A/N: yeah, I know I usually do this at the end, but some questions have been raised (not too nicely either.) Okay, so, Oliver is in fourth year, meaning Harry hasn't started Hogwarts yet. The rest are in third year, and I know this shouldn't be - Katie should be in first year and whatever, but that means she wouldn't be on the team! I KNOW I got the ages wrong! I MEANT to! And Oliver won't be there for the Triwizard if Harry hasn't started. It's just everyone else's years that are messed up, not Oliver's. Call it creative licence. It's my story, and I can do what I like with it, and if you don't like the way I've done it, 'becky', then don't fucking read it. Sorry.

Thanks to all my reviewers. I didn't reply this time because they were short reviews, and I couldn't think what to write back. :P. Anyway, thanks for reading, all of you x. I wonder who said 'whoosh' … tehe, Nona! Love your name, 'Wildphire' ;D.

I don't own it. (Thought I'd write a disclaimer for the first time in ages :P)

Chapter 6 Questions and Answers

I slumped down onto the couches again, waiting for someone, anyone to wake up. I'd been awake for over two hours, and no one was up yet.

Today's a school day, meaning I'm dressed in that retched school uniform at quarter to six in the morning. I don't even know why I'm up so early- probably because of that disturbing dream. I don't want to think about it.

Finally, I hear someone on their way down the boy's stairs. Dan. Thank the lord, someone has woken up and saved me from boredom.

"Hey, man," I said brightly. He looked over to me.

"Why are you so happy?" he grumbled.

"You're here!" I said jumping up.

"Bored?" he asked.

"Incredibly," I sighed and fell back down onto the couch.

"Sorry, man, but I swore I'd meet Leigh in the foyer at half past. Bye dude," he said apologetically and left the common room. Damn. Alone again.

"Oliver?" Yay! Not alone! It was Alicia.

"Hey, dear Chaser!"

"Bored?"

"Incredibly," I said again and she smiled.

"Well, I'm meeting George-"

"Please! Don't leave me!"

"I'm going to have to. I could get Katie-"

"NO!" I yelled and darted out of the room and out the portrait hole.

You see, I hadn't spoken to Katie in almost a week … yes, since that night. I haven't called practices, I leave at meals when she enters them, I duck away from her in the halls, and I've been spending most of my free time either at the Quidditch pitch, or in my dormitory.

Terrible, I know, but I don't know what to do.

It's so awkward and so weirdly frightening to speak to her. And the team have been trying to get me to talk to her, because, seemingly, she's a mess, having told me practically how she feels about me, and me saying nothing back. I do want to tell her how I feel, but, as I've said, it's awkward and still a fresh wound at the moment – and if I bring it up, it's just pouring salt into the cut. Thinking about it is like pouring salt into the cut.

I walked down towards the Great Hall, trying to think of something different. Breakfast would be served at half past. I had to kill ten minutes. I walked the long way. People were staring to emerge from their beds by now as I passed the corridor where the Ravenclaws come from. I heard frantic chattering between a group of girls as they walked about ten feet behind me.

I sat down, alone, at the Gryffindor house table and started to eat some toast. Once I'd finished, the only person at the table was a weird fifth year, who looked slightly scary, so I didn't speak to them. I was incredibly bored. I hadn't been around to talk to anyone very much. Except from when Angelina, Alicia, Fred and George ambushed me in my room a couple of days ago to tell me about Katie and trying to make me feel guilty. Which I do. I feel awful about what happened.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I spun around. As soon as I saw who it was, I spun right back round and tried to ignore her: Katie.

"Oliver?" she said, sitting next to me. I turned to her and waited for her to say something. She didn't.

"Hi …"

"Hi," she smiled as if that was all she wanted.

"So, um, yeah, I have to go … library …" I said quickly, grabbed my bag and left. I heard her audibly sigh. I looked around and saw her with her head on the table, and her shoulders were shaking. Was she … was she crying? I stopped. Why was I doing this anyway? I walked back up to her and sat down next to her.

"Katie?" I said softly. She looked up, her eyes watery, and her cheeks streaked with tears.

"I thought you had to go to the library?" she sniffed.

"Katie, what's wrong?"

"I've messed up, haven't I?" she laughed and wiped her eyes and cheeks.

"You've messed up what?"

"Our friendship," she sighed. "I shouldn't have said anything. I've wasted what we had."

"C'mon, Kates. I want to talk to you," I said as Fred and George sat down across from us.

"Oooh!" the both laughed/giggled.

"Shut up," Katie and I growled and took off to the common room. On the way, we passed an empty classroom, so I pulled Katie inside and locked the door so we could talk without someone walking in.

She quirked an eyebrow.

"I just want to talk, Kate," I said sincerely.

She nodded and sat on the edge of a desk. I stayed standing and thought about what the hell I was going to say. Should I say what I want to, or should I cover again?

"Katie, about … everything … I'm sorry … I …"

"No, no, it's fine Oliver, it was my fault …"

"I didn't know what to say last week. I … Katie, why didn't you tell me before?"

She shrugged and said, "I knew you didn't have feelings for me."

"So … why did you say you … you loved me last week, then?"

She shook her head and innocently said, "I don't know."

We just stared at each other silently for about five minutes, my mind working furiously.

Should I kiss her?

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I know I want to, but, should I?

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Would it mess up everything? Should I tell her I have feelings for her?

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I sat down next to her and she looked at me. I looked away, not really knowing what to do. She leant against me, and I wrapped my arms around her. She stared crying again.

"Why are you crying, Katie?" I asked in surprise.

"I nearly ruined this. I nearly obliterated everything. I might not have had you for this, Oliver. You make me feel so much better about everything. I'm sorry I love you, Oliver. I don't even care if you don't love me back. I'm sorry," she said through sobs.

"Shhhh. It's alright, Katie, it's okay … everything will be fine, I promise …"

I kissed her hair lightly as I hushed her, and finally, she was only emitting dry sobs.

"But why can't you love me?" she asked in a small voice, looking up at me, looking like a little lost puppy left in the rain, tied to a tree with no means of escape. She slipped out of my arms and turned to face me.

I didn't know how to answer.

"Kate … I can't … okay, I … Kate …." I tried to say it, but it just wasn't happening. I kept tripping over words and stuttering.

"What, Oliver? Please tell me." Those eyes again. Please not those eyes.

"I do."

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I said it.

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Oh my god, I said it.

She stared at me, eyes wide with shock.

"What?"

Yet again, words failed me, and I just shook my head, and put my forehead in my hands.

"Oliver?"

I looked up at her. She was so beautiful. So beautiful my heart kind of hurt for a second because it was beating so fast. Seriously, I was close to a heart-attack.

"Oliver?" she asked again, taking my hand away from my head. I sat up properly and looked at her, pleading her with my eyes to understand.

"Oliver, what did you mean?" she said, staring into my eyes.

"I love you too."

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Okay, she has to understand this time.

Her eyes had now gotten to the size of saucers. We just sat there staring at each other, not knowing what to say.

She got up and walked out of the room quickly, and all I could do was stare after her. That's not good …

A/N: Heya everyone! I'm sorry for the short chapter, and I'm also sorry about the a/n at the top. I get a little weird when people don't understand what I'm saying. Anyway, r&r please.

Best Writing Wishes,

Black Flaming Heart,

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