Hey everyone! Ok, I'm hoping this story turns out better than Breathing For You did. Sorry if you liked that one, but I didn't have any ideas left for it. Anyway, I hope you find this one even better. So, without further ado, I give you the debut chapter!

Oliver Wood entered the small café and glanced around. Pointing to an empty table, he sat down with Brooke, one of his fellow teammates. Oliver sighed to himself as Brooke began ranting about her latest shopping expedition.

6'2 with hazel eyes, sandy brown hair, and a body to die for, Oliver Wood definitely could be considered more than good-looking. Not to mention he was Keeper for the Puddlemere United pro-quidditch team. So, there was doubt that he could have had virtually any woman he laid eyes on. This included Brooke, who'd spent her time, since they first met, throwing herself at him. Unfortunately for her, Oliver had shown no interest in return.

After ordering, Oliver blocked out Brooke's would-be conversation and scanned the café, his eyes resting on a pretty blonde girl, sitting alone in the corner, immersed in a book. Oliver watched her with great interest as she sat pleasantly, occasionally taking a sip of her tea.

Then, as if right on cue, the girl looked up, straight into Oliver's eyes. Oliver found himself speechless, a shock running through him, as he stared back at her. She had the most striking green eyes he'd ever seen. He nodded at her and she smiled lightly.

"Hello? Ol-i-ver? Are you listening to me?"

Oliver jerked out of his daze and turned back to Brooke, who was looking annoyed. "Sorry, what?"

"I said, do you think Joe will let me out of practice tomorrow night?"

"I don't know," Oliver said, looking back over at the blonde woman. He was dismayed to find that she had gone back to reading her book.

Minutes later, after their orders had arrived, Oliver looked up again and saw the woman leaving the cafe, just as the door shut behind her.

"I was thinking light blue," Brooke's voice said. "What do you think?"

"Hey, Katie?"

Katie Bell looked up from her stack of papers and saw Cho Chang's head appear in her doorway. "Here's your next assignment," she said, tossing a yellow folder on Katie's desk.

"All right, thanks," Katie said, reaching for and opening the folder. Cho's head disappeared as Katie began to read through the papers. "Interview with Oliver Wood?" she murmured to herself. "Well, won't that be interesting?"

A Week Later

Katie looked up as a loud knock broke through the quiet silence of her office. "Come in," she called out, already anticipating the visitor. A very good-looking man appeared and stepped through the doorway. Katie immediately recognized him. Not only was he the star Keeper for the Puddlemere United quidditch team, he was Katie's old quidditch captain back from when she went to Hogwarts and the man she'd seen a week earlier at her favorite café.

Oliver froze as he entered the office, not quite believing his eyes. It was the blonde woman with the striking green eyes he'd seen reading a book from the week before.

"Well," she said. "So we meet again."

"Oliver Wood," Oliver introduced, sticking his hand out. The woman smiled lightly.

"I didn't think you'd remember," she said.

"Actually, I do," Oliver said. "Last week-at that café."

"Actually, I think we've met before that," she said. She shook Oliver's hand and smiled even more, her eyes meeting his, sending another shock through him. "Katie," she said. "Katie Bell."

Oliver's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Katie?" he repeated. "Katie Bell?" She nodded and laughed.

"Yeah, it's me," she said.

"Bloody hell, I don't believe it!" Oliver said. "How have you been?"

"Can't complain," Katie said with a shrug. "No need to ask you, Mr. Keeper. By the way, great game last Saturday."

"Thanks." Oliver continued to stare at her as a silence fell between them.

"Well, best get started then," Katie said. They sat down and Katie opened the yellow folder. "All set then?" she asked. Oliver nodded and Katie began.

"What inspired you to play quidditch?"

"My dad," Oliver said. "He used to play for the Prides."

"How old were you when you first realized that quidditch was what you wanted to do?"

"About 11, I guess."

"If you didn't play quidditch, what would you be doing right now?"

Oliver thought for a moment. "I never really thought about it," he said. "I guess it'd be cool to be a commentator." Katie looked up from the parchment she was scribbling on.

"Remember Lee Jordan?" she asked. Oliver laughed.

"Yeah," he said. "He definitely made all those matches interesting."

"Remember the time he started cussing out Marcus Flint and Professor McGonagall chased him around the whole stadium?"

Oliver laughed again. "Everyone stopped playing, just so they could watch."

Katie smiled and let her eyes meet his. An awkward silence fell between them and Katie tore her eyes away, looking back at her parchment. "Right," she said. "Um, what's your favorite thing about your career?"

"Just being able to do what I love," Oliver told her. "You know, not many people can always say that about their jobs."

"Ok, and I know this is no one's business," Katie said, "But I'm required to ask. Are there any wedding plans in your future?"

"No," Oliver said. "Can't say there are."

"No candidates picked out?"

"Well," Oliver said. "I don't know. I haven't really gotten to know anyone." Katie was confused by this, thinking back to the girl that was with Oliver the week before.

The time seemed to pass fairly as they continued with the interview. After scribbling down Oliver's answer to the last question, Katie looked up.

"Well, that's it," she said.

"Ok," Oliver said, standing up.

"Well, it was nice talking to you again," Katie mumbled.

"Yeah, you too," Oliver said, staring at his feet.

"Um, this article should be printed sometime next week," Katie said. "I'll owl you when I know for sure. My boss has to go over it and he kind of procrastinates."

Oliver nodded and headed towards the door. "Well, nice to see you," he said.

"Mmm hmm," Katie said with a smile. "You too." They shook hands and Oliver left.

Katie sighed to herself and sat down at her desk to go over her notes. The clock ticked, indicating it was 5:00.

"Hey, Katie?"

"Hmm?" Katie responded looking up at Oliver, who had reappeared in the doorway.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" he asked.

"Nothing important," Katie said.

"Well, I was just wondering, maybe, you'd want to grab something to eat," Oliver suggested. "You know, and catch up on things. If you wanted. I mean..........."

"Sure," Katie said. "Sounds great. I just got off about a minute ago." She closed her folder, grabbed her cloak and smiled at him. "Let's go."

(Well, there you have it. Review and let me know how it is. If you hated it, bear with me here! I don't know about the next update, considering homework is overwhelming. Thanks and review!)