I'm back Muhahaha. This was something I wrote before, and I thought it was rather cute so I decided to upload it. A fairly typical KBOW my style I guess.

Enjoy.

"Late again, Mr Wood?"

Of course he had been late. But the play he had been working on was just too good to be abandoned like that. Which explained why he showed up for Potions lessons late, wheezing and out of breath.

Oliver took a quick glance at the clock in the dungeon as he wiped sweat off his brow. Eleven ten. Crap, he thought inwardly, but tried to look as cool as possible.

"Perhaps you forgot that lessons start at eleven. Five points," Professor Snape said, his eyes glinting with so much malice that Oliver thought it best not to argue. Silently he walked down the aisle to the only empty seat at the back of the cold dungeon. Percy Weasley threw him his signature I-told-you-so smug look. Oliver ignored him.

Sighing, he opened up his book bag to pull out his copy of Magical Droughts and Potions, only to find that the rather thick textbook was visibly missing. He suddenly remembered where it was—on the Common Room table. He lent it to some fifth-year for 'light-reading'.

Snape of course, noticed this at once.

"Ah. I see that you have forgotten to bring your textbook, Mr Wood."

"Um, yes."

"Another five points then." Snape smiled at him scarily.

Oliver cursed under his breath, wondering what else the Potions Master would do to him. He wasn't the teacher's pet— that was obvious enough.

This was turning out to be a very bad day. A very, very bad day.

"Fortunately for you," Snape continued with a slight scorn," Another of an absent minded team member of yours have left her copy behind. Strangely, right at this table too. You may use it for the time being, and then return it." Pausing, he smiled and said "I wonder though, if forgetfulness is a trait of Gryffindors?"

Ignoring the obvious jab at him, Oliver retrieved the textbook from Snape, frowning slightly. It was a slightly battered copy of Magical Droughts and Potions, with no name indication of whom it belonged to on the cover. Perhaps it was Alicia's? As he flipped through the book randomly he realised that the pages were in almost-mint condition.

Nope, it couldn't be Alicia's. She lived and breathed in her textbooks. He flipped quickly to the first page.

Katie Bell.

Oliver smiled, wondering why he hadn't thought all of her in the first place. After all, it was this pretty chaser who always absentmindedly left her things all over the castle. He himself had spent many good hours searching high and low for random items that she seemed to keep losing. Some of them ended up in weird places too, such as on top of the Quidditch hoops. He could never figure that one out.

The almost-mint condition inside was a dead give-away too.

"I expect you all to be competent enough to finish the Confunding Potions on page twenty two within an hour," Snape suddenly barked. Oliver realised with a jolt he hadn't been listening—he had been absorbed in admiring Katie's handwriting. Perhaps he better get started soon, before the Potions Professor picked on him again. He quickly started chopping the ingredients.

He had finished his potion within forty-five minutes with relative ease, much to his amazement. In fact, he mused, his existence in this entire class had been pretty much a joke in the first place. Nevertheless though, he had been scoring Exceeding Expectations in Potions and had the OWL to prove it.

Though the potion had been pretty basic one, many students (particularly the Slytherins) seemed to be struggling with it. This left him with pretty much fifteen minutes with nothing to do.

With decidedly nothing much to do, he flipped open Katie's copy of Potions textbook. At least, he laughed silently to himself, he would look like he was reading something school-related for a change.

For a moment he wondered whether this was considered an invasion of privacy, to be flipping through it without Katie's permission. He quickly dismissed those thoughts though, after recounting the number of times Katie simply snatched his precious playbooks against his private will and made numerous comments on the impracticality of all of them.

He casually flipped the next few pages.

There wasn't much to look at first glance. A couple of doodles consisting of mainly stick figures and broomsticks. A cat. One of a Keeper being hit by a bludger (she will pay for that one, Oliver told himself), and several signatures of her own name scattered about the page.

She had pretty nice handwriting, Oliver thought, although it was slightly more untidy than one would have expect of a girl. But the scrawl had a certain pleasing shape to it. He liked the way her 'A's and 'Q's were curled at the end.

He flipped to the next page, one supposedly used for taking down notes during lessons. Oliver was not surprised to see that it had been turn to a page used for non-classroom related purposes. He found a different loopy scrawl alongside with Katie's pretty one, writing what seems to be a conversation:

This lesson is retarded.

