Subject: Oliver Wood has been in love with Katie Bell ever since he first set eyes on her. But there is one problem. Katie already has a boyfriend, a guy she's been seeing since third year.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot and the song (Yay me! I wrote it all by myself!) Oh yeah, Marcus is not Marcus Flint (UGH GROSS! And I own Catherine Masdurn. And I hate her cos she's mean, but I like her…. For a reason you'll soon find out.)
Just one ChanceOliver sighed. He'd just endured another training session with the team, all the while trying to tear his eyes away from her. She was so right for him. He knew they belonged together, but she didn't seem to realize that. And there was no way he was breaking her and her boyfriend up just so he could get a shot at her. He wasn't that kind of guy.
He opened up his copy of Which Broomstick and hid his journal inside. He walked down the stairs to the common room and settled himself in a chair by the fire.
He was just beginning to write about today's training session when Katie, Angelina and Alicia came down the stairs from the girl's dormitory. Katie was crying, her head buried in Alicia's shoulder.
Oliver jumped up and went over.
"What's wrong?" He asked with concern.
"Marcus just broke up with her. He said he was really sorry, but he'd cheated on her with Catherine Masdurn and he loved her more than he loved Katie."
His expression of concern turned to fury. "I'll kill the bastard," he threatened, turning to go to the portrait hole.
Katie grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "No Oliver, don't. He's not worth it. Don't go and get yourself hurt because of me."
"But Katie, I… I… I," he stammered, trying to think of a good excuse.
"You nothing! You're staying right here!" Angelina exclaimed.
"Okay, sorry. I just hate it when guys treat really great girls like total crap."
"You think I'm really great?" Katie whispered, looking up at him.
"Uh, yeah…"
"Thanks."
He managed a small smile, while his cheeks turned red. "I've gotta… look at this magazine… so uh, I'll catch you later."
"Sure."
He walked back over to his chair, not noticing that Katie was still staring at him, and oblivious to the excited whispers coming from Angelina and Alicia.
(The Girls Dormitory)
Katie was sitting on the bed, her eyes back to their normal blue and her cheeks no longer stained with tears.
"Did you hear what he said? He thinks I'm really great. And how he blushed…and how he wanted to go and kill Marcus?"
"Yeah Katie, we hear him," Alicia said slowly. "Um, Katie, do you like Oliver?"
"What?! I, uh, I'm, just, it's, I, kinda…. Yes."
"Oh, it's just cos, well, Oliver's liked you ever since he met you. He just didn't say anything because of Marcus."
"HE'S WHAT?!" Katie exclaimed, jumping off the bed.
"You heard her. He's liked you since forever. He still likes you. Cho told me that he told Cedric that he thinks you're the most beautiful girl in the world and he likes you more than any other girl he's ever met."
"Oh my god. I can't believe… Oliver? Likes me?"
"Yes dumbass, he likes you. In fact, like isn't really a strong enough word. He's head over heels in love with you. You and Quidditch are the only things he thinks about."
"Wow."
(Griffindor Common Room)
Oliver finished his poem and closed his journal. He lent back in his chair and sighed. If only she knew ho much he loved her. If only he cold just work up the guts to tell her how he felt…
He jumped when a hand clapped him on the shoulder.
Alicia and Angelina settled themselves on the arms of his chair and grinned at him.
"What?" He asked, suspicious.
"She knows," Alicia whispered, the grin still on her face.
"Who knows what?" He asked, still suspicious.
"Katie knows you like her. Love her, whatever."
"HOW?!" He almost shouted.
"Shut up will you!" Angelina whispered. Some one will hear you. And she knows because we told her."
"How did you know?!"
"You told Cedric, he told Cho, Cho told us, we told her."
"Oh well, it's all clear now isn't it," He said, the note of sarcasm in his voice very apparent.
"Ooooh, what do we have here?!" Angelina squealed holding up his journal.
"Don't even think about it," he warned.
"Think about what?" She asked distractedly, opening the book and shaking it.
"ANGELINA!" He roared and grabbed the book out of her hands.
But he didn't notice the piece of paper that fluttered out onto the floor.
(The girls Dormitory)
"Oh Kaaaaaaaaatie. Look what weeeeeee found." Alicia exclaimed, holding up the piece of paper.
"What?" She asked, looking up from her Potions Homework.
"It's about you. Oliver wrote it. It, uh, fell out of his journal." Angelina grinned.
"Give it here!" She said, smiling, and snatched it off her.
"Go on, read it."
She unfolded the piece of paper and began to read.
KatieSometimes you cry for no reason,
Other times, life passes you by.
Rain is the tears of the heavens,
And water the tears that you cry.
One moment you've got all you hoped for,
The next you have nothing it's gone.
One second you're old and you're dying,
The next you are dead and reborn.
Karma is the one thing you hated
And you wish you could curl up and die
Time is the one thing you wanted
I love you so don't make me cry
Everything is nothing please don't say good-bye
I wish I could feel the way you're hurting
So I knew how to make you feel okay
But wishes are nothing and magic is dead
And I simply don't know what to say.
Until the clouds clear the gray sky
Your tears fall like rain on your cheeks
I wish I could say I was sorry
I love you and for you I am meek.
Karma is the one thing you hated
And you wish you could curl up and die
Time is the one thing you wanted
I love you so don't make me cry
Everything is nothing please don't say good-bye
One mistake can wreck it forever
Until autumn leaves cover your grave
And I'll never stop saying I'm sorry
For pain I wish I had never gave
And until the tides stop returning,
Until the earth ceases to turn
I know I will always be sorry
For a lesson so stupidly learned
She looked up, tears running down her face.
"So this is how he really feels…"
A/N The first person to review this gets their name in the next chapter. But if they don't tell me their name, I'll put in their Nickname, or whatever that things called. Happy Reading…. That sounded sooooo sterile.
