(Katie/Oliver)

By KristyT23

"Katie, I had a really great time tonight," Dan told her.

"Yeah. Me too," Katie replied, blushing.

The two had just returned from the Daily Prophet's Annual Valentine's Day Party. He was also a fellow writer for the Quidditch section, and finally had the courage to ask Katie out.

"Goodnight." Dan embraced her, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Night," Katie said as she smiled sweetly. Katie happily took the bouquet of flowers that he got her, and put them in a glass vase on her kitchen table.

Katie sighed. The lavender roses were beautiful, they even matched her dress.

It had been forever since a guy last got her flowers. It had been forever since he got her flowers. Maybe, she was finally getting over him. It had been about a month since she saw him last. Three weeks since she received the breakup letter.

Katie plopped herself on the couch, and poured herself a glass of wine. She felt accomplished. It was the first time she went out with a guy, and felt normal. There were no fan girls all over Dan and he didn't get urgent owls in the middle of dinner. Dan danced with her. He on the other hand, would only dance if Katie asked him to. She took a sip of her wine, satisfied of how the date went.

Then, she began to cry. She cried out of joy. She finally felt free of him. Him, and the lifestyle that sometimes felt like such a burden. But then, she sobbed harder. Her mind was able to forget him, but her heart was still in love with him. In love with his obsession with Quidditch. In love with how his hair looked when he woke up. In love with his courageous spirit. A knock at the door. A wretched Katie answered it.

The tall Quidditch player stood outside, with a package under his arm.

"I'm really not in the mood for this Oliver," Katie answered, distressed.

"I really never got to explain," Oliver said. "Is this a bad time?"

"Explain what? You broke up with me through a letter for Merlin's sake.

That explains everything perfectly!" Katie yelled at him, trying to fight the tears falling down her cheeks. "I mean, you just could of said it to my face!"

"Katie, let me speak for a second! I broke up with you because I felt like I wasn't making you happy. I mean really, I'm always gone because of Quidditch. The paparazzi was always stalking you..."

"It didn't bother me that much. Don't you think if I didn't like your lifestyle, I would of broken up with you ages ago?!" Katie rebutted.

The intense silence lasted for a few seconds.

"Well Katie, Happy Valentine's Day," Oliver said gloomily as he handed her the package. "And I'm sorry about everything."

He stood still, just staring into Katie's tear-filled eyes. Oliver then did the unimaginable. He kissed her. And for those five seconds, Katie felt complete.

"Sorry…." Oliver stumbled.

Katie kissed him again. Surprised by her own actions, she quickly broke away.

"Goodnight," Katie said, shocked.

She slammed the door in his face, and chucked the package on her messy coffee table. She poured herself another glass of wine, and stared at the package on the table. After a couple of drinks, she decided to open it. It was a box of chocolates. On top, was a pink envelope tied to the package with a pink ribbon. She slowly opened it, afraid of what it could say.

Dear Katie,

I love you…

Katie crumbled the paper up in her hand and threw it into fireplace. She sat there, drinking wine, and eating the chocolates one by one, watching his words burn in the flames.