Perhaps if we spent more time listening instead of talking like we always do, we may actually find it enjoyable.

I change my mind. You are retarded, Bell.

Then why are you the one permanently in Transfigurations remedial?

Ouch. That hurts. At least I'm not the one having an indecent, unhealthy obsession a on certain oblivious male.

At least he's guaranteed to be alpha male. You on the other hand…

Oliver grinned. She could be feisty when she wanted to.

The bell rang a minute later, and Oliver reluctantly put down the book. It had been very good entertainment for a change.

It was around lunch time when he spotted her dashing around the hallway. In fact, so engrossed was she in her task that she failed to notice her captain and walked passed him, unaware of his presence.

"Oi, Bell!" he called, and he watch her whirl around in surprise.

"Hi, Oliver," she greeted, looking slightly dishevelled. It was a look that suited her very nicely though. Her green eyes looked particularly bright, and the flush became her very much. "Can't stop. Got to-"

"Find your Potions Book?" he finished for her, fishing out a very-familiar looking book out of his bag. A very pleasant smile of relief broke from her face as he handed it back to her.

"Thanks," she told him gratefully, and she leaned against the corridor, trying to catch her breath. One of her dark brown curls stuck out of her head.

"Some advice for you though," Oliver said, smoothing down the offending hair to its original position," Don't decide on a future career in art. Some drawings of me in there weren't particularly flattering."

"I happen to think that they were accurate portraits," she replied, but continued to smile all the same. "I take it that you peeked into my books? Tsk, Tsk. It's called invasion of privacy."

"This is coming from a woman who barges into my room at any hour of the day without knocking the door," he retorted playfully. "Who's the one with the loopy handwriting?"

"Fred. He's my potions partner."

"Sounds fun."

"Dangerous, more like," Katie said resentfully, "You can't believe how many potions he had blown up so far! And I! I sit beside him!"

"Can you tell the twins apart by handwriting?" He asked curiously. He always supposed that the twins had similar writing styles.

"Yeah. Fred's loopy. George's one is more spiky."

"So," He asked nonchalantly, "Who's the male you have been pining after?"

"Which one?" Katie asked, confused.

"You know," Oliver said casually. "The Alpha male one you mentioned on page fifty three. The conversation with Fred. I don't suppose you remember?"

Apparently the diversion tactic didn't work.

"Curious, aren't we?" Katie said, her eyes twinkling, "Figure that one yourself. I'm surprised you haven't noticed." With that, she flounced away, heading down the hallway once more.

"Where are you going?" he asked, confused. She was dashing around the hallways again.

"To find my other textbooks. I could use some help," With that, Oliver rolled his eyes and trudged after her to help her in her hunt for another missing book.

Oliver made sure he came into Potions early the next time. He wasn't sure whether this made Snape happier or angrier.

Unfortunately, the moment Oliver sat down on his rickety stool, he realised that he had once again forgotten to bring his textbook. Merlin, he must be hanging around Katie too much. He was picking up all her little quirks.

Luckily though, he spotted a copy shoved halfway into one of the bench's drawer. He quickly pulled it out in case Snape got any more ideas and decided to deduct more points from Gryffindor. The professor passed him with a sneer on his face.

He didn't have to flip to the first page to find out who its owner was. The handwriting on the book was instantly recognisable. Oliver wondered whether this was going to become a routine for both of them. Katie forgetting her books, and he returning them to her.

There was five minutes before the start of lessons though, so he casually flipped through several pages, eagerly trying to spot any new entries.

There was one, around page thirty. Although it had not been dated, Oliver was pretty sure it was a pretty recent one. Just a badly composed rant written by Fred regarding the last Quidditch practice (He brought four bludgers for practice! Four!) and several rough caricatures of the giant squid and Snape.

The page was badly blotched though, by what seems to be quill ink. It struck Oliver as weird; Katie wasn't really the clumsy, inky-hand type, and no slob would have spilled so much ink except deliberately. Several words seem to be heavily crossed-out. In a moment of spontaneous insanity, Oliver tried to decipher the words. It seemed to be composed of solely four letters. K…B…He couldn't see the third letter, though he was almost certain that the last letter was a 'W'. But he wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure it was a word.

