Disclaimer: Well, it's not mine. I wish it was. I really really do. But its not.
A/N: I totally love Oliver Wood. So I'm putting this in here. It is in fact a one-shot. Though I am seriously considering putting an Oliver Wood story up here...
After slamming back down into the muddy ground of the Quidditch Pitch, Oliver flung his broom off to the side so the he could raise Harry up into the air. People everywhere were flooding onto the field, most in Gryffindor colors, and all screaming. Dumbledore handed an almost crying Oliver the cup, and he lifted that over his head also, to pass it to Harry. Harry pushed the cup into the air as high as he could and screamed, "WE DID IT! WE WON!" as the whole Gryffindor team began to fight their way through the crowd back to the locker rooms. At least there they would get a few seconds of quiet, personal celebrating before the party in the common room.
When the team finally managed to wade through all the people and shove into the locker rooms, they dropped Harry back to the ground, and all began to enthusiastically congratulate each other. The girls flooded Harry to hug him, and Oliver, George and Fred began to thump each other in the backs like men tend to do. Suddenly, Angelina turned around and threw her arms around Fred.
Oliver and George looked alarmed, but Fred didn't, he looked a little relieved. When Oliver glanced over at Katie and Alicia, who were in the middle of an animated conversation, all he saw was the two girls look over at the hugging couple and grin. Oliver thought he head Katie say, "Well, FINALLY!" but he couldn't be sure. So he jsut shook his head and grabbed Harry into a fierce hug.
"Oliver!" he choked out. "I need to BREATHE!"
Oliver released him as George loudly complained, "I didn't get a hug, Oliver! Where's MINE?"
Oliver just shook his head and shoved George out of the way as he walked over to two of his conversing chasers. (The other one was lightly chatting with Fred for the moment.)
"Hello, my incredibly talented chasers!" Wood said as he joined his team-mates' conversation.
Katie jumped a little and Alicia raised an eyebrow at her. Katie merely gave her friend a death-glare and turned to Oliver. "Hey, are you talked to us?"
Oliver chuckled a little. "Well, I don't see any other chasers here with as much talent as you."
Angelina called over to him, "I totally heard that, Wood!"
"I meant you too, Ang. Don't worry."
"You better have meant me."
Oliver rolled his eyes. "Anyway, Alicia, Katie, you both did incredibly well today. Every bit that we won, we did because of you. Thank you so much for helping us." He looked like he might be about to cry again, and Katie quickly cut in.
"You did twice as much as we did, Oliver. You were brilliant today. And you know we only did our best for you." She blushed a little, and Alicia began to edge away. Neither of her teammates noticed her escape because of how wrapped up they were in their own conversation. She pulled back to George and they began to chat about simple things, but Alicia kept a sharp eye on her best friend and her Quidditch captain.
"Katie, that roll and dive that you pulled really saved us there at the end. That was INCREDIBLE!" Wood was streaming complements at Katie, and she was accepting them with good grace, but was still blushing furiously. She loved the feeling that she got when he complimented her, noticed her, but she knew it didn't mean anything.
"Katie? Are you ok?" Oliver's voice broke through her remorseful thoughts.
"Oh! Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry. I guess I'm just tired from the match. I have no idea where you get all your energy. You played a tough game too, and you played better than all of us!" Katie told him shyly.
Alicia, who had kept up her watchful state the whole time, realized Katie was floundering with what to say, so she excliamed, "GUYS! THE PARTY UP IN THE COMMON ROOM! EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE WAITING FOR US!" Everyone jumped and scrambled for their regular robes and began to trudge back up to the castle.
Katie was half relieved that Alicia had saved her from that awkward conversation, but she was also half dissapointed. She knew that the conversation would have been uncomfortable, but it was also just good to talk to Oliver. To talk, and to stare into those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes,and to- NO! Katie shook herslef away from those thoughts. It was just a waste of time. Nothing was ever going to happen between her and Oliver. He didn't even know she liked him, and she didn't intend for him to ever find out. In the four years that she'd liked him, only Angelina and Alicia had found out, and that was just because they were her best friends. She had tried to get over him, but it had never worked. On the night when she layed awake thinking, she had worried that she might be in love with him. She had always forced these thoughts out of her head and gone to sleep.
In the main hallway of the castle, Fred and George left them to go down to the kitchens and get food. Oliver and Harry led the way up the stairs to Gryffindor tower, and the three chasers followed, chatting mindlessly. But, in the back of her mind, Oliver Wood was consuming Katie's mind faster than she would like to admit to anyone. Including herself.
Hey was it good? I'm not the most secure about my writing... Just so you all know, I'm not updating until i have at least 10 reviews ) be nice! Just so you guys know, I have the second chapter ready to go, i just need those reviews!!
