A/N: I'm depressed. Why? Stupid Regional Spelling Bee. I got 4th. Because of the word LABYRINTH. And I knew how to spell it. And like all the words. So yeah. Oh, and when I said it kinda happened, this didn't, clarifying. Here's part II.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Alone on V-Day
Oliver sat there depressed, talking only when talked to. He kept staring, what was the use, though? Even Percy was dancing with 'dear Penelope.' Fred and George had given up trying to cheer him up, they were dancing with Angelina and Alicia; that was the only way to tell them apart. For goodness sake, Marcus Flint, possibly the ugliest boy in Hogwarts, was dancing with a twelve year old. Millicent Bulstrode. Because, apparently, Pansy Parkinson said no because she was dating Draco Malfoy. And Flint managed to sneak her in. An act of actually using his brain, big surprise. He, however, saw many people queuing up to dance with Katie.
Cedric Diggory, tied for first as the unofficial hottest guy in Hogwarts.(He was tied with Oliver.) Then there was Roger Davies. He was third in the unofficial hottest guy in Hogwarts, but said, and was agreed with by the female population, the one with the most visual chiseled features. Always a plus…uhhh or so the girls said. Because Oliver would never admit that. Yeah. I mean, come on, I probably am stronger than him. One word. Quidditch. People he didn't know and didn't think Katie knew.
Suddenly, the D.J.'s voice magically boomed over everything. "Alright guys, this is gonna be the last song, kinda slow for all you couples out there."
Oliver sank down in despair, showing every girl he would say no. He looked up at Katie to see who she was dancing with; who he would probably pick a fight with tomorrow. Actually, he didn't see her anywhere. Weird. Where was she?
"Who're you looking for?" A familiar voice chimed from behind him. It was Katie. "Fred and George weren't kidding? Sorry. You looked…depressed. So…do you want to uhhh dance?"
"Umm…YEAH!" Oliver said just a little too loudly. "Oops. Yeah." He whispered.
Katie giggled as they went off to dance. Fred, looking over Angelina's shoulder, muttered to George as he passed while dancing with Alicia, "Mischief Managed."
THE END
