Hello, here's another story, I hope you like it! Sorry this chapter is short, I just got this idea and had to get it up ASAP! So if there are lots of spelling/grammar mistakes, please forgive me!

"Who Do You Love?"

Chapter One – The Discovery

Oliver Wood walked through the darkened halls of Hogwarts. He received a detention earlier, and was currently walking to the professors' office, not too happy.

"This is just wonderful," Oliver mumbled miserably to himself, "Just what I need, something else to take me away from Quidditch."

Quidditch was Oliver's life. He was so passionate about it, it consumed his every thought. He was finally in his last year of school and planned on working his heart out to get a contract with a professional Quidditch team. It was his life goal to be the greatest known Keeper in Quidditch history.

He imagined his stocky figure on the finest Firebolt, hovering in front of the hoops. The wind blowing through his dark brown hair, his dark brown eyes concentrating on the opposing Chaser. The crowd was screaming in the stands. The teams were tied. The Chaser threw the Quaffle and he dived, and caught it! The crowd erupted in cheers as his Seeker caught the Snitch. They had won the game!

Oliver threw his arms in the arm, and laughed to himself.

His little daydream lasted until he finally reached the office door. Gloomily, he knocked the dark mahogany wood door. No answer. He knocked again, this time slightly harder. Still, no answer. Quite unusual.

Oliver pushed the heavy door open and walked into the office. He was always creeped out when he had to come here. There was something dark and evil about it. A shiver ran up his spine as he went in a bit further.

"Professor?" Oliver called out. Still, no answer.

Oliver walked around and saw a slightly open door to the left of the large dark office with a bit of light creeping out of it. He walked in a bit further, figuring the professor had been working intensively and was so into his work that he hadn't heard Oliver. It was plausible, but not usual.

He walked up to the door and pushed it open. What he saw in there was something he hoped his imagination had made up. Something that should have never been seen by any one.

"Katie?" Oliver choked out, "What the hell?" He couldn't think straight.

Katie turned sharply. "Oh God, Oliver, I can explain."

Oliver shook his head and bolted out the door. He didn't want to know the explanation. There was no explanation. He kept shaking his head; there was nothing else to do. He was so shocked, so traumatized. Oliver thought he might have to gouge his eyes out, or at least wash them vigorously. That scene was so wrong.

"Katie and him!" Oliver thought frantically, "It couldn't be possible. She was too… too… too sweet, too good, to be doing this."

Oliver stopped and leaned up against a wall. He still couldn't believe it though. He saw Katie Bell and…

"Oliver!" Katie called as she came around the corner and saw him, "Oliver, we need to talk about what just happened."

"Katie, I saw, there is no explanation."

"It's not what you think. We… like one another." Her green eyes shifted nervously.

"You like one another? How is that possible?"

"I don't know, it just happened," she said exasperated, running her hands through her long, thick deep brown hair.

"When?"

"A few months ago. I had detention and I don't know, we kissed. We clicked. I'd always had a little thing for him."

"How!"

Katie shrugged, "I don't know, it all happened so fast, but I didn't want it to stop."

"Katie! You can't do this, you'll get in trouble."

"No, we won't."

"What!"

"We just won't. I'm in my last year, I'm almost eighteen. The Ministry or the school can't do anything after I turn eighteen."

"Are you sleeping with him?" The thought disturbed Oliver greatly. He didn't know why he asked it, it just popped out.

Katie looked down. "Yes."

"Oh Katie! No! That's disgusting!" Oliver yelled, "I'm going to vomit!"

"Shhh! Don't yell!" Katie hissed, "It's not disgusting. No one can know about this either!"

"You expect me to keep quiet?"

"Please Oliver?" She looked at Oliver with those big pretty eyes, and he knew he couldn't say no.

"Fine. But you'd better get me out of detention for this."

"I will! I promise!" Katie said, "Thank you so much Oliver!" She jumped on him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "Thank you!"

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think! I know this is a bit risky, so I'd love to know if I should go on.