Hi Guys, I thought that katie and Oliver really needed a story based around this song, so I wrote one, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don't forget to review!

Oh, yeah I need a disclaimer.

Not mine.

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The Many Girlfriends of Oliver Wood

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesn't get your humour like I do

-Katie's POV-

You could hear them from across the common room, arguing again, Oliver and his latest girlfriend. She was blonde, 4th year, like Oliver. I wish they'd stop; I hate it when people argue.

"Well you shouldn't have said it then!" she shouted at him,

"Emma, I'm sorry, ok?"

"Yeah, well you should have thought about that at the time! We're through!" and she stormed off, leaving Oliver staring after her.

The rest of the common room, including myself had been listening, you could feel everyone listening. Oliver looked around the room, blushing. He spotted me in the corner and slowly walked over,

"Hi Katie, er how you been?" he asked awkwardly

"I'm fine." I told my very best friend, we'd grown up together and he'd become my big brother, always looking out for me, the youngest Gryffindor.

This was my first year and everyone was so much bigger than I was. The whole castle was huge and I was always getting lost.

"Uh, why are girls so frustrating Katie?" Oliver asked me a few days later,

"Huh? I don't know, probably the same reason boys are so annoying" I told him,

"I mean, I was just trying to make her laugh and she blows up in my face. What did I do wrong Katie?"

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do

I watched him date many girls at Hogwarts, he wasn't a player, they just weren't right for him. He was like the prince in that story; the one who was looking for the perfect princess but couldn't find 'the one' until she knocked on his door in the middle of a storm.

I am sat alone in the empty common room, to fight the silence I turn on the radio. The Syron Sisters are playing my ultimate favourite song. I start to sing along to the words and the common room door opens up and Oliver and his newest girlfriend come through, she's giggling at something he's said and he's grinning like a maniac and my stomach tightens. I don't remember when I started seeing Oliver as something more than a friend, but halfway through my 3rd year I realised that I had a very large crush on my oldest and very best friend. She tossed her black hair over her shoulder, laughs at him again and kisses his cheek. Then as if she's just noticed something, she looks around the room, I turn around quickly, not wanting to seem as though I was watching them, even if I was.

She spots me and says something to Oliver.

"Hey, Katie? Would you mind changing the song over? Jess' hates this song,"

Blushing, I nod and turn over to a different channel.

"Thanks"

His girlfriend giggles one last time, and pecks his cheek again.

"Thank-you for the wonderful time tonight Oliver," smiling, she flicks her hair once again and runs up the stairs to her dorm.

Oliver watches after her for a few seconds and then turns around as if remembering that I'm in the room, he walks over to where I'm still sat, struggling to write my charms essay.

"Hey, what you doing up so late?" he asks sitting in one of the many empty chairs dotted around the room.

"Just charms," I told him,

"When does it have to be in?"

"Wednesday."

"What's the problem?" he asks, "You've got plenty of time to do it, like tomorrow. You shouldn't be staying up this late, you've got practise in the morning."

"Yeah I know! Some crazed quidditch captain keeps giving me pointless early morning practices. I'm barely getting enough sleep as it is! Oh, and you should know that Wednesday is tomorrow."

"Oh, well sorry, no-can-do."

I hit his arm, "You kidding? Change the practices, then I could sleep!"

"What and miss your morning hair? Besides, I thought you loved seeing me first thing in the morning."

I blush; it's a scarily accurate statement.

"What do you mean?" she yells at him, "Just because you've got a place in Puddlemere United doesn't mean we should break up!"

Oliver tries to protest, but she shouts him down,

"No, I'm your girlfriend; I should mean more to you than your stupid infatuation with a game! I repeat, a game! If I'm not that important to you, then you're right, we should break up."

She marches away before he can say anything else. We're at the graduation, Oliver's. I'm still sat down, I daren't get in the way of an argument.

"She just doesn't understand Oliver," I whisper silently, his mad infatuation, it's more than a game to him. His father died in the First War*, a hero, but that didn't help pay the bills. His mother worked in Flourish and Blotts to make ends meet. Oliver knew that professional quidditch players were paid well, so he had to be the best, that way he could provide for his mother. Only, everyone else just thought he was obsessed.

But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

The crowds were huge, I could easily have gotten lost, never mind being 17. This was Oliver's first game as an actual player on the team instead of being a reserve, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

"Hi, Katie!" I turned around to see Oliver stood there, his arm draped around a beautiful red-haired woman, she was wearing one of the shortest skirts I'd ever seen on a living person. I felt awkward stood there, me in my Puddlemere United t-shirt and converses, her in that skirt and heels, all dressed up and Oliver in his uniform, looking amazingly hot. He'd invited me to the game when he'd come to visit me in St Mungo's last week. I wasn't really supposed to be going to anything exciting, my therapist had told me. I told her that there was no-way I was going to miss Oliver's first real game, so she'd had to give in to my demands, but I wasn't allowed to 'go crazy' as she put it.

