Oliver Caught Me

Chapter 2

I didn't know what time it was. All I knew was that the fire was still crackling and I could hear it. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at the grandfather clock standing in the common room. It was only 5am. Man, Oliver had me waking up on an actual schedule now! Speaking of Oliver…

I turned my head and saw the charming Scotsman sleeping like a child. He looked so comfortable and warm. He stirred in his sleep and I looked away quickly; not wanting him to see me staring at him.

"Morning." he said tiredly to me.

"Morning, Oliver." I said smiling.

"I guess we really did study all night." he said stretching his arms but slouching back down on the couch yawning.

Once again, it was just Oliver and I alone in the common room

"It's only 5 in the morning Oliver. This is what happens when you schedule us to wake up this early everyday for practice."

"Yeah, including today. So up, Bell." Oliver said getting up off the couch and standing up.

I slouched down lower on the sofa, crossing my arms as I sat their like a child. I gave Oliver my "No way!" face but he just returned his "I'm strong enough to pull you off this sofa with one arm." look.

Therefore, I squished down lower.

"Come on, Katie." he said reaching for my hand. I gave him my lip so when he started to pull on my arm, he didn't use all his force. Instead, I pulled his towards me and I was surprised that he closed the distance by coming closer to me on the couch.

"I'm boycotting Quidditch today." I said. He stood above me, still holding my hand.

"You can't boycott Quidditch." he said the same way that he did when McGonagall cancelled one of our games when the Chamber of Secrets had been opened.

"Well, maybe you can't, but I can." I said throwing my nose in the air.

He took a seat on the same cushion my upper body was laying on as he looked down at me. His brown eyes were so warm and welcoming. They looked amused but tired and they were looking right into my eyes. It felt like Oliver could see right through me and see that my heart was bouncing around at the excitement of him sitting close enough to kiss while he still held my hand in his.

"If you boycott Quidditch, I'll have no one to yell at repeatedly without fear of getting a bludger to the head." he said humorously.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." I said playfully. "Come on, Oliver. I know how badly you want to win the cup but how about one day free of practice. Pleeeease?" I asked child-like again. "I'll make it worth your while." I said trying to sound appealing. He sighed in frustration while I smiled. I knew I won.

"Fine. But don't think you're going to get your way every time." he said.

"Uh-huh." I said tiredly as I closed my eyes.

"Now come on, get up." he said pulling me up once again.

"Wait, you just said-"

"That we're skipping Quidditch practice for today. But, right now you're getting up early with me to have breakfast."

This time Oliver had pulled me up all the way and I was standing right in front of him.

"You are dead." I said glaring at him.

"Not until after the cup." he said smirking devilishly.

I sauntered over to the stairs ready to head up to my room.

"Don't even think about going back to sleep up there." Oliver called to me. "Or you'll be forced to clean all the Quidditch equipment."

"Don't kid yourself, Oliver." I yelled back. "We know you save that task for every Saturday night." I said with mock humor.

"Good, then I'll see you there at eight." he hollered back.

Me heart did a somersault.

I turned and smiled at him playfully before I climbed the stairs up.

XOXO

I particularly enjoyed breakfast a lot more than usual that morning. It was just Oliver and I. We ate our waffles while arguing over who the best Quidditch player in history was.

As I sat in potions, I couldn't even think clearly. All that crossed my mind was how I woke up next to Oliver. How he had actually held my hand for the first time ever in our waking moments.

"Ms. Bell!" Snape yelled right in my face. "Your cauldron is past its boiling point! Five points from Gryffindor." he said rudely.

Yeah, while a billion points from you too, buddy!

"Katie, what's up with you today?" asked my good friend Fern. "You seem like you're in a daze."

"Oh hey, Fern." I said just realizing that she was standing next to me. "I'm just…I don't really know." I said shaking my head. However, I knew perfectly well, what my mind was really on. Those pretty eyes…that well toned body…the beautiful sounding brogue of a man with much mystery.

Okay, this is madness! It has to stop! Oliver was clouding my mind. But not with like rain clouds or anything bad like that. It was more like the interesting puffy clouds that were shaped like things.

Either way, I needed to cleanse my mind and get back to the objective. Help Oliver before he ended up snapping from the pressure of his everyday life.

At lunch, I sat with Angie and Alicia. This whole day was going by so quickly. Maybe because I wasn't paying attention.

