A/N: I know what you're all thinking. And yes, it's another update. Once I started working on this story again I just couldn't help it. I believe I may be getting addicted. Who knows, I might even finish it soon.

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Confessions: Part 1

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"Katie, what are you doing?"

I looked up to see Harry and Ron looking at me like a was a nutter. Which is how half the school looks at me most of the time anyway.

"I'm on strike." I tell them.

"What are you striking?" Ron asked.

"Oliver's attitude." I say.

"Whatever." Ron mutters as they continue on down the stairs.

I sighed. Ever since the night in the courtyard, Oliver refused to look at me. Or talk to me, with the exception of practice. We were in the run for the Cup, and the acquisition of Harry's new Firebolt had Oliver even more intent than usual.

In the three days since he saw the pictures, the only thing Oliver has said to me is "Bell, stop flying so crooked. You're gonna cost us the game."

Nice, huh?

But really, what did I expect? According to Percy's girlfriend, Penelope, Oliver is furious that I've forgiven-and chosen-Cedric.

I tried to explain that I hadn't chosen Cedric, but he wouldn't listen. He was so anxious to get away from me he offered to help Professor McGonagall grade exam papers for the first years.

And Cedric? He's been in the hospital wing for three days after he mysteriously sprouted horns in Charms. Which coincidentally, the Hufflepuffs have with the Gryffindors. Professor Flitwick has no idea what happened since they were attempting to bewitch watches at the time.

And my strike? Since I'm still staying with Lee and the twins, I've decided to camp outside Oliver and Percy's door all night. Or at least until he comes out and talks to me. Which should be pretty soon as I've been singing at the top of my lungs for the past hour. And Fred jinxed their door to make it immune to silencing charms. They have to listen.

And Oliver is much too nice of a guy to let me sing myself into laryngitis. Then I couldn't play on Saturday.

Not even ten seconds after Harry and Ron took off down the stairs the door finally flew open. A very angry Percy stepped out and glared down at me.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Singing. Got any requests?" I asked him sweetly.

He sputtered in disbelief and headed back inside, not even bothering to shut the door. "Oliver!" he screamed, "Will you please do something with her? She's driving me mad."

"All in a day's work." I yelled back.

Oliver came into the hall then and looked down at me in disbelief. "Don't tell me you're actually enjoying this?"

"The fighting, no. But torturing Percy is always fun."

"I told you she was certifiable!" Percy screamed from behind the door.

I shook my head. "That boy is going to wind up in St. Mungo's one day with a nice, padded room all to himself." Oliver nodded as if in agreement.

"Katie, why are you doing this?" he finally asked, softly, waving his hand to indicate my perch on the floor outside his room.

"Because you won't talk to me." I said simply. For the first time since this all started, I was actually being sincere. It felt…weird.

Oliver sort of collapsed back against the wall and slid down so he was sitting next to me. Looking straight ahead, he asked "What about the pictures?"

"I did forgive Cedric." I told him truthfully. "But we're not together. We never were. We're just friends."

"But he told Percy…"

"It was all an act." I cut in.

Oliver looked slightly offended. "An act?"

I nodded. "He thought if he pretended to fancy me, you'd finally make your move."

Oliver blushed furiously at my bluntness.

"Were you in on it?" he croaked out a few seconds later.

I shook my head. "Believe me, no one could have been more surprised than I was. And not just about that."

"What else?" he asked, fear creeping into his big brown eyes.

I grinned despite myself. "It seems Cedric asked around and made quite the interesting little discovery."

He gulped loudly and nodded, silently asking me to go on.

"Were you ever planning to tell me that you bribe and threaten every guy that wants to ask me out?"

Oliver's mouth dropped open and he turned so red he was almost purple. "Wha…how…who…I…" he sputtered.

I laughed. I couldn't help it. He just looked so flustered and cute and guilty. It was too adorable for words.

"You…you think this is…funny?" he choked out. "I'm absolutely mortified."

"I'm sorry." I gasped out as tears rolled down my cheeks. "I'll stop." I took a deep breath and calmed myself. But one look at Oliver's still pink, pouting face sent me back into hysterics.

"I've never been so embarrassed in my life." he muttered. He covered his face with his hands and I finally managed to get my hilarity under control.

"Oliver, if I ask you something, do you promise to tell me the truth?"

He nodded, hands still over his face.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Slowly, his hands dropped, and he turned to me with the most pitiful look I have ever seen.

"Because I knew if I did, then it would all be real and I'd be a goner." he said.

"Goner?"

"Since the first time my dad put me on a broom, Quidditch was the only thing I've ever wanted. Then you came along."

He looked up at me with the oddest expression on his face. "Do you have any idea how terrifying you are to me?"

"Me?" I squeaked (yes, squeaked) in disbelief. "I know I have a temper, but surely I'm not as scary as all that."

Oliver shook his head. "Not scary like that, but yes, you are absolutely petrifying."

"How?"

He looked me straight in the eye. "Because you're the only thing I've ever wanted more than Quidditch."

I did not just hear that.

I think I slipped into a trance about then, because the next thing I remember is Oliver saying, "Katie, are you okay?"

"I think I've just lapsed into an alternate reality."

Oliver's forehead creased in confusion. "How come?"

"Because Oliver Wood just admitted that he wants something more than Quidditch. I'm just shocked the world didn't stop turning."

He grinned sheepishly and blushed again.

I laughed. "I can't believe I can make the great Oliver Wood blush."

"You're the only one who can." His voice dropped lower and he leaned a little closer to me. "You're the only one who can do a lot of things."

This time, I was the one who gulped.

"Katie…" Oliver whispered, his head moving closer to mine.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

"What's going on?" By now I could feel his breath hitting my face, and then my lips.

"I'm not sure." I answered as my eyes drifted shut.

The first touch of Oliver's lips against mine sent a warm tingling throughout my body. The last time I had kissed him hadn't been anything like this. As horrible as it is, I was just playing. This time…it meant something.

Something very real.

The next thing I knew, I heard giggling. Very close by giggling.

I pulled away from Oliver and saw Lee, the twins, Percy, and nearly every boy in Gryffindor House looking at us with amusement on their faces.

"Well it's about bloody time." Fred declared.

Oliver flushed furiously, and I felt my own face heat up similarly.

"Does this mean no more screaming, tantrums, and general weirdness from you two?" Percy asked.

I looked at Oliver. He shrugged. "I guess." I told Percy.

All the boys whooped and cheered. A 'Hallelujah' came from somewhere near the back.

"Does this mean I can have my bed back?" Fred asked.

Boys.

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A/N: Cute and fluffy now, but you all know how I like my angst and drama. Part two is going to be very different. : )