(A/N: HERE WE GO AGAIN. Hope you like :) Any suggestions? Leave them in a review, please and thankyou).
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, as i'm only fifteen and don't live in England.
All of the Gryffindor students found their house parents very agreeable - although, it helped, of course, that all the girls were swooning over Oliver while all the boys drooled over Erin. The younger girls thought she was amazing, the older girls admired the way she handled the boys – especially Oliver. On this day though, Oliver found himself standing outside Erin's door – knocking as a courtesy. The two had settled into a routine, and tonight was 'Let's make sure the kid's aren't going to kill each other' night a.k.a. sitting around with a chosen year group to talk about their week, any of their troubles, Professors, homework etc. Tonight was the 7th years and with the twins and posse involved, Erin had a feeling it was going to be interesting.
She opened the door with a smile "Hey Oliver, I'll meet you down there in a second. Just got to finish cleaning up around here," she gestured behind her.
Oliver quirked an eyebrow at her, "Why? Not expecting anyone are ye?"
She laughed and pushed him away, "No. Maybe. Not like that though!" Then she shut the door and Oliver chuckled to himself as he walked down the stairs, shaking his head. When he arrived in the common room, he found Fred, George, Angelina and Alicia sitting in corner – his old study corner. Alicia and George seemed to be having an argument as Angelina and Fred watched on bemusedly. He wandered over to where Katie sat in front of the fire, on one of the armchairs "Hullo Katie. Why the long face?"
She looked up at him, startled, "Oh Oliver, I didn't see you there. And if you must know, I'm having boy trouble."
"Give me a name and he'll never have children."
"OLIVER!-"
But Katie's rant was cut short by the arrival of Erin in the Common Room, and Fred's dramatised shriek of "SHE LIVES!"
"Yes, Fred, I ruddy well live. No thanks to that Dungbomb you put in my shower – although I have no idea how you even got into my dormitory in the first place... I swear to Merlin's soggy pants, one of these days you two!" She threatened, casting a glance between Fred and George, who wore expressions of devilish innocence.
"Why, Erin, I'm quite sure-"
"We have absolutely,"
"Positively, no idea,"
"What you are talking about, do we Gred?"
"Why, no Forge, I don't believe we do."
"That settles it," cut in Katie from next to Oliver "it was definitely you two then."
Their Seventh Year night went down well, as the year split into gender groups (not entirely on purpose) and sat with each of their 'Parents' for a group discussion. The girls, lead by Erin, gossiped and bitched about the boys – countered only by the boys whining about the girls as Oliver listened to them, amused.
As the last of their group headed up the stairs, Oliver turned around to see Erin sitting on the sofa staring into the fire. "You're the second person I've caught tonight in this spot."
She heard him, although did not acknowledge it, merely saying "Oliver, do you think I did the right thing accepting this position? I mean, who am I to try and help these kids through their schooling lives? I can barely manage to live my own life right now, what with Sirius and the Order. When this reaches the Daily Prophet, I'm sure Dumbledore will come to his senses and fire me."
Oliver sighed and sat down next to her on the sofa, "Well I'm going to answer that as best as I can. No, I don't think you did the right thing accepting this job, I know you did. Hey, you were Head Girl back in our day – these kids could learn a decent thing or two off of ye. And that whole thing with your da, it'll blow over – it might take awhile, but with everything else happening, i'm sure you'll get it sorted. And finally, Dumbledore is not going to fire you! He adores you, and besides, with times as troubled as they are, who can resist a young yet extremely talented Auror? Nobody."
She smiled up at him, "You're always so positive. Thanks Ol', now I'm off to bed – g'night."
He watched her walk up the stairs, a small smile spreading across his face "Goodnight."
The relative peace and quiet of Gryffindor Tower on a weekday morning was shattered early the next morning, "Frederick Gideon Weasley if you do not get up here right now I am sending a letter to Aunt Molly! I'm not joking, don't tempt me!" shrieked Erin, as she chased after George.
"FOR THE LAST TIME WOMAN, I'M GEORGE!" He yelled back as he fled through the portrait hole.
"What was that all about?" Katie said to Angelina, as the two exited their dorm room and started to walk down the stairs.
"No clue, but I'd say there's a fair chance it was to do with what 'Lic and George were arguing about last night. She was in a shotty mood for the rest of the night and he looked like the cat that got the cream."
Katie sighed, running a hand through her hair "I might go and see her later, I've had it in my mind to talk to Oliver for a while too."
Angelina shot Katie a side-long glance, before nudging her friend "Oliver, hey? Got a bit of talking to do, do you?"
Katie blushed, shooting Angelina a glare "You know very well that I have no feelings for Oliver in that sense what-so-ever!"
"Alright, Alright, blimey Katie! Calm down," Angelina cried as she tried to dodge the blows her friend was laying on every exposed part of her body.
Fred Weasley was having a good day, a very good day indeed. His mood only increased when he entered the Common Room to find Katie chasing Angelina around holding a pillow high above her head – screaming something about telling everyone about what Angelina looked like when she woke up in the morning. Pressed against the walls he could see a variety of Gryffindors – mostly scared looking First to Third Years, but also amongst the fray a few boys. He noted that he didn't quite like the way they looked at his best friend chase around another close friend.
"Alright Kates," he said, grabbing her around the waist to stop her chase of Angelina "what, or rather who, did Angelina do this time?" Katie huffed, blowing the hair that had escaped from her ponytail out of her face, and turned around to look at Fred – whom still had a hold of her in case of any sudden movements.
She glared at him, half-heartedly he was pleased to note, "Oh hardy-har-har Fred. I'm still annoyed with you, Filch is going to have me scrubbing those bloody trophies for weeks – and he gets sort of creepy about it too, y'know?"
Angelina, seeing that the Katie-bomb had been diffused, made her way back over to Katie and Fred and the rest of the crowd in the Common Room returned to their normal activities. She resorted to standing out of arm's length of Katie though, with Fred in between. You know, just in case.
Fred smirked at Katie, nodding his head at Angelina in acknowledgement "You know I said I was sorry, Katie. You just looked so peaceful asleep in Transfiguration that I thought it my duty to disrupt it. It isn't my fault that you chose to react so, well, violently. And besides, Filch has never gotten creepy with me before... why would he want you?"
Katie let out a muffled scream of anger, and talked through gritted teeth "Because, FRED, he is an old man who gets his only action from Mrs. Norris – Merlin, forbid. Whenever I have detention and neither you or George is there, he gets really, really weird-" at this, Katie shivered involuntarily, "and, oh I don't bloody know why Fred, but it's just creepy, alright."
Fred's eyes had turned a darker shade of blue, but he didn't let the smirk slide from his face "I think poor little Katie-kins just has the hots for Filchy-boy."
It was at this point that the occupants of Gryffindor Common Room again found their ears being assaulted by Katie Bell's indignant shriek as she ran up the stairs.
It was so loud, in fact, that nobody noticed Fred Weasley slipping through the portrait hole to go and find a way to get himself Detention with Filch and Katie for the next 3 months.
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