"Ollie!" a familiar voice calls from the door. I swear I couldn't have gotten to it any faster if I'd been on a broom. I practically launch myself at the door, throwing it open. "Katie!" I yell, throwing my arms around her.

I've really missed that, having her in my arms. It's a great feeling. It's like, she can't get hurt there. I can protect her from the world. In my arms, it doesn't matter if she's my friend or my girlfriend, because she's still in my arms.

And then she pulls away, and the happy feelings leave with her.

But I digress.

"How've you been!?" she cries. "Playing hard? Are you eating properly?" she asks skeptically, looking at my kitchen with narrowed eyes.

"Oi!" I yell as she goes to inspect my fridge. "No commentary until you unpack!" I show her to her room.

"Oliver?" she asks curiously.

"Mmhmm?" I reply.

"Why did you get a two-bedroom flat?"

My face heats up. I had really, really, really been hoping she wouldn't ask that question.

"Well, I-uh, I mean…"

"Spit it out Ollie!"

"I was gonna…I mean, when you graduated…I thought you might need…"

"You were gonna ask me to be your roommate?" she asks happily. I nod sheepishly, and she throws her arms around me.

"Well good," she says. "Because if you didn't ask, I couldn't accept. But two more years! What if you get a girlfriend in that time!?"

I laughed humorlessly. "I don't see that happening," I reply coldly. She looks at me quizzically, but has the sense not to press the subject.

"Well, I'll get unpacked then," she says cheerily, dragging her bag into the room.

*****

It was the greatest summer (well, part of summer, as she was only there for two weeks) I ever had. Katie and I would wake up, and she would make breakfast, criticizing me for not properly feeding myself. Then we would do something out of the flat. we went everywhere there was to go near, and even a couple really far places, with her side-along apparating. After that we would come home and have dinner. Then we'd kill time until we went to bed.

I think that was my favorite part. Just talking to her after dinner. She would tell me about school, and I would talk about the team. She told me the twins' latest shenanigans, and I'd tell her how hard Quidditch practice was.

It amazed me how out of touch I'd been with her. I mean, it was to be expected, as we hadn't seen each other for a year, but I hadn't even realized it until we'd begun to reconnect.

Of course, that just made the whole being in love with her thing ten times harder.

And then it came time for her to leave. She actually cried. I promised to write her constantly, and she promised as well. Then she hugged me and said goodbye, and was gone. I didn't allow myself to be sad until she left. But after she did, it was like a piece of me was missing.

Dear Oliver,

I can't believe summer's over, and I'm back at school. But at the same time, I can't believe that I'm only a sixth year. I know some people dread leaving Hogwarts and going out into the real world, but those are the people who don't know what they want.

I know what I want Oliver. I want to be a Healer at St. Mungo's. Or maybe play professional Quidditch…but definitely one of the two! And I want to live with my best friend.

Love,Katie

Dear Katie,

You're moving in with your best friend? I thought you were moving in with me! Not fair!

Haha. Anyway, you want to be a Healer? I mean, I always thought that would be a good job for you, but I never really pictured it as something you'd want to do. Quidditch, I get. I always knew you'd want to play Quidditch.

You know what I think you'd be good at? Being the flying instructor at Hogwarts. You could be the next Madame Hooch!

Sincerely,

Oliver

"Oi! Oliver!" one of my teammates called. "Heard from that girl you're in love with yet?" He smirked, and I groaned.

"I'm trying everything," I complained. "But I can't get her out of my head!"

"Then tell her how you feel, mate!"

"Yeah, go for it!" another teammate agreed.

The only girl on the team, Alana, came up to me. "Listen, if this girl's as great as you say she is, then you have to work fast. I bet she probably likes you, but girls don't like to wait around forever."

"That just it!" I said. "She did like me, but she doesn't now!"

They all gave me sympathetic smiled. Ugh!

Dear Oliver,

Next year is seventh year! Yay! I'm so happy that I'm almost done with Sixth Year! It's BORING! Right there in between O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s.

Anyway, weird stuff has been happening her. I don't think I understand it, but it scares me. But I try not to dwell on that stuff.

You won't believe what Fred and George did! Well, you probably will, because they probably already told you. They quit school! Yeah. Just up and left. Makes sense though. This Umbridge woman is TERRIBLE. Really. She makes Snape seem like a nice, kind, caring man.

I have to go now. I can't explain why in a letter, because I'm honestly afraid she might read it. But I'll see you soo, okay?

Love,

Katie

(AN: Just so you know, in case you're wondering, Katie had to go to a DA meeting, but she didn't want to write it in case Umbridge found out.)

Dear Katie,

I can't believe all that stuff with Harry. Being the "Chosen One" and all that. Wow. It's strange, don't you think?

Anyway, on a lighter note, I can't wait until you come again this summer! It'll be so great! Even better than last year, I promise! Wow. I can't believe it's been a whole year. Now it's only one more year until you can come stay here.

You still want to do that, right? I hope so, because it would be awkward if I kept referring all casually to it, and you changed your mind.

Sincerely,

Oliver

Dear Oliver,

I'm leaving tomorrow, but I have to write this: You idiot boy! Of course I still want to come be your roommate!

Love,

Katie.

P.S. see you soon!