A/N: Well, as touched as I am that there have been so many pleas for me not to remove this story, I must say that I'm still waiting for my passion for it to return. As I promised I will post a few more chapters to try and get it back, but I'm not making any guarantees. Now, this chapter isn't going to be as long I had planned, but that's due to a particularly evil little thing called a math final. In order to study I have to cut this chapter into two parts and post the rest in a few days. I'm sorry if that bothers anyone, but duty calls.

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Disclaimer: Seriously?

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Questioning Motives

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"No."

"Oliver, you are going to have to talk to me eventually. We're on the same team, remember?"

At the moment I was sitting next to Oliver in the Common Room while everyone else was at dinner. He had started staying up there when during meals and retreating to his room if I happened to show up. Percy was bringing him food back and telling me that Oliver was 'busy.' I was starting to get mad.

Busy?

I'll show him busy.

I rushed back to the dorms after class and hid in my room until dinner. Once the Common Room was empty I walked down to find Oliver studying in front of the fire. I walked over and demanded an explanation. His response? No.

At my comment, Oliver looked up at me. But as soon as his eyes met mine he turned a deep red and looked away.

"Oliver, I'm not going to drop this. Tell me what's wrong. I don't like you're being angry at me."

He looked up with a shocked expression on his face. "Angry? You seriously think I'm angry at you?"

I shrugged. "What else could it be?" Of course I knew the answer, but hey no reason to tell him that.

Oliver seemed to be struggling with himself. I knew he wanted to tell me the truth but couldn't. Or wouldn't. Instead he jumped up and ran out the portrait hole to 'practice.'

I sighed. Time for Plan B.

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"Katie, I seriously believe you've lost it." Fred announced to me about two hours later.

"Coming from a Weasley, that's really saying something." I said dryly.

Fred looked over at Lee and George for help. They both shook their heads and Fred sighed. "Do we have to go get Angelina and Alicia?"

I shrugged. "Get whoever you want. I'm not budging."

Throwing his hands up in defeat, Fred turned and walked out the door. Lee and George followed with sympathetic glances at Percy on their way.

I looked over at Percy to see him looking very put out. "If I'm bothering you so much you can leave."

Percy huffed. "It's my room!"

"Your point?"

He sputtered indignantly for a few moments before announcing that he would be in the twins' room until 'this nonsense was over.'

I sat back against the pillows and continued to read the Quidditch book that had been on the nightstand. I couldn't really blame Percy for being upset. If I came back from dinner to find some deranged girl camped out on my roommates' bed I would be upset, too. Especially when said girl declared she was staying until my roommate returned.

Yep, that's my brilliant plan. I'm sitting here on Oliver's bed and I'm not moving until he talks to me. Really talks to me. No wonder everyone thinks I'm insane.

After about two hours I began to worry. Had Oliver been tipped off? The thought made me very angry and I was about to go look for him when the door opened. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me sitting on his bed reading his beloved Quidditch Through the Ages.

"Three hour team practices and three hours solo? Add that to your new aversion to dinner and I'm beginning to think you're trying to kill yourself." I said as I turned the page.

"Katie…what…how…why are up here?" he stammered.

"You won't talk to me. I figured if I was in your room you wouldn't be able to avoid me." I explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Oliver slumped into a chair next to the door. I felt horrible when I saw the defeated look on his face. But I steeled myself against it. If this plan was going to work I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me.

"Well?" I prompted.

"What do you want me to say Katie?" Oliver finally asked.

"How about the truth."

"Fine. You're right, I have been avoiding you. You know why? Because I'm absolutely mortified."

"Of what?" I asked with an incredulous look on my face.

"Of what? What do you think Katie? That night in the sleeping bag you were scared and I was just trying to comfort you, not hit on you."

"But you didn't." I told him.

"The next morning I know you felt…my…you know…I know you knew." he started turning red again.

"Oliver, there's no reason why you should be embarrassed. These things happen." I said softly.

He looked up at me. "And the locker room? Do things like that just happen?"

I shrugged. "I'm not upset. Why should you be?"

"I don't know!" he yelled as he got up and started pacing around the room. He grabbed his hair in frustration and an angry look came to his face.

"Are you sure?" I inquired.

He stopped and stared at me. Before he could answer I got up and walked over to stand in front of him. "I think you do." I said softly. Oliver started breathing heavier and I began to trace the line of his jaw like I'd done that night in the Common Room. Oliver was staring at me so hard I could almost feel it. He had this look of fear and something else that I couldn't quite identify in his eyes.

Before Oliver could do anything I leaned in closer to him. So close I could feel his breath on my face. I could almost hear his heart pounding. Or was that mine? This was taking my plan to a whole new level. I was about to loose my nerve as I stared at him. Oliver tentatively touched my hair and I felt my Gryffindor courage kick in. Before I could back out again I closed the gap and kissed him.

I pulled back after a few seconds and Oliver's eyes fluttered open.

"I think I just got my answer." I whispered and left his room.

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A/N: Well, does that make up for the shortness? I hope so. I promise to update again within the next week.