I apologize for the long wait. I've been struggling with some writer's block. This is not the longest chapter, but I wanted to put something online to end the waiting!

The first week of practice went great. It was a full-time job in itself. It didn't leave all that much time for me to see Oliver as much as I wanted. Since he left my place that morning before my second practice I only saw him once. We met for drinks with Saoirse and this guy who asked her out on a date, who turned out to be as intelligent as a turnip, on a Thursday evening. It was nice but I only wished we could've spent more time alone with each other. We were slowly getting to the point where I was wondering what I should call us. We've been on a few dates and I felt myself getting very attached to him. I wish I knew how he felt about me. I know he likes me and he knows I like him. But does he like me enough to enter into a relationship with me? On the other hand there was a lot of talk about what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. It worried me to be honest, it was either very overly dramatic or extremely naïve. Saoirse and I don't really like to talk about it that much so we just don't.

When I arrived home from another gruelling practice I arrived home to a post owl in my living room. I assumed it was from Oliver and then his own owl was busy with something else. I opened the letter with a big grin on my face but when I saw the handwriting I saw that it was not from Oliver. I scanned the letter quickly but then read it more thoroughly.

"Dear cousin,

My business abroad has finally come to a close and I'm returning to Britain again, back home. I am of course more than anxious to see you (and everybody) again, but most of all you of course. I can't believe it's been so long, but my boss has insisted on me staying in Albania for all this time. Anyway, I'll be returning by the end of the month, I'm looking forward to seeing you again.

Love, Thomas."

I felt a surge of joy from reading this letter. I hadn't seen Thomas in two years now. He left the country for some vague job right after he graduate school. We used to be thick as thieves as children, but when we left for school we left for different schools and we started seeing less of each other every year. And when he left really suddenly without saying goodbye after his graduation I saw even less of him. Especially because of his shady job, it never did sit quite right with me. And what's in Albania anyway? But either way I was just really happy to have him coming back into my life again. The door opened behind me and Saoirse walked in. She noticed my smiling face and the letter in my hand and started grinning.

'What, did Oliver finally propose? A little lame to do it in a letter though if you ask me.' She said as she dumped her bag next to the couch with a loud thud.

'Ha, ha. Very funny smarty-pants. But no, it's from Thomas.'

'As in hot cousin Thomas?' She asked as she looked over my shoulder to see the letter.

'You mean my cousin Thomas who you used to find hot?'

'That exact one.'

'Well, he's moving back home. He's finally leaving Albania.'

'Finally. He sounds so much more formal than necessary. Do you think he has changed much?'

'It'd be weird if he hadn't, right? He has been gone for two years.'

'I do wonder what kind of shady job he was doing over there. Can't be all that pretty if he has never mentioned what it is exactly what he does.'

'I don't know. Maybe he did some illegal dragon dealings.' I joked.

'How do you mean? Like some kind of illegal dragon prostitute ring?' Saoirse joked back.

'His parents would love that.'

'Anyway, talking about love. You made the front-page again.' She said as she pointed to a magazine that was lying on our kitchen counter.

'You've got to be kidding me. How am I interesting enough to make these magazines?' I said as I walked up to the counter and grabbed the magazine. There wasn't a picture of me on it just a headline that read: "Finally, a Seeker that really catches". I rolled my eyes and flipped open the magazine. There was a picture of us and some bullshit explanation of how we supposedly met. The picture was taken when we had the double date with the guy that Saoirse was seeing. It had to be, since that was the first and the last time that I had worn that dress.

'They could at least put a little effort into their headlines. It's not very catchy is it?' I said and I threw the magazine in the bin.

'Hey! I was still reading that!'

'You should get some higher standards when it comes to trashy magazines.' I declared and sat down at the kitchen counter.

'There are no standards for trashy magazines, honey.'

'You would know, wouldn't you?' I joked and stuck out my tongue to her. She was standing in the kitchen and stuck her tongue back out to me. I laughed and looked away, just that moment an orange came flying right past my head.

