A/N: This one shot is written for the monthly one-shot competition, the 25 days of Christmas competition and the Ultimate Shipping Extravaganza Challenge. I used the prompt ice-skating for 25 days and crush for the monthly one-shot competition. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A knock was heard on Katie Bell's door a few days before Christmas. She had just joined the Puddlemere United team and was trying to relax before practice started after the holidays were over. It wasn't often when she had free time anymore.

She stood up and opened the door. She was surprised when she saw Oliver Wood grinning at her. He looked shy, but he also looked like he was on a mission. "Oliver, what are you doing here?" Katie asked, reaching over to hug him.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She noted that he held her closer than usual, though she tried to act like the embrace hadn't made her catch her breath. "I wanted to congratulate you for making the team. It looks like we are teammates again! Take my hand…I want to take you somewhere."

Katie eyed Oliver curiously. "Where are we going during this time of the day?" She nodded toward the sky, which was turning darker every second.

Oliver held a hand up in the air. "You'll see. Just trust me," he promised, holding out his hand.

Katie stared at him for a few seconds before she reached for his hand. She tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't have feelings for Oliver now, especially when they were going to be professional teammates. It would get in the way of their work. She couldn't help it though. She secretly had feelings for him, though Angelina and Alicia were the only two who knew.

After reached for his hand, they were twisting through the air. Katie had her eyes closed because she hated the sensations apparation had. It made her dizzy when she watched everything quickly turn through the air. She breathed a sigh of relief when they reached their destination and opened her eyes.

Her eyes widened when she saw an ice skating rink and a big Christmas tree. Katie frowned and turned toward Oliver. "Where are we?" She asked curiously, though she had a feeling she knew. It was a place she had seen in pictures several times before.

"We're at the ice skating rink in New York City. You told me one time how much you would love to go there," Oliver said, grinning shyly. A broad smile appeared on her lips and she rushed forward to hug him.

"Oliver! You didn't have to do that," she said, turning back to look at the ice skating rink. She had wanted to come here ever since she was a child. "And besides, you told me you didn't know how to skate," she said, remembering the rest of the conversation that followed after this confession.

Oliver shrugged sheepishly. "I figured you could teach me. Didn't you skate when you were little?"

Katie wore a dreamy smile while she remembered the times she skated and nodded. "Yeah… I wanted to be a figure skater. My parents wouldn't let me though. They thought it wouldn't be proper." She shook her head. They didn't think Quidditch was proper either, though she still played despite their disapproval.

She held his hand and started looking around for the place where they could order their skates.

"I wear size five," Katie told the person behind the counter after she looked at the feet measurements. Oliver looked up at her and nudged her slightly.

"You have tiny feet," he commented, raising an eyebrow at her and smirking slightly.

Katie shoved him back playfully. "I'd rather have tiny feet than big feet," she retorted, while pretending to glare at his feet. Oliver pretended to look hurt at her comment, but his expression returned to normal as he got his pair and paid for their skates. Katie started to protest when he paid, but Oliver wouldn't hear of it so she found a spot for them to put their skates on.

When they finally put their skates on she stood up and started walking slowly toward the rink. Katie was feeling nervous about teaching Oliver how to skate. Skating came naturally to her, though she didn't think she would be able to teach him as well as he had taught her Quidditch in her second year. She swallowed nervously as they stood at the edge of the rink.

"So, do you know any of the basics at all?" She asked, feeling shy for some reason. She glanced over at Oliver only to see him shake his head as he smiled and looked at her expectingly.

Katie reached for his hand as they walked onto the ice. She couldn't help but smile softly as he stumbled a little when they were on the smooth surface. She figured Oliver would pick up on this easily though; he was a natural at most sports.

"Well first you just put one foot in front of the other like this," she instructed, letting her feet glide on the ice a little. "And you move as if you are walking…" She watched as Oliver started to move forward. At first he made a few feeble attempts and held onto her hand tightly. After a few moments of practice he had actually managed to stand and skate a little smoother.

