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And I actually like this chap. Much better than the last in my opinion and it was a blast to write. Kinda sad in the beginning so go grad the Kleenex people. You'll only need a few because god knows I can't write sad stuff for too long and I can't write the whole angsty stuff.

Kz, I guess from here I'm continued last time…yeah…

May 26, Friday, 7pm

There is something seriously wrong with me. I, Katherine Ann Bell, have been crying into my pillow for practically an hour. I, do not cry. I don't cry when I get hurt, I do not cry when someone teases me, I do not cry when I have a test I didn't study for, I do not cry when Snape takes away 50 points, I do not cry when we lose a game, I do not cry when something is bothering me, I fix it. Except this time, I can't fix it. Not an excuse to cry, especially for me, but I have been crying for the past hour. I do not think I have ever cried so much.

The only other time I really cried this year was with the whole Flint fiasco, but then I literally had Oliver's shoulder to cry on. But this time I can't do this. He's getting recruited to Puddlemere. Not only is this the best thing that could ever happen to him, it was also a huge slap in the face for me.

So, there I was, crying, in my opinion, senselessly, into my pillow while Oliver and Marcy Grains were probably filling out papers in Dumbledore's office.

"Katie? Katie, what's wrong?" 'Lic asked, obviously concerned, sitting doen on the edge of my bed with Ange.

"You can tell us, Katie," Ange added, rubbing my back.

I think they were just as shocked as me to see me crying.

I sat up, rubbed the tears out of my eyes and gave them a pathetic excuse for a smile, "Nothing's wrong, I'm fine."

"Oh please, Katie," 'Lic said sternly, "We're not blind, deaf and dumb."

"How about just dumb?" I said, making an attempt at a joke which no doubt sounded absolutely horrible.

"No," Ange said as she and 'Lic sat on either side of me. "C'mon, what is it?"

"Oliver'sleavingrightafterhegraduates."

"How about a little louder and clearer?" 'Lic smiled.

"Oliver's leaving once he graduates," I sighed sadly. "I'm more than happy that he's getting recruited by his favorite team-he's wanted this longer than he's wanted that damn cup, just not as vocally-but he's still not going to be here next year OR the year after that. And I still am."

"Oh Katie," 'Lic said as she and Ange both gave me a hug, completely sandwiching me, "I can't even fathom not having George here-"

"-or Fred," Ange added and I laughed at they're snogging session that we were all present for.

"-So I'm not sure what to tell you," 'Lic finished. "But I'm glad to hear that you're not so wound up in yourself that you overlooked how happy Oliver is about this."

"Thanks guys," I sniffled, wiping my eyes of the last remaining tears as they pulled away, "You know you're really great, right?"

"We know," they chorused as they stood up and dragged me to my feet.

"Now go wash up and we'll go down to the kitchen and get some chocolate covered strawberries for a bit," 'Lic smiled.

"Ok," I said and laughed as Ange literally pushed me into the bathroom.

"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!" I sobbed 15 minutes later. I had made it to the kitchens, ate one chocolate covered strawberry and broke into tears again.

"Oh Katie…" 'Lic cooed.

"Why do I keep crying?" I sobbed, "Merlin knows I'm overwhelmingly happy for him so why am I crying so much?"

"Because you know how much you're going to miss him next year," Ange said softly, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I had my arms crossed over each other on the table top and I buried my head in them, "I hate being like this," I muttered.

"Katie," Ange said, "I know you're not one to cry, but everybody does eventually. You saw me when Jake Finn broke up with me."

"That was a lot of tears," 'Lic smiled.

"But that was over something bad," I moaned, "This is something good and I'm sitting here crying because he won't be here next year. I feel so-I dunno-selfish…"

"Shut up Katie."

I looked at 'Lic. The last time she told me to shut up was last year when I said I should probably cut back on the junk food so I lose a pound or two. A pound or two. You would've thought that I had decided to get liposuction or something.

When 'Lic just meet me with a hard stare Ange spoke up.

"Everybody has to look out for themselves first at some point, Katie," she wisely pointed out. "But a good majority of the time you watch out for us first."

"I'm not following," I said, blinking a few times.

"Remember when George and 'Lic were snogging in the locker room that one time and you and Oliver were still going at it?"

"Can't really forget about that…"

"And you jumped on his back so the love birds won't get caught?"

"Does this have a point?" 'Lic asked as I nodded.

"Well, he got even madder at her just so he wouldn't get mad at the both of you too."

'Lic gave a little laugh but I still wasn't convinced.

"So, that's one thing," I said. "What about the time I dragged you to the shrieking shack even though I know you're scared out of your mind about it?" 'Lic laughed harder.

