Okay, so this time I don't have a proper excuse. I admit, I'm lazy. I also kind of forgot about the story for a while. Plus, I started a new one. It's getting there, hopefully I'll be able to post it soon. So I hope you can forgive me!

Disclaimer: …--'…it ain't mine.

Previously:

"Oh, I see how it is. So that's it isn't it." I looked at him in a confused matter.

"You're jealous of her."

"I- I'm what?!" I shrieked.

"You're jealous of her," he repeated calmly.

Well let's just say that Mr. All-High-And-Mighty wasn't so ' all high and mighty' after all.

I turned on my heel and walked hotly out of the hospital wing doors, leaving an unconscious body behind me.

"Stupid, inconsiderate…how could he possibly…absolutely insane…he can just go to hell …idiot…impossible…retarded…!" I muttered under my breath all the way to the Common Room.

"Whoa girl, slow down," Angelina said, pushing me into one of the seats behind us, as she caught up to me.

"That stupid- how could I possibly- what was he thinking- totally impossible-jerk…"

"Katie?" 'Lina said questioning my odd behavior.

"Me? Of her?! Insane…" I said continuing on my little rant.

Ange poked me, nothing happened.

"KATHERINE ANNE BELL!" she hollered at the top of her lungs.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

"What? The Weasley twins tan well?" I said dumbly.

"Well here I thought with such pale skin, they would burn. No you Numbskull! I was trying to get your attention. But you were so caught up in whatever it has gotten you all in a hussy, it seems that your hearing's gone a little haywire."

"Oh…" I replied dumbly, blinking at her rapidly.

"Okay, now calm down, what did he do?"

"Who's he?" I faked stubbornly.

"Give me a break! I'm not as stupid as you may think Katie. Trust me, the only, and I mean only person who could ever get your knickers in this big of a twist is Oliver Wood. So, I ask again; what did he do?"

I glared at her.

"…Say?"

I gave a defeated sigh.

"Dateywezelisover…"I mumbled really fast.

"What?! Okay, Katie honey, try that again, real slow," she said frowning.

I gave a long sigh.

"He said that I was jealous," I said, looking up into her eyes.

"Jealous? Of what?" she said with a puzzled expression.

"Not what, who. And by who, I mean her."

"H- oh Merlin! You mean her- her her? Oh wow! Is he serious?! Has he gone totally bonkers?! Like honestly…I can see where you'r- wait a minute…are you?"she said changing the topic mid-sentence.

"Am I what…?"I said, giving her a quizzical look.

After a few seconds the realization of what she meant dawned on my face.

"Ew! Of course not! Are you freakin' kidding me?! Why would anyone ever possibly be jealous of her?!

"Right, sorry Katie, got a little bit ahead of myself there," she said, quickly recovering from her mental mishap. Yet she still eyed me with a suspicious look…odd…

"Okay, so after he 'falsely' accused you, what did you say?" she asked, adding in very unnecessary air-quotes.

"Well…I didn't know what to say. In fact, I was so pissed I punched him," I answered smugly.

"You punched him?!" she said in disbelief.

"Oh! You finally punched that Montague bastard?!" Alicia cried, coming out of nowhere.

"No, she punched Wood. Now try and keep up, and watch your language," 'Lina snapped.

"Right, sorry. So you punched Wood, eh? What did he do? Make a move?" she said twitching her eyebrows in a suggestive manner which seriously could have sent me running for the toilets if I wasn't so beat.

"No," my eyes narrowed dangerously. But my body couldn't keep up with me. I was so tired I could just feel my lids getting heavier and heavier.

"Yeah, girl you need to get some shut-eye. You look like crap. See if you can squeeze in a few hours before breakfast. We'll come and get before classes start," 'Lina said, both of their faces scrunching up in concern.

"Thanks," I smiled gratefully. Shuffling my feet up to my dorm, I stripped off my Quidditch robes and curled up under the inviting sheets of my bed. The fact that I was still covered in dried up muck and sweat never even occurred to me, I was too exhausted to think. I simply allowed my mind to drift off into a quiet peaceful place…

"Katie?" Honey, wake-up," a voice called from afar.

"Open up the curtains," the same voice whispered hoarsely.

Suddenly there was a burst of light interrupting my sea of blackness.

"Agh!" I cried, raising my arms to shield my eyes from the burning. I tugged on my covers and quickly ducked underneath them.

Then suddenly those were gone too. As the cold air hit me, I curled tighter into a little ball and pulled my pillow over my head. The sound of retreating footsteps and the soft shutting of a door gave me the sweet taste of success.