'Oh yeah, real mature. I know, I never learn.' Saoirse joked back. I just laughed but when her back was turned I shot a jellyleg jinx her way. 'Oh no, you didn't!' She shrieked as she tried to dance her way over to me. Just that moment somebody knocked on our door. Saoirse protested as I walked to the door to open it. 'Come on! Release me, will you? Before I look like a total idiot.' I grinned at her but the moment before I opened the door I quickly shot the counter jinx her way. I could hear a sigh of relief as my hand hit the handle. I opened the door and saw Oliver standing there. I immediately knew something wasn't quite right by the look on his face.

'Oliver, are you okay?' I asked as I let him in.

'Yeah, I'm fine. Do you think we can talk for a second?' My heart started beating a little faster as he said it. I knew that an unannounced visit where the guy wants to talk never ends very well. It usually ends up the person opening the door getting dumped.

'Yeah. Yeah sure.' I said. Oliver started making his way to my room when he noticed Saoirse standing in the kitchen.

'Hey Saoirse, how are you?' He greeted her with a smile that wasn't quite his.

'Yeah, I'm great.' She said as she noticed that he wasn't really himself. She gave me a reassuring smile behind his back as we walked to my room. I gave her a confused look before I turned to corner and entered my room. I noticed that he wasn't going to sit down, but I felt like I had to. What was wrong with him?

'Okay, I don't even really know where to start right now. But I have to tell you this.' He blurted out as he started pacing back and forth in front of me.

'Oliver. Slow down. Is everything okay?'

'Yeah, everything's fine. Well not really. Not after I tell you what I'm going to tell you.' Okay, it's official. He's going to break up with me. He waited until I was going to say something, which I didn't so he continued. 'I'm just going to have to blurt it out. I'm married.'

What? I couldn't even talk. I kept looking at him with my mouth still hanging open in shock.

'That came out all wrong, please let me explain.' He said as he kept pacing.

'How did that came out wrong? There's only one way for that to come out, and you just used it.' I said as I stood up from the bed, recovered from the initial shock. Married? What was he even talking about? Did he just get married? Was he married when we met? How could this be even possible? Was I suddenly the other woman?

'No. Katelyn, wait let me explain. You know my teammate Parker, right?' Long legged beautiful blonde, how could I forget?

'Yeah, I know who she is.' I narrowed my eyes at him.

'You can't tell anybody what I'm about to tell you, because nobody can know.'

'How are you even in a position to demand anything, right now? And why would I tell anybody anything about this either? Do you know how embarrassing that would be?' I yelled at him. When I noticed how much I raised my voice I put my hand to my mouth to force myself to stop yelling at him.

'Slow down will you? I can explain this.'

'Then explain!'

'She's a lesbian.' That shut me up.

'Lesbi-what, excuse me?' I blabbered out.

'Lesbian. She likes girls. And she didn't want anyone to find out. And one reporter almost found out. So we did this.' He said with a slightly panicked voice.

'Oh my god. How can this get even more bizarre?' I got up from my bed and put my hand to head in confusion. So my boyfriend is married to his lesbian teammate. My boyfriend is married to his lesbian teammate. I did not see this one coming. 'My boyfriend is married to his lesbian teammate.' I started to pace around the room but Oliver grabbed my arm and turned me around so I would look at him.

'Katelyn, I'm so sorry. But this should have no effect on us.' He said. I wrenched my arm away from his hand.

'No effect on us? Are you freaking kidding me? You're married! With a capital M.'

'You don't understand Kate. She was going to be ruined if the press found out. And they almost did find out. That's why we had to marry. But then it turned out the journalist had no proof so we did it all for nothing. They'll find out if we try to divorce now. We can't-'

'Oliver, honestly I don't even want to hear it. This is just too much right now. What do you even want me to say?' I put my hands in my hair again.

'That you can look past this? Please Kate.' He took another step towards me and took both of my hands in his. He searched my eyes for some sign of giving in. I didn't give in.

'I need some time to think Oliver. You're married. What else didn't you tell me?' My voice broke.

'Nothing, I swear. I have nothing else to hide.' Once again I pulled my hands from his.

'Please go.'

