Chapter One- Quidditch Team of Eight

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I put my heavy head in my hands as I sat, lazily watching the players zoom back and forth across the field high above me. My shirt felt plastered to my skin in the heat of the day and I glanced upwards at a burly man who was waggling a bat at me. A typical day so far, no serious injuries just a lot of 'knots'.

"Oi! Katie, I have a knot in my calf." Henry, the beater for Puddlemere United called out as he slowly descended from the sky. The other players glared down at him, jealously, as he limped the last few feet towards me. I straightened up with a smile playing on my lips,

"Oh really, a knot? So in other words, you want a calf massage?" I said when he was close enough that he could hear my loud whisper but their coach couldn't.

"Katie, you know me too well." He sat in the chair across from me and stuck his foot out. This is how demeaning my job is, I give overpaid Quidditch players massages all day. That was not in the job description for MediWizard, it said things like "Enjoy Quidditch games every day and fix broken bones, become friends with the team players. If you love Quidditch but don't play and have medical training, this is the job for you!" it really should of said, 'Give massages most of the day to gross sweaty players, mostly men who reek and will make you as well by the end of the day.'

I undid his shoes laces and slipped the sock off. It was in a ball which I tossed a couple feet into the field. I rolled up his pant leg and started rubbing his calf.

"Better?" I asked in mock concern as he started smiling.

"Oh! OH! Right there Katie, keep going! Don't stop now!" He bellowed as loud as he could and started moaning. I blushed but started laughing as everyone on the field looked over at us. You could hear everyone laughing at us, they slowly came towards the ground and dismounted.

"Oh, Katie, I didn't know you were so good, can I go next?" The other beater, Pat, asked but failed keeping a straight face.

"You already went twice today, I practically fell asleep the second time around. You really want to go at it again?" I asked with doe eyes, restraining my smile. Everyone doubled over laughing as he turned red in the face.

"Bye Katie, we'll miss you, hugs and kisses!"

"See you tonight, if you know what I mean…"

"Love you Katie dearest!" The rest of the players called as they walked towards the locker room after each had come over and given me a one arm hug around the shoulders, all boys acting like I was some easy lay and the next second like I was their mothers. Henry had left with them and only one player plopped down in the chair across from me.

"Hey Katie," He said slowly and I looked away from the retreating players over at my best friend. Oliver Wood, my Quidditch captain at Hogwarts, personal chef, maid, roommate and England's sexiest Quidditch player was staring somewhat blankly at me.

"Hey Ollie." I said standing up and offering him my hand to help him up. He took it, loosely shook it, and dropped it. He closed his eyes and slid in his chair a little, obviously tired from the practice. He was Puddlemere United's head Keeper and always tried the hardest on the team.

"Ollie, do you want me to take you home?" I asked as I leaned over him making sure he was still awake, to be sure I jabbed him in the arm.

"Mhmm." He moaned in an attempt to talk.

"Ollie!" I said loudly, with no response this time. I grabbed his arm and attempted to force the six foot three Keeper to stand. Most of his weight was on me and I whipped my wand out. Giving one last glance to the field I apparated us to our tiny living room. You think with him being rich and all he'd buy a bigger flat and get rid of me, seeing as I pay half the rent, but no, he's saving it all for something.

We landed and by this point Oliver had completely fallen asleep and we collapsed onto the couch. Half of me was pinned under him but half of me was free, after a few futile attempts to roll away in some manner I gave up. It was a long day, and I was rather tired myself. I let my eyes open and close, fluttering in-between consciousness.

Oliver was my best friend, and I loved him. Yes, I completely love him, and not in a friend to friend way. He was always there for me, always had been. When Roger Davies was cheating on me, Oliver went and punched him, multiple times. At the battle of Hogwarts he rescued me from underneath a crumbled pillar that had trapped my leg. And then, when I needed a place to stay, offered to let me live with him.

I am the only person in the world who actually will put up with all his crazy behavior though, so when he needed a flat mate I suppose he was stuck with me. I don't like to think of it that way though. Anyway, he is the type of person who wakes up at the crack of dawn, runs six miles, then makes breakfast and goes to seven hour long practices. Did I mention how he constantly tries to clean, there is no such thing as mess in this flat.

