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Sensitive guys

"Very good, Mr. Wood. Five points to Gryffindor!", McGonagall praised him.

Oliver smiled politely and put his wand down. Transfiguration had always been his favorite subject, while he had always been terrible in potions. But since he was a very good keeper and Quidditch captain since fifth year, Snape didn't like him anyway.

"For homework I want you to write an essay about…" He didn't even listen to McGonagall as he packed his stuff and headed towards the door. He had a break now, like Katie, and they had agreed to meet on the pitch to do some practice.
The thought brought the first real smile on his face. They had done this hundreds of times, but he always felt that little ting of nervousness before they met. After all, it was just them alone.

Because he had never been in love with any other girl than Katie, he had never had a date or had kissed a girl and was logically always quite nervous and helpless when he was alone with her.

"Hey Oliver!" Katie grinned at him. "Ready to defend your goals?"

He grinned as well. "Yeah, don't even start to think you're gonna reach one of them."

They laughed slightly and walked towards the common room.

"I'll just go and change. Quickly, I promise!", she added when she saw his pointed look.

"You may go!", he teased and winked at her. His heart started to beat faster again and he felt almost giddy.

As soon as she had left his sight, he closed his eyes and clenched a fist. Get your act together, Wood. She's not gonna be your girlfriend, she's not gonna be your girlfriend, she's not gonna be yo-

"Hey, are you already asleep or what?", Katie asked cheekily as she stood before him again.

He blushed and smiled sheepishly. "Uh…well…yeah…I just…kind of got a new idea for tactics."

She chuckled. "Yeah, right. C'mon, who's the girl you where dreaming of?", she teased.

You

"No girl. Pitch's waiting for us, let's go," he tried to change the subject, but today obviously wasn't his lucky day, because Katie didn't seem willingly to drop it.

"You know, Oliver, one could think that you might rather think of boys…"

His eyes widened and Katie laughed out loud as his scandalized face. "You know what, Bell?", he growled, "probably there's never been a girl because there's always this nerdy little chaser following me around."

"Hey!" She pouted slightly and hit his arm. "Be nice. You know, since I'm the best you should be a lot nicer to me. I mean, I could always switch sides."

He glared at her, murmuring something that sounded suspiciously like "not funny at all", but Katie didn't care. Grinning and good-humored like she always was, she led the way out of the common room.

Hastily Oliver followed her, trying to keep up with her. "Hey, why the hurry?", he called.

Grinningly she turned around. "Maybe I want to spend more time alone with you." She winked at him and he blushed furiously.

What the hell?

Was Katie actually flirting with him? Wasn't she a little too young to- Boy, she's fourteen and there were and still are several guys who are quite interested in her.
But was she really flirting with him.

"C'mon. With your speed I'll already have lost my virginity when you arrive there."

"Katie!", he shrieked, blushing even more. Shit! What was she doing? She was just fourteen. She shouldn't be talking like that. She obviously spent way too much time with Angelina and Alicia. He probably should have a word with the two of them.

"Hey, sleepyhead. Hurry up!"

And that he did.

Watching Katie playing Quidditch was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. Not because she was so damn good, but because she did it with so much passion and fun that Oliver had problems to concentrate on her throws.

"Goal again!", she teased and grinned happily. "Man, I love Quidditch."

He smiled. "Well, yeah, it's kinda obvious you do."

She chuckled. "Yeah, but it's not like that I'm that obsessed with it. Not like you."

"Hey!", he grumbled, "I'm not obsessed!"

"Sure you are."

"Am not."

"Are too."

He rolled his eyes and shoved the Quaffel into her hands. "Quit being annoying and try a goal again."

"As if you could ever fight me!", Katie laughed. The wind played amazingly with her blonde hair, her cheeks were red out of endeavor and the smile on her lips was really kissable. He couldn't help but stare at her again. For the twentieth time that day. Or something. Yeah, right.

"Hey Oliver! What's with you today? You constantly space out." Her eyes shown in concern. "Something wrong?"

He shook his head. "No, no. Nothing wrong. I…I'm just thinking, you know."

Doubtfully she looked at him. "Are you sure? You know you can talk to me, right?"

Yeah, right. As if you wouldn't run up the hills if I told you

Life was kinda depressing, wasn't it?

"Uh, yeah. I'm sure. Thanks Katie."

With one last concerned look she nodded. "Alright. I guess break's over. We should probably head back."

He nodded and mumbled something about Snape probably waiting for him.

Annoyed he tried to make his way through the crowed of screaming fan girls and slipped into the locker room. He sighed. Girls. They were all the same. Instantly his mind wandered to Katie. No, she wasn't like other girls. She was unique.
Katie never wore tons of make-up, screamed when a hot guy smiled at her and she never treated anyone different because he or she was famous or infamous or something. Katie was the nicest girl, person, he knew.

Oliver was taken out of thoughts, when he heard someone talking to him. "Wood, hey, Wood?"

Confused he looked at Harry, who was in the room as well, already half clothed. "Where's everyone else?"

Oliver shrugged, trying to get his mind on track. He sat down on the bench, slowly stripping out of his shirt.

"Wood?" Harry was now sitting next to him and eyed him carefully. "What is it with you these last weeks? Since school started you always seem unfocused and even depressed. What's wrong?" Harry's voice had taken an almost gentle touch, which made Oliver sigh.

"Well, it's nothing, Harry. Really, nothing to worry about."

Harry nodded slightly and looked at his shoes. "It's Katie, isn't it?", he asked quietly.

Instantly his heart started to pound erratically and his first instincts told him to deny that. Nobody should know about his secret love. Then again, it was probably too late. He had noticed on a few occasions that Harry was a very sensitive guy and noticed things like that.

He swallowed slightly, trying to hide his blush and looked down as well. "Yeah, she's kinda the reason."

"Why don't you tell her? I mean, I'm not really experiences on that field, but I guess…"

"Guess what?" Oliver snapped, regretting it instantly. He squeezed his eyes and shook his head slightly when he saw Harry's startled expression. "I'm sorry, but…well, Katie's three years younger. Next summer I'll be gone and she'll still be here. This doesn't have a future. And aside from that, Katie doesn't even notice me.
Look, Harry, thanks for your concern, but you can't really help here. Just don't mention it, alright?"

And when he saw Harry's pitiful expression, he couldn't help but jump up and leave the room.

xokittykat6xo, thanks for your review :]