Hi guys- I'm sorry to say that this chapter probably won't be as long as you expected for a weeks wait. I've been in and out of the hospital, and just wanted to get /something/ up so I wouldn't have people screaming at me.

Thanks for all the luverly reviews. I'll be careful with the tenses- I've always had a problem with them, and I don't change 'em very well when I actually mean to, so… yea.

Enjoy (as much as you can for a bad, quickly written chapter)

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Oh god. The look on Oliver's face when we told him what he had to do to get the stuff off was priceless.

He started screaming ("You have to do what to get this off?"), then moved on to glaring, and finally grabbed the closest one of us (poor Katie), and dragged her up to the common room, the quidditch team (minus Harry, plus Lee) following behind.

"Go to your dorm, get that water-cream thing, and get this bloody stuff OFF MY BODY!"

Seeing as this was deffinently not the time to tell Ollie how wrong that sounded, and to have him yell back what a sick mind I had, I ran along with everyone else to get the bucket of water-cream.

"Man, we're in so much trouble." Lee was complaining as we got into the guys room.

"Shut it Lee. You knew what you were getting into." Of course, our dear Katie had to snip something at him. Lovely.

"Lee, Katie, you've made it perfectly clear that you're in love-"

"-But really, could you wait 'till we're done dumping this over Oliver's head?"

It seemed Fred had taken to finishing Angelina's sentences (aww), and that seemed to be some sort of cue, because all of a sudden everyone was grabbing for the bucket and carrying it downstairs (and by everyone, I mean everyone except Katie and Lee, who were glaring daggers at eachother, us, and Fred's bathrobe. Don't ask).

Finally we'd brought the bucket down –four people collectively trying to carry a small object down stairs is not particularly easy- and over to where Oliver was standing.

"This stuff's going to take off the paint?"

No Oliver. The fifteen times we had to tell you to make you not strangle us were pointless.

"Of course, Ollie dear. Now step over there, will you?"

He did so, and Angelina and I took our hands off the bucket.

"Fred, George, ready?"

"You betcha Angie." Fred grinned at her, and I have to give her props. For all the she was blushing like crazy, the poor lovesick girl, she still managed to give orders.

"Right then. Dump it on him."

"WHAT?" Poor Oliver seemed to catch on, but at the last second, as Fred and George collectively poured the whole contents of the bucket over his head.

Everyone, this time including Katie and Lee, who had joined us last-second, burst out laughing. 'Course, we stopped right away when we saw Oliver advancing towards us.

And, me being the idiot that I am, thought it would help to say the first thing that came to mind.

"Karma's a bitch, isn't it?"