Katie beamed when she saw he was already getting better. "There you go… you are a natural," she said lightly. "Are you ready to skate on your own yet?" She asked.

Oliver hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded and slowly let go of her hand. "There's not much to this, unlike Quidditch," Oliver noted as he skated slowly.

Katie chuckled lightly and shook her head. "No…ice skating basics are easier to pick up on. But you probably won't be able to do anything like this for awhile-" She cut herself off and began skating fast before leaping in the air and landing on the ice in a twirl.

When she turned to face Oliver again, she saw an impressed expression on his face. "No, I definitely will not be doing that today at least," he answered honestly. "That was bloody wicked though," he said as he moved toward her.

Katie felt herself turning red at his words. "Thanks," she answered as he joined her side again.

They made their way around the rink a couple of times in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was a nice one. Katie couldn't help but feel as if there was another reason for why Oliver brought her here. Her suspicions continued to grow, and she took his hand and stood in front of him to stop him from falling in surprise.

"Oliver," she began to say.

"Katie," Oliver answered. The corners of his mouth started to twitch upwards in amusement.

Katie didn't blink an eye before she started talking again. "We've always been able to be honest with each other…why did you really take me here?" she asked, looking deep into his eyes.

Oliver widened his eyes in surprise as he grew quiet. He ran a hand through his hair before letting out a sigh. "Well…I wanted to congratulate you on making the team," he said, avoiding her eyes.

Katie crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Is that the whole reason?" She asked skeptically.

Oliver stared at something behind her head and started skating forward. "It's cold out here… they have hot chocolate, I can go get us some."

"Oliver Wood!" Katie tried to grab his hand to stop him, but he managed to get away from her quickly. She still managed to catch up to him before he got too far though.

"Oliver…Oliver, answer me. Please." Katie's voice was calm, and she tried to keep her expression gentle. She didn't want to scare him off before he answered. The fact that he had tried to get away from her confirmed that he was hiding something from her. And she didn't like it. They weren't close friends, but she still liked to think that they could tell each other anything otherwise.

She held her breath as Oliver finally seemed to have gathered the courage to meet her eyes. People skated around them and some tossed glares their way, but she didn't care. She just wanted to know what was up with her friend.

Oliver reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind her ears. She felt warm from his touch even though he was wearing mittens. "I remember the first time we met," Oliver began to say softly. "You were always happier flying. You were a natural and I knew you would be a fine addition to our team."

Katie stared at Oliver, though she remained silent. She tried to encourage him to go on with her eyes.

Oliver turned red and chuckled softly. "I was right about you… you were fantastic. I loved watching you fly. I was glad when we first became friends. I-" he coughed and cleared his throat nervously a couple of times. "Basically, what I'm trying to say is…Merlin! I can play Quidditch in front of thousands of people…but talking to one girl turns me into a blubbering idiot." He laughed and shook his head.

Katie caught his hand and turned his face toward her slightly. "I don't think you are a blubbering idiot," she told him honestly.

Her words seemed to have caught him off guard as he stared at her in surprise. He moved forward and wrapped his hands around her waist before pulling her close.

Katie was about to open her mouth ask him what was going on. Before she could, he lowered his head and kissed her deeply. The movement stunned her and made her heart start racing. She quickly reacted and pulled herself closer to him before returning the kiss deeply. She tried to put every emotion she felt toward him into that kiss. When they pulled apart, she kept her eyes closed and leaned her head against his forehead.

"I like you," Oliver whispered quietly. "I like you a lot. I think I always have."

Katie smiled and kissed him softly again and quietly ran a hand through his hair. "I like you too, Oliver Wood. I always hoped you did." she said teasingly.

Oliver wrapped his arms around her hugged her. "I was being serious about that hot chocolate," he said seriously after a few minutes. "It's bloody cold here."

"You can't even stop thinking about your stomach at a moment like this?" She giggled lightly before pushing his hat down past his eyes. She turned around and skated toward the hot chocolate stand before he could react.

A/N: I don't normally leave open ended endings, but I decided to this time. This is my first Katie/Oliver oneshot.