Chapter 2

I was shocked. Surprised. Absolutely flabbergasted. But there, in front of me, was THE Oliver Wood, nervously running his hands through his hair as he waited for my response.

"Um..sure.."I croaked out.

Oliver was actually acknowledging me outside of Quidditch practice?

"okay then, let's be on our way." He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, actually looking excited.

"Wait...wait. Something's wrong." The happy expression faded into a nervous grimace.

I slowly circled him, and then I grabbed his tie and yanked it so his face lowered to mine. I heard a sharp intake of breath. I know what you are thinking you sick puppies. I was checking his neckline for a seam, because that would mean he was wearing a mask, because someone had obviously kidnapped Oliver Wood.

Well, there was no mask. So I fired off questions instead. They could be using Polyjuice Potion.

"What's your favorite jam?" He answered strawberry.

"What was your broom's first name?" "Celestina," He replied.

"What girl do you like?" at this, he blushed and muttered something unintelligible, staring down at his feet so intensely he probably didn't need to clip his toenails for another year.

"Wow, I thought your straightforward answer would be Quidditch," I exclaimed.

"Who is it, Ollie? Who? You can tell your best friend, can you?" I continued this while he walked me, stony-faced, to Potions.

"Is she pretty? Is she nice? Have you kissed her? Are you cheating on her by having a sordid affair with your broom? What color are her eyes?" I pressed obsessively.

"Yes, yes, no, absolutely not! Eyes like the ocean on a rainy day...whazzat? I'm corny huh? Well I could just not tell you...?"

"OhMyGod no, Ollie, I'm sorry, you're not corny, you have big Quidditch muscles and you're really scary!"

He stopped, because we were in front of the dungeon door. He leaned down to me, and brushed some of my bangs out of my face. "Kates," he whispered huskily, then left.

I felt lightheaded; dizzy. His warm breath had washed over my face and lingered there with a smell of cinnamon and honey.

Potions was thankfully boring, with not much to concentrate on, so I passed the time by thinking about Oliver. I remembered his husky brogue, that many girls fawned over.

At Quidditch he had once taken off his shirt because of the heat; there were so many girls at the pitch that day it was like an audience at a concert.

Thinking of his rock hard, muscley abs covered in sweat made me blush. Damn, I was behaving like one of Wood's fangirls.

But, I thought, they don't have him walking them to potions do they?

After Potions (I was secretly passing notes with Alicia the whole time so she was informed about the "Oliver Incident", now referred to as OI, and I made a bet with Licia to see if he would walk me to History of Magic, my next class. She bet a galleon he would and I bet 10 sickles he wouldn't. Yeah, I know, I'm cheap.) I was walking out the door when Oliver popped out of nowhere and said, "Can I walk you to History of Magic?"

"Damn boy, you have my whole schedule down! How many years have you been stalking me?" I joked.

Again, he blushed furiously and offered me his arm, like a true gentleman. Alicia smirked at me and said, "a galleon, don't forget," before being swept away by George Weasley.

I made a face at her retreating back and Oliver looked at me funnily. "Never mind, let's go," I said, accepting his arm, with a bunch of girls following us.

So, the whole day he walked to my every class. I actually enjoyed the not quidditch conversations, and he turned out to be a very interesting, very HOT, Scottish man. He sat with me at dinner even.

The whole day he had been acting very mysterious.

I mean, in a lifetime, a hot Scot starts flirting with you nonstop, and what do you do? I have no freaking idea.

After dinner, I went upstairs to think.

I thought.

And thought.

And I came to a conclusion:

I would ask the Twins or Ange and Licia if Oliver showed signs that he really liked me, or had told them anything. Haha, that's it.

I just solved the world's biggest problem. Leave it to me. I'm rambling, aren't I? You know, I always ramble when I'm nervous/excited or I just can't damn wait to see what happens next. You know, this one time—I'm rambling about rambling. Rambling. R-a-m-b-l-i-n-g. Like a ram, with some bling.

Haha. What a funny word.

10 minutes later.

Haha. Haha. The windowpanes are so pretty. I wonder how they did that? I looked outside and saw a team practicing at the pitch.

Oh My God.

Quidditch.

I missed practice.

Oliver will give me a punishment. Damn.

…...Eureka! (like I have just discovered another planet)

Ooooh..Katie has a clever mind. (I don't know if I smoked something but for some reason I'm thinking in third person.) Haha.

I could just smile...wink...act coy...lick my lips seductively...let's see what kind of punishment I'll have now. (Gosh, I am soooo evil. Fred and George would be proud).

Thinking of them gives me a devilish streak, so on goes my really low-cut red spaghetti strap that shows off my arms and my super short denim shorts. Eyeliner and lipgloss. Hair out of it's usual ponytail, voluminous and tousled. I'm so evil. I wonder how Oliver will react...this will be fun. I can see Ange and Licia, their eyes bugging out. So, my mind at ease, I head down to the common room to read a book and wait for Oliver so I can put on my performance.

AN: Thanks Vicky! I forgot the numbers after your name, I think it was 02950? I'm just too lazy to check. You reviewed when others didn't. So review! I even like anonymous ones. And I have yet to get a review for my other story. Basically, if you like this one, you'll like "My Lucky Boxers". Come on. Please?

P.S. I know I make Katie sound like some sort of slut, but trust me, she isn't. She's just trying to weasel her way out of punishment, just teasing Oliver a bit. No flames please! Besides, she even admitted to herself she was evil!