Obsessions

Summary: Oliver likes Katie. He's scared to tell her, maybe it would ruin their relationships as best friends. So he covers it up by talking about Quidditch. Katie thinks Oliver is too engrossed in his favorite hobby to notice her. Right as she is about to give up, he returns her feelings.

A KBOW fic.

Disclaimer: I'm too stupid to write a disclaimer saying I do not own the characters, those are

J.K. Rowling's. The only thing we own is the plot and a rubber ducky named Mr. Kermit

CHAPTER ONE. The hog warts express

'KATIE!' I had about one second to breathe before I was hit by two shapes I recognized as Angelina and Alicia, my friends.

'ALICIA! ANGIE! How are you?' I said, grinning so hard I think my face was about to crack.

'Fine thanks, how was your summer?' they both said at once. We both stared at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. It was good to see my friends again.

'Want to go on the train?' I asked them, still smiling.

'Um…no I think you should…find your trolley and …um look for us in a compartment.' Alicia said, glancing over my shoulder. 'We do?' Angie said, looking at her. Alicia gave her a look and jerked her head in my direction, or at something close to my sense of direction. She somehow got the message and understood. 'Oh, RIGHT. Yes um, Katie go get your trolley and meet us in a compartment.' I looked at them in confusion, glanced down at my trolley, which was already right next to me and looked back at them. 'What are you talking-'

'So, well see you later?' they both interrupted taking off in a fit of giggles. I shook my head. 'Guess I'll never truly understand them or their strange ways.' I muttered.

'You know what? I don't think I will either. But as long as they still can be good Chasers, I don't really mind.' A Scottish voice said, breaking into my thoughts. I momentarily froze. Could it be? Slowly turning I saw it was.

'Oliver!' I yelled, hugging him ecstatically

'Glad to see you too.' He laughed returning the embrace. Pulling away, he looked at me, with a broad smile on his face. I saw something in his eyes, but couldn't figure out what. Clearing his throat he said. 'Er…so did…did you see any good Quidditch games lately?' In my mind I was already thinking of the answer to his question, but in another part of my mind it was screaming, SEE ANY QUIDDITCH GAMES,…QUIDDITCH? EVERY HEARD OF 'Oh hello Katie, how was your summer?' OR MAYBE 'Haven't seen you in a while Kates, how are you doing?'

But no, it had to be bloody Quidditch I thought bitterly.

'Oh…no…no I didn't.' I replied, trying to not let the disappointment I was thinking get out in my voice. I don't see him all bloody summer because he was at Quidditch camp and the first thing he has to say to me is 'Glad to see you too, see any good quidditch games lately?' I swear that boy cannot get enough of that sport. Damn sport. If I didn't like it too, I would curse it as much as I could.

'Katie? Let me know if you're in there, somewhere.' He said waving his hand slowly across my face. 'Huh? Oh I'm here-just spacing out, you know beginning of school term.' I said managing my most convincing smile. 'Yea, especially with the N.E.W.T.S this year.' He said wincing.

'Oi! Oliver! Katie! We can't have the school year without you!' Angelina hollered from one of the compartment windows.

'Yea Oliver! The trains about to leave! Better hurry up!' the Weasley twins shouted from another of the windows.

I turned back to see Oliver looking at me. 'Well, We'll meet up with you later, ok?' I said.

'…What? Oh sure later.' He said. 'Better go, Angelina looks like she's about to have a heart attack.' I laughed. 'You sure? I thought she looks like that all the time.'

'Hmm…maybe so.' And with that, he planted a kiss on my cheek, and walked toward Fred and George. I felt my cheek burn red. Oh yea. This is why I hate Quidditch. Because I like Oliver a lot… and all he cares about is that damn sport.

END CHAPTER ONE