Kat sat in the corner of the library surrounded with books and random papers. Her eyes flew back and forth across each page, only looking up to scribble a quick note down on a piece of paper. She snuck a glance at the clock. The big clock read seven o'clock on the dot.

'Where is he?' she thought to herself. Two hours ago she had arrived at the library expecting Cedric to be waiting for her. She was bitterly disappointed when she saw that no one was there. Thinking he got a little side-tracked, she began to research for him. She tore her eyes away from the clock- realizing that she was glaring- and went back to her book. The ticking of the clock pounded in her head as she did her best to concentrate on the many pages in front of her about dragons. She threw her quill down in frustration and put her head in her hands.

Tick Tick Tick Tick

'I will murder that clock' Kat began to think of many diabolical ways to rid of the demon on the wall that seemed to be mocking her. She was snapped out of her revenge schemes when she heard the doors open. Her head snapped up and her expression brightened when she saw Cedric entering. That was until another figure entered closely behind him. Kat squinted to see exactly who that person was, 'You've got to be kidding me' she groaned to herself. She quickly plastered a smile on her face as they approached her.

"Kat," Cedric smiled, "How is the research?" Kat looked at him like he had grown another head.

"How's the research?" she repeated in a disgusted tone. She closed the book slowly in front of her, "I've been here for two hours Cedric and I don't know if this has gone through your thick skull, but I'm NOT THE ONE IN THE TOURNAMENT. YOU ARE!" Cedric looked slightly taken aback, but met her gaze.

"Sorry, I ran into Cho and-" he tried to explain.

"Yeah, I know, you guys started snogging each other senseless, and you got distracted." Kat spat back. Cho turned red at her outburst, glaring slightly at Kat. Cedric and Kat stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, "Forget it," Kat said finally, not breaking eye contact, "Here, I took notes on all I could find," she paused, shoving the papers into his chest, "You're on your own," Cedric opened his mouth to apologize, feeling horrible about his friends hurt expression. He reached out and put his hand on his shoulder as tears began to fall down her face. Kat jumped back as if his hand was a poisonous snake. It was now Cedrics turn to have the hurt expression. Kat wiped her face quickly, grabbed her bag, and rushed out of the library without another word.

"Moody," Cho said, watching Kat retreating figure. Cedric glared at her, but then slumped down into the chair in front of him, putting his head in his hands. He let out a deep sigh as billions of thoughts flew around in his head. He tensed as he felt Cho's hand on his back, "Don't let her get to you Cedric. Shes just in a right foul mood."

"Cho," Cedric growled, "I think you should leave," he didn't move from his current position, not even bothering to look at his girlfriend. She removed her hand and pouted. Realizing that this had no effect on him, she quickly stormed out of the room. He looked up at the ceiling once she was gone, "Bloody hell, Liam. This would've been so much easier if you were here." He mumbled. Cedric looked down at the papers in front of him. He chuckled as he read over her persnickety notes, "She always was a perfectionist." He inwardly groaned out of frustration, "and she's so bloody sensitive."

Kat threw her bag down on the grass of the quidditch pitch. Her ivory broom was gripped tight in her hand. She quickly straddled the broom and shot into the sky. She hovered over the pitch. "Stop bloody crying," she growled to herself. She looked over the grounds smiling at the sunset in the background. Kats brow furrowed as she heard a slight buzzing noise. Before she could figure out what it was, an object crashed through her broom. She began hurdling toward the ground. She braced herself for impact, squeezing her eyes closed, tightly. After a few minutes, Kat realized that the impact still hadn't come. She cautiously opened one eye to see her hovering over the ground. She turned her head upward and saw Oliver holding onto her. He gently lowered down to the ground and quickly got off his broom with a mortified look on his face.

"Are you alright?" he asked putting a hand to her head, making sure there were no gashes. Kat nodded and looked around. She saw a small pile of white in the middle of the field. She groaned, immediately startling Oliver, "Whats wrong?" he asked.

"My broom," she sighed, pointing to the broken heap of wood. Olivers expression softened and he let out a small laugh, "What hit me?" she asked.

"That would be my fault," Fred said, running up from behind her, "I am sooo sorry, we were practicing and well I didn't know you were there," George arrived at his side.

"He hit the bludger before I could say anything," George added.

"You hit a bloody bludger at me?" Kat said surprised. Oliver simply nodded, "There's no Quidditch Cup this year," she paused, "You do know that right?" Oliver smiled faintly.

"I have to stay in shape," he replied, "I'm going to Puddlemore after this year." Kat took a second to process this and then hugged him.

"Congratulations," she giggled. Oliver smiled, but pulled back.

"Your face is wet," he whispered, so the twins wouldn't hear him. Kats face fell and she released him, "Hey guys could you give us a minute?" The twins took the hint and left, not without Fred winking at the pair first, "What happened?" he said once the boys were out of sight.

"It's nothing," Kat lied, refusing to make eye contact.

"If it was nothing than you wouldn't have been crying," he said unconvinced. Kat looked at him and then sighed.

"Cedric was just being an arse," she replied. Oliver balled up his fists.

"Did he hit you?" he asked, "What did he do?" Kat grabbed his hand.

"He didn't hurt me," she reassured. Oliver didn't relax, "We just had an argument."

"What about?" he asked, attempting to mollify himself.

"He was supposed to meet me in the library so we could research for the first task," she explained, "But he didn't show for a good two hours. So I did the research and it was," she paused, "stupid." Kat looked at the ground. Oliver's hand relaxed and he intertwined his fingers with hers. He didn't say anything, but just looked at her, "It's getting dark," she said blushing, "We should probably head in."

"Okay," he slowly turned and began walking back to the castle. Kat didn't know why but she felt at ease in his presence, "So are you sure that you feel alright?"

'Moment gone," she smiled to herself.

"I'm fine Oliver. So, when did you find out about Puddlemore?" she asked changing the subject.

"This morning," he smiled, "Why?"

"I'm still waiting to hear from them," she smiled. She hesitantly put her head on his shoulder and they walked in silence, "Oliver?"

"hmm?"

"Thanks," she said, "You know for the whole saving me from my doom thing." Oliver chuckled.

"No problem," he smiled down at her. She mentally slapped herself for blushing so much, "Just lets try not to make you almost dying a regular thing." Kat laughed.

"I'll be sure to work on that."