Okay, so just a side note, I've decided that Katie is the same age as Fred, George, Alicia, and Angelina in this fic. Just in case you didn't catch on. Please review! It helps a ton!!!
Katie grimaced as she opened her eyes, the bright sun shining through the windows above the lockers hurt her eyes. She glanced around the room, trying to place where she was. The lockers. Why was she there? When she attempted to move, a heavy weight held her still. She looked down to find that two arms were wrapped around her middle and she was lying on a hard, muscled body. Her eyes traveled up the white clad body, to the tan face looking down at her. Oliver's smile was bright, and her eyes widened at the sight of his sleep-rumpled hair.
"Good morning." His eyes glittered with amusement, and he ran his fingers through his hair. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, Katie ran a nervous hand over her face and looked around once again, then back at Oliver. Remembering everything that had happened last night, Katie blushed and pushed away from Oliver again.
"Go--good morning." she replied. Her voice was scratchy, and she was suddenly very self conscious; she was wearing Oliver's baggy shirt and pants and her hair was going in every direction but down. "We---uh we should get back to the castle." Standing on shaky legs, Katie gathered her things together and headed for the door. Oliver stopped her before she could open it, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to him.
"What's the matter, Katie?" he couldn't help but tease her, "You weren't so shy last night." He smiled at her and pulled her a little closer to him. He didn't know what made him do it, but he leaned down, until his lips were inches from hers.
"In fact you seemed very eager to get into my arms." He winked at her shocked expression and then let her go, heading towards the door. Katie watched him open the large metal door and turn back to her.
"Are you coming?" His eyebrows were raised and a small smile played at his mouth. The small shock that ran through Katie pushed her into action. Walking towards the door, she tried to act as if nothing were out of the normal routine and smiled at Oliver.
The trip up to the castle seemed to take forever, as Katie walked with Oliver. The pitch wasn't that far from the castle, but today it seemed like a million miles away. Her knuckles tightened on the handle of her broom, and she picked up her pace. When they reached the large, wooden doors of the castle, Katie felt relief wash over her and stepped inside. The feeling didn't stay with her long, though, as she walked into Angelina.
"Ooof. Katie." The tall black girl pushed away from her and looked at her, then over at Oliver. "Oliver. Where have you two been? I had to whole team out looking for you two last night." A guilty look flashed across Oliver's face, but he just smiled and patted Angelina on the back.
"We got stuck out in that storm last night, figured it was better to take shelter than to catch a cold. That's all. Thanks for worrying about us, though." Deciding to take the long route to the tower, Oliver grabbed Katie's hand and once again towed her along behind him.
"Oliver! What are you doing?" She tried to stop, but once again Oliver's strength won. Another word wasn't uttered until they reached Gryffindor Tower.
"Alexander Graham Bell." Oliver and Katie said the password together, so forcefully that the fat lady simply swung open muttering about the audacity of the pair. He pulled Katie into the great room, which was vacant for the moment. Katie had had enough. She stopped, not worrying about if she fell or not.
"Oliver. Let go of my hand. Now." Her voice was shaking with anger, and her eyes had sparks of fire shooting through them. Oliver turned to look at her and merely smiled. He tugged her towards the couch by the fireplace and forced her to sit.
"Listen. I want you down at the Quidditch pitch after classes today. We're going to practice, okay? You want to try out that new broom so bad, well, then you're going to have to do it with me. Got it?" Katie had to struggle to control her breathing, as she glared at Oliver. If looks could kill, Oliver would have been six feet under several times over.
"Don't tell me what to do, Oliver. I'll be there because I want to be, not because you tell me to." Standing, she walked towards him and poked him in the chest. The chest that she had been more than willing to dream about last night, she reminded herself. Well, no more. Oliver Wood was not her type, nor would he ever be. He was stubborn, rude, bossy, and more than enough to drive her mind crazy.
Stalking out of the common room and up the stairs to her room, she felt little relief as she slammed her door shut. The sun was bright in the dorm, as Katie stalked over to her bed. The curtains had been drawn back and the bed was made, proof that the house elves were hard at work. Her room mates had already gone to breakfast, so she hurried to change her clothes and get some food.
When she cut through the common room, no one was there, thank goodness. She didn't think that she could handle Oliver again today; she might say something she'd regret. She raced down the corridors of the castle, trying to make it to the Great Hall before the food disappeared. When she sat down at the end of the table with the rest of the Quidditch team, they all turned to stare at her.
"Well, if it isn't little Katie-Kat." Fred's smug grin was identical to the one plastered on his twin's face, and Katie bristled at the nick name they had given her their first year on the team together.
