A/N: Bold is flashback and Italic is POV and thats thats...Happy New year!

Really though I sorry for the hold up. I had this chapter but I lost then found it. Tahnk god it didn't end up lost somewhere unnamed. Please read and review..thanks.

(MPOV)

I washed my the cut that made me grimace everytime I caught myself looking at it. The pure reflection it self looked mangled and rusted. Googling the water in my mouth I spat.

" Im sorry," she held her hand out.

"I need to do something about my hair."

Fustrated with myself, I slam the mirror door close. I should of took her hand. She offered it. Too weak at the moment I suppose...to proud maybe even. Then like a hit of cold air I remember her touch. Like a kiss almost gentle and ...no but yes. Should of kissed her-and then what? Confuse the girl?

Maybe "Im sorry" meant she was excusing Malfoy's actions-maybe "I'm sorry" meant it'll never happen-with me and her..at least not now.

(APOV)

He surprised me today. Fred kissed me softly like he used to-you know before. I was and still am surprised he didn't ask me about last night.

How could I have forgotten? Too many things on my mind. I should of...Oliver-damn. I was messing up. Was he my subsitute? My dirty rag I'll disperse later rise...use again maybe later on?

"Hey."

His voice is like an angel.

"Hello."

I kiss his lips. I pull back I sense a feeling I can't explain. Somethings not right. He takes my hand and squeezes it again. I'm imagining this. He kisses my hand smiling.

I sigh.

Oliver meets my eyes. His chocolate eyes are filled with malice. I look back his expression has changed to a very detemined scowl.

(OPOV)

I lower my eyes on their hands. Fred is griping her hand for his life. Then I almost gag. His lips -her lips are both red. Like her's and mine were.

"Everyone start with three laps around the field," my voice is strong.They do as they are told and start. I'm buring with rage but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. The way her hair moves in the jaunty wind. How she smiles without a care.

I tell Fred and George to practice with the quaffle along with Alicia. They're doing horrible. This is not the play I remember.

"Fred-George-Alicia concentrate!"

This goes on for about thirty minutes. I FIND IT! The weakest link.

"Fred! Your slacking off! This isn't third year stop fumbbling the quaffle! Now do it again!"

Everyone is quiet except for Angelinina. She's boiling under her skin. She's trying to hold it in...she can't. I can't help but laugh eternally. Her pretty face is angry..good.

"Johnson, is there a problem?" She glares at me. " I said.." I walk close to her my breath in on her im taking in her sweet scent..." is there a problem-"

"I heard what you said."she bites.

"Nothing at all to say?" she's silent for now. "Now then, do the drills I told you to do with Katie. Your boyfriend has his own problems."

She looked like she wanted to kill me. "Fred! Hold it firmer!"

At the end of practice Fred still didn't get it down. I stormed into my office. Angelina follwed up behind me. She slammed the door.

"What the hell was that?"

"Coaching maybe."

"You humilated Fred and I"

"I didn't do anything!"

"You basically hounded Fred out there."

I take a seat and I look up at her. "Just because he's your boyfriend I'm supposed to treat his special? No I'm not." I am..

"Special?" she leans over my desk. Her face said: 'I saw you watching us. Saw your face ink with hate for the love that was planted on his lips.' But her lips said: "Im not asking you to treat him with "special" treatment."

"Then what are you asking?" I said. "To pretend it never happened-we never happened?"

"Yes," she says. I touch her hand softly. I feel chills on her skin. Her words mean nothing. She pulls her hand away. She watches me stand. I touch her face but she turns away from me as if it burns. Then she walks away out the door..out my life.

I run after her and she turns around sadden and hurt.

"Oliver don't..."

I kiss her anyway. She breaks from her chains and kisses me with no bounderies.

(APOV)

What makes him do this to me? He's hurting me..no girl should have to choose. He's like Fred. Only he's better. But I can't do this.

(OPOV)

She pulls away buttons her shirt and runs away. I curse and enter my office.

Foolish girl...pretty girl.

"That's not true! I do care!"

"I'd like to see you prove it."

I kissed her at the time I didn't know what I was doing until I felt her breath on mine.

I was jealous! I hated Fred third year, He had nothing-but everything since he had her.

I felt eyes on us. I hope to make them feel the same way I do when I look at Fred. Show them I love her...even more than Katie. Forgive me Katie.

I kiss her forehead, hugging her protectivly.