It was really awkward being in a box with Oliver's energetic girlfriend, every time he saved a goal she'd jump up and down. I was surprised she could walk in those heels, let alone jump. I wished that I could that; cheer, let Oliver that I was cheering him on, life wasn't fair. Instead, I was stuck, the only thing I was allowed to do was clap, and shout occasionally, stupid necklace. Why me?

They won the game, I was so happy, euphoric. The red-head and I went down to the player's changing rooms, well, she ran and I followed, slowly.

I got there in just enough time to see Oliver passionately embrace his girlfriend and my heart broke in two. I didn't want to disturb them or embarrass myself, so I went back to the hospital, alone.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
You belong with me

I tried to convince myself that it was all ok, Oliver was my best friend, but he was also male. I'd no reason to presume that I was anything more than his almost-little-sister, and oldest friend. It still hurt though. I thought about him all that night, the times I'd had to rescue him from giving up after we lost a quidditch match, the times when he and whichever-girlfriend-he'd-had-at-the-time-had broken-up and the times when he worried about his mum. Through everything and I'd been the one there to help him. Always.

Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself
Hey isn't this easy?

"Hey, Katie?" he said to me one day whilst he was sat at my bedside in 'Mungo's, "What you gonna do now?"

I looked up from the pictures he'd brought with him this time. He usually brought something each time he visited, nothing expensive and usually something that would help me get through the agonising days of boredom.

"What do you mean?"

He looked sheepish for a second, and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well actually I was wondering if you wanted to share a flat with me, it's just that living alone takes its toll and you probably don't want to live with your parents now that you've graduated, so I was wondering if you wanted to share a flat. I'm sure your dad wouldn't mind, I'm an old family and everything."

I just stared at him for a few seconds in shock. Live with Oliver? Just the two of us? Yes please!

"Yeah, sure. I'll just have to get a job first, then I can help with the rent."

He grinned, "Come on, I talked to the Healer in charge and he said that you could be discharged early since you're doing so well."

"And you didn't tell me!" I yelled grinning like a Cheshire cat, and I hit his arm.

"Ouch!" he laughed, "Come on let's celebrate."

We walked down the street, Oliver had bought us both an ice-cream from the van just outside the park. The guy selling ice-creams had given Oliver a funny look when he'd tried to pay with sickles.

"Oliver!" I hissed, "Muggle money!"

"Oh, yeah, er, sorry." He paid the money and we left the guy standing there, staring after us like we were nuts. We entered the park and found a bench to sit on.

"So, how's England's best quidditch team?" I asked between mouthfuls of ice-cream.

"It's great," he enthused

"What? Better than your old quidditch team?" I smiled,

"Yeah, far!" he said, trying to be serious.

I gaped at him, "You…" I couldn't even finish.

"Yeah, especially the chasers. I can't think why I didn't pick good ones for my team!" he was smiling by now, and still not looking at me, merrily eating away at his ice-cream.

"There was always that one chaser, I don't know why I put her on the team. Must have been favouritism, I suppose."

"I'm the best chaser you've ever known!" I told him, fuming.

"I should have chosen McLaggen,** he was much better" he continued, smiling, then stole a look at my outraged face from the corner of his eye.

"You just compared me to that…that… that…!" I couldn't finish, Oliver was sat there laughing his head off at my attempt to speak, while I wrestled with my vocabulary, trying to find the right word to describe McLaggen.

"Right," I said finally, "if you think that's so funny!"

I dumped the rest of my ice-cream on his lap, he almost stopped laughing, almost.

"Katie!" he whined, still smiling, I stood there laughing at him, he looked ridiculous. "These are my best jeans!"

"Don't lie to me, they're the most worn-out jeans I've ever seen!" I said, with a new eruption of giggles at the sight of him stood there, ice-cream smeared across his jeans.

"So you think its funny do you?" he asked, revenge dancing in his eyes. I nodded and he came towards me, the rest of his ice-cream in his hand. I stood up quickly,

"No, Oliver, please, no, I just got out of hospital." I begged, he came at me quickly but unfortunately for him, my chaser reflexes kicked in, I knocked it backwards, towards him, splattering it down his t-shirt.

"Bell!" he thundered. I laughed at him, stood there, ice-cream all over his clothing, "Right, that's it!"

I tried to run, but my giggling had left me weak and defenceless. He grabbed me into a bear-hug, I laughed even though I now had ice-cream smeared across my front now as well. I looked up into his face, he was grinning, but he'd somehow managed to get a blob of ice-cream on the very end of his nose. I burst into giggles again, laughing so hard it hurt. He grinned at me,

"I love your laugh, it's beautiful."

And my heart jumped.

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