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Chapter 2: Practice

Still in a daze, Oliver went to wake the rest of the team. He was trying to come up with new tactics for their upcoming game against Hufflepuff, but his mind was beyond confused about what had just happened with Katie. It had been exceedingly awkward, more than it should have been to see his best mate in her knickers. It shouldn't really have been that big of a deal, people changed all the time in the locker rooms. He never really notice or cared, theoretically he probably even had seen Katie in her underwear before, and he couldn't have cared less. So why did he care now?

He wasn't really surprised that she had tackled him, to be honest. That was just the way he and Katie were with each other. If they were annoyed with one another they just dealt with it then and there and moved on. But this time, he had felt like he was burning up, he felt oddly flustered to her proximity and her state of dress. She had made him feel lightheaded, maybe he was sick after all. Because it couldn't be possible for him to feel so...attracted?... to his best mate. Right? Had he really been speechless, how embarrassing! She was probably afraid that he'd start lusting after her now. Probably not, though. The nice thing about Katie was that she had an innocent way of never assuming the worst.

Maybe she'd been too embarrassed to notice his racing pulse and flustered complexion. Nah.. She'd been afraid that he was sick, which meant that she'd definitely noticed. Hmm, maybe he should pretend he was sick and call off practice.

It was too late though, because his legs had already carried him to the locker room entrance. Usually he was the first one there, but after nearly hitting his head on the door he opened it to find that Katie was already there, dressed for practice.

"Oh, hey Ollie" she said offhandedly. She sounded casual, too casual in Oliver's opinion. It was clear that she was trying to force the recent past into a state of oblivion, as if the happenings of that morning had cyclically evaporated into the strands of time. It took him a long minute to realize that she was staring at him intently, expecting a reply.

"Good morning, Bell" he said stiffly, all business. When he didn't continue to speak, she turned away and began to tie her shoes. He began drawing out Quidditch plays on the chalkboard.

Katie's POV

The white chalk squeaked painfully in Katie's ears. Trying not to stare at Oliver, she braided her hair and watched him out of the corner her eye. She loved to see him in his element, immersed in Quidditch. Why did he have to be so unsettlingly eye-catching. He finished diagramming the plays while the rest of the team filtered sleepily into the locker room. Then he passed out small sheets of parchment, which glittered slightly and seemed to be enchanted. They looked like ballots of some sort.

"Alright team," he began brusquely. "I've decided that it is in our best interests to use code names when discussing tactics outside of the locker room in order to prevent other teams from finding out our new plays."

"Everybody will write down the best nicknames that they can come up with for their fellow team members, the papers I have handed you will then change into ballots and you will be able to vote for their nicknames democratically. You are not allowed to see the names suggested for you until your teammates have already voted on your new code name." He began passing out small sheets of paper to everyone.

"Oh, and please avoid obvious nicknames, as that defeats the purpose."

The team began scribbling feverishly, most giggling as they wrote. About 10 minutes later, Oliver cleared his throat loudly.

"Alright team, your new tactical nicknames are as follows..." Katie enjoyed listening to Oliver list the code names that they would now be using. His own, Kilt, was quite amusing in her opinion. As was Harry's, "Armpit" which Fred and George considered to be a hilarious pun on his name. They laughed uproariously until Potter silenced them with a glare. The twins took their own ridiculous nicknames into stride, Smash and Crash respectively. Angelina became Swish and Alicia Flash. Both seemed pleased with their nicknames.

Finally Oliver came to her own new code name. "Bell, knickers" he stated seriously. The team burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Wow, Katie" Fred laughed with tears beginning to form in his eyes. "I think you got the best nickname."

"Yeah, I'm seriously jealous" added George.

"I'm not." giggle Alicia.

"I'm sorry, Katie," Angelina struggled to say through her laughter, "but it's just so hilarious. What a paradox!" The whole team burst into another round of laughter. Katie sat there in shock for a minute, before she came to her senses.

"What..how..?" she spluttered.

"I'm just curious who suggested it Katie." Harry added, struggling to sound serious as his eyes gave away an amused twinkle.

"How could you guys vote for that!?" she exclaimed furiously. She glared at Fred and George in blame, believing them to be the inventors of her horrid misnomer.

"Well of course we voted for it Kates," George said in a mirth filled voice,

"But honestly," Fred added "we weren't the ones who came up with it." The team stopped laughing, puzzled by the turn of events. They too had been certain that Fred and George had been the culprits. Taking advantage of the silence, Katie searched for her team mates faces, looking for signs of guilt. They all seemed to be holding back laughter, but their obviously amused expressions also revealed innocent confusion. They too appeared to be searching for whoever made up Katie's nickname. As her eyes traveled around the room, only a single face failed to pass her test. Oliver... As her eyes met his he smirked, his eyes glittering with suppressed laughter. He looked anything but innocent. Of course..he would refuse to let go of the awkwardness of the morning, it was such an Oliver thing to do.

"Oliver Wood!" she exclaimed in latent shock, "you didn't!" Her team mates gazed open mouthed as an appropriately ashamed blush bloomed upon their captain's face.

"Of course not.." he protested weakly, failing to convince anybody at all.

"Whoa mate, what haven't you told us?" George inquired in an odd tone. A concerned look flitted across Angelina's face before she began giggling again.

"So Kilt and Knickers, what's the secret love affair you two seem to you two seem to be having?" Both immediately blushed even brighter shades of red.

"What?!" said Oliver in a shocked tone "I didn't mean it in that way guys, I just thought it would be funny.."

Katie groaned and hid her burning face in her hands... how could he have been so thick? Of course people would misconstrue such a ridiculous nickname.

"Can I please request a different nickname?" she pleaded sweetly, peering through her fingers. Angelina shifted in her seat, about to support Katie, when Oliver ordered "absolutely not! If I'm Kilt then your Knickers."

"Ugh, I can't believe you!" she retorted. Why would he do that when she had made clear they were to forget this morning had happened. He only shrugged in response.

"You promised to forget that!"she nearly yelled at him, her voice rising in anger. She spoke before she realized the implications of her words.

"No way?" Alicia questioned disbelievingly. Everyone's eyes seemed to be flitting between Katie and Oliver, shock written plainly in their expressions.

++Oliver POV++

Oliver watched in embarrassment as his scheme went horribly wrong. It was supposed have been a humorous way to pass off the events of this morning as a joke. But as Katie struggled to ward off her team mates assumptions, blushing furiously, it was clear the plan had backfired.

"Alright, it's time to get out on the field. Its only basic drills today" Oliver announced firmly. The team filtered out of the locker rooms quickly, Katie in the lead, nearly marching in her anger.

He followed them out, trying to figure out where he had gone wrong. They were best mates, and best mates joked with each other every so often, right? But as they mounted their brooms and took off, something in Katie's body language told him he had crossed a line. And a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach told him there was no crossing back.

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