Open Your Eyes
A/N: Okay, so this is the first time I've ventured further into the future than the Marauders, and it's also the first time I've ever written a one-shot. And I don't really like it all that much. It just popped into my head the other day while I was in Study Hall and I couldn't get it to go away, so I just wrote it down. Tell me if you hate it, tell me if you think it's wonderful, please!!
Disclaimer: The only thing I own at the moment is anything that's stuffed inside of my pink, black, and blue bedroom. And while the H.P. books are in there, I didn't write them.
As soon as the door flew open, my eyes flew shut. I didn't have to look to know who it was, because I knew already. He came here every day, at the exact same time, and stayed for an entire hour.
And every day, during that entire hour, I was asleep.
I just couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, because I knew if I did, it would all be over... That once he knew I was okay, he wouldn't come back anymore. I knew that when I opened my eyes, I would no longer feel his hand holding mine. And I would no longer have the power to make Oliver Wood cry.
But today was different. Today, instead of letting his tears fall silently, he pleaded with me.
"Katie, please open your eyes. I need you to. I need to know that you're okay." He swallowed. "I'm not leaving until you do, and I don't care how long it takes."
I hesitated at first, all of my fears at the front of my mind. But there was something in his voice, his wonderful, Scottish tinted voice, that controlled me, and I remembered that Oliver could talk me into almost anything. He had assured me that I could do that Quidditch move, and that nothing would happen to me. He insisted on sneaking to Hogsmeade with the Weasley twins on Halloween. And now he had talked me into opening my eyes.
"What do you want, Oliver?" I didn't mean for it to sound as rude as it did, but he didn't seem offended. Instead, he smiled down at me, tears still sparkling in his eyes.
"I want you to get better, Kats. I want you to get up and walk around. I want to see you fly again. I want to see your hair fall across your face as you study. I want to be able to go to bed at night without worrying that I'll never see your beautiful blue eyes again."
I looked away, not able to stand the emotion in his voice. The last time I had talked to Oliver, really talked to him, had been on his last day of school, and my last day as a Fourth Year. He had tried to convince me that he was too old for me, that I was too good for him. He had tried to convince me I didn't love him, and that was the only time I hadn't listened to what Oliver Wood said.
And now here he was, telling me he was scared for me? Talking about my 'beautiful blue eyes?' I didn't know what to do... I didn't understand.
"Don't, Oliver. I can't deal with this right now." He shook his head, tears still streaming down his face, and grasped my hand tighter.
"Katie Ann Bell, listen to me! I know you're mad... you have every right to be. But every day since I left Hogwarts I've worried about whether or not I made a mistake. When I saw the article in The Prophet about you, when they said you might not make it, I knew I had made a mistake. A giant mistake. And if I'm making a fool of myself right now, then so be it. Because I had to tell you that I love you Katie. I'd lay down my life for you."
I almost laughed. "How long did it take you to come up with that one?" He frowned at me, but amusement glittered in his eyes.
"Every day since I've been coming here." He sighed. "But it's true, Kats. Every single bit of it is true. I love you."
And, like always, he convinced me that he was right and I was wrong.