"And where exactly was the kitten last night, I wonder. Maybe we should ask Wood." George asked the question that was on everyone else's mind. Katie blushed and piled some food on her plate.
"That's none of your business, but we got stuck out in the storm last night, if you must know." Oliver piped in from the other end of the group, as he walked past. Seeing the worry on Katie's face, he sat down next to her.
"Stuck where, exactly, Woodie?" The twins grins turned into sneers, as their sexual pun hit home. Katie felt her anger return, as she glared at the twins.
"What was that suppose to mean, Fred?"
"Well, I've never heard of a bloke getting stuck when he put it---" Before Fred could finish, Oliver cut him off.
"That's enough, boys." His voice was rock solid and angry. The twins simply smiled at him and then at Katie. She felt the tension thicken as George opened his mouth to say something. The rest of the table fell silent and watched the scene unravel.
"Fred. George. We've been friends for how long, now?" Her voice shook as she watched the twins glance at each other in confusion.
"Well, for forever. You're like," Fred started to answer her question and George finished it.
"Our sister. Which is why we want to know Mr. Wood's intentions towards you." They both smiled at Oliver, who had finished eating.
"If you would rather not eat your dangly bits for breakfast, you'll stop. Now." Katie's voice had dropped down low, causing the twins to glance at her in apprehension. She stood up and shook her fist at them. "Sister or not, I would and I could." With those words, she left the table with two wide-eyed Weasleys watching her exit.
Fuming, she walked quickly down the hall, many shocked stares following her crusade down the hall way. She heard footsteps following her flight, but she didn't care. The stairs were followed by long corridors, which were followed by more stairs, and another corridor, until someone grabbed her arm. Turning, she would have taken her pursuer's head off, but she had known who it was. Oliver. Only Oliver would take her arm, would even dare to touch her, when she was fuming mad.
"What?" The word came out harsh, and she had to work to control her breathing.
"Calm down. The twins didn't mean any of it-- they just like to harass me about certain things." Her jaw was clenched, and she took a few deep breaths.
"I know, but they really-- they really just knock me off my rocker sometimes, okay?" She glanced around and realized that they were in the Astronomy Tower. Stepping away from Oliver, she wrapped her arms around herself and sat down near the open window.
"The truth is-- and they know it-- is that I've never been, well, in a relationship. Of any kind." Oliver glanced at her and raised an eyebrow.
"And that's suppose to mean?" He sat down next to her, knowing that whatever she was thinking about was going to shock him.
Katie sighed and drew her knees to her chest before going on, "Oliver, I've never even been kissed. What they said back there, well. They knew it couldn't be true, but they said it anyways." Oliver leaned against the wall and studied the small, athletic woman in front of him. It was a shock to his system to realize that Katie, his star chaser and one of his friends for years, was beautiful. He had never taken the time to see her that way, until the other night in the lockers. The possibility of kissing her entered his mind, but he pushed it aside. Voices rising from the stairwell to the tower interrupted his thoughts, and he grabbed Katie's hand.
"Someone's coming." Listening to the voices for a second, they recognized both of them. Angelina and Alicia. Katie's eyes got big, and she almost panicked. Almost. Getting up as quickly as she could, she looked at Oliver.
"They can't see us together, they already think something happened last night-- We-- They--" Any coherent words left her and she bit her lip to keep from babbling. Oliver grabbed her hand and led her to a door across the room. He shoved her inside and then followed her in, shutting the door as the voices reached the room.
"She should be here. This is where she comes where she's angry. Colin said--" Alicia was saying as they entered the room.
Angelina's angry voice flowed through the door, warning them she was nearby, "Well, she's not here. If Fred and George would learn to keep their mouths shut-- I mean, they really are dense sometimes. Katie doesn't talk about her love life or her old crush on Oliver, and Oliver, well Oliver can be just as dense as the twins."
Katie's face was flaming as they listened to the conversation through the door, so she tried to turn away from him, but the small closet didn't allow for such a movement. Oliver wrapped his hands around her to hold her still and shushed her. The movement brought them closer together and Katie blushed even harder and her body tensed.
"Well, I'm sure she got over that crush. It was so hard to deal with, every time we had practice. She would blush and stammer, then mess up on the simplest moves when he was watching. Katie's definitely gotten over him. She barely sees him anymore-- except when we usually do."
Oliver felt Katie tense as they listened to her friend's conversation. He had never noticed it at them time, but what Alicia had said was true. What a dunce he was, to have never noticed Katie before, but now that he was stuffed into a broom closet with her snug against his body he had no choice but to notice her. Arousal coursed through him as she tried to shift away from him, but instead only ended up rubbing her full breasts against his chest. His fingers dug into her hips and she stopped moving immediately. Blood was thumping through his veins at a record speed, and he was having a hard time keeping his condition masked from Katie. Silence surrounded them, making Oliver much more aware of the woman in his arms.
