hey, guess what, it's chapter 3! yay! i had to take a break to go to camp, where i had so much fun...and where i got some inspiration for coming chapters...now i just need to work it into my story. anyway, i hope you like and once again: do not hesitate to nitpick. also: if you guys notice any grammar mistakes, this was edited by me when i was really sleepy from kayaking 2 days in a row.

dedicated to: Meshugenah for being amazing and nitpicking my work...loves

disclaimer: only the plotline

Chapter 3: Stay Up All Night

"Oliver Julius Wood!" Katie roared as she landed in a cloud of soot in his living room fireplace. The living room was typical Oliver; the comfortable, although stained couch had a Gryffindor blanket thrown haphazardly over the back. The floor was covered with Quidditch magazines, books, and plays. The walls were bare, and it looked as if Oliver had run out of parchment one day, since a pencil sketch of a Quidditch play the team worked on a few weeks ago was drawn on the wall beside the dusty TV. An archway led to a small kitchen where an open box of cereal sat beside a pitcher of milk. A dim hallway led to two rooms, both with their doors shut. Katie noticed none of this, as she was seeking Oliver's blood.

Suddenly, the door on the right side of the hall opened and Oliver's ruffled head poked out of the door. He had a toothbrush in his mouth and when he saw Katie, with the rest of his team and Angelina behind them, he quickly retreated into what must have been his bathroom, and clicked the lock.

Katie stormed over to the door and began to bang on it. The rest of them arranged themselves on the two-person couch to watch the drama unfold. "Oliver!" Katie bellowed. "Oliver, open this door immediately! I told you the next time would be worse and you made a next time!"

"No! I'm not coming out!" Oliver's muffled voice came from the other side.

"Oliver, I swear, if you make me, I will break this door down! I've done it once, I can do it again!" she began to kick the door with her foot.

Angelina turned to the team and nodded. "She really did. Our fourth year, Oliver made her so mad that she broke down the door to his room. The seventh year boys were left door-less for a week. Very tragic and very funny." They laughed in appreciation.

"No, you can't, Katie. I've discovered that they make anti-break-down-the-door spells, and I've just installed one on this door!" Oliver yelled from the inside just as Katie's foot made a solid connection with the door and left a hole in it. She poked her head through the hole and smiled sweetly at him.

"You were saying?"

"You never listen do you, Bell? You always break first, ask questions later." Oliver told her, matter of factly, as he unlocked the door and shoved his way out into the room. Katie stood and glared at him, waiting for him to continue. Never one to keep a lady waiting – or in this case, a she-wolf – Oliver complied. "I'm serious. Fourth year Alicia told you Richard was cheating on you, so you broke his broom and then asked questions. You could be married to Richard now if you hadn't done that, you know."

"First off, he was cheating on me, Oliver. And Secondly, I seem to remember having to stop a certain Quidditch captain from beating the shit out of him; and third, I never ask questions. I just break things. Like your face if you don't tell me why I can't sleep tonight!" she stamped her foot in frustration.

"That's very mature, just throw a temper tantrum in my hallway!" Oliver shouted.

"If it let's me sleep, why not?" Katie sucked in a lung-full of air and held it. Oliver choked back a laugh as her face turned from red to slightly purple.

"What are you, four? It's tradition! The rookie always has to stay up the entire night after their first winning game! The captain normally keeps them up, but I've been feeling a tad under the weather lately and I thought that—"

"I've been feeling a tad menstrual lately!" she whipped the retort out faster than a snitch could fly. The men in the room recoiled while the females murmured their sympathy.

Oliver was silent for a moment until he finally got his thoughts back. "That was below the belt and you know it," Oliver pointed his finger at her and glared. "You know that you females can frighten a whole town full of men when you are…you know!" He blushed, and the team leaned forward, waiting for the response.

"No, Oliver, I don't think I do!" Katie's smirk could have killed if Oliver hadn't been too stubborn to die.

"Mental!" he shouted angrily.

"It's menstrual, Ollie, not mental," Amelia quipped from the couch.

Oliver turned to her and pointed at Katie. "In her case, it's mental!"

"Just because I charmed a bra to follow you around for a week!" Katie said, venomously.

"People started calling me Olivia!" Oliver yelled.

"You stole my underwear! All of it! I had to go commando until I did the bra thing! It was in self-defense!" Katie matched his volume.

Justin turned towards Angelina and smiled, "Life was never boring in Gryffindor tower with these two around, eh?"

"There was one week when they weren't speaking to each other which was quiet, but other than that, no, never boring. And if they did get boring, we just called in Fred and George. Which reminds me, you would love them, Justin. They're – o dear, she has that look on her face. Oliver's in for it this time." Angelina winced and waited for the coming explosion.

Katie looked over at Angelina and twitched, "Enough from the peanut gallery, okay?" and turned back to Oliver, "Listen here, buddy. The next time you want to keep me up all night, you ask my permission. Do you understand?" her voice had gone icy cold and she had started to advance on him in a stalking manner. It looked very similar to the mouse suddenly becoming very ticked off and attacking the cat. Never a good thing for anybody involved. "I will sleep tonight, and you will let me. I realize it's tradition, and I realize that tradition is very important, but I have been up since four am this morning – which by the way is before the sun rose – and I'm tired. I have only gotten four hours of sleep in the past forty-eight, and it is currently, 12:15. Frankly, I'm of the feeling that I should have been asleep for three hours right now, but that's ok, we had to play a game, and I understand that. I love my teammates, and I love the game. But, Oliver Julius Wood, so help me Merlin, I will castrate you with a fork if you do not let me get to sleep tonight. I have cramps like no body's business and a slight bit of nausea coming on. Either you let me sleep, or I quit the team."

