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Chapter 2
Katie's POV
When I arrived at the pitch I was barely able to keep my eyes open. I however wasn't the only one in this state, actually Oliver was the only one that seemed to be awake. Alicia was actually curled up in a ball on the pitch fast asleep. After about ten minutes of George harshly shaking her, she finally awoke and practice began.
After practice was over, we all hit the showers. Like always I was the last to get out of the shower. The whole team minus Oliver had headed up to the great hall for breakfast. Oliver opened his mouth to speak, "I thought you would never get out.", "Well it's not my fault that you made us run all those laps and that I can barely move!", "Well I'll just have to fix that,", he said as he proceeded to sweep me off my feet and carry me bridal style all the way up to the great hall. "You can put me down now!" I told him as we reached the entrance hall. "Oh I'd rather not my Kates", "But people will talk Ollie!" I whined. "Oh but I don't care my Kates", "Fine", I huffed. I will never hear the end of this from the twins. I thought as he gently placed me down beside the table and took a seat next to me, the kissing my head. What on earth did I do to deserve him. I've got to admit that besides the gruelling quidditch practices, the last few months have been the best of my life. Sometime during my daze Oliver grabbed my hand under the table.
Following breakfast Oliver and I decided to take a walk by the black lake. There were a few first years skating so we decided to go sit under a tree out of plain view. It was quite cold and I started to shiver. Oliver offered me his coat but I declined it and thanked him anyway. He placed his arm around me and pulled me close. I was practically on top of him. After about two hours of talking and a heavy make out session, we headed to the great hall for lunch.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in the common room. Oliver was working on new quidditch plays while I was writing a potions essay. Time always seemed to move faster when I was with him. This wasn't exactly a good thing because after next year my Ollie will move on into the real world and I'll be stuck at hogwarts for three more years. Oliver immediately noticed the look on my face. "What's on your mind Kates?", he questioned gently. "I was just thinking about after last year how you'll be moving on to bigger and better things while I'm stuck here!". Oliver pulled me close to him and whispered soothingly in my ear, "No matter what I do nothing is better than the moments I spend with you. I love you with all my heart and I don't know what I'd do without you Kates!", "Aw Ollie I love you too!". He always knows exactly what to say to make me feel better.
Our moment was ruined by non other than Fred Weasley bursting through the portrait. "Hey lovebirds!", he practically shouted across the common room. We both blushed a deep shade of scarlet and jumped away from each other. Some days I could just kill Fred Weasley.
The next day there was a huge snow storm. This caused Oliver to cancel practice. It took a great deal of convincing and bribery from me though. He caved after I pointed out that missing one practice was better than the whole team getting hypothermia. So we spent the day lying around his dorm instead. This was quite good considering he only has two roommates: Percy Weasley and Peter Brown who was Lavender's older brother. Thankfully they were both studying in the library.
The next morning I was shocked to find that I wasn't in my dorm. I rolled over to see Oliver's deep brown caring eyes looking at my with a grin plastered on his face. My first response was to scream. Oliver quickly covered my mouth saying, "Kates stop screaming before you wake the whole castle!". With that I shut up and scampered out of the room to go back to mine before anyone notices that I was gone.
While running through the common room I nearly take out Lee Jordan. I know immediately that the whole school will know about me staying in Oliver's room by breakfast. And if I'm right people will make assumptions.
At breakfast my fears were confirmed. As soon as I walked in I could see people talking. I knew that by lunch the rumours would start to fly calling me a skank, slut, whore, tramp, etc.. Wait until Oliver finally comes to breakfast.
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