I hope this helps to explain Chapter 2 as some of you found it confusing…
The Ravenclaw girl purposely does not have a name so that Katie can invent creative names for her later on and so that you are still on Katie's side. The use of "her" rather than a name also helps Oliver's delusion.
I wish she said what I heard
Chapter 3 – Highs and Lows
Usually Katie's powers of observation were admired, requested and envied. Today, Alicia and Angelina loathed them. It wasn't just dislike of the skill that enclosed Katie in her dorm in a melancholy mood, it was pure hatred, abhorrence, despisement and detest.
Her voice was muffled by her knees, but Katie's support team managed to decipher her every syllable. "He was on a high and I don't mean from sugar or drink, I know it!"
Angelina and Alicia swapped puzzled glances before the former spoke up rather timidly, "Well, what do you mean?"
In return, Katie's head rose to gave her a withering look before returning to their original position before Katie carried on with her rant, "How else would that have happened? Our own sexy Scottish Quidditch Captain as well – in love? It was that Ravenclaw he was "talking to" at breakfast, more like flirting with – I'm sure of it!"
Alicia lifted Katie's head up again to face them as the latter moved to sit at the tip of their human triangle on Angelina's bed. Angelina reached underneath her bed to rummage around for a much needed bar of chocolate. As she shared the treasure out, she told Katie, "Kates, he's not ours he's yours."
Katie swallowed a piece and wailed, "But he's not!" Her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears again, "he was just saying that he thought I was, well…" She broke off uncertainly.
"No, he wasn't," Alicia contradicted, "I get the feeling that he was telling you the truth. What happened, yesterday after we went, anyway?" She asked, trying unsuccessfully to steer towards a subtle change of topic.
Katie looked at her, biting her lip in thought, "A load of third years came and I went upstairs before he could say anything else." She drew the subject back, "But what if he wasn't? Telling the truth, I mean, what if he's tucked up somewhere now with her? What if it all meant –"
Angelina interrupted before Katie could worry herself with any more "what ifs" with a logical one of her own, "What if you go and find him and ask him?"
A few minutes later, Katie was on the trail of one Oliver Wood.
Oliver thrashed about in an armchair, fidgeting whilst waiting futilely for Katie to come downstairs. He knew exactly where she was and also knew that if he tried to get up the stairs, they would turn into a slope that would send him sliding down to land at the feet of the laughing common room. She'd been up there for ages, she had to come down soon wouldn't she? He scanned the common room and spotted the twins without his other two chasers and realised that all three girls would probably be clustered up there until five minutes before dinner. Eventually he gave up and went to stroll the halls, his usual weekend pursuit aside from Katie-watching or quidditch.
He walked not knowing or caring where his feet took him. Oliver was desperately trying every technique he could to get Katie off his mind, but none of them were succeeding. He noticed that he was meandering in the dimly lit passage that led to his qudditch office, when suddenly a pair of graceful hands was placed on each of his shoulders with a tinkling laugh from behind him. He looked down at the perfectly manicured talons with a blue decoration on each, declaring one of the colours of her house. The thought, "Oh no." Was screening through his brain on repeat.
"Trying to get her off your mind?" His brain froze, wanting to push her away but her scent paralyzed his limbs; numbly he nodded. She laughed again, "maybe this'll help". As she pushed one hand over his shoulder to trail down his torso, turning herself around to face him, on hand entangling in his hair, Oliver knew that he was in trouble and that the chances of him escaping from it were slim; slim enough to have been on a very strict diet for a couple of years. He would never manage to say "no" now, no matter how many tearful Katies swam to the front of his vision.
Suddenly the hair he was taking out was mousey blonde; the scent he was breathing from the girl's neck was lavender. Her breasts diminished under his hands to a more manageable size and her waist shrank along with her height in proportion until he was looking into Katie's eyes.
The girl had been pressing her lips against Oliver's with her back not far from the wall. To an onlooker it would seem that Oliver had pressed her against and was taking full advantage of the opposing force the wall presented. Trust that onlooker to be Katie. She backed silently away, her mouth open. Not paying attention to the floor, she stumbled and tripped, then caught herself and ran back down the corridor.
Katie ran as fast as she could, not caring about the clatter of her shoes on the stone and leaving and leaving a path of tears across her cheeks to drip over her clothes. She breathed the password to the Fat Lady and scampered up the stairs. Halfway up she tripped again and the world went black as her body collapsed across the stairs.
Moments later, Oliver tore through the portrait hole to see Katie, at the last second remembering that his foot on the staircase would not help in his ascension of it. Unfortunately, his body was working faster than his brain and he watched hopelessly as Katie's battered and bruised body span and tumbled towards him, not being able to done anything about it. He yelled to Angelina and Alicia as he picked Katie up. The appeared at the top of the slope, their eyes wide and hands clapped to their mouths. Oliver looked down at the girl in his arms and felt a terrible wrench pulling at his stomach. So this is what it's like to see your heart break. Yes, he said that one aloud too.
Go on, you know you want to press that tiny blue button and cause me much happiness and oxygen, ahem, I mean reviews… x x x