Katie played harder at every game and practice we had from that night on. But she seemed so…distant. It worried me.

"Hey Katie-Kat," Fred said one morning at breakfast. I usually ate breakfast with the team, except for Harry, when they weren't mad at me for scheduling insane practices. Which wasn't often.

"Hello Fred," she replied, not looking up. He looked like he wanted to strangle her just to see if she'd give a half decent response. "Katie!" he finally said, probably louder than he'd intended. She looked up, her eyebrows raised as if to say, 'this had better be good'.

"DoyouwanttogotoHogsmeadewithmenextweekend?" he asked so quickly that the words were all jumbled together.

Apparently Katie had no problem deciphering it though, because she looked a little upset for a quarter of a second, before grinning and saying, "I'd love to Fred!"

I nearly choked on my toast. Of course I'd known he was going to ask, but she'd known it too! And she hadn't exactly seemed interested.

That was when it occurred to me why she was angry. She had heard. She had heard him say he was going to ask her out, and she had also heard me say I was okay with it.

Wow I'm slow.

"Katie, can I talk to you?" I asked after breakfast, before she could run off to class with Leanne.

"Of course," she said with cheerfulness I automatically dismissed as fake.

"Katie, I'm sorry if…what I said…I didn't mean to-"

She cut me off. "Look, it's fine, okay? I get it. I'm like your little sister. I'll just…find someone else. Maybe it can be Fred. And once I do that, I can think of you as strictly an older brother, okay?"

I nodded. "Um, okay then. But can we go back to being friends while you're trying to find your someone, because you really are like my little sister."

She took a deep breath, and summoned up a real smile, albeit a small one. "Of course, Oliver. I wouldn't want it any other-no, that's a lie…um, I would like that Oliver."

She hugged me, then dashed off to class.

So, everything's fixed now, right?

*****

I was at The Three Broomsticks that weekend, having Butterbeers with some sixth year friends.

"Percy Weasely is a git," David suddenly announced.

We all agreed. "Yes, but why now?" I asked, laughing.

"He told me, quote, "your snoring disturbs my sleep, do you think you could do something about that?' The nerve!"

I laughed. "But David," Greg argued. "You snore like a chainsaw! It probably does disturb his sleep!"

"Good!" me and David announced at the same time. (AN: Change it to David and I? Never!)

And that's when I saw Katie sitting a couple tables away, snogging Fred Weasely.

"They work fast," I muttered under my breath. Unfortunately, David heard me, and turned around.

"Oi! Look at Bell and Weasely!" They broke apart, Katie turning red and Fred looking smug. Slowly the color disappeared from Katie's cheeks, and she smiled too.

I wanted to be happy that she seemed to be doing a good job of getting over me, but I couldn't. Why the bloody hell not!?

Because seriously, it's not like I could possible fancy a girl three years younger than me who's like my little sister!