"Oomph!" I grunted as I dragged my suitcase to the airport terminal, gate
15A. I dropped the suitcase at my feet, and as I was about to plop into
one of the uncomfortable, plastic, chairs, I was caught from behind by one
Oliver Wood in a backwards hug.
"Kit-Kat!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Grrr, he knew I hated that.
"Ollie!" Hee hee. I knew he hated that.
He picked me up of the floor and spun me around in the air. By now, we were attracting strange looks. Especially Oliver, wearing a muggle-style, Gryffindor quiditch jersey that I'd givin him for Christmas along with a kilt (a/n: yum!) of his family's colors. He was also carring a guitar- case, which I assumed held his broom. Silly boy couldn't even part with it for a trip to muggle-Rome!
Now, Oliver turned to Alicia, who'd just arrived. "Cyclone!" I winced at the memory of Alicia, and a tornado-charm gone wrong."
"Ollie!"
Angelina Johnson came to be standing by my side somewhere during all this. Now, she tried to hide behind me, away from our keeper. He turns......and........ Uh-oh. He spotted her.
"Angel-fish!!!!"
"Ollie, stuff it if you ever want to be able to have children!" She said in a stern tone, but grinning. Angelina always was a 'Take-no-crap' kinda girl.
I was SO excited for this trip. I've always wanted to go to Rome, but this was even better! I was with three best friends, and NO PARENTS. We were staying with Angelina's half-sister. But for some reason, we had to go over-seas to Toronto, Canada, then to Rome, Italy.
Uh-oh. Time to board.
After a few LONG minutes, our row was called (first class, row C), and we boarded. Oliver was practically giddy about getting to fly ever since we told him about our means of transportation. "Are we gonna fly now? Huh, Katie, huh?!" He asked. "Oliver," said Alicia. "it's not the kind of flying your used to."
"Yeah, remember, this is a lot different than flying your 'guitar.'"
The stewardess gave us a strange look, either because she was wondering why this 17 year old boy was getting so excited over flying in an airplane, what other kind of flying we were used to, or why and how on earth would you fly a guitar?
The plane began coasting down the runway. "What's happening?" Oliver asked me, confused.
"You'll see. Here." I handed him a piece of gum to chew.
"What is it?"
"You put it in your mouth, chew it, but don't swallow it. Just keep chewing for however long the flavor lasts."
He nodded, and did what I told him. After we were in the air for about half an hour, Oliver and I exchanged seats, so he was by the window, but sitll sitting next to me.
"Look, Katie! Look!" He tugged on my sleeve. "A Cloud! And another! OOOhh!! Where'd all these clouds come from and why are we on top?"
"Oliver.....just nevermind. I'm tired, trade seats with me again, I need to lean against the wall and take a nap."
"You can always lean against me," he said, and patted himself on the shoulder.
"Okay, i'm still cold though, where's that blanket the stewardess gave all of us?"
"I don't know, but I know how to keep you warm. Just lean up against my shoulder like a pillow." I did as he said, and Oliver surprised me by putting his arm around my shoulder.
I'm blushing. Why am I blushing?
I saw Angelina scribbling something on an air-line napkin and handed it to me.
'Some body likes you!'
'No somebody doesn't!'
I passed it back, and Alicia read the napkin, and frantically nodded. Damn. Those girls had always insisted that Oliver and I were meant for each other, and we liked each other, but wouldn't even admit it to ourselves.
"Maybe Katie needs a lulluby!" Alicia exclaimed and proceeded to hum "The Wedding March."
"Shut up Alicia!" I snapped good-naturdly, falling asleep just seconds later.
****Oliver's P.O.V.**********
I wonder what those girls were scribbling back and forth. All three were now asleep, and I figured that with some clever maneuvering, I could get hold of the note/napkin.
2 minutes later- -
Aha! Got it! I said, and scanned over the napkin. I sighed, and thought, 'Katie, if you only knew!'
