A/N: When I read back over this, I wasn't quite satisfied with the beginning, but when I tried to rewrite it, I though it was even worse. Once again, there wasn't very much editing done. I was just too excited to get it posted. Thanks soooo much to all those of you who reviewed. It honestly means a lot more than most people would think.
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"In your mind, through your eyes, do you see? It's the fantasy." -30 Seconds to Mars

Dressed in our uniforms, and already hungry for the delicious food that would soon come, we left the train. We couldn't all fit into one carriage, so the girls and I shared one, and the boys shared another. The moment Alicia, Angelina, and I sat down, they attacked.

"So what exactly was going on with you and our quidditch captain, Miss Bell?" Angelina said, smirking. I knew this was coming. What can I say? They like to know things. Not because they're gossip whores or anything. Actually, the only people I've known them to share secrets with is each other. I think they just have to be in the know at all times.

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing. There isn't anything going on with Oliver and I. We're just friends. Teammates." Which was true. Except it felt like I was lying. And I think they knew it.

"So you don't have any feelings for him? None what-so-ever?" Alicia said.

Angelina chimed in, "Because we're your friends and it's our job to know and help with these things." They both nodded in a matter-of-fact sort of way.

I sighed. "I don't know. Really. I mean, we've always been close, and of course I know he's attractive. And sure, I've given thought to what it would be like to date him; you two have, also, and you know it." I figured I might as well tell them everything. "But this is the first time I've really felt something there. You know?" They both nodded, knowingly. I continued, "But seriously. He's my captain. And not to mention over two years older than me. And for all I know, he thinks of me as like a little sister." Come to think of it, I realized that it explained how he treated me perfectly. The protectiveness, the closeness, everything. It wasn't because he had feelings for me. It was because he thought of me as a sister. I inwardly groaned at this realization.

They both shrugged. "Honestly, I think he likes you. And I'm good at sensing these things. And it's early in the year. I'm sure I can get the dirt on it soon," Angelina told me. I told myself I disagreed with her, but deep down, I felt a little hope. And then she changed the subject to another one I wasn't very eager to discuss. "What we need to know now is what exactly you want for your birthday. It's in less than a month, you know." Alicia nodded.

I rolled my eyes. I hate my birthday. For some reason it annoys me. And I also hate it when people ask me what I want. I can never give a good answer. In response, I just shrugged.

I felt the carriage slow to a stop and realized that we I was back. I looked out and saw the great stone castle and smiled. I sure had missed it. The greatest days of my life were lived in there. And I was ready for one great year more.

We all filed into Hogwarts and before long, we were sitting at our house tables impatiently waiting as the first years were sorted into their houses. After what seemed like forever, Dumbledor gave his speech. It turned out that Serius Black was the reason for the dementors. It was a well known fact that he had recently escaped from Azkaban and the dementors were here to add extra security. My eyes landed upon Harry. Although it went unsaid, most of us probably knew that it was mostly for him.

After his speech, Dumbledor said his usual strange words, and our food appeared before us. I helped myself to a giant glob of mashed potatoes and some turkey. I looked over to Fred, who was on my left and noticed that there was very little actual food on his plate, and instead were lots of sweets. I laughed and he stuck his tongue out at me. Boy was I glad to be home.

Across the table, Oliver was ignoring something Percy was saying about responsibility and instead talking to George about something that had to do with (you guess it) quidditch. Something about new plays he had developed over the summer, I believed.

Fred chimed in to the conversation, "Merlin, Wood. Only 5 minutes into the feast and you're already bombarding us with new plays." Oliver made some sarcastic reply, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was too busy noticing the way his eyes got wide when he was talking about quidditch. He really did have gorgeous eyes. They were such a deep, wonderful brown. And when Fred said something funny, he threw his head back in laughter. Then he looked at me. I felt my cheeks get hot, and willed them not to turn bright pink. I didn't look away, though. I couldn't. He smiled his goofy half smile, and if it were a fairy tale, I probably would have swooned.

I forced myself to break eye contact and looked down at my plate. I was already finished with my food. What was happening to me? I couldn't be crushing on him. I couldn't. I told myself again that I was probably like a sister to him and instead tried to focus on the other guys in the Great Hall.

