A/N: So I'm almost out of Material songs, but I don't want this story to end yet! So I'm going to incorporate a few different songs from other bands, too! The band featured in this chapter is actually also the lead singer of The Material.

"Take your last shot, take your small mind, take your big pride,
I've got nothing to lose. Your words hit, but I won't bruise.
I think your heartless, if we're gonna be honest…"
Honest – With Beating Hearts

Katie smirked as she stood in the kitchen with Fred, George, and Angelina. Apparently Fred was stronger than she thought he was if Oliver was still out cold. Fred stood at the counter, eyebrows knitted together in anger and frustration. Katie approached him slowly, her fingers gently running the length of his arm.

"You okay?" she asked a tilted head. His brown eyes found her blue and a grin crossed his face.

"Yeah. I just… don't know what I would have done if he'd hurt you," Fred said and his face became angry once more. Katie shook her head at him.

"Don't think like that, Fred. The point is he didn't. And it's thanks to you he didn't," Katie said as a small groan left Oliver, who was slumped over on the kitchen table.

"Well look who's finally awake," George sneered.

Oliver shot a glance in his direction the best he could with a swollen, black and blue eye and a swollen jaw. He opened his mouth but closed it quickly in pain.

"Where's my wand?" he mumbled as his hands searched his pockets frantically.

"Don't you worry about that, Ollie," Fred said with an evil smirk.

"Fix my fucking face, Weasley!" Oliver said with a low growl as he slammed his fist on the table and pushed out his chair.

"Easy now," George said pulling out his wand and pointing it at Oliver. He inhaled sharply before sitting back down.

"Now Oliver. Why in Merlin's name would you think it's a good idea to attack Katie?" Angelina asked as she crossed from the counter to stand in front of him.

"I wasn't going to hurt her-"

"Bullshit, Oliver," Katie said "You were completely full of malicious intent or you wouldn't have showed up. You ran your career and mine into the ground, almost cost me my relationship with Fred, almost cost me my complete happiness. What right do you have to be mad at me?"

Oliver stayed silent for a moment and the air thickened with tension. Katie had a good point, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

"I was jealous, Katie," the words left Oliver's mouth quietly, "I figured since you started quidditch I might be able to steal you away from Fred. I wanted you back, but I didn't have the guts to say it. So I tried to manipulate you into leaving him, and when that didn't work I couldn't stand the thought of you being happy. So… I told the news what I did. I brought us both down, and somehow you still managed to be happy while I was miserable…"

"Oliver!" the four of them shouted at once.

"What in Merlin's name is wrong with you? I should beat you to a bloody pulp right here and now," Fred said angrily approaching the table.

"How could my unhappiness be so important to you? What kind of friend does that to another person, Oliver?" Katie questioned.

Her question was met with silence. He didn't have an answer. Admittedly, he wasn't a good friend. He'd never been there for any of them when they needed him, and in school the only thing he cared about was winning the cup. The day he and Katie started dating Oliver had truly felt like something had gone right for a change. He loved her, even though he didn't have a very good way of showing it. He was lousy at affection and lousy at love. He wasn't even good at friendship for Merlin's sake. He frowned and glanced at the table.

"Katie… I…" he began, but nothing followed. What could he say that would make anything he just said better? He had told them the truth. He wanted to make Katie as miserable as he felt the day they broke up. Sure it was fine for her, but she didn't realize what she left behind in the storm.

It was a month after graduation and Oliver was beaming. He'd just been accepted as Keeper and things couldn't have gotten better. Katie was over his house for the celebration.

"Hey Oliver," Katie's voice sounded behind him and his smile brightened as his eyes lifted from the acceptance letter he'd been studying on the couch. He just couldn't believe it. His happiness was diminished slightly by the tone in her voice, though. It was eyebrows furrowed in concern as he turned to face her.