"Oliver?" Katie's husky whisper brought a dozen images of her mouth on his, making him let out a little groan.
"I think they're gone. Are you okay?" Her concern flittered around him, and he had to fight the urge to drop his mouth to hers.
"Uh, yeah. I am. Let's get out of here. Can you reach around me to the door knob?" When her hand slipped around his waist, he stopped breathing, hoping this exquisite torture would end soon.
"Bloody Hell." Katie's soft curse was enough to make him worry.
"What is it?" His gruff voice did not sound happy as she brought her hand back around his waist with something in it.
Katie's sigh was almost inaudible, but he still caught it before she said, "Is there any way to open a door without a knob?" Oliver's mouth dropped open, when he realized what she was saying.
"Well, ah, do you have your wand?"
"It's in my boot." That meant that she would have bend over to get there, and there wasn't enough room to do that.
Oliver's throat constricted, causing him to choke on his words, "Well, is there any way you can get it?" With every movement Katie made, Oliver nearly died. Their bodies bumped and brushed, trying to figure a way out.
"Well," Katie blushed at the plan going through her head, "If you hold my leg up, I might be able to reach it."
"Okay, let's try it. Which one is it?" Oliver couldn't believe he was going to go along with this, but he had to do something to get out. Katie's leg inched up the side of his, making him take a deep breath. Telling himself to calm down didn't help, as Oliver slipped his hand around Katie's thigh and slide it up to his waist.
"Is-- is this high enough?" Oliver's voice was as gruff as sandpaper, making Katie shiver. His hand on her thigh tightened, reminding her of the situation and nodded.
"Katie?" The question fell off Oliver's lips before he could take it back, her silence making him more nervous. Katie took a deep breath before she answered his first question again, this time so he heard.
"Yeah, I think so. Just give me a second." She leaned forward against Oliver's body, making both of them take another deep breath. With their bodies plastered so close together, it was impossible for Katie not to feel Oliver's arousal, making her pause with embarrassment. As fast as possible, she reached down to pull her pant leg up, but it wouldn't budge.
"Oh God." Katie's groan sent shockwaves through Oliver's body, and he had to mentally slap himself to come back down to earth. "It's stuck." At the words, Oliver's body went rigid.
"It's what?"
Katie let out a large breath of air and steeled herself for what was to come.
"It's stuck, but I think you could get it loose if you tried. Pull my leg up a little higher," Katie grunted as Oliver yanked her leg up as high as it would go, freeing her leg, but also ripping a large slit in her trouser leg
"Ow. Hold on. You've ripped my trousers. Slow down." Her breath was becoming ragged and their new position forced them together even closer.
"Okay. Now what?" Oliver's voice was strained, making her aware of his state of being once again.
"Well, I think I can keep my leg up, if you want to grab the wand and pull it out." His hand moved down her leg slowly, causing her to whimper from the sensations that shot through her body.
"Are you alright?" When he felt her nod, he kept going down to the bottom of her trousers and found the hem. "Can you help me push this up just a little higher? I can't hold it and find the end of the wand." He was pushing the leg of her trousers up her leg, but didn't wait for her to answer when he found the top of her boot that was snug against her calf. Feeling around for the wand, his hand skimmed around her leg in search.
"No, to the left. The other left," Katie tried to direct him towards his goal, but it was getting harder and harder to concentrate with his hands all over her, causing her to sigh when he encountered the stick against her leg. "That's it, right there." Oliver sighed with relief and went to grab it, but was beneath the top of her boot, just out of his reach.
"It's too tight. I can't even get my fingers down in there." The groan that escaped from Katie summed up both of their feelings at the same time.
"Try harder. Just push harder." The desperation in her voice was what pushed him to try again. His fingers pressed down into the top of her boot, against her leg and down further to encounter the wand. He breathed a sigh of relief and pinched the end between his thumb and fore-finger and pulled the cursed object out of Katie's boot. Her sigh of relief was clearly audible when he let go of her leg and placed the stick into her hand.
"Oh, thank God." She pushed Oliver up closer to the door and felt for the lock. "If this doesn't work, I'm going to die. Alohomora." The door swung open easily, but Oliver had been caught off guard and fell backwards into the Astronomy Tower. Katie landed with a thud on top of Oliver, her face still red with a blush. She pushed herself off of him and stood up, only to find two pairs of angry blue eyes staring at her.
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