I heard that Lee liked me. He was attractive, I guessed, but I only thought of him as a friend. There was Thomas, that cute Ravenclaw fifth year. Angelina said he had a thing for me last year. My eyes roamed over the rest of the Ravenclaw table. Roger Davies was pretty hot. Would I get in trouble for dating someone on a different quidditch team? Like I cared. I looked over at the Hufflepuff table. There was Alex. He was in my year.

My eyes moved farther down the table and I realized something. Cedric Diggory was looking right at me. As soon as I made eye contact with him, he gave me a smile that would make most of the girls (and some of the boys) at this school jealous. I smiled back. Hmm… he was a sixth year. Only two years above me. He was considered one of the schools most eligible bachelors (a list Wood also made it onto). And he was amazingly gorgeous.

Maybe my little crush on Oliver wouldn't be a problem for very much longer. Surely one of the schools most eligible bachelors would be a great candidate to help me get over him. If, that is, he was interested. I decided to ask Angelina (who was sitting on my right) what the dish on him was, but when I turned to look at her, she was already looking at me with a playfully raised eyebrow.

"You sure bounce back quickly," she said quietly to me. I made a mock confused face, knowing she would see right though it. "That little exchange between you and Diggory. Do you have a thing for quid ditch captains or something?"

I blushed. She laughed. "So what's the deal with him anyways?" I asked.

"The deal? You mean is he available?" I nodded. "As far as I know, he is. And I think he likes you."

I smiled to myself.

It turns out I didn't have to wait for long for him to make his move.

Three days into school and we were already bombarded with homework. I was in the library after dinner working on a paper for potions. There weren't very many people there. Most of them were putting of homework as long as they could. But I knew that if I put it off, it would never get done.

So there I was in the back of the library, leaning over a piece of parchment with books littered across the table. I didn't hear him coming; I was too busy being bored out of my mind by the potions assignment. But I realized he was there when he pulled the chair across from me out and sat down in it. I looked up at him and immediately wished I had fixed up my hair a little more. Wait. What was I thinking. My long, straight, dirty blond hair was the way it always was.

"Hey," he said, simply, and gave me that smile of his again. He was wearing a plain navy blue shirt that made his eyes look even brighter.

I gave my best flirty smile back at him. "Hi." Hi? That's it?

"What have you been up to?" he asked, just as smoothly as you'd expect from one of the school's most eligible bachelors.

"Nothing much. Potions," I replied, motioning to the mess on the table. "How about you?" Could this conversation be any more awkward?

"Pretty much the same… with the work I mean. But you look like you could take a break." Was he offereing to share that break with me. Of course he is, stupid, I though. Great. Now I was insulting myself in my head. I nodded in agreement and he helped me gather my things. After all of my stuff was in my bag, he threw it over his shoulder. I smiled inwardly at that. He was carrying my stuff now. Nice.

We didn't talk until we were out of the library. Then the conversation flowed a lot nicer. Maybe it was just the atmosphere in the library that made it so awkward. What, with Madam Pince always popping out from around corners and 'shh'ing everyone.

We walked aimlessly while talking about our favorite quidditch teams. His favorite was the Wimborn Wasps. A decent team. Not great. But not completely horrible. Mine was the Holyhead Harpies. We also talked about school stuff. But not the lame, boring, why-the-hell-would-you-want-to-talk-about-it school stuff. Instead we laughed about how Prof. Bins always seems like he's about to fall asleep while teaching his own class and how Snape's nostrils flare when he's angry.

Every once in a while our arms would brush, and although we act like we didn't notice, we totally did. And after a while, we were walking so close together that I was rare when our arms didn't touch. He was a cool guy to talk to, to be honest. And I can see why so many girls like him.

We were talking for longer than I realized, and after a while I noticed that all of the glares from the girls we passed in the hall seemed to stop. And then I noticed that it was because there weren't any girls in the hall. I looked down at my watch.

"Oh wow. It's almost curfew," I said, showing him the time.

"Yeah, it is, isn't it. Time flies…" he replied. Was he implying that he had fun? God, Katie. Stop over thinking things. "We should get back to our dorms. I would offer to walk you, but it seems there isn't enough time." I nodded. "We should do this again sometime. Well, the hanging out part. Not the almost breaking curfew part," he jokes. It was official. He was pretty much every girl's fantasy boyfriend.

"Yeah we should."

"So I'll see you around, Katie," he said as he handed me my bag.

I sure hope so.

Final A/N: Review please.(: As always, constructive criticism is welcome. As is flaming, but as always, I don't reply to it.