First of all, let me say that I'm not completely happy with this chapter. Nothing really interesting (i.e. Katie/Oliver action) happens in it, but I feel I needed to write it to move the story along. So as soon as I get this posted, I'm going to begin writing the next chapter, and hopefully that will have a little more fluffy stuff. Maybe.

My practice with the rest of the team was on the following Saturday. I arrived with Oliver to a stadium I had never been to before. We were greeted by the rest of the team, some I had met before, others I had not.

Herb arrived right at 9 o'clock with a whistle around his neck and a clipboard in his hand. He told us to introduce ourselves before we got started, and disappeared inside a small booth at the end of the pitch.

"I'm Mark Finch," said a rather large, burly man with bright red hair. "I'm a beater."

I shook his hand and smiled.

"Travis McNeely, seeker." Travis was a small man.

"Bryan Farrenhurst." He took my hand and gave it a kiss. "Beater."

"You already know me," said Claudette. She was examining her nails and looked very uninterested. "I 'ad a date today, but 'ad to cancel it to come to zis practice. I do not appreciate Herb scheduling a practice after he 'as already said zat zere would be no practice."

"Chill out, Claud." said the man standing next to her. He had yet to introduce himself. "You know this is necessary. Herb just wants to see how Katie plays. I'm sure it won't take long, and you can call up your man and-"

"I do not need advice from you, Calvin."

The man, Calvin, rolled his eyes at me and shook my hand. "Calvin Spencer. I'm the other chaser." He let go of my hand and took a step towards me. "You know, if you make the team, you'll be the most attractive woman that's ever been on it. How old did you say you were?"

Oliver grabbed the back of the practice robes Ange had lent to me and pulled me by his side. "Back off, Spencer. She's only 18."

Herb returned with seven brooms in his hands and started handing them out. I took mine from him and followed everyone else as they mounted their brooms and kicked off the ground.

I hadn't been on a broom by myself since the end of my fifth year at Hogwarts. That was the last year I played quidditch, and after everyone graduated, I locked my broom up in a closet at my parents house and hadn't taken it out since. But despite the fact that it had been ages since I had flown, everything felt so familiar, and I felt content.

I glanced over at Oliver who was watching me with a knowing smile on his face.

Herb split the team up into two; Oliver as the keeper, Mark as the beater, and I as the chaser for one team, and Claudette as the keeper, Bryan as a beater, and Calvin as the chaser for the other. Travis was told just to practice catching the snitch.

Claudette really wasn't very good at being a keeper. It was easy for me to get the quaffle past her and into the hoops. Each time I did, she would glare at me. If I made the team, I could tell the two of us were definitely going to have some problems.

And Calvin! Every time I had the quaffle, he'd say he was trying to steal it as his excuse for touching me. He'd try especially hard if I held the ball anywhere close to my chest in an attempt to keep it away from him. I heard Oliver yell at him a few times, but the man just didn't give up. He even knocked me off my broom once and I fell at least ten feet to the ground and landed right on my bum. The fall wasn't so bad, but having to sit on my broom afterwards was hell.

Herb realized trying to score with Claudette as the keeper was proving too easy for me, so he dismissed the beaters and had us three chasers work at getting the ball past Oliver. Calvin and Claudette just couldn't do it; no matter what they did, Oliver was always a step ahead and caught the ball easily before it got anywhere near the three hoops. I, on the other hand, was quite good at scoring against him. The years I had been ordered to do just the same back at Hogwarts had taught me all of Oliver's moves and tricks, and shown me his weaknesses. I scored at least 100 out of the 120 points we had made at the end of the drill, and I could see Herb smiling as he stood below us.

Next he had us practice formations and passing. The formations were much more complicated than the ones Oliver used to draw up in his big quidditch notebook back at Hogwarts, but it was nothing I wasn't capable of doing.

Sure enough, by the end of the day, Herb's whistle and his yelling were about to drive me crazy. When the practice was over, he called us all onto the middle of the pitch.