"Katherine, that's not fair to anyone here!" Oliver warned, back against the wall, staring down at the petit brunette in front of him as if she was rabid.

"Let me sleep," she growled.

"No, I can't. This tradition goes back to the first Quidditch match this team has ever played. That's two hundred years, Katie. Including the game that lasted for three days! Try keeping someone awake after that." He nodded knowingly and slipped to the side to escape the waves of cold, hard anger radiating from her. He put the team and Angelina between them and raised his hands. "I'm only doing this because I love you!"

"Bull shit! You knew about this when you got me the job, and then you took me out drinking last night. So not only am I bleeding, hormonal and exhausted, but I'm also hung-over! You're all to blame for this!" Angelina displayed a shocked and innocent face and Katie retorted with, "shut it, you know that if they had told you, you would have helped." Angelina's shrug seemed to say 'yea, you're probably right,' and Katie snorted in disgust.

"Katie Puppy, c'mon, look at this reasonably. You remember how important traditions were at Hogwarts! Hell, in Ravenclaw, before you could even sleep in your own bed, you had to stand on your head and sing the school song backwards." Matt said from his seat on the couch. She growled at the entire group assembled on the couch and then noticed that there were six people squashed onto a two-person couch.

"Oliver, don't you have any other seats in this house?" she asked.

His jaw dropped open and he rolled his eyes. "No! And that's not what we're arguing about!"

Katie seemed to have forgotten the previous argument though. "What are you going to do when you bring home a girl, Oliver? I mean, you are a leading Quidditch player! Last month, you were the centerfold in Witch Weekly's 'Most Eligible Bachelors Under Thirty!' You could have any girl you want, and you don't even have a suitable place to take her!"

Justin piped up with his two cents from the center of the pile, saying, "Puppy, we live in a city full of places to take beautiful women!"

Oliver ignored him, and exhaled sharply through his nostrils, "Katherine, do I look like the type of person that dates groupies?"

"Have you ever kissed a girl, Oliver?"

"Matt, yes I have kissed a girl!" Oliver exploded. His knuckles turned white with clenching and his mouth moved backwards from ten.

"Your mom doesn't count," Angelina smirked.

He looked as if he was going to explode, and the team cowered, having become very familiar with Oliver's temper. Angelina, who had gotten to know Oliver's temper even better over the years knew that her comment was not the one that would send him to spontaneous combustion, but instead into a calmer anger.

True to his personality, Oliver got a wicked glint in his eye as he remembered a certain night in his sixth year and turned towards Katie. "Tell them Katie. I have too kissed a girl." Katie's face paled and she shook her head violently. The glint in Oliver's eyes got brighter and he smiled at Katie seductively. "You remember, Puppy, I know you do."

"It was Halloween and I was drunk!" she spat suddenly, and then realized what she had said and almost died of embarrassment. She sat heavily on a chair that appeared suddenly underneath her.

The team and Angelina let out catcalls and whoops. Justin faked shock and placed his hand on his heart. "Wait, let me get this straight, our dear Captain Hard-Ass took advantage of sweet, innocent Puppy while she was drunk?"

Oliver rolled his eyes at the team's nickname for him. "First of all, I prefer Genghis Wood."

"You would," Leo drawled.

Oliver ignored him and continued, "and secondly, she took advantage of me, seeing as I seem to remember that it was Pup here who crawled into my bed."

"It's not like you were complaining!" Katie retorted.

"How do you know, you didn't give me time to complain!" Oliver's voice had shot up half an octave.

Katie smirked, happy that she was forcing herself to not being embarrassed, whereas Oliver's face was practically maroon. "You were much stronger than me, Ollie, you could have pushed me off." Her voice dripped innocent seductress.

Oliver looked to his team for help; Amelia chuckled and stood up with difficulty. "I would love to hear the rest of this story about Katie's drunken exploits while in Hogwarts, but I'm exhausted. Plus, I feel like this is going to escalate into more yelling, and I my ears hurt enough already." She paused to yawn hugely, and then murmured a goodnight and stumbled to the fireplace. She turned around and crooked a finger seductively at Justin before disappearing into the floo network.

Justin leaped off the couch and followed Amelia through the flames with a whoop of "Yeehaw, I'm getting some tonight!"

David laughed and glanced at the clock. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "I told Natalie that I would be home an hour ago! Sorry to ditch the party as well, but you know the wife…" he disapperated out of the living room with a shrug.

"Okay, it's 1:20. Angie, please take Katie home because I'm afraid she might try to claw my eyes out if I let my guard down." He ignored Katie's rude gesture, and sent a silent thank you to Amelia for sidetracking everyone from the memory of that night.

Angelina stood and motioned to Katie. "C'mon, babes, let's go. We'll pick Alicia up on our way home and you can tell us all about your drunken adventures that you failed to mention while we were in school."

"That was the only one!" Katie protested.

"Yea, but I want details. I want to know how Genghis Wood kisses." She flashed Oliver a pale grin that contrasted wonderfully with her dark skin. Oliver rolled his eyes and waved good-bye to his best friends from school. They left with Katie still protesting that she wanted to sleep. Leo and Matt stood and grinned at Oliver.

"The entertainment left, we're out…unless you have firewhiskey in that sad excuse for a kitchen over there." Leo hinted with a cheeky grin.

Oliver laughed and went to get the common wizard drink.

so yea...that was chappy 3...hope you liked. nitpick, edit, etc. also: if anyone is able to spare some of their precious summer time for me to bounce some idea's off of, tell me. loves to y'all...now review.