Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter at all!

Note: I started to write this before I read Deathly Hallows.

"What is wrong with you? You look like the Night Bus hit you."

Katie looked up from the book in her lap, and at her best friend who had just apparated into her living room.

"Thanks Ange, that really makes me feel loads better."

Angelina peered closely at her friend; Katie had purple bags under her eyes, her hair was greasy, and she had on sweats. With a sigh, Angelina sat down next to Katie and put her arm around her.

"What is wrong with you girl? You look...depressed. But the store's business has never been better! I should know, I've been running it for you everyday. I still don't see why Oliver can't come in and help you."

"That's just it, Ange. He's been too busy with his new girlfriend."

Angelina jumped up and looked down at Katie with a broad smile on her face. "So that's what this is about! You're in love with Oliver! Oh my gosh, this is too good. And just so you know, I don't think he is dating that girl."

"I am not in love with him."

Angelina clucked her tongue, "So looking like trash is something you do often, and not when you're mooning over a guy?"

Katie then made a very rude gesture at Angelina, and got off the couch and made for the kitchen.

"Regardless, you need to go back to work. Sitting around here isn't going to solve anything."

Katie paused, "So, let's say that maybe I was in love with Oliver, what should I do? That is if the situation ever presented itself."

Angelina stifled her chuckle, "If you did love Oliver and if he happened to be oblivious, the solution is simple. Parade yourself in front of him. Make him see that you are what is best for him- which you are by the way- and make him go insane with lust."

Katie didn't say anything for a while, then she finally said: "Don't bother covering for me tomorrow, just make sure Oliver stops by."

"Yay! That's the Katie I know and love! Now go take a bath, you kind of stink."

Katie huffed and was about to reply, but with a crack Angelina was gone.

"Stupid Weasleys." She muttered as she headed towards the bathroom.

There happened to be an increase of male customers the next day; that's what Oliver noticed as he walked inside the shop. He also noticed that none of them were actually looking at books. He followed their gazes up to the counter and felt like he couldn't remove his eyes either.

There stood Katie in a tight v- neck sweater, her hair in loose curls around her face, and a glorious smile upon her lips. Oliver gulped and made his way towards the counter. He was here on business he reminded himself; Angelina had said Katie needed to see him, so here he was.

She looked up as he approached and her smile turned into a little smirk.

"Hey...Angelina said you needed to see me." He said and immediately wanted to slap himself for sounding like a complete arse.

Katie blinked, "Oh...yeah...that's right! I wanted to see what you thought of this new Quidditch book we just got in. It's right back here."

Oliver joined her behind the corner and watched as she bent down, in her tight slacks, to retrieve the book off the lowest shelf. She stood back up and faced him so quickly that he stumbled backward a couple feet.

"Are you alright?" Katie asked, though she was completely aware of what she was doing to him.

Oliver ran a hand through his hair, "Yeah...so um...what's the book?"

"Here."

Oliver took the book from her hand and glanced down at the cover.

"The delights and dances of sex?!"

Katie had to stifle her laugh when she saw his eyes bulge, and she grabbed the book from his hands.

"Oh sorry, I grabbed the wrong book." Katie lied, and bent back down to grab the actual Quidditch book.

He looked almost dazed as she handed him the book and he glanced down at the title.

"Yeah...this is a good book."

"Well, how many should I order do you think?" Katie asked, deliberately rubbing up against him as she reached for a quill and parchment.

His adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed and tried to think of a proper answer. Katie carefully watched him as he formulated a response, and deliberately sighed heavily which made her chest swell right in front of his face.

"Twenty five? Or maybe fifty?" She asked innocently, though she was far from it.

"B's I think."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh nothing!" He practically shouted. "I think there's a bee in here. Um...maybe fifty to start out with."

"Okay, that sounds good."

"Was that all you needed me for?" He asked nervously.

Oliver needed to escape before he made a complete arse of himself. He had never acted this way around Katie before, but then again Katie had never paraded herself around him this way before.

Katie smiled, "Yeah that's all. But could you stop by my flat later, we need to sort through some of the financial books."

He couldn't refuse, "Of course...I can come at six."

Plenty of time to sort the conflicting emotions in his head...and other places.

After he left Katie let out a loud laugh, which attracted the attention of all the customers. But she ignored them and turned back to the list of books she was composing.

Angelina and Alicia walked in a little later and found Katie re- shelving some of the books that had been laying around.

"How did it go?" Angelina asked excitedly.

"Brilliant; he acted like a complete idiot." Katie grinned. "He even commented on my breasts at one point."

"Are you serious? Details!" Alicia hissed.

"I asked him how many books he thought I should order and he said: B's I think. Then he tried to pass it off like there was a bee in the store."

"Brilliant." Alicia stated.

"See... didn't I tell you Katie?" Angelina grinned.

"Yeah, and I convinced him to come to my flat later to 'go through financial books'."

"Why... aren't you cunning Katie Bell?"

If Oliver had thought the shop had been bad, he was really in for it that evening. Katie timed her shower just right, so she was just putting on her robe when she heard him arrive in her living room. Katie chuckled to herself and walked into the living room in only her robe.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you told you six." She stated.

Oliver looked up and felt his mouth go dry. Katie stood there with only a short robe on and a smile on her face.

"Here, I'll go grab the books and put something on."

Oliver inwardly groaned, plopped onto the couch, and watched Katie's hips sway as she walked away. He ran his hand through his hair about a million times as he waited, and when Katie finally came back out, his hair was practically standing on end. He breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed Katie in a pair of short shorts and a tight little tank top...it wasn't much but it was something.

"Here's the books; I just wanted you to look at the numbers and see if you were satisfied."

Satisfied? Somehow he knew he wouldn't be satisfied until Katie was straddling his hips with her lips on– he had to keep his mind focused.

"Things just keep growing." Katie commented, and was happy to see that the innuendo had worked; for something else had grown.

"Yeah...I see that."

Katie picked up a nail file and started to file her nails while Oliver silently looked through the books. Then, when she was sure he was absorbed, she 'accidentally' flung the file to the other side of him.

"Oh sorry, let me get that."

She leaned across him, aware that his breathing had stopped, and silently applauded herself when she felt the bulge in his pants.

"This is ridiculous!" Oliver cried and flung the book across the room. He then grabbed Katie under the arms and hauled her up so she was straddling his hips. He ground his hips into hers and growled:

"Do you feel what you are doing to me, woman? You're driving me crazy."

"Good." She whispered then brought her lips down to his for a searing kiss.

She didn't care if he really did have a girlfriend at that moment, she was too busy thinking about the way his lips felt on hers, and the way his tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with her own. She moaned and ground her hips down onto his erection causing him to let out a moan of his own.

The two finally separated, both chests heaving, and stared into each other's eyes.

"Now I have instant gratification, Oliver." She whispered.

"I don't...not yet anyway." He replied huskily as he stood up, locked her legs about his waist, and carried her to the bedroom.

Afterwards they laid intertwined with silly grins plastered on their faces. Katie lay slumped across his chest as Oliver slowly stroked her back.

"So was this whole day about seducing me?" He asked curiously.

"Pretty much, and as you can see...it worked." Katie replied. "You were hilarious at the store, talking about my breasts."

Oliver huffed, "You had me so turned on I couldn't even think straight, and then I saw you in that robe tonight, and then you had to go and lay across my lap."

"You make it sound like you regret what happened."

"Believe me, I don't." Oliver smiled. "In fact, I would say that I was completely satisfied."