Sighing in satisfaction, I slowly drifted off into a state of semi-consciousness. In the back of my head I could hear the sound of rushing water soothing me into a deeper state of slumber.

And then, unexpectedly, a warm, well-toned pair of arms lifted me out of my nice squishy spot. You would think that this would have bothered me, but I was so cold without my quilt, that I nestled deeper into the hard, flat chest that was just radiating heat.

"Are you sure about this?" someone whispered.

"No, but it'll definitely work," another voice replied.

"Fine, but it's on both of your heads," the second person muttered.

And then, without explanation, I was instantly emerged in warm water without so much as a splash and then a clunk as I hit the bottom of what a presumed was the bathtub.

Shrieking at the top of my lungs I broke the surface and furiously brushed the water out of my eyes.

Blinking rapidly I could finally see clearly, and low behold, none other than Oliver Wood stood before me.

I saw a flicker of fear flash through his eyes as his brows furrowed in what I could only assume was caution. Although this was quickly followed by his hands rising in surrender, as he backed up ever so slightly.

"That would be our doing," two identical voices said from behind me.

I whirled around to see the Weasleys standing there with a smirk plastered on their face.

I glared at them, but then my face turned into what could only be described as a creepy smile. I saw them exchange looks of anguish.

"Well it's not like you guys were the ones who dumped me in here," I said motioning to the tub.

"Yeah but it was our idea," they said defensively.

"Still, he didn't have to agree," I cocked my head towards Wood.

"I forgive you, and instead, I blame him," I stated.

"What! Unbelievable" he cried in outrage. Stalking off like the little boy he is, he slammed the door behind him.

"Oh great," 'George mumbled under his breath. Following Oliver's lead, they left as well, although without all of the drama.

I smiled, satisfied and proceeded to scrub myself clean, which clearly proved difficult as I still had my clothes on. Sighing, I dragged myself out of the water and commenced the impossible task of removing sopping wet clothing from my sticky skin.

For the next few days I tried my best to avoid Wood at all costs. That is besides the obligated Quidditch practices. Those, of course were mandatory, although I was glad to see that Wood no longer had any intention to beat us into the ground. But still, practices were tough. Not physically, but mentally. If you want to talk about awkward and uncomfortable…having the feeling of someone burning a hole through your head, or avoiding passing you the Quaffle, or having one person purposely take the longest shower ever, while the other sped out of there superbly fast, it was just plain weird.

So that night, I had just finished my half an hour shower. I'd expected to be the only one left, but Ali and 'Lina were sitting on the bench, grinning like a bunch of idiots.

"What?" I snapped.

"Nothing," Ali said slyly, "we just wanted to give you a heads-up. You've got a visitor." She explained. And with a flick of her hair and a twirl of Lina's body, they vanished behind the countless rows of lockers.

Wondering what they meant, I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the change room.

Ha, that's what they meant. None other than Roger Davies stood before me leaning casually against the wall. He had his usual smug look of arrogance plastered on his face. You see, Roger Davies is like the male equivalent of Angelica Swanson. He's a player. The number of times he's snogged some random girl in a broom cupboard probably outdoes the number of times the Twins have pulled a prank. Yeah, I know, he's a total man-whore.

But still, even with his reputation behind him, he was still pretty darn good-looking. And with his impeccable sense of beauty, it was clear that if he wanted you, as a girl, it was a definite compliment. So all those things put aside, who was I to complain?

His head turned towards me as my footsteps echoed through the hall.

"Hey there Kitty," he called out.

"It's Katie," I said, rolling my eyes. Okay, I know I said I wasn't going to complain, but at least get my name right, gosh!

"Oh I know, I was just hoping you were as feisty as a cat, 'because you're certainly as cute as one," he said wagging his eyebrows at me.

Now is that supposed to be a compliment? I'm certainly not saying cats aren't cute, it's just I've always been more of a dog person myself. Weird, considering I'm a witch and all.

Just then, Wood came turning around the corner. It took him a minute to process the scene, but the moment it had registered, his eyes flashed in fury.

Perfect, I thought. The best way to get Oliver wound up was to make him believe that you were 'fraternizing with the enemy.' And clearly, I was still a tad bitter over his last stunt.

"Oh trust me, I can be whatever I want to be, or should I say whatever you want me to be," I said in my most seductive voice, slowly closing up the gap between us.

I could just picture Wood's eyes bulging out in absolute rage. As I predicted, he was beyond pissed as he stalked past us, pushing Davies out of the way.

