This is my first Oliver/Katie fic so go easy on me! D

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot

Okay, just to get this straight - I LOVE SEAN BIGGERSTAFF – now that that’s cleared up, on with the story D

Chapter 1 – Nothing’s Wrong

“Ah fuck,” he swore to himself quietly as she walked towards him.

“What’s up?” she asked, looking at him straight in the eye. How can she do that!

“Nothing, just tired I guess,” he yawned.

“Well, you’d better get to bed then, Ollie, practise is in the morning.” He groaned, I groaned about Quidditch! She looked at him, her mouth slightly open, “Did you just complain about Quidditch practise! It’s a revelation!”

“Ah, shut up. It’s cancelled for tomorrow, tell the others,” he yawned as he turned to go up to his dormitory.

“Ollie,” she grabbed his arm, “Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

He sighed, “I’m just tired.”

“No, it’s more than that,” she looked at him seriously then engulfed him in a huge hug, “Ollie, please tell me,” she whispered in his ear. He gave an involuntary shiver.

“I’m fine Katie,” he whispered, hugging her back.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” she asked, letting him go. He nodded, and turned to go up to his dorm.

“’Night,” he called down to her.

“Sleep well Ollie,” she called back.

When he got to the sixth year dormitories, he was glad to find it was empty. He collapsed onto his bed and lay on his back, staring blankly at the red velvet canopy above him.

I can tell her about everything, except the thing that’s making me like this, he thought miserably as he covered his face with his hands. It’s her that’s making me like this. It’s all the little things she does, like hugging me and brushing the hair out her face that makes me go crazy, and they shouldn’t. She should be my friend and nothing else, like it used to be.

He fell asleep, lying on top of his covers until someone started poking his arm. “Narrghrah,” he mumbled.

“Nargarh back to you too,” laughed a familiar voice.

“Mnnn go away Fred.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will, and plus, I wasn’t the one poking you, that was George.”

Oliver opened his eyes to see the Weasley twins at the side of his bed, grinning at him.

“Quidditch practise, c’mon,” George said.

“I told Katie it was cancelled and to tell everyone,” he grumbled as he closed his eyes again.

“Well, she did mention that you were distant last night and said that you didn’t want to practise, that’s why we’re here,” Fred said.

“And, weirdly enough we are here to get you out of you ravine and out on that Quidditch pitch!” George said in his mock impersonation of Oliver on the pitch.

“I’m not going, okay?” he said, covering himself up in covers, “and you’ll be waking your brother by being in here,” he said as he pointed blindly across the room to Percy’s bed. Oliver could sense the evil grins on the twin’s faces, “and don’t try anything,” he mumbled.

“We won’t if you get up,” Fred said slyly.

“Argh!” he yelled quietly as he flung the covers off himself, grabbed his tracksuit and headed for the shower, “happy!” he hissed at Fred as he passed him.

Oliver turned on the shower and stepped under the hot jet just as a cry was to be heard from the other side of the door.

“FRED! GEORGE! IF YOU EVER TRY TO SOAK ME AGAIN I’LL TELL YOUR - OUR MOTHER!” There was also manic laughter to be heard. Oliver chuckled to himself slightly as he washed his light brown hair. He’ll have you for that, he thought to himself, HEY! I got up for nothing!

He scowled, turned off the shower, threw on his tracksuit and looked at himself in the mirror. His dark brown eyes stared back at him as he charmed his hair dry and brushed his teeth quickly. He sighed, only friends, he thought to himself, thinking of Katie again. He opened the door to see a highly disgruntled Percy. Oliver fought with himself not to laugh at the prefect.

“Don’t you dare-” Percy warned as he walked dripping past Oliver to go into the bathroom and dry off. As soon as the door was closed, Oliver burst into fits of laughter. “I heard that!” Percy screeched from the bathroom.

“Sorry Perce!” he guffawed and he walked out and went to the common room. When he got there he found Katie sitting on her own watching him come down the stairs.

“Hey,” she barely whispered as she got up from her sitting position on one of armchairs next to the fire and walked up to him.

“Hey Kates,” he smiled, Friend, friend, friend! He thought to himself angrily.

“How are you today?” she asked as she reached up and put her arms around his neck.

“I’m fine,” he whispered. Friend, friend, friend!

She started to play with his hair, “You sure?” He nodded. “Okay” she kissed him on the cheek, “C’mon, practise.” He could feel the skin where she’d kissed him burn.

“Do I have to?” he moaned.

“Yes, the Ravenclaw game is in three weeks!”

“There’s plenty of time.”

“This is not you!”

“I’m fine Kates.”

“You’re usually panicking about matches by now!”

“I’m fine, honestly”

“C’mon, breakfast, then pitch”

“Katie!” he whined

“Oliver!” she said as she dragged him to the Great Hall. They sat down with Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson (Chasers along with Katie), Fred and George (Beaters).

“Good morning, sunshine! And how’s everyone’s favourite Keeper?” George chimed.

“Shut up,” Oliver grumbled.

“What’s up, Oliver?” Angelina asked.

“Nothing”

“Please tell us, Ollie” Katie looked at him, her green eyes glittering, Oliver looked away.

“There’s nothing up!” he almost yelled. He stood up and walked out of the Hall to go to the pitch without eating. He heard footsteps behind him, and he turned to see Katie looking as if she was going to cry.

“Ol please” she pleaded

“Katie, I’m fine” he said gently as he wrapped his arms around her.

“You’re not! I can tell something’s up!” she was on the verge of tears. Katie never cries.