"We lost...they won again."

I sigh. "I know. We'll win the other one. I promise."

She pulls away and kisses my cheek. I hear her curse under her breath.

"I have to go.'

"Where are you going?"

"Fred and I are..." She went on but I stop listening after 'Fred and I.'

"Bye Oliver."

"Bye," I leaned against the cobblestone wall. Shot down like a bird like my chances. I would eventually lose her. I could try. Like a bat outta hell I'd try.

(KPOV)

I sat there picking the grass. A little worm sprung from the gorund intertwining in the muddy pool. A chilling breeze tickled the tree I watched them sway.

I watched them hug.

I watched them kiss.

I watched him long to be with her.

I saw them...again.

Mud caked the bottom of my quidditch shoes. A worm began to crawl on my boot. I let it be it wasn't bothering anyone. He looked over here thought he saw something. His face said Katie? His thoughts said stranger.

She ran passed me stopping to look back at me. Maybe to tell me something. She looked like she wanted to tell me something. She's lucky. I envy her. Oliver was mine. She could tell liked him. Couldn't she tell I loved him?

He used to spend time with me. Mainly we'd talk about things. I told him things I'd never tell anyone. Told him the brusies I claimed over Christmas break weren't from me practicing on my plays but by someone I love. They loved me enough to hurt me.

He's a sick drunk. He cries sometimes-most of the time over mom. Saying why'd she leave without taking me with her. He tells me this as he beats me. He can't stand it when I cry..he has to stop poor papa.

I'll visit him this Christmas. Im writing him, papa a letter. He never writes back. He never missed me none anyway.

Olive'rs safe inside good he doesn't need to see me brusie myself.

"Need to be perfect... need to do well for Oliver to notice."

Practice ... it never makes perfect.

The large stadium roars with cheers of Slytherin and Gryffindor suppoters. The weather us cool and the skies are deep blue. Over by you can hear Oliver giving a prep talk to his teammates.

"I've seen some progress in you all. This is it the match Slytherin's team is pretty well but with our fine Beaters,Seekers's and Chaser's we'll be doing double of what Slytherin can do."

(APOV)

I'm shaking. I'm not listening why should I? It's the same god damned speech anyway.

Breathe.

I'ts nothing . I've done worse. Looking around the group I notice Katie..she's determined..and different. Her hands are slightly shaking-she's trying to focus.

I guess I'm not the only one.

We're walking on the Qudditch Pitch. Madame Hootch broad shoulders levels with ours as we mountour brooms.

"On three," her voice speaks.

I'm focused.

"Three!" she says catching my off guard. I need to concentrate.

(FPOV)

I've been slacking lately. Ny games not up. I wanted to give a swift kick in the balls for getting on me like that. Alicia was moving slower than I. Katie is shaking am I the only one that noticed?

On field.

Whistle.

"Three!"

Wack! I hit the quaffle. Silly Montague!

(KPOV)

Im shaking I can't control myself. GOD- get a fucking grip Katherin! I want to slap myself. Im foolish-Im stupid-just nervous. Chin up head up this time. Don't let Oliver see me like this..not before the game.

(OPOV)

Harry is close to the snitch with Malfoy on his tail buying time.

Catch the damn thing.

Wack! Stupid quaffle.thank you ..err Fred.

(MPOV)

I can't believe it. She's good. Like a goddess with wings. No! no...no spinning like a schreeching banshee. It's coiming to knock the goddess down. This is no stray but trap. I look around- I see a blonde girl she's shaking. WATCH ME!!! She screams without yelling you can tell with looking. "Watch this" ...damn it's coming towards my love-Angel.

(FPOV)

We're doing amazing. I laugh, never thought I could say that.

Duck! Close one almost knocked me over. That's when I see it I try to yell.

"AAnge-!"...I choke on air.

(APOV)

Catch a breath in my lungs. Im hit. Loose like jelly the broom slips from my cold nimble fingers. I can barely breathe. Barely move my lips to thank him. I'm falling faster. My eyes flutter. Just in time to see him smile.

Passing out in his arms I thought I heard him say something.

"I got you"

ahh yes...that's what he said.

(MPOV)

Her ribs are broken. We're falling five feet per second in reallity. But times stands still.

I hear Potter's got the snitch we lose...too bad.

"I love you" I whisper falling into her beautiful pitts os hell again.

A/N: sorry...but it's here tell me what you think.