My room, on the other hand, looks like a bomb went off in it. Magazines litter the floor and I constantly loose clothes as they disappear under the bed or manage to get stuck on the top of the bookshelf, out of reach. It truly isn't my fault though, our apartment, it's small. One main living room connected to a miniature kitchen right next to the door. A three and a half foot hall to the bathroom, which we share, and two doors on opposite sides of the living room each leading to our respective rooms.

When I first moved in, around seven months ago and got my Mediwizard job, we pushed our beds to the same wall, just on opposite sides so we could knock to each other through it. We thought it'd be fun, or like a code system. Three knocks equals, 'I'm sick, owl work.' Or something of the like. I personally regret the choice, because when the sexiest Quidditch star in all of England gets drunk, he brings the ladies home. And our beds are separated by a thin plaster wall.

Good times, but it still wasn't after he was with them I knew for sure that I liked him, it had to be the first time he left. The team was going on a post-season tour of France, they were gone for twenty some days. I was supposed to come with, because I make sure they are always in tip top shape but they decided to hire a temporary Mediwizard from France instead, cheaper or something. Those were some of the loneliest days ever since the war. I hardly spoke to anyone during the war, I met up with Alicia few times, and I saw George once. Other than that I was completely alone. When he was gone, it reminded me of those times, also I can't cook to safe my life and I was rather hungry the whole time.

We were all happy now though, and I slowly felt my eyelids collapse on me.

"Katie!"

"Hullo darling!"

"You look so fetching today!" I snapped my eyes open, grinning from ear to ear. I felt someone sweep me up onto my feet and looked up, Elliot, a chaser for Puddlemere was spinning me.

"Hey!" I called out as I was set back onto my feet. Glancing around I saw the now clean teammates of Oliver ransacking my fridge, using up all the furniture and laughing loudly while they joked. I turned around looking back to where I was sitting,

"Hey, I was sitting there!" I shouted at the three chasers who had squeezed to all fit on the couch. Elliot grinned sheepishly, while Chris and Tim just burst out laughing and clutching onto each other to prevent from popping out of the tightly packed couch. I couldn't help myself and I joined in, laughing.

"You can still sit here, we have…room." Tim said as he glanced at the other two. I smirked suspiciously and they all watched closely, tense to defend themselves. I jumped on top of all their laps and spread out, lying down and pretending to go to sleep.

"Ew, Katie, you smell. Did you not shower when you got home?" They asked peering down at me as the all covered their noses in some manner.

"I couldn't, because some big bloke collapsed on top of me when we got home." I complained to them and they nodded pretending to care.

"Well go get ready, tonight we are going out. And we are bringing you!" Chris offered, smirking a little to the other boys. I got up and walked toward our bathroom, when they said 'going out' they meant that they were all going to buy drinks until they got completely smashed. Come back to our flat with lady friends and wake up the next morning expecting me to mother them.

"Ollie." I whispered as he came out of our bathroom.

"Ya?" He looked down at me with his chocolate eyes glinting.

"Don't wait up for me tonight, I think I might crash at Alicia's after or something. Okay?" I asked giving him my puppy eyes. He seemed to think he was my parent or something, telling me he was worried sick if I didn't come home the night before and telling me to drink lots of tea when I got a cold.

"Okay, but don't go home with some boy. You will regret it in the morning!" He called out as he walked back into the main room. I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom, getting ready to go.

Like I would take off with some boy, last time I tried that a burly Quidditch team attempted to attack him, whilst extremely drunk. It was really pathetic actually, they all stumbled and attempted to yell at him. I ended up having to take them all home before we got kicked out. That would have been terrible, the press would have gone nuts. I've tried to sneak off a couple times, but they always stop me, and one look at Oliver's face before we apparate away makes me pull back. I know he only thinks of me as a best friend who needs protecting, but I can't help feeling more. He has no more than platonic feelings for me, but at least he has feelings for me.

"Katie! Hurry up, we want to go." I heard some of the players yell as they banged loudly on the bathroom door, relentlessly.

I pushed it open and they immediately apparated, with someone slipping their hand into mine. It felt so familiar I was sure it was Oliver's.