Why Can't You See?

Chapter Three

The next night I sat in the common room waiting for Alicia and Angelina. They were late as always. Probably making out with their boyfriends. Why do couples always do that? Is there some need to attach your face to the person you're dating? If so, I don't get it.

I sat on one of the couches, flipping through some muggle magazine someone left lying around. I saw Oliver walk into the room dressed in Quidditch gear. I raised an eyebrow in surprise. Now he wanted to practice?

He was frowning again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Especially when he was around me. Hmmm.

"Hullo, Katie."

I lifted my lips in a slight smile, but still keeping my eyes on the magazine. "How are you doing, Oliver?" I asked.

He sat down next to me. "So you have that big date tonight," he began after clearing his throat.

I put down the magazine and grinned at him. He was still frowning and it made my smile widen even more. "Yeah. It's going to be great. Paul seems like a really nice guy."

Oliver nodded slowly. "I hope he is, Katie. You deserve it," he told me softly.

I frowned at him in confusion. What was with him? A piece of hair fell out of my ponytail and into my face. Oliver scooted a bit closer and brushed it away before I had the chance.

My breath caught in my throat as he leaned forward. All thought ceased to exist in my mind as Oliver wood's lips brushed mine.

I was flying. Well, at least that's what it felt like. I had goose bumps all over as I shivered with the excitement of his mouth.

He pulled away quickly and blinked at me. "I'm sorry, Katie. I shouldn't have done that."

I stared back at him while my heart slammed against my chest. He was sorry? He kisses me right before my date to get over him and he's sorry? My blood began to boil and I opened my mouth to tell him just what he could do with his stinking apology-

"Katie, we're ready!" Alicia said loudly as she and Angelina made their way downstairs.

Angie stopped at the foot of the stairs and narrowed her eyes at me.

"What?" I said, alarmed. I hate it when she does that. It makes me feel like she knows things she shouldn't.

She wrinkled her nose. "You're not wearing that, are you?"

I looked down at my sweater and plain black slacks. "What's wrong with it?"

"You want him to drool over you, not think he's dating his grandmum." She stalked over to me and pulled me up. "Don't worry, Kat, we'll make you look so breathtaking, no guy will resist you," she said a little too loudly over her shoulder.

I snuck a glance at Oliver and he was frowning again. Actually, he looked very annoyed.

~*~

I sat on Alicia's bed as the two of them rummaged through their closets looking for (in their own words, not mine) "something sexy" for me to wear.

I was very afraid. I let them dress up over summer when we went to a Muggle club in London, I looked like a hooker.

"No mini skirts!" I said suddenly.

Alicia gave me a "duh" look. "We're going to be crawling through tunnels. We don't want him seeing your knickers. Well, not yet anyway."

I glared at her. "Paul won't be seeing my knickers at all."

Angie turned to me and smiled brilliantly. "We weren't talking about Paul. But I'm sure you'd let Oliver."

I blushed something bright red. "He won't be seeing them either."

She shrugged as if she didn't believe me. "All right. If you say so. But he'll really want to when he sees you in this."

~*~

Angelina pulled the rubber band out of my hair as Alicia put the finishing touches on my face.

"You look gorgeous, Katie," Alicia breathed out.

I really do, I thought as I stood in front of the full-length mirror. I was wearing skintight leather pants that were low at the waist and a baby blue halter top. The metallic looking make-up Alicia put on was nothing more than a light dusting and my hair fell long and straight, down my back.

Angie hugged me tightly. "Oliver will want a nice long snog session. Instead of a little peck."

"How did you know?" my face was bright red, I could feel it.

Alicia grinned. "We saw it. But even if we didn't, it's written all over you face."

I forced a smile. "Well it doesn't matter. The kiss was little too late. Come on. I have a date to get to."

I could hear the Weasley twins talking loudly with Oliver about (what else is there? Let's all say it together) Quidditch.

They all looked up as we descended the stairs. Oliver's eyes went wide when he saw me and I watched as he swallowed. He opened his mouth to speak, but George beat him to it.

"Beautiful, Katie! Positively gorgeous!" he told me.

"Thanks, George." I smiled at them. "We should go. Paul's probably wondering if we fell into a hole."

I raised an eyebrow at Oliver. He just blinked at me. I guess he was rendered speechless by my outfit.

"Have a good time," he called after us as we headed for the entrance. "Don't forget, Quidditch practice at six tomorrow."