Only Fairy Tales:::

While I'd hoped that that summer would last forever, it didn't stop September from staying there, looming just around the corner. Every free minute that we had, Oliver and I spent together. It probably wasn't the best thing for my heart at the time, but I'm all for instant gratification.

The strange thing is that my dad didn't seem to mind my repeated absences at all. And that's saying something. The last time he'd met Oliver, I hadn't exactly gotten the impression that they'd hit it off. At first, I was convinced that my dad must have found himself a lady-friend while I was off at school, but Oliver's mum overheard me telling him about it and she quickly set me straight.

Apparently, my mum's father didn't like my dad much and tried to keep my parents apart. I guess my dad is just trying to get back at my grandfather by allowing me to see Oliver. Too bad Grandpa's dead…Whatever, I'm not complaining.

That summer affected a lot of us relationship-wise. While I didn't spend as much time with the rest of my friends as I would have liked, there were still vibes there that I was able to pick up.

It wasn't far into the summer when I realized that there was some trouble in Lee and Angelina's paradise. They weren't spending nearly as much time together and when they did, they were both awfully distant. After assuring me that she was not pregnant, Angelina finally admitted that she could feel their relationship siphoning away and she was not at all sorry about it. I never figured out how it happened—I never figured out why. All I know is that by the end of the summer, they were no longer together. I asked both Lee and Angelina and they refused to tell me the reason although it seemed that they had one, so I eventually just stopped asking.

Fred, stubborn ass that he is, refused to make a move on Angelina until she was "completely over Lee." I tried pointing out that they wouldn't be broken up if they weren't over each other, but he ignored me. He also ignored me when I pointed out that Lee had basically stolen Angelina from him last year.

Alicia somehow managed to get George to use the word "girlfriend" when talking about her, which is a feat, let me tell you, and their romance has definitely blossomed. I'd say that they're the happiest out of all of us. What, with both of them going back to Hogwarts for their sixth year, why wouldn't they be?

I guess one of the most interesting changes over that summer was Cullen and Leanne. To my surprise, she kept her promise to Cullen and agreed to "visit his family". Oliver and I were at Cullen's the day she arrived with her bags and I'll be the first to tell you (after I stop laughing) that she'd barely taken a step into the house before she had a massive panic attack. She has this issue with lying to her parents…

Anyway, she didn't even make it a week before Cullen was forced to go back to just plain, old-fashioned wooing. But they're still very much in love, and with him having a flat in Hogsmeade, it shouldn't be hard for her to sneak out of the castle to see him every now and then. Not that she will, but still.

That Summer. Wow. Some of the best memories of my life are there. Footprints in the sand on a beach in the South of France, taking Fred and George to their first ever muggle movie, just being with Oliver; but, my deepest sorrows are linked so closely with those good memories, that they're slowly drifting away.

Oliver and I had made an agreement ahead of time. Since the Quidditch World Cup was only a few days before I headed back to school, and both Oliver and I were going separately (him with his parents, me with Angelina), it seemed only fitting to say our goodbyes before we left for it.

I cried when the time came. A lot. And I'm one of those really annoying criers, too. You know the kind. I get so mad at myself for crying that I start crying harder and swearing a lot. But Oliver didn't seem to mind. He simply wiped my tears and held me when that didn't stop them from falling. I hate feeling vulnerable like that, but Oliver didn't make me feel self-conscious at all.

He hugged me, kissed me, and told me he loved me and I managed to choke out an "I love you, too." It was a goodbye worthy of a movie, if I do say so myself. It was romantic and oh so bittersweet.

And also rather anticlimactic.

After the Death Eaters attacked the World Cup, Oliver of course had to track me down and make sure that I was okay. The second goodbye was harder, but a new day dawned and thus started my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The first couple of months were by far the hardest. Not only did I have to deal with not being able to see Oliver everyday, but there was also no Quidditch because of the Triwizard Tournament. Things were busy for both of us—Oliver and I—and it would be a lie if I said that I wasn't dieing to be with him. I have to admit, however, that Oliver did the whole long distance relationship thing perfectly. He wrote at least twice a week, which Angelina said was the perfect number. "Any more than two and he's either guilty or just too clingy."

When my sixteenth birthday rolled around at the end of September, I was surprised to walk into the Common Room and see Oliver lounging on the sofa as if he'd never left. It was the best birthday present ever. We talked (and did a few other things) late into the night until he finally said that he had to be getting back. When he left, I felt a rift start to form in my heart. How much longer could I keep doing this?

On Halloween, the Goblet of Fire began taking entries for the Triwizard Tournament Champions. Fred and George concocted some "brilliant" plan to get their names in even though they were underage. Two beards later, Angelina tossed her own name in (probably to prove that she can do anything better than Fred) and we all crossed our fingers.