"So that's one thing too," Ange said, waving it off. "What about that time you spent nearly two hours helping me fix my star chart which I had ruined to almost disrepair?"

"Or the time you lent me your only quill in potions when we had a tes and said that another failing mark wouldn't hurt your grade as it would hurt mine?" 'Li added.

"Or that whole week after I broke up with Jake, you were my personal look out?"

"Or when George had spilled orange juice all over my blouse and you lent me your robes for the day?"

"Or when you told Oliver off for us last year and he refused to talk to you for that whole month?"

"Or how you always make sure there's plenty of chocolate around incase one of us has a terrible day?"

"Or how you always volunteer to take a shower last?"

"So do you see?" 'Lic asked, placing an arm around my shoulders as I gave another sniffle. "You're allowed to be selfish at times."

"But those are such little things-quills and robes- this is huge!" I protested. "This is about Oliver, how he's been given the greatest opportunity of his life and how I'm still sitting here crying!"

"Sure those little favors may be little, but they mean a lot," Ange said firmly. "Imagine the trouble we would've had to go through if you didn't step up and help."

"And you're not upset that Oliver ahs been given a great gift but how you just want him to stay here with you," 'Lic added, "And I'm sure he would stay here if he could. He loves you, Katie."

I gave another sniffle at my own pathetic-ness. "Maybe you're right…"

"Of course she's right," Ange smiled, "she's at the freaking top of our class. Even Snape can't deny that. So just eat some more chocolate covered strawberries."

So I did what she basically ordered me too and willed myself not to think about how I always made Oliver chocolate covered strawberries when ever he got too worked up over a bad practice.

"Let's go find the twins and go down to the lake," Ange said once I had eaten a dozen of the beautiful things. "It'll be fun and we'll tell someone to tell Oliver we're down there."May 27, Saturday, noon

It was fun though, the rest of yesterday I mean. Fred and George played cards with us, that muggle one called B.S., the one where you have to lie. So basically I was losing like no other. But I still had a lot of laughs with them. Sure things wouldn't be the same next year but I knew my four friends wouldn't let me have a miserable life until we graduated. I would look out for them and they would do the same, just like always. And then there's always the weekends where we can catch up with Oliver in Hogsmeade and get a butter beer and visit the shrieking shack and whatever else we felt like.

"Guess who," some said as they placed their hands over my eyes right when I got a new pile of cards.

"Oliver," I said without missing a beat.

"Oliver who?"

"Oliver Wood."

"Be more specific."

"Oliver Alban Wood."

"Alban?" Fred muttered.

"A little more specific," Oliver said, his hands still over my eyes.

"Oliver Alban Wood, Griffindor seventh year, Quidditch captain-Nazi and obsessive."

"No, Oliver Alban Wood, Griffindor seventh year, Quidditch captain-Nazi and obsessive and the new reserve keeper for Puddlemere United!" he yelled, taking his hands off my eyes and giving me a back breaking hug from behind.

"Ol'!" I laughed, as everyone else sent him their own congratulatories, squirming around so I could give him a huge myself "That's great!"

"Isn't it?" he beamed as I gave him a peck on the lips.

Yes, unlike Ange and Fred I refuse to eat his face off…in front of them at least.

"Ok," Fred said, standing up, "Now it's absolutely mandatory that we go to Hogsmeade. Right now."

"Why are you still sitting there?" George said as he jumped up and started tugging on 'Lic's hand, "Let's go already!"

So we all made our way back into the castle, down through the statue and back up into the cellar of Honeydukes. By then it was 6:30 and we were all hungry for dinner and wandered over to the Three Broomsticks.

"Tell us exactly what happened," Ange demanded of Oliver once Rosmetta left after taking our orders.

So of course Oliver told us all about how Marcy Grains told him why they had chosen to take him on their reserve team. How she watched him play in the finals and even found the booking board for the pitch and saw the amount of practices we had, including the dawn practices. She saw the plays he came up with and how well we performed, no doubt from his supreme captain skills she had told him.

"She wanted me to go and practice next week," Oliver concluded as Rosmetta placed my Cheeseburger and fries in front of me, "But I told her I couldn't leave early."

"And get out of taking your NEWTS?" Fred confirmed.

"What's wrong with you?" George demanded.

"Which one of you two got the steak and potatoes?" Rosmetta asked the twins.

"That'd be me," Fred said, "A real man's meal, you know? George is the one who likes chicken."

"I should've known," Rosmetta laughed lightly, giving him his dinner.

"By the way, did you get a hair cut?" Fred asked, putting on his look-at-me-and-how-smooth-I-am-even-though-my-girlfriend-is-sitting-right-next-to-me voice. "It looks great."