Immediately after he left I started crying. Saoirse came rushing into my room when she heard the noise I was making. She found me half sitting and half lying on my bedroom floor, sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

'Dear Merlin, what happened? Kate, are you okay?' She kneeled down next to me and threw her arm over me in comfort. I rested my head on her other arm and continued sobbing. Only after I calmed myself down a bit I was able to tell her what had happened.

'That bloody arse. I can't believe he actually did this.' When I stayed silent, besides the sobbing of course, she continued. 'Why did he even tell you now? He could never have told you and you wouldn't have found out. What suddenly changed his mind? He was fine the last time you saw him, right?'

'I don't know.' I told her miserably in between sobs.

'I mean, it seems weird for him to suddenly come clean. Something must have changed. Do you think that she and him ever did – you know?'

'Saoirse, you're not helping.'

'I know, but they are married, right?'

'She's gay.'

'And he's hot.' Against my will I laughed. Only Saoirse could cheer me up by talking about Oliver's alleged sex life.

'He really is hot.' I confessed.

'Damn him.'

'I don't know what to do Saoirse. What do I do? He's married, how can I look past that?'

'I honestly don't know what you should do? What do you want?' I though about it for a second, what do I want?

'I want him, I really do. But without the marriage certificate.'

'I think it's pretty much a package deal. This is a tough one, honey.' She said as she kissed the top of my head.

'I know, I feel awful.'

'You should.' She added and I laughed again.

'Don't quit your day job to further this career as psychologist, because you suck at this.'

'Hey, I think I just saw an actual smile on your face. And it's not my boyfriend who's married, so who sucks now?' Again I burst out laughing.

'I was already wondering how long it would take for you to take the piss.'

'Okay, I'm going to get some ice cream out of the freezer and you're going to eat it. Then you're going to go to bed and overthink every possible outcome of whatever you decide to do. Then hopefully you'll fall asleep after about four hours and tomorrow we will discuss this further. Okay?'

I woke up the next day with three empty ice cream containers next to my bed. I found out the hard way when I stepped out of my bed into one of the containers. I tripped trying to get out of it and was just able to save myself by holding onto my bed.

'Bollocks.' I muttered while I left my room. After I had swiped of the remaining sticky ice cream from my foot I entered living room to get some breakfast. Saoirse was already sitting at the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal in front of her.

'Morning sunshine. How are you doing?'

'Hmm.' I muttered while I shuffled towards the cupboards.

'Okay, I wasn't sure if I should show you this but I figured that it's like ripping off a Band-Aid. Just know that I'm here for you, okay?' She said as I sat down in front of her with my own bowl of cereal.

'What are you talking about?' I asked her, alarmed. I had a bad feeling that it was somehow about Oliver and what he told me last night. Usually these bad feelings turn out to be right.

'This.' She said as she pulled a magazine from her lap and laid it down in front of me. My bad feeling was right as I saw Oliver's face on the front page of the magazine. He wasn't the only own on the front page; his blonde teammate was on there as well. As well as my face.

'Oh my god.' I said as I dropped the magazine. I put my hand on my mouth and looked to Saoirse in shock.

'Honey, I think this looks a lot worse than it is. Honestly.' She said as she stood up from her chair and came towards me to give me a hug. When she released me I picked the magazine back up again and started reading the article.

"Shocking news! Recent discoveries have uncovered the marriage certificate of Puddlemere United's Keeper Oliver Wood and fellow teammate Parker Graham. Oliver Wood has been making the news recently with his newfound relationship with Aidan Lynch's daughter Katelyn Lynch. Now it turns out that Oliver has been married for more than a year. Does this make Katelyn "the other woman"?"

The article continued for two more pages but I couldn't read a word more.

'This is awful.' I said to Saoirse, trying to hold back more tears that were threatening to come out.

'I know, honey. I think you should really go to your parents today. Your dad will know some people who can set this straight. On your part at least.'

'You're right. I have practice in two hours, I should probably head there before practice starts.' I groaned. Quidditch practice usually gets me out of my head, but right now I was not looking forward to it.

'Everything's going to be fine, I promise.' She promised. If only she was right.