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Locker Room Antics

"Leave me alone!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Angelina and Alicia just looked at with those smirks still on their faces. I was trying to study for my Arithmancy test the next day, but my so-called friends were refusing to let me study.

"Come on Katie, we both know something was happening on in that sleeping bag." Alicia teased.

I stayed silent.

"Admit it. When I woke up you were on top of Oliver and he was running his hand through your hair. Don't even try and say there was 'nothing going on,' we won't buy it." Angelina added.

I looked up at my friends. "I'll say this one last time-absolutely nothing happened between me and Oliver in that sleeping bag and I refuse to say anymore about it." Then I turned my attention back to my books, daring them silently to say anything further.

They smiled at each other, and then got up to leave. I sighed. This was getting hard. And I don't just mean Oliver (horrible joke I know, couldn't help it). His 'reaction' in the sleeping bag had left little doubt in my mind that, even if Oliver wasn't madly in love with me, he was certainly attracted to me. This would probably make things easier, but now I had to rethink my whole strategy. But maybe I wouldn't have to end up hurting him; maybe I could just get my point across and have a little fun while I was at it. And ever since The Incident, as I now thought of it, Oliver had avoided me like the twins avoid Filch.

Speaking of the twins, just at that moment they and Lee plopped down in the three empty seats at the table I was studying at. They looked at me expectantly.

"What?" I whined.

"I just wanted to say that you should help us with all of our plans from now on, I've never seen one work so well." Fred said.

"It didn't work." I admitted.

Lee paled. "But you two were…we saw you…in the sleeping bag…"

George put his hand on Lee's shoulder to silence him. "You mean to say that nothing happened?"

"Nothing." I confirmed.

"I don't buy it." Fred declared. "As soon as Dumbeldore said we could leave the Great Hall, Oliver practically ran straight for the showers. And according to Percy, he was in there for a long time." He grinned at me.

"Now that sure sounds like something to me." George added.

I felt myself blushing as I laid my head down onto the table. How do they always know everything? Not fair!

"I knew it!" Lee cried.

"We didn't do anything, Oliver just…um…had a…" I stammered, very embarrassed.

"We get it." Fred said. "But that clearly shows that it's working. You just need to step it up a bit."

"Like how?" I asked.

They all grinned. I am going to be so sorry, I can just tell.

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"I'm not sure I can do this." I whispered to Fred after practice the next day. The guys' idea to move things along was a little drastic, even for them. And that's saying something.

"Where's all that Gryffindor bravery? You have to do it, he'll go mad. Besides-you look great." George said.

I blushed furiously. The ingenious idea had me standing there in my jeans and a black lace bra with a towel wrapped around my chest. I glared at him.

Fred grabbed his brother's shirt. "We'll be going now. Good luck."

I turned around nervously. I was the only one left in the locker room, besides Oliver. He was still in the shower. Poor boy-he had no idea what he was in for.

I stood at my locker, listening for the sound of Oliver coming towards me. When he stepped into the changing area I called out his name.

"Katie? What are you still doing here?" Oliver asked coming towards me.

"I hurt my shoulder. I'm just moving a bit slow." I answered.

Oliver moved into my line of vision. I saw him swallow as he took in my state of undress. "Um…I'll just go and give you some privacy." He turned to leave.

"Oliver?" I said uncertainly.

He stopped.

"Would you do me a favor?"

He turned back to face me. "If I can." He answered.

I looked down at my shoes. "Well, my shoulder really…could you maybe…"

"Um…sure." He replied.

I smiled shyly up at him. Then, clutching my towel, I moved over and sat on the bench. Oliver slowly came up and sat behind me. So far, he couldn't even reach me.

"You can move a little closer." I said.

He scooted up until he was right behind me. I could almost hear him tentatively place his hand on my shoulder, next to my neck. His hand's so warm…stop that thought. "Lower." I whispered. Obligingly, his hand slid down onto my shoulder blade and he started to move his fingers in slow circles, kneading the muscles. My head drooped forward. That felt really good.

"Mmmm. Right there." I murmured as his hand edged further south. He hit the edge of my towel. Remembering what I was supposed to be doing, I loosened my grip, allowing it to slide down a little in the back. I heard Oliver inhale sharply as the clasp of my bra became visible. I smiled despite myself.

Without warning, Oliver began rubbing the other shoulder, both of his hands now running along my back. My eyes widened in surprise. Oliver was being very agreeable. At this rate, I wouldn't need to do anything; he was doing all the work himself.

My breathing became more labored as Oliver slid first one bra strap, and then the other off my shoulders. Now he was rubbing bare skin. No, not even rubbing anymore. He was more…just skimming his hands along my skin. I felt goosebumps spring up across my back and arms. And he smelled really good. That nice clean boy smell that I always associated with Oliver. Combined with the smell of a warm shower and how warm his hands were, I was starting to think things. Naughty things.

That's it. No more taking ideas from Fred and George. They lead to trouble. Or at the very least, ideas of trouble

"Oliver." I whispered.

"Hmm?" he moved his hands upward, rubbing the joint between my shoulders and my neck.

If this kept up, we would be in dangerous territory.

"That feels a lot better." I said quietly.

As if coming out of a trance, Oliver suddenly stopped moving his hands before withdrawing them completely. I turned around to face him. "Thank you." I told him softly. I leaned in and lightly kissed his cheek, very close to the corner of his lips. Then I strode over to my locker and pulled my jumper on, making sure he could only see my back. I hope he enjoyed the view.

Oliver was still sitting on the bench as I headed towards the door. I stopped and placed my hand on his shoulder. I leaned down next to his ear. "Remind me to return the favor sometime." I whispered breathily into his ear.

As I rounded the corner to the door, I could have sworn I saw Oliver headed back towards the shower. I wonder whatever for?

God, I'm good.

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A/N: How was that? I know it was a little short, but I think it was enough to tease without getting too carried away. Is Oliver about to crack? We'll just have to wait and

see. See you next time. : )