The fact that her name didn't come out of the Goblet was never discussed because of the one name that did: Harry Potter. Putting aside the fact that he was underage and would probably get killed, we Gryffindors just turned it into a major party.

Oliver came up for the first task and even though I think he was more eager to see Viktor Krum than me, it was still good to see him. When he left I sent him off with a list of all of the Hogsmeade weekends. He wrote back the next day saying that he was very sorry but his practice schedule wouldn't allow him to make any of them. I just shrugged it off and turned my focus instead to Christmas break—and the Yule Ball.

My time with Oliver had been so limited that it was no longer just an emotional pain not to see him, but also a physical one. The Yule Ball was exactly what we needed; to just live one night as if we were in a fairy tale and everything would have a happy ending.

Speaking of the Yule Ball, guess who Fred finally asked out? Angelina! I guess Oliver and I weren't the only ones with a fairy tale night.

So we spent all of Christmas together, and the rift in my heart slowing stitched itself back together and everything became clear once again. I loved him and he loved me and everything was going to be perfect. Why had I ever doubted it?

After Christmas, our letters slowly began coming fewer and farther between. It almost became a frustration, coming up with new things to say and it was tearing me apart. Alicia and Fred noticed easily, even though I tried to hide it from everyone else.

Alicia was all for making Oliver and I last and her advice reflected it. "I know it's hard now, Katie, but it won't always be this way. School gets out in a few months, just hang in there."

Fred, however, was much more practical and probably more truthful too. It had just been a really sucky day. I was upset about Oliver and I had failed a Transfiguration exam. Anyway, for some reason it had all just built up inside of me and Fred found me crying on top of the Astronomy Tower. And trust me that I've been really careful never to let him see me cry before; I've gotten close, but the tears have never fallen when he's been there. He's just too overprotective.

"Katie, can I give you some advice?" he asked, once I dried my tears. I nodded. "Break it off—end it." His bluntness took me by surprise. "I can't stand to see you like this. Even if you do love him, you can't do this for two more years. You're strong, but you're not that strong."

I ignored his advice for a while, but Oliver wrote saying that he was coming to the third task and I knew that I would have to do it then. I think Oliver knew it too.

The conversation never came up, however, because of all of the confusion after Cedric Diggory died in the third task. People were saying that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back and breaking up with Oliver was pushed to the back of my mind. Before it was either confirmed or denied that Harry wasn't crazy, I was shipped back home. Between all of my friends, however, I was kept up-to-date.

The summer was almost over and I'd barely seen Oliver at all when one day he showed up on my doorstep. I immediately knew what was about to happen and stepped onto my porch, closing the door behind me. No reason to draw my dad's attention.

"Katie, listen…"Oliver started, never making eye contact.

"I know," I interrupted. And with those two words, I felt the rift that had been working its way through my heart completely shatter, but I somehow managed to hold myself together.

"I will always love you," he said desperately, looking me straight in the eyes. When I couldn't hold his gaze any longer, I took to staring at the welcome mat.

"I know," I repeated, wishing that I had the strength to say something else.

"Maybe after you graduate…"

"Yeah, maybe." He left without another word and once he could see me no longer, I collapsed on my doorstep and cried.

I'd never had to breakup with someone that I actually cared about before. It was just so hard because I knew that Oliver and I weren't given a fair chance. If I was out of school, we could be having the time of our lives, but there's no way to do that unless I drop out and even I'm not pathetic enough to give up my future for a guy. It was better this way; but that didn't stop me from eating a whole carton of ice cream and sitting around in my pajamas for about a week.

When September first arrived, I was not looking forward to going back to Hogwarts. Was I really already a sixth year? It seemed impossible. What was even more impossible was that I'd qualified for NEWT Transfiguration. I guess I have Oliver to thank for that one.

Angelina was made Quidditch captain and although she was no where near Oliver's grandeur, she seemed to be just as maniacal.

And speaking of maniacal…

Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Dolores Jane Umbridge (full name necessary), definitely fit the description. She wouldn't even let us practice real magic! And with You-Know-Who back from the dead or wherever he came from, that was about the worst thing that she could do—leave us defenseless. So who was there to turn to besides the great Harry Potter?

Dumbledore's Army we called ourselves. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think? Week after week, Harry would teach us these amazing techniques and for once in my life, I finally felt that I was making a difference in something. The hours that we spent practicing completely drove a certain rising Quidditch star from my mind, and I was eternally grateful to Harry for that.

It's crazy though, you know. Oliver would not leave my head, even though it was a nice clean break. He was definitely hindering my life in the romance department, let me tell you.