"Well, I have some good news, and I have some bad news."

I glanced up at Oliver nervously, and he slipped a comforting arm around my shoulders. I heard Claudette scoff and looked at her. She was staring me down and practically snarling at me!

"The good news is... well, it looks like we've found ourselves a new chaser!"

I was floored. I stood still while the others clapped and patted me on the back. I didn't notice I had been gaping until Oliver closed my mouth with his hand.

"What's the bad news, coach?" someone asked.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, the bad news. There is no bad news. I just wanted to give you a scare, that's all. Now hit the showers."

I looked at Oliver while the others were making their way to the locker rooms. He was grinning madly, and he pulled me into a huge hug and spun me around.

"I can't believe it!" I said, almost yelling. "I made the team! I'm a professional quidditch player! I'm... oh Merlin, I'm going to be rich! I've got to call my mum and dad! I've got to tell Ange and Alicia! I-"

"Calm down, Katie! Breathe! Let's go get a shower and we'll celebrate when we get home, alright? We'll invite Ange and Alicia and the twins and... and I'll let you get nice and drunk and we'll all have a really good time, alright?"

I nodded.

Oliver pulled me into the locker rooms and the first thing I saw was Calvin's naked rear end.

"Holy mother of- where's the lady's room!" I screamed, shrinking back against the wall and covering my eyes.

"Oh, uh, Katie... professional quidditch isn't much like it was back at Hogwarts. In most of the stadiums in Europe the men and women all share one locker room. I guess it's just something you'll have to get used to," Oliver said, taking my wrists in his hands and prying my hands away from my eyes. I looked straight ahead, never letting my eyes trail away from his face. I could see the skin-colored blobs walking around behind him. I wanted to puke.

"What is ze matter 'ere?"

Oliver turned around and I glanced over his shoulder. There stood Claudette in all her au naturel glory. Did the woman have no decency?

"Katie here's not used to the whole co-ed locker room thing," Oliver explained.

"Well I do not see what is ze big deal. We are all adults in zis room, surely we 'ave all seen everyzing before, non?" She sauntered off towards the showers and got inside a stall, pulling the curtain shut behind her.

I was seriously freaking out.

"Look, we'll go down to the showers all the way at the end and I'll make sure no one comes down there to look at you, okay?"

I nodded and followed Oliver to the back of the building with my duffle bag full of clothes in one hand. I took the shower in the corner and glanced around before I slowly began to peel my muddy robes off. Oliver was practically ripping his clothes off, and by the time he got to his boxers, I had to say something so he wouldn't go any farther while I was watching. He waited until I had stripped down to my bra and panties and we both got inside the showers.

I secured the curtain's edges to the wall of the shower with three spells before I took my underwear off and hung it along the curtain rail. I heard Oliver chuckling in the stall beside mine.

The warm water felt so good to my aching muscles that I temporarily forgot that there were naked men running around the same room I was currently in. I bathed and washed my hair, then just stood until all the warm water ran out.

I turned the shower off and bent down, reaching an arm behind the curtain to grab my bag. I felt around, frowning. Surely I hadn't set it that far away from the shower? I leaned out even further, but didn't feel it.

"Oliver? Oliver?" I called, but the stall beside mine was silent and the water was no longer running. I stuck my head out and looked around. My fucking bag was gone! I glanced up to get the underwear that I had hung over the curtain rail, but they were gone also. "OLIVER!"

"He's outside with the others talking to Herb."

I looked up and there was Calvin across the room, nude and holding my bag right in front of his bits! If they were touching my stuff, he was going to be a dead man.

"Give me back my bag, Calvin." My voice was awfully low.

"Why don't you come take it from me. Here," he said, holding it out towards me.

"Calvin, please give it back. Please don't be a jerk."

"I am giving it back. You just have to walk ten steps to come get it."