What could it mean? But before he got a chance to figure it out, the classroom door swung open again. Lessons were going to begin soon. Oliver made a mental note to think about it again.

"Hey 'Liver!"

Oliver winced at the nickname. It must be one of the twins— he just had to figure out which. Oliver wondered whether he should conduct a handwriting analysis on him. The thought made him smile a little.

"Fred here. The devilishly handsome one." The red-headed twin told him, as if guessing his thoughts. His captain had been staring at him dazedly. "Heading to lunch?"

"Yeah," and with that, the both of them headed towards the great hall.

Ten minutes passed between them in complete silence, the Scot being too wrapped up in his own thoughts while the redhead was too busy devouring lamb chops.

"Do you know we sit at the exact same seats and bench for potions?" Oliver suddenly blurt out, as if it just occur to him.

Fred looked up, his mouth full of potatoes. He wondered why that seemed to amuse his Captain so much.

"And you know this because..?"

"I found Katie's potion book in the drawer. And both of you are partners."

"Wow. Us sitting on the same seat at different time of the day. What a freaky thought." Fred mused as he received a light punch from the Captain, though still slightly confused. Why was Oliver smiling that way?

"Where is she anyway? She rarely misses lunch," Oliver wondered, earning himself another look from his lunch time companion. It was a look of confusion which turned to comprehension suddenly dawning, followed by one with a mischievous glint in it. Fred grinned.

"Probably finding a lost sock or something. I will demand an explanation for this mysterious occurrence during Charms."

"Then you can pass her back the book." Oliver said, shoving the book to the evil-looking Fred.

"Oh no Captain. You should have the honour of doing that yourself. Won't want to miss a chance like that would you?" said a laughing Fred, who threw the book back and then pretended to turn to George, who was beside him at the lunch table. Oliver didn't have a chance to reply because the two of them smirk at him before excusing themselves from the table.

There was something in Fred's grin he didn't quite trust.

She was running around again. Except this time, he caught up with her outside the Common Room.

"Looking for your book again?" he asked, and he saw her whip her head around.

"I see you got it again as well," Katie commented, smiling. "Boy am I hungry. I can't believe I didn't eat lunch."

"Neither can I, so I brought you these," Oliver told her, tossing her a brown bag. She opened it. There were two blueberry muffins. Or rather, one and a half. But she was grateful anyway.

"Thanks," she beamed, taking a large bite from one of them and sinking into the red sofa. Oliver followed suit.

"This better not become a tradition, Katie." He warned.

"Why not? You don't seem to mind it," the brunette said, smirking as she ate.

"That's because I have high tolerance for nutcases."

"You talking about me, or Fred?"

"Both. Always both." He grinned.

"That is not a compliment Wood, to classify me with his kind."

"Any idea why Fred refused to help me return you your book anyway?" Oliver asked, cocking his eyebrows quizzically. The brunette shrugged as she polished off the first muffin.

"Maybe he's afraid I would hex him."

" Nope. It was more like, I don't know. He made some random comment about missing a chance."

It was at this moment the chaser stopped eating. She turned her inquisitive green eyes to him, tapping her chin with a finger, as if making an observation.

"You haven't figured it out." Katie stated. It was a fact.

"Figure out what?" Oliver asked curiously, leaning forward. It seemed to him he couldn't decipher what any of them were saying at all. Nothing made sense.

"Even Fred figured it," She shook her head. "You must be really dense."

"I resent being classified with his kind too," Oliver frowned.

"You are not. You are much worse. Even Fred figured!"

"Figured what?" He asked confusedly. But Katie merely smiled at him, shaking her head again.

"Don't worry about it. You will figure it out someday." And then, as sudden as she had settled into the sofa, Katie stood up, pressed her lips against Oliver's forehead as she popped the last bit of muffin into his mouth and walked away.

"Thanks for the muffin!" she called out as she exited the room. But her Captain was too busy to answer.

Oliver's cheeks were still burning five minutes later.

Kudos to me for finishing up this. I was thinking of expanding it into a small two or three shot, but I need some opinion here, so right now it's staying as a oneshot. Please please please review and tell me what you think about it.

I finished Breaking Dawn a week ago. I thought it was quite okay, though I have to say some parts were a bit of a let down. But overall it's quite a terrific book, and I absolutely cannot wait for the movie to come out! What do you all think of it?

Review!!