"Okay, Katie what's up with you?" Angelina asked me. "I know the whole Oliver plan is a go but you have literally been staring at him all day."

"I have not." I said defending myself looking at her.

"Really?" she asked. "Cause every time I've seen you, you've had your eyes glued to him."

"All lunch period." Alicia said.

"In the hallways." Angelina added.

"On the staircases."

"Outside."

The two girls took turns slap shooting it back and forth.

"Okay, I get it!" I snapped. "Besides the fact that it's incredibly weird how much I see Oliver in a day, I see your point."

"Katie…" Angie said giving me a look. "Please, don't tell me that you like Oliver still."

"Wh-what?" I asked humorously, doing a bad job of hiding the truth.

"Katie." Alicia said worried.

"Katie, we love you more than a monkey loves a barrel. You need to see that we don't want you to get hurt." Angie said. "Let's be honest, boys are stupid. Including, Oliver. They don't see the obvious signs of interest in the opposite sex. Which means you could stand around waiting…for years…until he sees it."

"That's a lot of wasted time, Kate." Alicia said earnestly.

"Do you guys really think so?" I asked saddened.

"Partially." Angie said. "There of course is the 1% of boys like Cedric Diggory who are not stupid and are not blind when it comes to love." The two girls laughed at this but I could only glance at Oliver.

They were right.

"But, Katie." Angie finished. "If you truly want him…then don't give up." Angie smiled at me and Alicia patted me on the arm. "Why do you think I'm not done with Fred yet?" We all glanced at him as he made a chocolate frog dance by holding its front legs up and bobbing it up and down. We all started to laugh at this and I began to feel better. No giving up! But, I did need to learn how to be patient. When the moment was right…I would know.

XOXO

"You are a liar." I said to Oliver as I walked out onto the Quidditch pitch.

"How?" he asked me mounting his broom.

"You said no practice today!"

He made an amused face at me.

"Oh, guess I lied." he said with a smirk before kicking off the ground hard. I kicked off the ground a second later planning Oliver's demise.

Oliver…I'm going to shove that broom right up your little Scottish a-

"Katie!" a twin called my name and I turned around.

Bad idea.

I got side swiped and hit in the jaw by that bloody bludger again. And this time I heard a crack. I was in instant pain and it was completely unbearable. The last thing I heard before I passed out was Oliver screaming "Katie!" louder than everybody else.

XOXO

My eyes slowly blinked open. What happened? I have the worst headache in record history, I know that much. Where am I?

When I finally got my eyes to open fully, I was looking up at the ceiling. It was a very high ceiling.

I turned my head, wishing I hadn't because of the pain that shot through me. But, it slowly dissolved when I saw Oliver sleeping in the chair next to the bed I was laying in.

"Mr. Wood has been there all night." said Madame Pomfrey walking in. "I told him to go back to Gryffindor Tower, that you'd be fine under my care, but he refused." she set something down on the table next to my bed. "And he's not even the one that hit you with that dangerous bloody bludger." she said.

"What…happened?" I asked touching the top of my head to try to ease the throbbing pain that shot through it.

"You broke your jaw." she said. I was shocked. "Don't worry, dear. I've mended it the best I can. You'll still feel a bit of pain for the next couple of hours but you'll be spick and span by tomorrow. Ready for more dangerous Quidditch practice." she shook her head in disapproval.

"My head…is pounding still." I said touching it lightly.

"That would explain the concussion you have."

Oh, great.

"Along with twenty stitches on your right ear."

She helped me sit up which I really wish she hadn't done. Before I knew it, she was shoving a glass of strange liquid down my throat. It tasted more vulgar and bitter than mixing vinegar and stale coffee. I cringed at the taste and nearly upchucked it right then and there.

"You just have to grin and bear it, deary." she said helping me lay back down. Remind me to kill Fred and George. "Now, get some rest." Madame Pomfrey then left the room in a fury. She always seemed to walk extremely fast. Why that was, I had no idea. As I lay down in bed, even though I was so tired and my eyes felt heavy and arduous; I couldn't manage to sleep. I couldn't exactly remember much from what happened. Last thing I remembered was walking onto the pitch for practice. Everything else after that was a blur of confusion. How did I get up to the room anyway? As I tried to remember the past, a few things flashed in my head. They were vague and distant but as I glanced at Oliver's sleeping form, they came back to me instantly.

