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Disclaimer: JK decided to give me Oliver and Katie for my own use… huh. Guess not.
A/n: I'm sorry if it seems rushed… I have absolutely no time anymore!
A/n2: OMG I am so sorry I never updated!! Wow, like three whole months without typing this. –ducks flying tomatoes- don't kill me, enjoy the chapter!
"OLIVER!!! DON'T BLOODY DO THAT!" Katie screeched. Oliver laughed.
"Fine, next time I won't save your life."
"SAVE MY LIFE!? Oliver- you… arsehole! You scared the bloody shit out of me! I probably have a sprained ankle now, meaning I won't be able to play Quidditch for a while, and it's all your fault because you decided to- mmph!" Oliver's hand covered her mouth.
"Bell, did you hit your head or something?" She shook him off.
"As a matter of fact, Wood, I DI-" his hand covered her mouth again.
"Bell. We're not Muggles. We do have magic to fix things." Katie glared at him.
"You bugger." She stood up and leaned on the banister as Oliver fixed her ankle. Katie adjusted her sweater and dusted herself off, glancing at her outfit. She wore a black tank top that said CRIMSON in red letters underneath the sweater, black jeans, sneakers, and pinstriped fingerless gloves. "Oh!" she cried, remembering. She pulled out her wand and scampered up the stairs like a squirrel. She darted into her room and snatched her clock off the nightstand.
"Katie! Wha-what are you doing!!" the clock screeched. Katie grinned wickedly at it.
"Something that should have been done a long time ago. Incendio!" she cried. Flames shot out of her wand and quickly engulfed the clock. She grinned; but the attempt was futile, as the flames dissipated, leaving the clock gleaming. "What??" Katie shot more flames at it, but each attempt left the clock shining more brightly than before. "WHY- WON'T- YOU- BURN???" she chucked the clock against the wall in hopes that it was break, but her hopes were dashed.
"What the hell!! Break already!" Katie whipped around when she heard Oliver chuckling. "WHY. WON'T. IT. BREAK."
"Protego, my little Tinker Bell. Protego." Katie swore.
"Bugger."
Time Jump- Whee!!!
3 AM.
As Katie slept, a figure crept into her room. He crawled stealthily along to Katie's bed, and then stood up. He glanced at the clock quickly, and then turned back to Katie. Lightly, almost barely touching her, he ran his fingers down her face. Katie shot up holding her wand out in front of her.
Oliver hit the floor with a loud thump. "Shite."
Time Jump- roughly a half hour later… I don't know… I'm not Mr. Clocko.
"Ollie? You okay?" Oliver opened his eyes slowly to see Katie's rumpled red hair in his face. He blew a few thick strands out of his face. Blimey, she has nice hair.
"Oh thank Godric, Oliver! I thought I really hurt you!" Oliver laughed.
"You, Katelyn Jamison Bell, hurting me, Oliver Michael Wood? Please." Katie punched him in the shoulder. "Ow."
"See? I did hurt you." Oliver looked into her light blue eyes… and saw something there. Curiosity? Or maybe something he had yet to come by… "Oliver?" He brought his lips up to hers, and gently touched them. Katie sat in shock for a moment, then slowly responded. Just as she did, they were broken apart by a tinny voice.
"Oi! No kissing in front of the clock, man!" Oliver grumbled.
"Bloody clock." Katie grinned at him as she stood up. She grabbed Oliver's hand and pulled him up.
"You know, I was thinking earlier about how I could break this clock. You know what I realized?"
"That you have an amazing arse?"
"That I already knew." Katie grinned. "What I realized is, usually the person you charms something is the only person who can uncharm it. But, seeing as you put a very strong Protego on it, it takes two to break the spell." Oliver grinned; she figured it out.
"Very good, Kates. Now," he stepped to her, closing off the space between them, "what would you like to do?"
"Well," she placed an arm around his neck, "first, I'm going to convince you to destroy this clock with me. Then," she placed her other arm around him, "I'm going to snog you until the break of dawn. After all, it takes two to tango, why not to break a clock?"
Oliver smiled down at the beautiful redhead in his arms. Two is a magic number.
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