do I even bother with this game?" I sighed as Ange's rook took my bishop, leaning against Oliver's legs.

"Well maybe if you listened to us…" the knight snapped.

"Well what happened to 'fair maiden'?" I asked.

"That was before you made us lose our queen who was my devoted lover!"

I blinked a few times, "Number 1: Merlin knows that was the last thing I wanted to hear and number 2: don't make me sacrifice you!"

"Why you little-"

"Knight to F2!"

"-What! You are completely-"

I smirked at the pieces of my snappy knight as Ange's queen bashed it.

"Your turn again, Katie," Ange laughed at my previous fight with my knight.

I just stared at the chess board, biting my bottom lip. "I would like to use one of my life lines, Regis."

"Who's Regis?"

"Never mind," I said, shaking my head and thinking of that muggle show Joe had told me about that he had heard about from his friend who was muggle born.

"Move your bishop to C5," Oliver whispered in my ear. He had bent over to 'scratch his ankle'.

I looked at the chess board. "Bu-but then her queen'll take it…" I muttered. "Oh, alright, Bishop to C5."

Ok, to make a long story short, even though Ange let Oliver talk to me directly without having to 'scratch his ankle' we still lost. But we did get her queen.

"Damn it woman!" I laughed as I knocked over my king, admitting defeat and check mate, "why the hell are you so good at chess?"

I really cannot beat her at chess for the life of me! It's like me trying to get a good grade in potions!

Aka…physically impossible.

Ok, I would write more but I've got this volleyball tourney in Baltimore I have to get to today (Thursday) so I figured I would throw you guys a bone and give you this chap before I left! Hope ya' like!

And review the same way as last time!