Glow

Katie was stuck in the dormitory every evening and during free periods she was doing homework. She cursed loudly every time she caught herself looking outside, hearing other students enjoying the last days of warm weather. Tomorrow she had to hand in her three essays, and only one was finished. She had tackled Snape's essay first, that was the most difficult one. But now she had to read some more books about Transfiguration and Charms. Panic was taking over her.

Oliver was watching her struggle, from the other side of the Common Room. He bit his bottom lip. He couldn't concentrate on the tactics he had worked on last night. There was another practice this evening, and Oliver knew that Katie was already drowning in her school work. He got up and walked the stairs up, to his dormitory.

When he returned, five minutes later, he was holding three rolls of parchment. He had worked on these two evenings ago. But he wasn't sure if he would give it to her, she could be offended.

He took a seat at her table. "Everything all right?" Oliver asked aerie.

"Does it look like everything's going well?" Katie said, quite brusquely. Her hair was a mess, she had dark circles under her eyes and she had bitten all of her fingernails.

"No, you don't look like that." Oliver said, smiling. "But maybe I can help." He held up the three rolls of parchment.

"What's that?" Katie asked, after glancing at the three rolls.

"Your essays," Oliver said, calmly.

Katie looked at him, not quite understanding what he was saying. "What do you mean? I have a lot of work to do." She got hold of her quill again.

"I was bored two nights ago and didn't want to work on Quidditch tactics." Oliver started his story.

"That's new." Katie mumbled, reading a passage in the book lying in front of her.

"Anyway," Oliver continued, after glaring at her. "I thought I could give you a hand and looked up my own essays I had to write when I was in my fourth year. And I rewrote them." He paused and eyed Katie closely. She had stopped reading and looked up at him. "You still need to copy them. Snape, McGonagall and Flitwick know my handwriting."

Katie sighed with relief and rubbed her eyes. "Oliver, you're a lifesaver." She got up and kissed him on the cheek. Oliver handed her over the essays, confused. Next thing, Katie hugged him.

"What is going on here?" An angry voice said.

Both Oliver and Katie looked around and saw an angry Moira looking at them. Katie picked up the rolls and the rest of her stuff.

"Uhm, I'll copy these upstairs." Katie quickly ran up the dormitory. She couldn't help but smile.

Leanne stormed up the dormitory half an hour later. She looked really excited about something.

"Katie," She gasped, "you have to come down. Oliver and Moira are yelling at each other. I think they could break up any second now!"

Leanne ran back down, she was determined not to miss anything from the show. Katie followed her, feeling slightly guilty. And when Katie was in the common room again, she saw Oliver and Moira standing an inch from each other, yelling loudly.

"All you care about is your reputation!" Oliver yelled in her face.

"All you care about is your Quidditch!" Moira answered back.

The whole common room was looking at the scene. It was like watching a tennis match.

"You're selfish and a shallow bitch." Oliver yelled, looking very red in the face. His accent was growing thicker every second.

Moira was breathing heavily. She looked at Oliver with shock in her eyes. "You're the worst shag I ever had." She spat at him.

The common room fell silent. They were looking at Oliver, hoping he would do something reckless.

"We're through," Oliver said, through clenched teeth. "I hate everything about you." He pushed her out of his way and stalked out of the portrait.

"This is absolutely wonderful!" Leanne whispered in my ear. "Oliver is a free man!"

Katie rolled her eyes and ran out of the common room too, looking for Oliver. She didn't notice that two icy blue eyes were following her.

Katie found Oliver on the Quidditch pitch, with his broom in his hands. He was feverishly pacing up and down, kicking everything that was laying in his way. She approached him cautiously, she had never seen him this angry. Katie knew she was probably the cause of all his problems, so she gave a little cough to announce her presence.

He turned around, quite abruptly. "Oh, it's you," Oliver said, when he saw who was standing behind him. "I'm not good company at the moment."

"That's all right," Katie said, picking up a broom from the ground. "I don't feel like talking." She picked up the Quaffle and mounted her broom. "I'll see you up there." She said while she flew into the air.

Oliver was taken aback for a few minutes. How come this girl knew what really calmed him down, was the sport he loved playing? Oliver mounted his broom and shot up, quickly.

They played for hours, even when it started raining they kept on going. She tried making goals, and he kept on blocking them. Occasionally Katie made a score and couldn't help but cheer. Oliver managed to crack a smile every now and then.

"Come on, Oliver!" Katie yelled over the sound of the wind and the falling rain. "I've scored ten times in a row!"

"I'm exhausted!" He yelled back. "I never knew you were in such great shape."

Katie shrugged. "I played every now and then in the summer holidays." She landed on the soaked grass. Oliver followed her example. They walked in the locker rooms in silence.

Katie sat down on the bench. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" She had wondered during the time they had played Quidditch if she would ask this question. Katie felt like she was the cause of them breaking up, so she had to share the misery.

Oliver froze. "Well, we were bound to break up sooner or later. We weren't getting along lately." He sat next to Katie and dried his face.

"You should be glad." Katie said, giving him a pat on the back.

Oliver look at her in surprise. "Why?"

She shrugged. "She's not right for you. I mean," she continued after Oliver gave her a puzzled look. "You're a really nice guy and decent. And she's just…" Katie looked for the right words to say, but Oliver filled her in.

"A bitch."

Katie laughed. "Yeah, a bitch."

Oliver chuckled. "Come on, Katie. Let's have dinner." He stood up and grabbed her hand.

I'm sorry for the late update. I moved and didn't have internet for a whole month. You can imagine I nearly died.

The good news is of course the last book of K.J. Rowling! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. Although I got bored in the middle of it. But I'm glad Oliver and Katie made their reappearance and fought along.
After I read that part I have made a decision: I'm going to write a sequel, after this story is finished of course. I don't want to give away too many details, I'm still working on the plot.

Anway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. And don't forget to review :-).