Cheers! (anyone)

"Say no more Olli, I completely understand. Harry does the exact same thing." Sirina sighed.

"It's the constant pressure, I just hope Katie's able to handle it." He said before immediately cursing himself for saying that outloud.

"Katie? As in Katie Belll? Our Katie Kat?" Sirina asked as a slow grin formed her lips. "Ohhh, somebody as a crush?!" Sirina sing songed mischieveiously.

"No I don't." Oliver tried to cover up his slip. "She's an old teammate and a great chaser, but that's it."

"Well I'm an old tema mate too and a great chaser and I don't see you blushing every time you say my name?" Sirina teased.

"I'm not blushing." He denied her claim with a vehement shake of his head.

"Oh really well let's try something. Katie Bell?" Sirina said seriously. Then a moment later, smirked in triumph when Oliver blushed Weasley red.

"It's hot in here that doesn't count." Oliver protested.

"Yea sure youbetcha!" Sirina teased.

"Bugger it." Oliver muttered under his breath.

"Oliver, I've seen you curse and swear at Marcus Flint during a Quidditch match without even batting an eye lash. What kind of charm does Katie Kat have over you that you don't have the courage to tell her how you feel?" Sirina asked with a smile.

"That's because Flint a thick Wanker." Oliver rolled his eyes. "And I don't have feelings for Katie."

"Oi Oliver, the round, Good Chap!" Red Barton shouted.

"I'm coming!" Oliver loaded up the tankards. "Well, I'm being beckoned, Sirina. It was good to see you. I'm sure I'll see you around Fred and George's..."

"Wood!"

"I'm coming, don't get your knickers in a twist!" Oliver quipped back. "Well, have a good night then." He said, before bringing the ale back to his teammate. "Buncha sods, the lot of you."

"Have fun with your boys Olli!" Sirina yelled mischieveiously.