That bloody platform wall. I don’t care how many times I’ve run through it, it still looks so goddamn solid.

‘Do it with your eyes shut, you prat’, I muttered to myself. Take a deep breath Katie, breathe you idiot. Ok, and do it at a run. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and ran towards the wall.

The fact that I then hit something extremely solid made my eyes snap open, but it wasn’t the barrier wall that I’d run into.

Marcus bloody Flint. Oh well, I thought, at least I knocked him flat on his back. Most excellent. Injury and pain inflicted on a Slytherin. Or not.

‘What the...oh, hello Miss Bell’, he leered at me from his position on the ground. I kept my mouth shut.

‘What, no apology? My my, your manners are slipping…’

And with that, he got up, rather ungracefully, from the ground. I saw him still looking at me, and began to get an uncomfortable squirmy feeling in my stomach, which tensed up as he walked over and stood a little too close to me.

‘So what about that ...apology...Katie.’ He drew out my name slowly, and I started to shuffle backwards as discretely as possible. Suddenly, I heard two voices call out ‘Katie!’ and at the same time felt Flint grab my arm painfully.

‘I want my apology, Katie.’

But before he could say anything else, I quickly twisted my arm backwards over his, breaking his grip and slicing my hand into the joint of his elbow, which effectively sent him crashing away from me. But before I could do any more damage, an arm was slid through my elbow and a pair of hands grabbed my trolley and began to wheel it away from me.

Fred and George had found me.

‘And how was your holiday Miss Bell’ enquired the twin that had hold of my arm.

I looked carefully at his face before answering. I wanted to know which one I was talking to.

’Great thanks George,’ I managed to splutter. I had looked up into his face to see that he was wearing Percy’s glasses, and staring down pompously through them at me. He was doing a good job of impersonating Percy. Seriously, both of the twins should get into dramatic theatre or something, especially George. He was great at impersonations. We reached the Hogwarts Express.

‘What, and no kiss for me.’

I turned to see Fred giving me the puppy dog eyes. ‘And I even pushed your trolley for you’ he trailed off, a mournful expression on his face, before he began to laugh.

‘Oh sorry Fred’ I said before disengaging my arm from George’s and giving Fred a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The twins are like my guardian angles, protecting me ever since I came to Hogwarts, and was scouted for the Gryffindor team by Oliver.

Oliver.

Where was he? He and the twins were nearly always together, planning pranks, unless Oliver went into his ‘ serious about quidditch mode’. As if to answer my question, Oliver poked his head out of the second last carriage door.

‘Ach, c’mon guys, no holding up the lady,’ He said in his Scottish brogue. And then he winked and sent what could only be described a wicked smirk at me, before pulling his head back through the window.

‘Oh, right Captain!’ bellowed George, drawing stares from nearly everyone on the platform. In the crowd, I glimpsed Harry roll his eyes dramatically. I began to giggle. George, totally unconcerned by the stares he was getting, guided me around Fred, who was unloading my trolley.

‘I’ll ‘ave this on board right away madam’ he said, touching his hand to his head and an imaginary hat.

This brought on another fit of giggles as I watched the twins slip into their comic duo act. George ignored my giggles and ceremoniously steered me into the carriage and to the nearest seat, before going back out to load his and Fred’s trunks on to the train.

I managed to get the giggles under control as George left the carriage, and looked up to see Oliver’s chocolate eyes looking into mine from the seat across the aisle. He got up and came over to the seat opposite mine, a slight smile playing across his lips.

‘What was so funny that I missed?’

As I began to laugh again, his smile broadened, but his eyes became puzzled.

‘Oh Oliver, you know. Fred and George and their double act-’

I didn't get to go much further. The aforementioned duo had decided that they would enter the carriage now. At the same time. The doorways of the Hogwarts Express are designed for one person to go through them at a time, and no, they don’t magically widen to allow two. So Fred and George got stuck. That is until Oliver got up, walked over, grabbed one by the shirt and gently pushed the other one back.

‘The pure genius of it all! Amazing! Didn't even need a spell! Oliver, you’re my hero,’ George proclaimed, shaking Oliver’s hand before collapsing into the seat Oliver had vacated opposite mine. Oliver picked Fred up off the ground, who said ‘Why thank you most kindly sir!’ walking into the carriage and flopping down next to his twin, fanning his face.

Oliver followed, plonking down in the seat next to me and grinning at his two beaters.

‘Now really guys, it was just a doorway-’ But he was interrupted.

‘HIS FAULT!’ the twins said simultaneously, pointing at each other.

Oliver held his hands up in defence. ’Ok Katie, I pass to you.’

The twins both gasped dramatically.

‘You make a pass at Katie?! Oliver!’

‘No no no no no!’ he stuttered, turning a little pink and beginning to laugh.

Fine then. If this is the way that they want to play, then game on. I turned my face up to Oliver’s, widening my eyes in an innocent way and trailing my hand slowly down his arm. He was wearing a black collared shirt, and it was very soft to the touch.

‘Hmmm, nice shirt Oliver,’ I said, watching his eyes widen before that smirk crept across his face. I had never thought of him in that way before, but that smirk was so sexy it was making a funny feeling grow in my stomach. Get a grip, Katie. Its Oliver Wood and this is a game.

His eyes widened so slightly as he looked down at me (must ignore that delicious chocolate shade... must... it is a game... GET A GRIP KATIE!)

‘What, now you’re after my shirt?’ he murmured quietly at me.

Uh oh…..