After I got hit by the bludger, the pain was so excruciating that I thought I was dying. I blacked out for a minute. My eyes reopened just as I leant a little to the right and started to slide off my broom. I was in a daze as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started to fall. The only thing I could hear was the echo of my heartbeat. I felt like I was falling in slow motion. The wind flew past me in a relaxing motion as my eyes squinted up at the light blue sky. I closed my eyes for a second again and the next thing I know someone was prepping my head up. I felt blood run down my neck.

I heard faint voices swirling around me. I couldn't make out one word. All I knew was they were panicked voices. Out of all those words, I heard a distinct voice whisper in my ear.

"Katie. Katie." I remembered in my head. It was the most panicked voice of them all. "Please, Katie. Wake up." I should have known that they were Oliver's. "God, please!" he was frustrated and panicking. The Scottish brogue was a definite signature. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see him now. Just in case…things didn't work out in my favor…

I squinted my eyes and looked up. The blurry, mosaic image my eyes gave me made Oliver look like art. He was moving in slow motion as he yelled up at someone. I heard no sound but I didn't need to. I was too busy concentrating on his perfect face. It was funny how even after my brain cells were dying, Oliver was still on my brain. I shut my eyes and left them closed for good. I wanted to leave it at that. Seeing the beautiful Oliver I knew and loved.

I was surprised I managed to stay conscious for this long. My head pounded and it felt like my skull had cracked open. My body bobbed back and forth against somebody's chest. I was too weak to think anymore. I was too weak to do anything. I was losing this fight.

"It's gonna be okay, Katie." I heard words whisper in my ear.

Oliver.

And that's what kept me going. I held on…for him.

I popped out of my flashback and that's when I noticed the blood on Oliver's Quidditch robes. Man, did I really bleed that much? He even had blood stained on his hands. At the moment, Oliver looked more like he was a doctor who performed surgery on me than my brilliantly, talented Quidditch captain.

I grabbed my wand; which was lying on the table next to the bed. I conjured up a flat mirror and held my breath before I turned it over and looked at the reflection.

I scared myself.

I had purple bruises along my chin and jaw line and some bruises and cuts on my right cheekbone; where I was bludgered. I saw the trail of stitched on my ear. I gasped at the damage.

"Still beautiful." I heard Oliver say smoothly. I set the mirror down startled by his voice. I looked at him and smiled the best I could whilst trying not to trigger the pain that was my face.

He smiled lazily at me as he stood up. You could tell he was tired. By the looks of the rings under his eyes, he probably only got about an hour of sleep through the whole time that I'd been in the hospital wing.

"Who caught me?" I asked him slowly as he stood above my bed. He slowly reached over and moved the hair that covered my right ear and leaned down and looked at my stitches.

He gave me the concerned eyes and examined the damage.

"Does it hurt, bad?" he sounded concerned.

My breath was becoming uneven and jagged. He was making me nervous being this close.

He looked into my eyes awaiting my answer.

"It's feeling better." I said slowly.

I think that's when he saw something different in my eyes. He tilted his head a little and gave me curious eyes. That's when I pulled away and looked in the other direction. He stood up straight and scratched his head casually looking around the room.

"I'll let you get you rest now." he said. "I hope you get better soon." Oliver said. I knew he really meant it but he seemed a bit sidetracked now. He was trying to get out of my room. Maybe he felt the same awkward, quiet telling that I did. "I'll come by tonight." he said backing up.

"Okay." I nodded feeling mildly hurt.

He gave a light smile before he waved casually, heading for the wing exit.

"Oliver!" I yelled.

"Yeah?" he said stopping and turning slightly to look at me.

"You never told me who caught me."

He smiled humorously which made me feel warm inside.

"I did."

"How?"

"I caught you as you fell." he said comforting.

"But, you were no where near me."

He paused for a second before he answered me warmly.

"I was closer than you think." he said. "I'm always right next to you." He smiled again, this one more alluring.

He started to walk backwards with that same expression before turning back around and walking out through the big doors.

So, Oliver caught me. Just like he caught my heart.

A/N-Review? Sorry, I had to catch up on some other fanfics of mine but I am fully committed to this one if you guys are. Only 3 reviews chapter 1? Come on! Haha. Help me out here. There's plenty more to come so make sure you look out for updates. Happy Reading!