“Please don’t cry, Kates” he whispered and he kissed the top of her head.

“O-ll-ive-er” she sobbed.

“Katie, don’t cry, please” he said as he pulled away. He brushed her tears away with his forefinger and kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry” she said after a moment and regained her composure.

“S’ok” he shrugged and took her hand, “Ready for Quidditch?” he asked with a smile. Katie gave a watery smile and followed him to the pitch where the rest of the team were getting ready already.

“And where have you two been?” Fred grinned.

“On second thoughts, we’d rather not know,” grinned George

“Shut up you two and go get the box”

“Yes sir, cap’n sir!” they both said and ran off to find the quaffle, bludgers and snitch.

Once they were all out of the field, Oliver called them all over. “Right, three weeks ‘til the Ravenclaw match! Time to start preparing! The formations we were looking at last day girls, review them, twins, just go practise hitting the bludgers away from the girls, and Harry, let the snitch go and go look for it!” he chirped

“No gruelling pep talk today?” asked Alicia

“It’s not a game today,” he grinned.

“But you usually give us a lecture anyway” George said.

“I don’t give lectures”

“You do” Angelina smiled

“Okay, so think yourselves lucky, today you aren’t getting one” They all grinned, all except Katie, who looked as if she were going to cry again, but covered it up by yelling-

“C’mon!”

“Okay, everyone in the air!” Oliver shouted, “Except Katie” he added.

They all rose, and Katie walked over to him. “What’s up?”

“Katie, is there something wrong with you today?”

“No, nothing’s wrong Oliver, just the fact that you won’t tell me what’s wrong with you” she poked him in the chest.

“Hey!” he grinned at her. She looks so cute when she’s angry. Friend, friend, friend, friend!

“Tell me what wrong with you now, or I’ll leave the team” she snarled. She looked totally serious.

“Katie! You can’t say that!”

“Can, and did”

“Kates there is nothing wrong with me.” She gave a frustrated scream.

“There is! I’ve been friends with you long enough to know if there’s something wrong with you Wood!”

“Katie! There is nothing wrong with me except the fact that everyone keeps asking me if I’m okay! I - AM - O - KAY!” He yelled. She looked hurt. She picked up her broom and ran off the pitch. “Katie!” he called after her, but she didn’t look back.

“What did you shout at her for!” Angelina shouted as she touched down in front of him.

“You’ve made Katie cry these last few days more than I’ve ever seen her!” Alicia shouted, also touching down in front of him. Oliver didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t done anything particularly bad these last couple of days. Maybe it was just because he wouldn’t look her in the eye anymore? And why was that? Because if I do, I’ll fall apart.

“What have I done? Is it just because I didn’t want to practise today?”

“No,” said Angelina angrily

“Your whole attitudes toward Quidditch and Katie have changed,” Alicia snapped.

“But…they haven’t,” he said confusedly.

“Then why don’t you talk to her about what is wrong with you instead of moping around and making everyone else feel miserable!” Angelina almost screamed.

“Because we’re sick of having to deal with both of you feeling sorry for themselves!” Alicia really did scream.

“Maybe if you all left me alone I wouldn’t be like this!” Oliver yelled.

“Oh, go wallow in self pity somewhere else but the pitch, Oliver, because we are sick of it!” Angelina spat.

“I DIDN’T WANT TO PRACTISE TODAY!” he shouted, and with that he picked up his broom and ran to the changing rooms. He heard sobs from the girl’s side. Katie.

He walked through to see Katie sitting on a bench, her head in her hands and shaking from the sobs she was submitting. “Kates?” he said quietly. Her sobs stopped, and she lifted her head up.

“What?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

He sat down next to her and put his arm around her. “Please don’t cry,” he whispered as she buried her head into his neck.

“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong with you?” she whispered.

“There’s nothing wrong, Katie”

“There is.”

“There isn’t.”

“Is”

“Isn’t.” He wrapped another arm around her and pulled her closer to him. She was practically sitting on his lap now. Friend, friend, friend, friend, FRIEND! He stroked her dark brown hair down her back and rocked her slightly until her heard a giggle from her. “What?”

“I’m not a baby, Ollie.”

“I know,” he grinned, still rocking her. She giggled slightly again. “That doesn’t stop me from treating you like one”

“Suppose not,” she smiled.

“C’mon, let’s go back up to the castle.”

“Okay,” she said as she stood up and pulled Oliver up with her. She looked straight into his eye, and Oliver looked away again. “Why don’t you look at me anymore?” she asked with a frown.

“What?” he asked, looking at the floor.

“You don’t look at me anymore,” she said, lifting his chin up so he would look at her, despite him being a foot taller than her.

“I do!” he lied.

“You don’t,” she said, trying to catch his eye, “because every time I look into your eyes, you look away.”

“I - do I?”

“Yes, look at me,” she demanded

He looked into her piercing green eyes. It felt as if she was reading his emotions. “What the hell-?” he asked.

“What?”

“That felt weird, like you knew what I was feeling.”

She looked at him strangely, “I do know what you feel,” she said with a trace of a smile on her lips.

“What?” he said, shaking his head.

“Well, not exactly what you feel, obviously.” He gave an inward sigh of relief. “I know that you need me to help you through whatever this awkward stage is -”

“This isn’t an awkward stage!”

“Whatever,” she grinned. “I love your accent,” she said abruptly.

“What?” he grinned.

“The Scottish brogue sexiness”

Oliver laughed, “Oookay.” Katie smiled, and led him out of the changing rooms to go back up to the castle.