"Really?" she asked, giving her hair a little flick, "It was just a trim."

"Well it really makes a difference."

"Why thank you Fred," she laughed before walking off in her glittery heels.

Ange punched Fred in the shoulder.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"You know full well what that was for!" she snapped.

"Would you mind clearing it up for me?" Fred asked after a slight pause and Ange just humpfted. "Aw, baby, you know I love you!"

Ange gave him a half hearted glare before laughing. I told you no one can be mad at the twins for long.

leave early? How did Marcy Grains even put an offer like that on the table? If he left early I wouldn't get to kill him because his mom would get to him first for not really graduating.

I was quiet. Really quiet. And everybody who's known me for even half a second knows that quiet is not normal Katie Bell behavior. I think everyone was catching onto me. It might be because I was uncharacteristically quiet and that my brow was furrowed and I was biting my lip thinking. But you never know. My friends can read me like a book so they probably were onto to me from the very beginning.

"Kat?"

It was eight by the time we were walking back up to the castle. It was really nice out and since were pretty sure Filch would be in the castle harassing first years by then, we decided to walk back to the castle outside like normal people instead of breaking into Honeyduke's cellar like usual.

"Hm?"

"Kat, are you ok?" Oliver asked as he stepped into pace with me, looking down at me concerned.

"Hu? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I smiled.

"Kat you're lying to me."

"Says who?" I asked, forgetting how easily he sees through my pathetic lies.

"Your face."

"Oh right," I said, furrowing my brow and biting my lip as I looked at the pebble I started to kick with my foot.

"Kat, what's wrong?" he asked, putting his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to face him as 'Lic, Ange and the twins were still making they're way back up to the castle.

"It's nothing, really," I smiled, even putting a little laugh in my voice which instantly faints and dies away at the look Oliver is giving me.

And damn it I hate him and his damn looks!

And this one really got to me, lemme tell you that. It was a freaking rainbow of emotions. He was concerned and worried but just as damn stern as he was in the pitch, and all of this was rampaging into me through his eyes. His damn big, beautiful, wrapped-in-eyelashes-I-sometimes-wish-I-had, always shiny, chocolate brown eyes.

"Oh, alright," I moaned, "I don't want you to graduate."

He looked kinda shocked. I guess he was expecting it to be something worse.

"I don't want you to leave me here for the next two years," I sobbed tearlessly. Or what I hoped was tearlessly. "But I want you to go and play for Puddlemere. I want you to take this amazing offer and run with it. And I don't want to sound this selfish-damn it!" I yelled as I realized a few spare tears were running down my cheeks.

He instantly gave me a hug. A huge, Oliver-copyrighted, hug. Those things are the best. He just held me there, tight up against him. And I really did try to stop crying but it seemed the more I tried to stop the harder I sobbed.

"Kat," he said softly in my ear, rubbing my back "Truth is, I don't want to leave either."

I slapped him. "Don't lie to me Oliver Alban Wood."

He chuckled a bit, "But it's the truth. And another truth is the only reason I didn't leave early was because I promised myself I wouldn't take anymore time I had with you for granted. And if I left I had no more time."

"So you would've left if this didn't exist?" I asked, waving my hand from me to him, referring to our relationship.

"Yeah," he said, giving me a weak smile as he scratched the back of his head. "I guess I would've."

"Oh great!" I yelled. "Now I'm hold you back! Oh damn it, I'm-"

He cut me off.

It seems I can never get what I need to say out when he has these constant urges to kiss and cut me off.

"Don't ever say that again," he said softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist, continuing to kiss me.

"Hmm…deal," I murmured against his lips.

Oh damn him! Nothing ever gets done like this!

…not that I'm complaining or anything though.

But then it started to rain. Yes, that's right, rain. I hate England weather sometimes. It's like you can't go a week with out it raining! And it always starts when I'm getting to enjoy things. And yes, things includes Oliver.

I groaned up at the sky as it let huge raindrops fall on us in a downpour, "I hate England when it gets like this…"

Oliver chuckled and kissed me again but then it started to thunder…and lightning. So it was thundering and lightning out and I was trying to get a good kiss in. so it really wasn't working.

Oliver hung his head in mock defeat before grabbing my hand and we started to run back up to the castle.

"The one time we don't go through the cellar…" Oliver trailed of laughing as we stood in the entrance way dripping wet.

Honestly, I was just glad I went for the green tank top today vs. the white one. But then I realized I was also wearing kaki shorts. But I checked and all was clear. But my cons were soaked through and through and made a thoroughly unattractive sound as we made our way back up to the tower.

