A/N: Hello everybody! (Hello Dr. Nick!) Wow-za. It's been quite a while since I've last posted. A little thing called school (and writers block) has taken over. But now I have found the time to write, and the inspiration. So, enjoy it.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own it, J.K. Rowling does.

I sat at work, on the counter, reading a magazine about Quidditch (of course). Hmm, broomstick sales increasing, not surprising.

"KATIE! COME HERE! QUICK!" Jackson yelled from the back of the store. Sighing, I hopped down and peeked into the door.

"What is it? If it's another mouse, I won't touch it!" I said.

"No, no, no. It's not that, its this." He said, I moved by him and saw him staring at a box that was just delivered.

"Oh, a box. Well then! I can certainly see why you would be scared of a box, I mean, the sharp corners! God help us!"

"Katie, use your eyes. It's the new Lightening Bolt 3000!"

"Lightening Bolt 3000?" I said, confused, "What's that?"

"Only the newest in broomstick technology! With speed control that practically reads your mind and AWESOME control power!"

"Right. Well, I leave you to that, and the mop is over there to clean up your puddle of drool when you're done." Jackson chose to ignore me and continued to stare at the box.

When I got back out front, Alicia and Angelina were looking at the Quidditch robes by the window.

"Hey, no loitering!" I said and they turned to look at me. They smiled and walked to the counter. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Well, with Angie getting married next week, we decided to celebrate tonight instead of, well, never."

"Yeah, we're going to The Portkey, so you have to come."

"Okay, I'll meet you guys later, alright?" They nodded and left, and a few hours later, I peered into the back, only to still see Jackson staring at the box.

"Oh for Pete's sake." I picked up a razor and cut the box open.

"OH MY GOD, KATIE!" Jackson yelled in horror as he stared at the ripped tape.

"Jackson! Suck it up!"

***

That evening, after work, I apparated home and flopped down on the couch. Alicia was primping for The Portkey. I got up and went to the kitchen, where we now were out of food.

"Aliiiiiiiiiiciiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" I yelled.

"What?"

"I'm HUNGRY!"

"Tough luck! We're going to eat at The Portkey," she replied in a very upbeat mood.

"But I'm hungry now!" I shouted back like a child.

"Katie!" Alicia responded, laughing, "You're like a 4-year-old!"

Well, after the 4-year-old comment, I gave up and sat at the table. Nothing to eat, nothing to do, I could start to get ready, but I didn't want to. Talk about procrastination. Suddenly, a loud pop was erupting from the living room and Angelina appeared out of thin air.

"I thought we were meeting at The Portkey?" I asked.

"Yeah, but you guys were taking forever. I got tired of waiting."

"Angie," Alicia said, stepping out of the hallway, "we said 7:00. It's 6:30."

"Is it really?" she asked, surprised at her own mistake, "Katie! Why the hell aren't you dressed yet?"

"Hey! I just got home! Gimme a break." When I finished my sentence, Angie called me a procrastinator and literally dragged me out of my chair into my room. She did all this while wearing 4-inch heels. I must applaud her on that.

"Katie, if you're not ready in 10 minutes, prepare to feel my wrath."

I slammed the door in pretend fright and started to search my closet for something decent.

We finally arrived at The Portkey (luckily, I felt no wrath) and I, of course, went immediately to the bar. I ordered the usual, and sat on the stool, watching everyone have a good time. I swallowed the remainder of my drink and found my girls dancing among themselves.

After about an hour, I took a step outside. It was getting a little humid and hot outside, so the cool air was welcomed.

"Katie!" I heard male voices yell. I looked to my right and saw Jackson, Fred, George, and the boy popping up everywhere Oliver.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked completely startled.

"Having a two for one," George said. "We're partying for Fred and Oliver. Last boy's night out for a while. "What are you doing here?"

"Girls night out for Angie," I replied, "probably the last for a while, all because Fred had to go and propose to her!"

We all laughed and went inside. Angie literally screeched when she saw Fred. They were all over each other. Quite disgusting.

I hadn't eaten in a while. We all squeezed into a booth and ordered some food. If I listened closely, I could hear my stomach yelling, "THANK YOU!" We dined, chatted, and after finishing off the food, we got back to the dance floor. Right as we set foot on the floor, a slow song came on. The first one of the night. It wasn't until Jackson asked if he could dance with me that I remembered we were going out. Amazing how my memory works.

"Katie, do you want to dance?" he asked.

"Of course I would." I wrapped my arms around his neck; he wrapped his around my waist. This was the first time I have ever been this close to Jackson. We were never this close at work, what with him and his fort o' boxes. His scent filled my nose. Oh God, he smelled amazing. I took a quick glance around at my friends. Angie and Fred were dancing, and so were Alicia and George. But over at the table sat Oliver, alone.

I tore my eyes away from him, for some reason it hurt me to see him alone. It wasn't the first time I felt that way about him. I would see him in the library at school alone, and it hurt me. For a split second, my eyes made contact with Jackson's, and I saw something that I had never seen before. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew I hadn't seen it at the store. It hit me like a brick, the last time I saw that look. I was looking into Oliver's eyes, when we were going out and he said he loved me.

"Katie," Jackson said, "There's something I've been meaning to do." I started to say "Oh?" but before I could, Jackson's lips were on mine.

I'll be honest; I've never been kissed like this. His lips were soft, his movements smooth and graceful, not forced, but begging. I responded, letting my eyes close and followed Jackson's movements. We broke the kiss at the same time. I looked at Jackson, his cheeks a little flushed, but smiling. His smile was contagious; I found myself grinning like a fool. We were both speechless. Cliché, I know, but still.

The song ended, and I grabbed Jackson's hand and we sat down at our table with Oliver. "I'm going for a drink," Jackson said. He gave my hand a light squeeze and left for the bar. It was just Oliver and me. Jackson's kiss made me forget all about my obsession with Oliver. He kept his eyes down.

"Oliver, you look sad," I asked. He really did look sad.

"I'm not," he said, looking up at me. He plastered on a smile.

"I can tell when you're faking a smile, Ollie. Really, what's up?"

"It's nothing, I'm just not feeling too well."

"Do you want me to take you home? Because I will--" I asked, but he interrupted me.

"Really, Katie, I'm okay. I think I'm going to go, though. Tell the guys I'm sorry I left." Then he Disapparated right before my eyes. Oliver, what was wrong?

A/N: What happens next!? Yo no se. Well, maybe I do.