People, people, PEOPLE! Just because I say that Katie and Fred could make an adorable couple does not mean I will make them one. I would like to point out that this story is officially more than one year old and if you think that I'm about to twist things around now-you are on something.

Wow, I sound really mean…I don't mean to. I tend to tell people off while smiling so I'm not really telling them off. It's like I'm joking but getting my point across. Yeah, that's what I'm doing.

…but they could be a cute couple (in other stories at least-NOT MINE) and they have been friend-flirting all through out the story. I dunno why it suddenly came as a shock last chapter.

Oh and before I start-no offense to English rain, I'm sure you're not diseased-you'll see what I mean.

June 6, Tuesday, 10 pm

I hate the rain. I really do. And flipping England apparently likes to rain every other day. It's a disease, that's what it is. England rain is like AIDS-it never goes away!

Wow, I really need to come up with better analogies…

"What are we doing out here again?"


"Medi…- say what?"


"Ok, I got that-but WHY? You realize it's raining out!"

"The light precipitation is cleansing."

"Light precipitation? I would hardly call this light…."

"You're ruining my concentration."

"And you're wasting my time with this mystic voice of yours," I said, uncrossing my legs and standing up. "You have officially lost it Ange," I added, looking own at her-her legs crossed with her hands resting on her knees and her eyes closed in 'concentration'.


I rolled my eyes before walking back down the small hill.

"I heard from a seventh year that meditating helps you on the OWLS," I heard her say.

I stopped in my tracks, walked back up the hill, and resumed my spot next to her in the English down pour.


"You're soaking wet," Oliver said as I splaloshed back into the common room an hour later-his eyebrows going into his hairline.

God damn this rain and god damn Angelina Leanne Johnson. Do you know we sat out there, in the downpour for an hour after classes-still in our uniforms?

"I know," I groaned as I flopped down next to him on the couch-soaking wet. I personally was just glad I had a halter tank top underneath my blouse like always so my wet shirt didn't work against me too much. I can't say the same for Angelina-and she's still out there in the rain.

Oliver sighed before standing up.

"Well I'm that horrendous to look at, you could at least tell me," I looked up at him.

He laughed before grabbing my hand and lifting me to my feet, "Go get some dry clothes on."

"You know the seasons over," I smirked, "You can't boss me around anymore cap'n."

"Well it's not my fault you manage to do what I say anyway," he smirked back, putting his hands on my hips.

"You can be every persuasive," I agreed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Hmm," he rest his forehead against mine, "Remind me how I did that again?"

"I think you remember."

He let out a small chuckle before kissing me. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and my hands shifted through his hair. Oliver officially has the best hair in this whole damn castle by the way.

"Oh, yeah, and we're bad."

We broke apart to find 'Lic and George to have just come in through the portrait hole and it was no surprise that both of them were smirking while 'Lic used George as an arm rest.

"At least we didn't fall down any stairs," 'Lic commented and George smirk.

"First off," I scowled at them as Oliver's arm snaked around my waist again, "I thought I was in charge of sarcasm around here and second of all: it's not my fault there just happen to be a staircase there."

Alicia just shrugged her shoulders and George smirked before saying "Well, knock first."


"Why are you soaking wet?" 'Lic asked, as if suddenly noticing.

"Brilliant mind you have," I smiled sarcastically before trudging up the stairs to my dorm.

And so I finally got out of my soaking wet clothes. But now that I think of it I could've just charmed them dry…oh yeah, these OWLS are going to be F-U-N fun. So yeah, I changed into a pair of maroon shorts with white trim and two stripes running up the leg. And then a deep royal blue long sleeve shirt which said 'Puddlemere' on it that I rolled up to my elbows before putting my sopping wet hair into a messy bun. Wow, I could've charmed my hair dry too…damn I need to get more on top of these things…

I bounded back into the common room to see that Oliver had changed out of his school uniform and into a pair of royal blue sweats and yellow tee shirt, sitting on the couch and reading his NEWTS book. Both either saying 'Puddlemere' on it or having the logo or both.

"These new?" I asked as I hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to him.

"What do you mean?" he asked cocking his head to the side.

Damn I love it when he does that. Then that little bit of hair falls in front of his face and-control Katie. Control. Must not snog senseless. Big breaths. In. out. Bigger. IN. OUT. IN. better. IN. OUT. IN…

So where was I? Oh yeah.

"These," I said, tugging lightly on the shoulder of his tee shirt, "did you get them while I was sleeping or something?"

"No," he smiled lopsidedly, "Puddlemere sent them over for some reason or another…"

"So other teams don't steal you away," I smiled back-I hate his smile-it's so contagious! "They're winning you over by showering you with gifts."

"Well they'll be upset to hear that I've already been won over," he said, going back to reading his book.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.


"Oliver," I sighed smiling, "That was just about the corniest thing I have ever heard." He let out a large laugh. "But also immensely sweet," I added sincerely.

"I try," he smiled, closing his book and giving me a peck on the cheek. "Wanna go for a walk?" he asked.

"Sure," I smiled as he got up and lent me a hand up. "Soooo," I dragged out as we walked down the corridor, lacing my fingers with his, "Where are we going?"

"I honestly have no idea," he smiled down at me, giving my hand a small squeeze, "The kitchens maybe?"

"Sounds good," I smiled back.

So we walked down three floors, tickled the banana and went inside the kitchens were the house elves barraged us.

"What would the Mr. And Miss like to eat?"

"So very nice to see you again, Mr. Wood!"

"What can I get you Ms. Bell?"

"Strapples," me and Oliver chorused together. I looked up at him and found him looking at me and we both cracked a smile.