I retreated back into the stall. I could feel tears welling up behind my eyes and I was getting really mad at Oliver for not being there when he told me he would be. I stood staring at that stupid gray curtain for the longest time.

Hey... the curtain...

I ripped it down from the bar it was on and quickly wrapped it around under my arms. It was long and got horribly tangled around my knees, but that didn't stop me from taking off after Calvin.

"Oh shit!" he cried before running straight out the door of the locker room, for there was nowhere else to go inside it and I'm sure he could tell by the look on my face that once I caught him, I wasn't going to just take my bag and leave him alone. Oh no, I was certainly on a death mission.

"Spencer, what the bloody hell are you doing? Get some clothes on man!" I heard Herb yell as I pushed open the locker room doors. They slammed against the wall and I took off running towards the naked man who was already halfway across the pitch with my bright red bag under his arm.

"Katie!" I heard Oliver yell as he took off after me.

I kept my eyes trained on Calvin and silently cheered when I saw him do a face plant right into the sand beneath the three big hoops. I caught up with him quickly and fell to the ground, slapping and punching any and everything I could while still holding the shower curtain tightly around myself.

Heavy footsteps came up behind me and I was lifted off the ground.

"What is going on?" asked Oliver. He struggled to keep me back as I squirmed around in his arms.

"I was just playing with her, jeeze!" Calvin stood up, covering himself with one hand and handing my bag back to Oliver with the other. "She's a fucking psycho bitch!"

"If you hadn't taken my clothes I wouldn't be a fucking psycho bitch! And you haven't even seen what I'm-"

I was interrupted by a funny but familiar feeling in my stomach, and Oliver and I were standing in our flat's living room before I realized that he had apparated the two of us back home.

"Why didn't you stay with me?" I yelled. My hair was still dripping wet and was sticking to my bare shoulders.

"Herb called us out. I was gone for maybe five minutes!"

"Well... you... I hate you!" I turned and stomped off towards my room, curtain and all.

Oliver and I made up and after I called my mum and dad and told them the good news (to which they replied, "Oh, that's great honey! Your little brother made an A+ on his spelling test today!"), we decided to celebrate.

I apparated to Alicia and George's apartment. They were seated around the coffee table playing wizard's chess. "I made the team, get your asses to our flat right this instant!"

Then I apparated to Ange and Fred's house. "Hey! I made the team! Come to- oh, sorry!" Ange looked up from her spot on the couch where she and Fred had been snogging rather forcefully.

"Get the fuck out of here!" she yelled.

"Going, going, see you at my flat, right?" And I was gone.

Oliver had gotten bottles upon bottles of butterbeer and fire whiskey. Fortunately for Ange and Alicia, everything would be safe for their babies, for wizard's alcohol was nothing like that of the muggles.

We were all laughing and talking in the kitchen. I was definitely trashed; I was seeing two of everything and my tongue felt like a big fuzzy brick in my mouth.

"I'm go'n to th-the loo," Alicia said, stumbling out of the kitchen.

"Hurry back, babe," George said, tilting his head sideways as she left the room. He took a long swig of his fire whiskey. "She may be pregantnent, uh pregnant, but she's still got a nice ass!"

Oliver was the only one who laughed. I glared at him. He wasn't supposed to be looking at Alicia's ass. The only ass he was allowed to look at was...

No, no that wasn't right! I'm not his girlfriend. I don't want him looking at my ass!

I crawled onto the top of the bar everyone was seated at and stretched out on my back. Angelina tickled the exposed skin on my stomach and I jerked forward. This action caused my head to spin and I rolled off of the counter and hurried to the bathroom. I felt like I was going to be sick.

I pushed open the door and gasped at the site in front of me.

Alicia was standing with her hands grasping the bathroom sink, her legs spread a meter apart, and a clear liquid was running down her legs and falling into a puddle from beneath her dress.

"Alicia!"

She turned towards me, her eyes puffy with tears. "I need a doctor."