A/N: Computers are evil. Mine has decided I don't need to be able to log in. So just bare with me here. I finally managed to log in and EVERYTHING'S BEEN CHANGED. It took me forever to figure out how to update. It's not nice to confuse people this way. Oh, and I think I may have found a temporary solution to the muse problem. He's about seven inches long, black, meows, and his name is Oliver. Just to clarify, I've always loved the name-he's not named AFTER anybody. Well, not completely.

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Renor Faer Well no, you being sick doesn't make me feel better. But I hope you feel better.

BeautifulMisconceptionI'm glad you liked it. I too believe the muse is returning.

tinkerbell86I got it. I was just kidding.

PuddlemereSurpriseThank you. The only thing said about Oliver in the books is that he's obsessed with Quidditch and that reminded me of this guy I know who's obsessed with football and could really care less about everything else. That's what I'm loosely basing Oliver on. And I made Katie so evil just because it's funnier.

Jo-AnnMarie: I'm trying. It's hard without my muse.

Paradise-UnknownI won't. It may just take a while to get back on track.

SnowHedwig05Spelling? Okay, now I'm paranoid. I hate spelling and grammar mistakes. If you see one, please let me know. If only for the sake of my sanity.

Kit MerlotWell, I'm very flattered. You get cookies.

Meg DiggoryAw, you are too sweet. I would have taken you up on that offer but my computer like ate half your email address or you certainly would have heard from me by now.

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Disclaimer: At this point, why bother?

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Moving On

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I woke up the next morning with that icky feeling you get after you've been crying. You know the one I mean, the one where you just feel…blah. I seriously contemplated just going down to breakfast like that. Let Oliver think I had been up crying over him all night. But then I decided it was better to make myself look presentable. My next step wouldn't work if I scared my latest 'helper' away.

I peaked through my bed hangings to see if Angelina and Alicia were up yet. Thankfully they weren't. I didn't really feel up to putting on the whole wounded and heartbroken act this early. Trying to be devious when you're not fully conscious is dangerous.

After my shower and numerous spells to try and look halfway human, I wandered down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Even though I'd fixed myself up a bit, I'd still opted for sweats and a ponytail. I didn't want to look like last night hadn't affected me at all. Even if I did, I was positive Alicia and Angelina would tell everyone about it anyhow.

As soon as I stepped into the hall I saw my target. I knew he'd be here. He's always up early, even on Saturdays. Feeling eyes on him, he turned to me and waved. I waved back and walked over, with my sad puppy eyes in place.

"Hey Katie. How're you doing?" he asked, his deep voice full of sympathy.

I shrugged halfheartedly. "I've been better."

"Yeah, I saw that…thing…last night."

I groaned and placed my face in my hands. "I can't believe I did that. It was so childish."

He gently pried my hands off my face and held them in his own. "I'm sure you guys will work it out."

Well at least I've got him convinced. Very good.

"I'm not so sure. He probably hates me by now." The tears began to well up in my eyes and a slightly angry look filled up his eyes. I knew if there was one thing he wouldn't be able to resist it was a damsel in distress.

He squeezed my hands gently before letting go and pouring me a goblet of orange juice. Just then I spied Oliver standing at the entrance to the hall. And judging from the look on his face, he'd seen plenty. Score!

He looked up and saw Oliver too and his expression darkened. "You know, you can always eat over here. It might be a bit easier."

"I think I'll take you up on that." I agreed with a small smile.

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"Katie, what did you do now?" Fred demanded as I walked back into the common room.

"First of all, why are you guys up so early.? And secondly, I have no idea what you're talking about." I replied and plopped down in front of the fire.

Fred, George, and Lee all still in pajamas, padded over and joined me. It was then that I noticed most of the Gryffindor boys were now up. And not a single one looked a bit happy about it either. In fact, several were shooting nasty glances in my direction.

"We're up at this," Lee paused for dramatic effect (I hate when he does that), "ungodly hour because Oliver came stomping up the stairs yelling about 'crazy girls' and conspiracies with the Hufflepuffs to drive him insane."

My jaw dropped "You're not serious!"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Lee asked with a sour expression.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"So exactly what conspiracy does O-O-Oliver think you're involved in?" George asked over a yawn.

"Got me. But he did give me a pretty mean look when he came into the hall. You know, the one he always gives Flint when he scores."

"Did you hit him again?" Fred asked me.

"No." I said defensively.

"Then what were you doing?" George chimed in.

"Eating."

They all looked at me expectantly as if to say "And…?"

"With Cedric." I admitted.

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"Katie I think I may kill you myself." Alicia told me at practice later that day.

Yes Oliver scheduled practice on a Saturday. I think my little stunt at breakfast finally cracked him. He's looking a tad…angry. Outside of a game it's a rare occurrence to see Oliver show that much emotion. Or any emotion really.

"Why do I always get blamed for everything?" I yelled.

The rest of the team looked at me like I was nuts. Even Harry.