"Look who got caught in rain," 'Lic laughed in a sing song voice as I shalomped in. shalomp being the sound my soaked low-rise cons made.

"And with our captain, maybe?" Ange asked an eyebrow cocked.

"Maybe," I shrugged my shoulders, smirking as I took off my shoes leading to an ocean of rain water spilling out of them.

"Say 'spoon'."

"Spoon?"

"Yeah, she definitely was," Ange confirmed.

"How do you know?" 'Lic asked.

"Well, where else would she be, she's not crying-" I threw her a look "-and she just said 'spoon' suggestively."

"No I didn't," I protested, my nose scrunching up.

"Maybe, but you wanted to," she pointed out.

"No I didn't," I protested again as she and 'Lic cracked up. "I don't get it…"

"Just get into some dry clothes before you get sick," 'Lic said, her laughter dying down.

"Ok, mom," I laughed as I picked up some red athletic shorts with white trim and a Patriots shirt-Tirade's name on the back.

"You look like a wet dog," Oliver laughed as he messed up my still wet hair as I sat down next to him on the couch in the common room.

"Oh wow, what a compliment," I said sarcastically, knowing that he was kidding, "I'm touched," he laughed and I messed up his hair which was still wet too, "but I could say the same."

He laughed as he slid his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him until I was completely flushed up against his side and placing a kiss at the tip of my nose. How did he pull that off…?

"Too much PDA," Ange cried as she came down the stairs with 'Lic, "This castle really isn't safe anymore."

"Oh, speak for yourself," I shoot back.

"What are you talking ab-?"

"Look!" 'Lic shouted, pointing to some random 4th year who was sitting at a table out of Ange's line of view, "It's Fred!"

"WHERE!" she asked, frantically turning her head left and right, trying to find the red headed weasel. "FRED! WHERE?"

"Over there!" 'Lic said, pointing in another random direction and she bounded off in search of Fred…who wasn't over there.

"Good work soldier," I said to 'Lic as she sat down in an arm chair.

"I try, sergeant," she laughed, giving me a salute.

"Was somebody calling me just a few minutes ago?" Fred asked, his head popping out from the stair way.

"FREDDIE FISH!"

"ANGIE APPLE-PIE!"

And then there was much rejoicing and PDA and they were the only two who lived happily ever after. The end.

"Mercy Mary, mother of God," George said as he came down the stairs and gingerly walked past Ange and Fred, "I can't even walk down a staircase these days without getting scarred for life, there's too much PDA these days…" he muttered, sitting down in front of the arm chair 'Lic was in. "Hey, pumpkin pasty," he cooed, craning his neck to look up at 'Lic.

"Hey, sugar quill," she answered just as suggestively, pushing his hair back from his face.

I looked from them to Oliver where we shared a mutual concerned and confused look, and back to them.

"I don't think I'm ever going to eat candy again," I said blankly. "and I'm being serious which is pretty damn scary considering we are talking candy here."

Oliver chuckled as he gave me a tight squeeze and a peck on my temple.

We stayed up late, talking about random things: Ange argued that she and Fred were far not the most PDA-ish (yes, that's a word now) couple in the school and that in fact Roger Davies and Abbey Montrion were (I think it's a close match.), who was better at chess: Ange or Ron? whether Snape once upon a time sit on his wand or did he always have a stick up his ass? And other teenage things that I have no idea how the conversation started.

But I do think that I started to drift off. Because Oliver started to nudge me and say my name. Yeah, I was definitely asleep because remember choosing not to respond and just lay there like a load. An do vaguely remember getting slung over Oliver's shoulder.

"OLIVER!" I yelled, just realizing that I was hanging over him upside down.

"Yes, Kat dearest?" he asked innocently as he walked over to the girls' dorm staircase.

"Why am I hanging upside down?"

And in one swift motion I went to the bear-hide-over-the-shoulder style to newly-wed style and of course the later is more enjoyable. I mean do we really have to ask?

"Better?"

Obviously we do have to ask.

"Much," I murmured.

"Now if remember correctly," he said as we came to my dorm. "Your bed is the pne with the Griffindor quilt…"

"Way to make me feel good, Ol'," I yawned.

"Didn't I tell you that I liked it?" he asked as he laid me down and subsequently (million galleon word, that is) himself as he laid on top of me.

"That was ages ago," I said groggily.

"So?" He gave me a long kiss. Well he knows how to wake me up well enough.

"So things change," I pointed out.

"Hmmm…" he murmured against my lips, "But not me."

"Well, thank god for that."

He chuckled before giving me a long kiss and quietly walked out the door. Or at least he tried to be quiet and was quite successful until he hit that creaky floor board that's right in front of the door.

I smiled to myself.

I hope things never change.

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