"What's up Katie?" he asked as he patted the seat next to him. She sat down quietly and stared at the floor. Something was up, this wasn't good. "What's wrong?"

Katie stayed silent as her eyes met his once more. She was chewing her bottom lip. That meant she was nervous. She did it during every morning meeting they had before games. She probably didn't even realize she was doing it, let alone that he'd picked up on little habits like that.

"Well it's just… you're going to be so far away. And I still have two years at Hogwarts…" Katie said, and Oliver felt the air in the room disappear. He inhaled sharply as his body filled with a nervous heat.

"So?" Oliver said quietly, but he knew what was coming. The moment the words far away left her mouth… he knew.

"Well… I don't know. I'm never going to see you. How are we supposed to keep this up?" Katie said seriously, and Oliver sighed quietly.

"Well we'll have letters, and I can phone you," Oliver said as optimistically as he could, and Katie's eyes fell to the floor as she remained silence. Oliver felt his heart sink. She was breaking up with him…

"I don't think I can do that, Oliver. I'm not…I'm not that attached to you," Katie said as her heart sunk into her stomach. She was telling him the truth. She didn't want to string him along, but Merlin did it feel completely awful.

Oliver sighed once more before looking at her. He searched for something on her face that said she was just playing around, but as his eyes met hers he could see it in her eyes. She was serious, and it hurt. His eyes were the ones that fell this time as he scooted away from her on the couch.

"Oh…" was the only word that left his mouth before he rose from the couch and walked away. Katie was left there with her decision for a few moments before apparating home. Oliver hadn't said another word to her for four months, and four months later when he finally did speak to her… she was dating Fred. He felt used, broken, hurt. Katie Bell was a vixen who broke his heart for the sake of convenience, and he would never be able to forgive her for that.

Oliver brought a hand to his unswollen eye and rubbed it gently. He was unsure of what to say or do next, so he said the only thing he could.

"Look… I'm sorry. I just wanted you to feel the way I felt when you broke my heart, and then when I finally have the guts to talk to you again I find out you'redating Fred. And then he gets the life with you I always wanted? I just got so…. Jealous… mad… whatever. I just wanted you to be upset. And when I saw you were finally truly miserable in the muggle world I sent you that letter…" he said everything that was on his mind. He didn't have anything less to lose.

Katie stayed quiet for a moment, staring at him. Was he really telling the truth?

"Oliver I had no idea you even cared about me. You weren't exactly king of showing affection for anything other than Quidditch. I thought you were cute, and nice, and it worked for awhile, but I wasn't ready to spend the rest of my life being second to quidditch. Yes, Fred got everything you ever wanted, but that's because Fred is the one who treated me like I deserved, and loved me in a way that you never could, even if you wanted to," Katie said. Her words were harsh, and she knew that, but they were also true.

Oliver's silence spoke volumes and filled the room with discomfort.

"Get out, Oliver. And don't come back," George demanded.

"No, wait… please. You mates are the only friends I've got… You always were. Don't you get that?" Oliver pleaded. Fred thought he was a pitiful, pathetic monster and as his eyes narrowed he considered telling Oliver exactly where he could shove that plea. However, Angelina was the person who stepped in this time.

"He's right… We're his only friends," Angelina said with a frown. Her heartstrings tugged for Oliver's situation, and Katie could tell just by the look in his eyes that she wasn't going to let him leaved shunned.

Katie let out a frustrated sigh and shrugged her shoulder.

"Look, we can be friends. But it's going to take some time. You took my job away from me, you nearly tried to kill me… It's not going to be easy to get past that-"

"For any of us," Fred interjected

"So you're just going to have to get over the fact that we're not going to trust you for a little while. Alright? You can come and visit and all that… but never when I'm alone… not for now," Katie said.

Oliver's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and a part of Katie regretted the decision immediately. Truth be told she didn't want to be friends. Well, most of her didn't. Then there was that stubborn part that hated burning bridges, no matter how badly it needed to be.