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Oliver's kilt....
A/N:Hope you like this story, it's Katie/Oliver if you couldn't figure it out yet!
"Kit-Kat!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Grrr, he knew I hated that.
"Ollie!" Hee hee. I knew he hated that.
He picked me up of the floor and spun me around in the air. By now, we were attracting strange looks. Especially Oliver, wearing a muggle-style, Gryffindor quiditch jersey that I'd givin him for Christmas along with a kilt (a/n: yum!) of his family's colors. He was also carring a guitar- case, which I assumed held his broom. Silly boy couldn't even part with it for a trip to muggle-Rome!
Now, Oliver turned to Alicia, who'd just arrived. "Cyclone!" I winced at the memory of Alicia, and a tornado-charm gone wrong."
"Ollie!"
Angelina Johnson came to be standing by my side somewhere during all this. Now, she tried to hide behind me, away from our keeper. He turns......and........ Uh-oh. He spotted her.
"Angel-fish!!!!"
"Ollie, stuff it if you ever want to be able to have children!" She said in a stern tone, but grinning. Angelina always was a 'Take-no-crap' kinda girl.
I was SO excited for this trip. I've always wanted to go to Rome, but this was even better! I was with three best friends, and NO PARENTS. We were staying with Angelina's half-sister. But for some reason, we had to go over-seas to Toronto, Canada, then to Rome, Italy.
Uh-oh. Time to board.
After a few LONG minutes, our row was called (first class, row C), and we boarded. Oliver was practically giddy about getting to fly ever since we told him about our means of transportation. "Are we gonna fly now? Huh, Katie, huh?!" He asked. "Oliver," said Alicia. "it's not the kind of flying your used to."
"Yeah, remember, this is a lot different than flying your 'guitar.'"
The stewardess gave us a strange look, either because she was wondering why this 17 year old boy was getting so excited over flying in an airplane, what other kind of flying we were used to, or why and how on earth would you fly a guitar?
The plane began coasting down the runway. "What's happening?" Oliver asked me, confused.
"You'll see. Here." I handed him a piece of gum to chew.
"What is it?"
"You put it in your mouth, chew it, but don't swallow it. Just keep chewing for however long the flavor lasts."
He nodded, and did what I told him. After we were in the air for about half an hour, Oliver and I exchanged seats, so he was by the window, but sitll sitting next to me.
"Look, Katie! Look!" He tugged on my sleeve. "A Cloud! And another! OOOhh!! Where'd all these clouds come from and why are we on top?"
"Oliver.....just nevermind. I'm tired, trade seats with me again, I need to lean against the wall and take a nap."
"You can always lean against me," he said, and patted himself on the shoulder.
"Okay, i'm still cold though, where's that blanket the stewardess gave all of us?"
"I don't know, but I know how to keep you warm. Just lean up against my shoulder like a pillow." I did as he said, and Oliver surprised me by putting his arm around my shoulder.
I'm blushing. Why am I blushing?
I saw Angelina scribbling something on an air-line napkin and handed it to me.
'Some body likes you!'
'No somebody doesn't!'
I passed it back, and Alicia read the napkin, and frantically nodded. Damn. Those girls had always insisted that Oliver and I were meant for each other, and we liked each other, but wouldn't even admit it to ourselves.
"Maybe Katie needs a lulluby!" Alicia exclaimed and proceeded to hum "The Wedding March."
"Shut up Alicia!" I snapped good-naturdly, falling asleep just seconds later.
****Oliver's P.O.V.**********
I wonder what those girls were scribbling back and forth. All three were now asleep, and I figured that with some clever maneuvering, I could get hold of the note/napkin.
2 minutes later- -
Aha! Got it! I said, and scanned over the napkin. I sighed, and thought, 'Katie, if you only knew!'
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Oliver's kilt....
A/N:Hope you like this story, it's Katie/Oliver if you couldn't figure it out yet!