A/N: You guys are too sweet! I've gotten such nice reviews, they make me all happy. : ) In case I forgot to mention it before, this takes place during the Prisoner of Azkaban.

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Disclaimer: Not mine, oh the pain of reality!

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Hogsmeade Happenings

"Do you guys really think this will work?" I asked the twins and Lee the next Saturday. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and the guys had come up with a way for Oliver and me to spend a little time together.

"Trust us Katie. It'll work perfectly." Fred assured her.

"What will work?" Alicia asked as she came up behind us.

"Um, the new play that Oliver came up with for us to use against Hufflepuff." George answered quickly-a little too quickly.

Alicia narrowed her eyes. She knew the four of us too well to believe such a flimsy excuse.

"If you guys are planning to pull another prank, I don't want to know." She stated then walked over to Angelina before disappearing out the portrait hole.

Lee mock wiped his brow in relief. Apparently I'm not the only one afraid of Alicia's temper.

"So how does this work exactly?" I asked the guys as students began to empty the Common Room.

"Well, since you're the one who wants to be alone with Oliver," Fred said smirking, "once you're the only one left in the Common Room, his door will unstick. It's your average, everyday temporary Sticking Charm."

"And you're sure Percy's not up there?" I asked worriedly. The last thing I need right now is a lecture about the irresponsibility of pulling pranks with Lee and the twins.

"Yep. Ol' Big Head Boy left an hour ago. Had to meet Penelope." George assured her.

"That girl deserves a medal." Fred muttered.

"Well I think we should be going." Lee said. "Good luck Katie."

With three matching evil grins they left me alone in the Common Room. I quickly dashed to the stairs, in an attempt to look like I was just coming down. Right on cue I heard a loud thump, followed by someone stomping down the boys' staircase. Oliver appeared, muttering under his breath and obviously fuming.

"Oliver?" I called as I made my way back down the stairs, "What's the matter?"

"Where are they?" he demanded.

"Who?" I inquired all innocence.

"Fred and George. They locked me in my room."

I tried my best to look thunderstruck. "Why on Earth would they do that?"

He seemed to buy it. "Beats me. Why do they do anything they do?"

"You didn't drag them out of bed to discuss tactics at four o'clock in the morning again?" I asked grinning.

Oliver frowned. "No."

"Oliver," I replied, "Fred and George left awhile ago."

"They did?"

I nodded.

"Then why did my door lock, and then unstick like…like…"

"Magic?" I teased.

"It's not funny." He said sternly.

The serious way he said it made it seem all the more funny to me. I started to giggle. I looked up at Oliver to find that he was now glaring at me. I laughed out loud. I sat down on the couch, tears rolling down my face. Oliver's lip was now starting to twitch. Soon he too was laughing hysterically.

I sat up wiping my face. I looked at Oliver, still laughing, and noted once again how cute he was. But I pushed that thought out of head. I had work to do.

"Are you going into Hogsmeade?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He answered once his laughter began to subside.

"Do you want to walk in with me?" I asked.

Immediately Oliver stopped laughing. Good sign or bad? Hmm.

A thought occurred to me. "I was supposed to go with Alicia and Angelina, but they left without me."

"That's not like them." He said thoughtfully.

"They must have thought I was going with Lee and the twins." I answered.

"Oh." He answered. "All right."

Feeling mischievous I walked over to him and slipped my arm through his. "Shall we?" I asked sweetly.

"Uh, s-sure." Oliver stammered as he went beet red.

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"So how was it?" Lee asked me that night at dinner.

I sighed. "He barely spoke two words the whole way, and he took off like a shot as soon as he saw Percy and Penelope."

The guys all looked at me sympathetically. I picked at my food. Need I say that I was thoroughly depressed? I snuck a glance at Oliver out of the corner of my eye. He too appeared to be a little sad as he stared off into space, Percy jammering away beside him.

"I'm going upstairs." I said.

I walked slowly up to Gryffindor Tower listening to the storm raging outside. This was so not going the way it was supposed to. I reached the portrait hole and was surprised to see students standing around, whispering furiously. I glanced over to see Harry standing with Ron and Hermione all chalk white and terrified looking.

The guys suddenly appeared behind me. "What's going on?" Fred asked.

I shrugged.

Then Dumbeldore and Filch appeared. The crowd separated to let him through. I caught a glimpse of the Fat Lady's portrait. She was gone, and the canvas had been slashed to ribbons.

Dumbeldore called for a search of the castle for the Fat Lady. Then Peeves appeared. He told the Headmaster where she had gone and just who had done the alterations to her picture; "Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black." Dumbeldore ordered all the Gryffindors back to the Great Hall.

When I walked in I saw that all the other houses were there and there were hundreds of sleeping bags where the tables had been. Everyone milled around, picking a bag and finding a spot to sleep. I picked up a bag and turned to find a place to put it. I backed into something. "Ah!" I screamed as I jumped around. I looked straight into Oliver's confused face. I placed my hand to my chest willing my heart to stop thumping.

"Are you all right?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, just a little spooked." I confessed.

I placed my sleeping bag on the floor, coincidentally next to Oliver's. I laid down, still scared. It wasn't long before I fell asleep. But even as I drifted off, I could feel his eyes watching me.

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I awoke with a start a few hours later. I'd had a nightmare about flying around the Quidditch pitch and then a sinister looking man with long dark hair came at me with a knife. I sat up, gasping for breath.

"Katie? Are you okay?" a voice whispered beside me.

I jumped again. I had forgotten where I was for a second. I looked to my left to see Oliver staring at me, concern filling his big brown eyes.

"I'm fine." I answered, still a little breathless.

He didn't look convinced. Suddenly thunder clapped loudly overhead and I jumped again.

In a flash Oliver had crawled out of his sleeping bag and was crouching beside me. He placed his hand on my back. A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. I buried my face in my hands and whimpered. I hate storms.

My eyes shot open when I heard the zipper on my sleeping bag being pulled down. I looked at Oliver in amazement. He was getting into my sleeping bag! He pulled the zipper back up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down with him. I closed my eyes. Suddenly I didn't think I'd have any trouble sleeping now.

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I opened my eyes the next morning and couldn't remember where I was. Then I felt the weight of an arm around my waist and it all came back to me. I lifted my head off Oliver's chest and gazed at him. He was till sound asleep. Not too long ago, this would have been my dream come true. I slowly ran my finger over Oliver's face, taking in every detail. Softly, so as not to wake him, I let my finger drift down his neck to his chest. I traced the Gryffindor crest on his robes, letting my mind wander.

"Katie." A voice tinged with a Scottish accent interrupted me.

I froze. Had Oliver been awake the whole time? I looked up into his eyes, almost black with an unreadable expression. I felt his hand slipped into my hair, running through the length of it. My breath caught in my throat. I shifted, moving across him trying to get my eyes over his. I heard his breath catch as well. A look of slight pain skirted over his face. Was I hurting him? I moved again. And then, right there in the Great Hall, with everyone around us, I felt just exactly what was wrong with Oliver pressing against my leg. My eyes widened in realization. "Oliver…" I whispered.

"Good Morning everyone." Dumbledore called cheerily from the doorway. Students began stirring around us. "I trust everyone slept well."

I glanced back down at Oliver. He was still staring at me. Things had just gotten much more complicated.

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A/N: Don't hate me-cliffhangers are necessary. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've been very busy. School, work, a social life, and my other story makes for one busy author. I promise to update again soon. No more long waits. Coming up in the next chapter: Katie steps up her 'torment' of Oliver. Can he take it? Until then. : )