Okay its been pretty long since I wrote a KBOW. I hope I didn't turn rusty or anything.

This piece is a five-chapter piece, modelled and modified and twisted from the five stages of grief. You know, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. Don't worry though, its nothing to do with grief. I just borrow it for my titles. It's a lighthearted piece. Short and sweet.

Enjoy.

Something miraculous happened to Oliver Wood on Wednesday morning: he had an epiphany.

For weeks his heart had been doing something really funny to him. There was this strange flip-flop movement in his chest that he somehow couldn't find account for. Sometimes his heart would just stop right there, sometimes it would beat extra fast. This would usually be followed by a certain breathlessness that he couldn't explain. It was very weird that his heart should behave in such an erratic and unusual behaviour. Indeed it was all very new and funny business to Oliver— he never felt like this before.

The bizarreness of this mysterious disease seemed to have a fishy connection with a certain pretty chaser. After all, these symptoms seem to only occur when she, and only she, entered the room. Oliver did suspect that it was somewhat linked to Katie Bell, the root cause, but he dismissed that thought immediately. She was too pretty- he meant innocent- to do something like that too him.

It had been Wednesday morning at around seven-forty, he remembered clearly. Oliver Wood had been in the Great Hall slowly eating his breakfast. There were hardly anybody else--no one even bother to wake until another ten minutes later—except a couple of Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff.

His Quidditch team were mostly there too, though not by choice. Years of dawn practices had reluctantly instil the habit of waking up early.

He sat near, but not to close to the Weasley twins. Oliver was far too afraid of what they would do to his food. Harry Potter hadn't turned up. As for Katie… Well, she was probably still asleep. Angelina and Alicia sat a couple of seats down the table, amused by some jokes Fred and George were sharing.

Oliver didn't bother to take part in their conversation. Instead he chose to sit down quietly and listen silently. He didn't talk much to people. He usually just stared at his pancakes, seemingly engrossed with prodding his breakfast food.

"Hey Wood—Are you listening?" Fred interrupted. He was gazing at his captain, who seemed too preoccupied. His captain seemed to be taking an unhealthy interest in staring at the food on his plate.

Oliver blinked and looked up.

"Um. Yeah," He said awkwardly before reverting his gaze down at his plate again. He had been admiring the swirls of the maple syrup. They reminded him of something that always caught his gaze during Quidditch practice. It was a very nice colour.

Funny, he mused. They were the exact shade of Katie's hair colour. He smiled at that thought. He wondered why he never noticed it before.

Neither the girls nor the twins tried to draw the silent Oliver back into their conversation. It was a tried, failed, tried again, and failed again attempt. They weren't worried about him. He would usually say a word or two once he broke out of his reverie.

"Too many bludgers in the head, this one," George staged whispered to the girls. Oliver was now dreamily gazing at his breakfast plate again, occasionally breaking into a huge grin. He didn't even notice George's comment. They ignored him too.

He continued to gaze fondly (or so it seem to others) at his pancakes as more people started drifting into the Great Hall. The twins broke their toast-eating record with twenty-and-a-half pieces. Angelina refused to touch anything that looked brown. Alicia? She was too busy counting calories. Still, when they turned back to Oliver Wood, he was still wrapped up in his own world.

Then all of a sudden he snapped out of his dreamy state. Oliver blinked, and almost as if for the first time this morning, he started registering the surroundings. He blinked a couple more times again, as if needing a moment or two to adjust the change. Then he started to cut his pancakes and eat.

The Quidditch team looked at each other. Angelina shrugged, as if confirming their captain's lack on sanity.

He was still eating his breakfast two minutes later, now silently observing the twins arm wrestle on the table. Their fists were threatening to land either in pudding or on a pile of bacon.

Oliver hoped it was the latter. He didn't really care who won, as long as pudding didn't splatter on him. Then he felt a sudden heavy weight land across the table. He looked up.

There it was-- that funny feeling in his stomach had returned! His heart started to feel that familiar flutter he had been experiencing for weeks. He couldn't really understand -- Why was his heart beating like that? He could feel his heart beating out of rhythm, unbelievably fast as Katie Bell sat down in the seat across him. Calm down, he told himself, it just heartburns. Heartburns that appear and didn't fade away whenever she was near him.

Katie had plunked her head onto the table immediately, her long hair flying all over the table. Some of it landed in the sugar bin, and her hands were sprawled out. Then, almost as quickly as her head had landed on her table, she lifted it up.