God we're sappy…

"So, Australia vs. Russia?"

"Again with this?"



"You just don't want to admit that my buds down unda would kick your Russians sorry asses," I said, back in the common room a while later, sitting on the couch next to Oliver.

"That's not true."

"Oh c'mon," I groaned, "Kate Everson could fly circles around Jim-john Gladstone if she wanted to."

"I don't know why she would," Oliver said, putting an arm around my shoulders, "she's a keeper and he's a chaser. Why would she be flying circles around him?"

"You and your technicalities," I mumbled, folding my arms across my chest stubbornly.

"Katie and Oliver!"

Oliver shut his mouth-as he was going to say something-and we both craned our necks to look over the back of the couch. Ange and 'Lic were coming down the stairs and Ange's hair was still wet.

"I need to play chess," Ange said, coming over and fish the board out from beneath the coffee table.

"Care to explain?" Oliver asked as he eased back down.

"When I was meditating I felt an urge to play chess," she explained as if it was nothing out of the ordinary as she placed the board on the table and started setting the pieces up, "so I need to play and hopefully the two of you combined will be a good match for me."

"Getting a little high on our podium are we Ange?" 'Lic asked as she sat down in one of the arm chairs.

"No, not really," Ange mused for a moment as I eased myself down to the floor and Oliver moved behind me, his feet on either side of my hips, "They always lose to me anyway. Maybe if I play both of them we'll get past five turns."

"Hey!" I said sharply, pointing a finger at her, "That only happened once and that was only because I was sick and high on whatever the hell medicine you gave me."


"What does that mean?" Oliver asked from behind me.

"Suck it up."

I rolled my eyes as she started the game and moved her pawn.


"What! No way!" I said-twenty minutes later-looking over the chessboard again, "No way in hell!"


"Shut it-"

"-up," Oliver added.

"What?" I asked, my brow furrowed as I turned around to look at him.

"Shut it up, SIU," he explained shrugging his shoulders.

"He's so damn cute…" I mumbled to myself happily as I settled back down. Except I thought I thought it, but I didn't, I said it.

"Thanks Kat," he said cheerfully as he reached over and messed up my hair.

I knew I had some wires crossed.

June 7, Wednesday, Transfiguration

Katie, are you getting any of this?

Not one ounce.

Told you, you should've meditated more. My brain's soaking in everything like a sponge.

Shut it Ange.

You shut it. The both of you. I'm the dumbiest one on this note!

Dumbiest isn't a word, Katie-my-Bella.

Katie-my-Bella, what the hell does that mean Fred?

Absolutely bloody nothing Angie Apple-pie.

Oh just go have a good snog somewhere.

Yeah, word is 'Lic and George are renting out their broom closet and I think-----------ok, completely uncalled for, the three of you. There is no way that you can push me off my chair, spill my ink on me, and put gum in my hair all at once…..that was gum, right Fred?




Oh, I hate you all…..


"Do you even know what you're looking at?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Well maybe we should meditate," I mumbled, plopping into a chair next to Oliver in the library.

"What?" he asked, shocked and confused as he looked up from his book to me.

"Forget it," I sighed and taking out my own books after classes.

"I don't know how I'm going to do this…." I moaned 45 minutes later. "I'm never going to make it through this test…"

Oliver wrapped his arms around my slumped shoulders and pressed his cheek against mine, "You'll be fine. Trust me."

I sighed and looked at him, "That's what you said about the Hufflepuff game, and look what happened."

"You know I was just starting to get over that," he said, "And now you've just ripped open the wound."

I smiled at him crookedly, "Well I'm sorry cap'n, I figured since it happened more than five months ago you would've gotten over it by now."

"I'm like an elephant," he said, resting his chin on my shoulder, "I never forget."

"Than why are you having so much trouble studying?" I smirked with an eyebrow cocked.

"….Ok," he said after a pause, "I have no witty comeback for that one," I let out a laugh as he let his arms drop and leaned back in his chair, "Either that or my brain is too fried to think up one in such short notice."

"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

"Thanks Kat."

"That's what I'm here for," I smiled crookedly, "Fixing the little things anybody else could fix."

"But they're the little things that no one thinks or cares to fix," he pointed out sincerely.

"Have you been reading poetry or something lately?" I asked shocked.

"What?" he seemed even more shocked that me.

"You know, William Shakespeare, Poe, Robert Frost-"

"-no," he interrupted me, shaking his head, "why do you say that?"

"Because lately you've been coming up with these insanely adorabe corny one liners," I smiled.

"Thanks, that'swhat I'm here for," he smirked, leaning over and giving me a kiss.

"Well that's no reason to mock me," I said once we broke apart.

June 8, History of Magic.

ok, so I know that the OWLS are in two days. No need to tell me. Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. Freaking peachy. A-OK. Wonderful. B-e-a-u-tiful. I'm good. So can do this. And by writing in this stupid notebook to 'write my teenage thoughts' down in during one of my worst classes just proves it. So there.So I'm screwed. There.

I hope you're happy.

June 9, Thursday, 10 pm

"Katie, Katie, breeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaath, Katie. Katie? Katie breath bigger!"

So I was going into hyperventilations. It's not like this test tomorrow is big or anything. It's not like it's going to decide my future or anything. Right? RIGHT!





Okz, I am soooooooooooooo sorry that I got this up so late. I've had camp for the past two weeks. It's like 6 hrs of volleyball in a sweltering gym each day-not to mention beach volleyball on the weekends and a little thing called 'Eric' (don't ask unless you want a really long story) and I really did try my best. So yeah, sorry again. but i hope that this was enough oliver for you ;D

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