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-Oliver-
White. Red. Gold. I'm surrounded by them, streamers and sashes on the chairs and tables. The field looks amazing. Katie's mum must have just done all of this on her own, because I've never seen anything so amazing in my life.
Katie looks around and smiles and runs to her mum and hugs her. She's overjoyed, and I'm glad I get to see her like this. She has a damn good body, and I'm surprised I've never noticed before. I always try to look in her face, because if I look in her eyes I'm not tempted to look away. I've decided I want to marry her, someday. Simply because I love her with all my heart. It started midway through PuffGate, where I was having this right depressed month, and the only person I saw to talk to was Katie.
Then she slapped me, and I realised what a prize prick I'd been. She deserved someone better. Then Davies dumped her, and I went and had a… a word with him, let's say. He spent two weeks in the hospital wing, and Katie wouldn't say it was me who had done it, even though she knew because my knuckles had split and my lip was bleeding. She made me sit in my dorm room and she did some spells on me. I looked like new when she was done with me, and Roger forgot who he was for some time, so all he could really remember was that he had a problem coming down the stairs.
But, still, she looks beautiful today. Her hair is like normal, a complete mess, but with the slightly tanned skin and the orange dress to set her off, it makes her look amazing. I want to kiss her, but her family start arriving and giving me strange looks, so she introduces me to everyone. There's an Aunt Emilie and Uncle Edward, with two cousin Ryan's and a Karrin. Half a minute later, another Aunt called Rachel, and one called Harriet; a female cousin called Charlotte, and one called Isabella. Then finally, a Rowan; a Sabi and a Kudzai, both from Durban, they had been her childhood friends before she moved to England; and her father, who turns out to be a very nice man.
We eat the best spread I've had in a long time. Her mum has made chicken, turkey, pork, veggie, Rice, chips, fruit, everything. Then her cake comes, and she grabs me, who had been having a very interesting conversation with Sabi and Kudzai, who had been telling me about a very drunk, slightly naked, and interesting incident in South Africa last year when, as you could probably tell, Katie got drunk and started stripping. Apparently, it was quite a sight.
Anyway, she grabs my arm, and pulls me up to watch her blow out the candles. Her mum takes one of the magic pictures I hate because the you in the picture acts out what the real you is thinking. And I'm thinking to her "Kiss me and the world will be right" but anyway. I smile, laugh, and do everything you're expected to do at a party.
Then we dance. Actually dance. Properly. I can feel the swish of the lovely dress she's wearing against my trousers. She's got her arms tight around me, clinging on tight as we sway left and right. The song ends, but I don't want to let go, my arms are locked around her waist, she's standing a little way between my legs. Perfect moment.
"Oliver," She whispers my name, "Let me go, please," I look down at her, confused. "I want to get a drink. You want one?"
"Oh, OK, yeah." Then she pulls away, and I watch her return with two bottles of Apple and Mango, "Thanks." She looks down at her feet, then up at me. I can't help but mention something I've just realised. "Uhh… Kates," I say… "Why's your dress disappeared?"
-Katie-
He says it; I look down and almost have a heart attack. My knickers are there, orange, black, and solid, my wand holster on my thigh that Mad-Eye Moody bought all the new female members of the Order is still there… but my bra is disappearing, and oh, SHIT! Where's my dress gone?"
With lightning reactions, Oliver yanks his shirt off and throws it around my shoulders, leaving him in his white t-shirt. I draw my wand and spin around to curse whoever is doing it to me. The shirt disappears within seconds and I hear my brothers laugh.
"Simon!!" I yell, knowing it couldn't be anyone but him. "I…" I look up at Oliver and attempt to cover my body. I fail somewhat spectacularly, and manage to stumble into the table with all the glasses on it. They fall to the floor and shatter loudly, everyone turns to see. Embarrassment seeps into my colour, I turn pink, start to cry and twist away from Oliver, running away, up to my room.
I change into a T-shirt and Jeans, and throw myself onto my bed, sobbing. Humiliated.
Never before have I felt so humiliated. So stupid. I actually want to die.
About twenty minutes later, I hear the door open and somebody comes to sit beside me. I know they do because I feel my mattress dip slightly and I lean slightly towards them. They rest their hand on my shoulder and squeeze it kindly, I turn my face away, unable to bear looking at them.
"Go away," I say through my sobs. My voice is small, weak, and unusual.
"Can't." Oliver murmurs, "Won't leave my best friend when she's down. What kind of person would that make me?" He sighs and squeezes my shoulder again.
"Oli-Oliver," I say in a low voice, "Please."
"You're wearing my T-Shirt," He says, in an attempt at trying to take my mind off my public humiliation, and change the subject. I roll over, onto my back and look at him, my chest rising and falling jerkily with unbidden sobs.
"Sorry." I pull it off and hand it to him, lying back down in my bra. He looks like he wants to tell me to put it back on, but isn't quite sure about doing so, "Sorry about the other one too. It's over there," I point, "On top of your stuff."
"Doesn't matter," He says. My god, he's sweet when he wants to be. He rubs his hand down my upper arm, "You alright?"
"Humiliated myself. You know me, I'll cope."
"Spoke to your brother. Your mum was having a right go at him when I went to talk to him the first time." He stops and smiles, that special smile he reserves for me, his chaser-cum-best-friend, "She's scary, she is."
"Oi." For a minute, I'm defensive, then I realise he's smiling.
"You're thick sometimes, Kates." he grins, "Adorable, but dim. Oh so dim."
I punch him on the arm. He punches me back. I shove him across the duvet, he shoves me back. He pulls me into his arms, I let him. He holds me. I find my arms cross behind him to hold him too.
"I'm sorry," He murmurs into my ear, as though we've just had a blazing row.
"It's OK," I reply, not knowing exactly why he's apologising when he's done nothing but be a gentleman.
"Come back downstairs," He pleads, "Don't waste your 17th birthday."
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A/N: So... there's more to come, of course!
Aww!! Oliver being sweet...
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