It was obvious she was still sleepy—her eyes were barely opened, squinting and her eyelids drooping heavily. Her tie was skewed, and her robes were very much wrinkled. She obviously didn't bother to brush her hair. She looked anything but tidy.

Oliver was amazed how someone could still look so good in a half-awake state. She even looked pretty with her crumpled dark brown hair hanging messily, the rays of sunshine catching the golden glint in it and shining like that.

Her eyes suddenly flew open.

"You," she said dangerously. "Should just die."

"What?" Oliver said dazedly, lost. He was distracted by the lovely green colour of her eyes. It was turning him monosyllabic.

"You," She said in that low tone once more, "Always make us wake up too early for stupid dawn practices. And now, thanks to yours truly, I can't even get any decent sleep at all. "

"Oh." Oliver prodded his pancakes again, determined not to make eye contact with Katie anymore. It was giving him too many butterflies in the stomach.

She was spirited and stubborn and headstrong, but she never bore a grudge for long. Oliver liked that about her. It was a quality that came in handy in situations like this.

"Look, food!" Her eyes lit up as she lounged toward a large pile of— Oliver gave up the temptation and lifted his gaze—pancakes. He watched as she helped herself to a generous serving of it, wondering if Katie liked them as much as he did. It certainly seemed like it.

"You are gonna grow fat if you eat like this," Alicia told her, unable to keep the amazement and jealousy out of his voice. She was eating a grapefruit.

"Who cares? Anyway I never gain weight." Katie said cheerfully. "Anyway, you are so not fat."

"I'm not," Alicia agreed. "I'm just scarily obsessed with counting calories."

Oliver watched silently as Katie poured an unhealthy amount of maple syrup onto her pancakes. He glanced at her plate. Her pancakes look like little islands floating in a sea of maple syrup, with little blots of cream on top. There were banana slices too. It looked delicious.

He looked down at his own plate. A half-devoured piece of lonely pancake drowned in maple syrup swam in it. It didn't look that appetizing.

He took a sip of his milk, trying to distract himself from the lovely girl opposite him. The milk tasted like pancakes.

"Look," She laughed. Oliver admired how lovely it sounded. Like tinkling little bells. "Ollie has a milk moustache!"

Then, swiping a clean white napkin off the table, she gently blotted the rim of Oliver's mouth.

Oliver felt a jolt of electricity shooting through him. It made the heartburns worst. Something in his stomach turned happily from that electricity jolt. He prayed Katie that she didn't feel it. But she didn't even seem to detect it though.

"There," she said smiling, before disposing the napkin on the table. Her attention was soon focused on her pancakes again. Oliver said a quick prayer of thanks that she didn't seem to notice anything.

She picked up her fork, heaving a large amount of pancake, and Oliver watched as she opened her mouth widely and started to chew, and then did it again. It wasn't very ladylike, considering how much Katie could fit into that mouth of hers. It wasn't even physically possible for most girls. But Oliver found this process utterly fascinating.

There was a streak of maple syrup glistening on her face, no doubt from one of those helpings from breakfast.

He studied her closely. If he tilted his head that angle, her face would seem to catch the sunshine radiating from above. Her hair shone like golden streaks, along with that maple syrup across her cheeks. It even seemed to have brought out the colour of her eyes—they look brighter. Not that her eyes were brown of course. They were green.

She even managed to look pretty with syrup on her. Oh god, he was going crazy.

Oliver sat back, wondering what was it about Katie Bell, all five feet and five inches of her and her lovely green eyes and tardiness and untidiness, that gave him that funny feeling. The one that made his heart flutter in that weird, happy way.

That was when he had the epiphany: He fancied her.

Oliver looked at Katie. She was engaged in a highly wild conversation with the rest of the team now, chatting animatedly as she continued to shove her banana pancakes into her mouth. Of course he did not talk. He rarely did. But for the first time, he wished he could say something wise or intelligent. Or at least make an attempt.

"I like maple syrup," He blurted. The whole team turned to look at him.

Her lovely eyes met his in a single gaze and held it there. He felt a familiar skip of heartbeat.

It's just heartburns, he told himself firmly. Just heartburns.

The second chapter obviously is on anger, though I'm not sure how to put it in Oliver though, 'cause he's just too cute here.

I'm trying to finish this up before Christmas, so cross your fingers!!! Review though. REVIEW!!!!