Oliver watched with bated breath as Harry pulled out of his dive. His head was full of questions as he searched for the little golden ball in the air. Had Harry caught it? Was the game over? But then he saw the Snitch in Harry's hand. Gryffindor had won the Cup. He immediately sped towards Harry, already half-blinded by his tears. He seized Harry around the neck and sobbed into his shoulder. Oliver felt two thumps as Fred and George hit them. He smiled when he heard Angelina's, Alicia's, and Katie's voices shouting, "We've won the Cup! We've won the Cup!" as they joined the group. And like that, the Gryffindor team sank, tangled in a many-armed hug and yelling hoarsely, back to earth.
Once off his broom, he found himself standing next to Katie. As if on instinct, he pulled her into a warm embrace, one she returned by throwing her hands around his neck, and at that moment, all of the screams from the crowd seemed to fade away slowly until all that was left was the sound of them breathing. After what felt like a lifetime, the two pulled apart, but as Oliver's tear-filled eyes met Katie's sparkling ones and they slowly leaned in… they were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd along with the rest of the team.
Oliver sighed at the ruined moment. The disappointment was quickly replaced with glee, however, when Professor Dumbledore handed him the Quidditch Cup. Glancing from the Cup to Katie, he decided that that victory would have to wait until another day.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Challenge: The Almost Kiss Competition
Word Count: 263
Beta Reader: SoUsay234