Out of Breath
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Katie ran around the pitch, gasping for air on her final lap. Just glad that she didn't have Oliver Wood screaming in her ear this time, she fell to the ground as she reached the point of contact, only noticing that Harry was the only one not seeming to be in any thought of sneaking away to run during his free time. She rolled over in the grass, looking over at poor Alicia, who was stuck with Oliver running next to her, begging her to speed it up, to let them start the next phase of their training regimen, his new torture plan.
None of the motley crew that made up the Gryfinndor Quidditch team wanted to be out here at 7:00 AM, but no one was going to dare let Oliver Wood be their alarm clock. They all learned from Katie at the beginning of the year, though the details were sketchy to the team. They just knew that Katie now set her alarm to the most annoying song on the planet-which was made quite clear to the boys on the team by their female counterparts.
"For being such a good hand with balls, you would think our dear Miss Bell would be in a wee bit more shape." Katie glared at the twin - Fred, she knew, by the crude language and remark - who spoke.
"When I get up..." She didn't have to finish her sentence at the loud exclamation that came from Fred's mouth as she looked over again to see Oliver looking about to murder the red head.
"Leave her alone," Oliver, in his Scottish lilt, scolded the twin with a glare, not unlike the one Alicia was sending into his back like knife to steak as she mumbled something to Angelina. Katie looked again at the team captain and wondered why someone like him had to be such a nuisance at times. The boy practically breathed quidditch. As she watched him, he knelt next to her. "Good run, Katie. You have speed up a bit." He looked over at the rest of the team as he shouted to mount broom.
"Why do we have to be out here so bloody early on a Saturday, Wood?" Katie questioned, glaring at the boy. He looked down at her, distracted.
"Just because you wake up on your own now..." Katie saw the glint in his eye - right before she shrieked. He dragged her to her feet, hands not so subtle in his thoughts. Red in the face, she pushed away before landing in the grass again.
"The whole team is here!"
"And all of them are in the air."
"Harry isn't blind. He is the seeker! And the rest of the lot have eyes, too, when you wish they didn't!"
"Kitty Kat, calm down. If you would just stand up and get up in the air, I wouldn't have to repeat myself." Katie was again bright red, remembering Oliver's idea of a wakeup call. She looked down at the ground, remembering his kiss the first weekend back from the summer holiday. She sensed him crouching in front of her again.
"Kat," he said. She looked up and sprung a kiss on his lips before hopping up and mounting her broom, leaving her stunned boyfriend on the ground, spitting and red. Her eyes glinted as he kicked off, dead determined to keep her boyfriend in his toes for the rest of their morning practice.
"Katie Bell!"