In the space of four months, four different guys asked me out: Anthony Goldstein, Cormac McLaggen, Dean Thomas, and surprisingly Lee, although I think he was only joking. And I was confused as hell. I turned them all down without even thinking about it. Well, except for Lee who I joked around with for a bit.

Looking back, I'm not sure if Lee meant it as a joke or not…

The year went by in a blur which kind of sucked considering Alicia, Angelina, Fred, George, and Lee all graduated at the end of it.

And then only a few months before they would have become fully qualified wizards, Fred and George had to go and screw it all up. Before Angelina and Alicia could calm down their significant other, Fred and George had ridden off into the horizon on their broomsticks.

Angelina, Alicia, Lee, and I were left in shock, but apology letters arrived in the post the next day and my anger slowly ebbed away with a few more letters and one box of chocolates.

Even though Fred and George wrote to them everyday, Angelina and Alicia stayed in a mood for the rest of the year and Lee and I began hanging out a lot more.

I guess I sort of realized it then, that Lee had a fancy for me but I ignored it, unwilling to accept the fact that someone could actually like me as much as Oliver did. He didn't deserve me, anyway—I was way too messed up.

Right before he graduated, Lee asked me out. Really this time—his face was clearly not joking. I told him I'd think about it and was thankfully saved from answering because the next day the papers were announcing that Harry had been right all along and that Voldemort was definitely back.

As soon as we got off the Hogwarts Express on our way home, Fred was waiting as planned and we went to talk to my dad. With Voldemort back in the open, it's not safe for him here in England. It took some convincing, but within a week my dad was on a plane to the United Sates, where he could watch as must American football as he wanted.

He left the house for me, but I couldn't stand the idea of living alone, so Angelina, Alicia, and I put our money together and bought a muggle flat in London. Fred, George, and Lee all lived in Diagon Alley, so at least we were close. In the back of my mind, I knew that Oliver lived somewhere in muggle London too, but I chose to ignore it.

Everyone came to see me off for my seventh year and I've never felt so alone in my life. When I met Leanne on the train, however, she had some major news for me. Without saying a word, she thrust out her left hand and on her ring finger was a very large diamond. She and Cullen were getting married! The weddings set for next September.

Surprisingly, my seventh year rushed by and I was overjoyed. Being in this school is doing absolutely nothing to help with getting rid of You-Know-Who. Christmas had almost arrived when a Hogsmeade visit was announced and I guess Lee somehow found out about it because he insisted that we needed to talk. I agreed and we planned to meet at the Three Broomsticks. And you know what? If he had asked me out, I was fully ready to say yes. I was over Oliver—well, I was ready to move on at least. And I did like Lee—I do.

But the question never came, because I never saw Lee that day. The last thing I remember is going into the bathroom at the Three Broomsticks. And then it goes black.

I woke up in a hospital bed at St. Mungo's a couple of months later to Fred and Lee arguing about the Chudley Cannons at my bedside. I couldn't help but throw my two knuts in and when I spoke, they immediately engulfed me in a hug that had me begging for air.

Apparently Angelina, Alicia, Fred, George, and Lee had all been taking turns staying by my bedside. That way someone would be there when I woke up. It almost broke my heart at what great friends I have.

I was flipping through my guest book one day and noticed that Oliver had been visiting at least once a week. None of my friends ever told me that—maybe they didn't know—but he must have discover that I'd come out of my "coma" because I didn't ever see him in there. In fact, I haven't see Oliver in person since the day we broke up two and a half years ago.

I didn't want to finish my seventh year, but Alicia forced me back onto the train and I managed to suffer through. I never got a graduation ceremony, however. Dumbledore died right before it and we honored him instead.

Now that I'm graduated, I'm still living with Angelina and Alicia and sorting through some job offers. I don't know what's going to happen in this war—I don't even know if I'm going to live through it. I try not to think about it too much.

When I look back, my fourth year at Hogwarts was one of the best times of my life. I was so innocent and I fell in love with someone that I knew I never had a real chance with. I don't know what would happen if Oliver and I ever saw each other again. It would definitely be interesting. He hasn't seen me since I was sixteen, still young and in love, unaffected by the trials and tribulations of life. I turn nineteen in a few months and I have definitely changed.

I hope Oliver's good, I really do. I bounce between wanting to see him and dreading ever coming across him again. I love him, and I always will, but there's a time when you just have to move on.

So, I have a date with Lee on Tuesday and I'm looking forward to it.

But I should have known it all along, because only fairy tales have happy endings.


Thank everyone for sticking with me until the end. When I get about half way through the sequel, I'll post it. I hope you don't hate me for this chapter, but I feel that it's very realistic. The sequel will be a Katie/Oliver ship if that helps any. If you have any questions, then ask. If you have any suggestions for things that you want to happen in the next one let me know. I'm all ears. And thanks again!