"Shut up." I muttered.

"Get back to work!" Oliver yelled over at us.

"What do you say we mutiny?" Fred whispered. "Knock him over the head and shove him in the Vanishing Closet. No one would blame us."

I laughed.

Oliver swooped over to us. "Care to let me in on what's so amusing."

"Not especially." I replied.

Fred shook his head.

Oliver looked at me like he wanted to throttle me, which he probably did. But as luck would have it Cedric appeared right at that moment.

"Ready?" he yelled up at me.

"Just a sec." I answered.

"Where do you think you're going?" Oliver demanded, a stony glare firmly fixed on his face.

"Cedric promised to help me with Charms seeing as how my last study partner was a bit of a Nazi. Makes the learning process a bit difficult." I answered sweetly.

Oliver's face turned a dangerous shade of red. He looked about ready to burst a blood vessel. "You're going to study on a Saturday?"

"I need a lot of help." I told him.

"What if I refuse to let you go?" he asked.

Fred was looking back at forth at us with a thoroughly enthralled look on his face, and the rest of the team was trying to hear us without getting close enough for Oliver to notice. Like Fred wouldn't tell them all everything anyway.

"Well Oliver, I would hate to have to tell Professor McGonagall that you wouldn't let me leave practice to do my school work. She probably wouldn't look too kindly on that."

A dumbstruck expression came over Oliver's face followed by one of what I can only assume was rage. "Fine." he spat. "Practice is over!" he yelled to the team who all jumped in surprise.

I smiled sweetly at him before flying down to join Cedric. "Let me change and I'll be right out."

Inside the locker room I was about to dance in joy that everything was going so well. Oliver was jealous, and Cedric was being so helpful. It couldn't be more perfect.

"You do realize that may have just blown any chance you had with Oliver right?" Angelina asked me after the rest of the team trudged inside.

"What chance? Oliver isn't interested in anything besides Quidditch. Let him play with his broomstick all he wants. There are plenty of other guys out there who don't have their heads in the sand." I said slamming my locker door shut.

Stunned silence filled the room as I made my way out. Oliver happened to be standing next to the door leading outside. From the look on his face I knew he had heard everything I'd just said. Could it be he actually looked a little…sad? But then our eyes met and the mask returned, blocking all emotion.

"You know you're face might freeze that way. But then, who could tell?" I smiled before pushing past him to open the door.

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"Do you have any idea why everybody's staring at us?" Cedric whispered to me about a week later. We were in the library and it seemed as if all eyes were on us as they had been all week.

"Probably the same reason they've been staring at us for the past few days." I admitted.

"Oliver?"

"Do you even have to ask?" I groaned.

"Katie, are you trying to make Oliver jealous?" Cedric asked me seriously.

"I was. But there's really no point. I chased him for almost five years and it got me nowhere. It's time to move on." I confessed.

Does it count as confessing if it's only partly true?

"Besides, I know you like Cho. Don't worry, you're safe from my clutches."

He grinned at me. "So I'm not just a part of some elaborate plan to make Oliver realize he's an idiot?"

"He knows he's idiot, he just won't admit it. And do you honestly think I'd do that to you?" I gave him my best 'Please Believe Me' face complete with pouty lower lip and fluttering eyes.

"No." he admitted.

Of course he bought it. Works every time.

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"You know I could help you make him jealous." Cedric said as he walked me back to the common room. He even carried my books. What a gentleman.

"No. Like I said, I'm moving on. If anything happens between me and Oliver now, it's up to him. I've wasted enough time on him." I said, putting every ounce of sincerity I could muster into it.

"Okay. If you change your mind let me know." he said. He handed me my books and went off in the direction of the Hufflepuff dorm.

Gotta love him. He's so chivalrous. Maybe I'll ask him to Hogsmeade next weekend. I thought to myself.

Who am I kidding? There's no maybe about it. And I just heard there's a sale at Quality Quidditch Supplies. I wonder if a certain thick-headed captain of mine will be there?

Hmm, maybe I can convince Cedric to sit at the our table tomorrow so I can ask him. Nobody can spread a rumor like Gryffindors.

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I walked into the common room to find Oliver sitting in front of the fire with his playbook. Typical.

I was going to walk right past him without a word but he broke the silence before I even reached the stairs. "Katie, wait."

I sighed and turned around. Oliver was standing between the couch and the table, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Interesting.

"What's going on with you and Diggory?" he demanded.

I glared at him. "That's none of your business."

"I'm your captain. He's Hufflepuff's captain. That makes it my business."

"Right. Of course it's all about Quidditch. I was stupid to not realize it sooner." I said sarcastically.

"Realize what?" he asked uncertainly.

"That you're a lost cause." I answered before I turned on my heal and headed up to bed.

I just hope he didn't see the smile on my face.

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A/N: Well? Is the muse back? Quick poll, would you guys rather have Cedric help Katie or should I go back to Lee and the twins? Let me know.