Unfortunately for him, this forced Davies into me and me into the wall just behind us. Convenient, eh? Pushing his arms out just in time to catch himself before he crushed me, he smiled at how perfectly things had turned out.

And then suddenly he was leaning in toward me, and the next thing I knew he was kissing me with such passion, that I was sure I would suffocate. But still, I didn't protest. I knew if Wood came out and saw this; it would just make him even more livid than before. So instead, I waited it out patiently.

Just as I predicted, Wood came back holding his book of Quidditch plays, and the moment his eyes touched our willing embrace, I could just see the vein popping out the side of his head. Probably too angry to do anything even remotely sensible, he disappeared in a flash.

I slowly pulled away from Roger, pushing him slightly away from me.

"Oh Roger," I began in the most innocent sounding voice I could muster, "I completely forgot, I promised Ali and 'Lina that I would help them with their essays!" I said with a pout.

"Oh, well than maybe we can continue this a little later," he said, recovering quickly.

I flashed him my most winning smile, not wanting to give him an actual answer, and then dashed out of there as fast as I could.

The next morning I woke-up to the sound of a loud pounding on my window.

"BELL!"A voice hollered from outside my window. Whose I could only assume was Oliver's.

"YOU ARE NOW TWENTY MINUTES LATE FOR PRACTICE! IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE NOW, I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE SURE THAT YOU ARE OFF THIS TEAM IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!"

"Oh bloody hell!" I cried, jumping out of bed.

Rushing around like a mad woman, I pulled on my Quidditch uniform, grabbed my broom and flew out the window.

"Why didn't you guys wake me up?" I hissed as I flew by Ali and Lina.

"We did! You said you'd be right down!" Lina murmured back.

"Merlin!" I shouted in disbelief, apparently a little too loudly.

"BELL! You were already late, don't push it! Keep your mouth shut if you want to stay on this team!"

"Prat," I mumbled under my breath.

"I heard that!" he growled.

"Jerk!"

"That too!"

"Super hearing freak!"

"That's it! For every solitary word that comes out of that mouth of yours during this practice, you're spending an extra ten minutes afterwards with me!" he threatened.

"Are you freakin' kidding me!"

"That's fifty minutes already. Do you wanna keep going?"

I swore loudly.

"One hour," he said smugly.

I shut my trap and just glared for the remainder of the practice.

Once he called practice off, I got five looks of pure sympathy thrown in my direction, as the rest of the team headed towards the change rooms.

The extra hour was even worse than I imagined. Talk about impossible drills. His excuse was that he was thinking of having the whole team do them in the practices to come, but he wanted to test them out first. Freaking lying moron…

But after only about half an hour, I couldn't take it anymore. Not bothering to turn around to see his reaction, I flew down to the ground and stomped off the pitch. The good news was that he didn't come after me. The bad news was that I knew hell was coming for me sooner or later.

The rest of the day was horrid. I kept dropping things. More often than usual, I mean. I was so distracted and frustrated that I couldn't help myself.

But when dinner rolled around things got a little better.

I sat down across from the girls, and the first thing they did was apologized for this morning. Of course, I forgave them. There was just no way I could stay mad at them. Not only that, but it wasn't really even their fault anyways.

I turned my head to see Oliver fully glaring down at his plate. I could only imagine how much power would be behind his gaze if it were a laser. Not wanting him to catch me staring, I quickly looked away, only to lock gazes with someone else entirely.

Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain was staring at me. He smiled the most angelic smile I've ever seen, and despite my cloudy mood, I couldn't help but smile back. I saw a pink tinge of embarrassment flow through his cheeks. How cute. Ah well, at least he wasn't a player like Roger.

That's when a first-year came up to me nervously.

"Ummm…Miss Bell?" he said carefully.

"Katie," I corrected him with a smile.

"Katie," he said, a little relieved, "Miss McGonagall just asked me to deliver this message. She says she needs to speak to you immediately after dinner."

"Oh. Well, thanks." I replied. He shuffled off quickly.

The first thing that entered my mind was that I was failing Transfiguration. It was never one of my strong points. But then why wouldn't she just wait until tomorrow to tell me after class? So I ruled that one out quickly.

And then it settled on my family. What if something happened to them? Oh no, was everything okay?

As dinner ended I nervously made my way towards her office. As I reached my destination, I took a deep breath and knocked tentatively…

There you have it, the sixth chapter! It's not much, but at least it's something. Let me know what you think. I know, it's kind of rough around the edges, okay really rough, but I was just in a rush to update. It's been so long, and I got really excited, and felt quite guilty. So, sorry again! And if you're still upset, Review about it!

Please…

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