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Oliver raises his head and notices the three of us, and his face lights into an insanely wild grin.
--George--
Near instantly, about three hundred flashbulbs go off in her direction, and Angelina and I almost jump in front of her, protecting our Katie.
"Now, Ange," I say in a stage whisper, "I thought Friends and Family were granted Post Match Amnesty from the press?"
"Why, yes, I think they are, George." And the press quickly turn their attention away from Oliver and onto Green, asking him questions in the slightly raised voice of someone who's just been caught out. Oliver half-wades through the fans and broken flashbulbs, greets Angelina with a hug and Katie with a kiss to the cheek. He puts his arm around her, in a way which we recognise as a protective, brotherly way, but the press assume is an overtly sexual way. In the fifteen or twenty seconds between us steeping from the stairs and into the changing room, I hear the girls in his fan club whispering "Who is she,", "She's gorgeous," or "She's blatantly a hooker." It would be funny were it not Katie.
The press pick up on it faster than anyone, and I'm sure by the time we get home, there'll be eighteen different front page stories about Katie, and the Quibbler will still be running that story about Khrumps.
Once we're in the changing room, Oliver proceeds to change, leaving us standing in the centre of the dressing room, staring awkwardly around like tourists. Suddenly, a voice jerks us from confusion.
"You must be… George?" I jump as I hear my name. "Oliver's mate?" I turn to look at Eoin Malan.
"Mr. Malan?" I stare, confused. "how do you-"
"He talks about his friends all the time. Makes us all feel a little bit loserish." it immediately eases me, I laugh and leave Angelina's side to talk to the rest of the players. It's incredibly reassuring to know Oliver's mentioned me. I must be a great friend.
I look over and Angelina's gone suddenly, she's been swept away by the central chaser, Tyron Udal, and is discussing the merits of playing as such. Angelina looks to be in her element. Katie is standing there like a lemon, looking uncomfortable and awkward as she stares around.
"Oliver-" Finn Green shouts as he comes into the room, looking harassed. He walks straight into Katie, she fall to the floor and starts to giggle. Oliver is by her side in an instant, holds out his hand and pulls her to her feet.
"You alright?" She nods, still laughing.
"I'm really sorry…" Green pauses and looks at her. "You're Katie?" she nods a little bit embarrassedly and Oliver grips her shoulder protectively. "Wow, Wood, you outdid yourself. How did you convince this beauty to date you?" a huge blush from Katie.
"I asked." Oliver grins, revealing nothing. When our conversations are over, we all move to the other door, wondering where it leads. We're three floors up and the door's on the outer wall.
Oliver pushes it open, and suddenly we're standing in a field in the middle of nowhere. We apparate to their flat and Angelina insists on having a coffee to sober me up. We end up ordering a Chinese.
Today, as far from the news as we can make it, Katie answers the door, bright green glasses from the purple ones they'd spotted before.
"Alright luv?" The delivery boy says at the top of his squeaky voice, "Boyfriend not home?"
"No… but my flatmate is." She turns to face the kitchen, "Ollie, delivery boy!"
He gets up and Angelina and I can't resist watching from the kitchen doorway. His hand rests on Katie's shoulder, the other resting on his hip. From the back, he looks like a superhero.
"How can I help?" He's using the imposing Voice he used to use on the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch. The delivery boy looks as though he's cacking himself.
"Oh, um… nah mate, s'alright." He looks down at his feet, blushing to hide the spotty features, "Enjoy ya meal." and he scarpers. We all return to the table and eat happily.
"You scared that delivery boy, Oliver." Katie says simply, swallowing half a spring roll in one mouthful.
"I guess." He pauses and looks suitably rueful. "Sorry guys. I guess I went a bit OTT."
"Oliver," Angelina says politely, "You used The Voice." the table falls silent, and we all look nervously at each other. Nobody will deny it, but all of a sudden, we can't speak - the capitalisation was audible.
"I'm a prize pig." He murmurs eventually, "I swore I'd never use-" Katie shakes her head.
"No, you're not." She says honestly, "You were defending me." He half smiles and she ruffles his hair. They're honestly a gorgeous couple, his male-model features and her beautiful-but-she-doesn't-know-it looks and their contrasting personalities. They're the opposing halves of each other.
I put my arm around Angelina, who looks at me, then down at her plate. It's got double the food mine has on it.
"Eating for two, Ange?" I grin wildly. She blushes back, "make the most of it. I'll be giving you workouts in about two months." Katie coughs, disguising her laughter.
"So, how'd it happen?" Oliver says, I look at Katie, my expression blank. She grins back, giving me permission.
"Well, young Wood," he's two months older than me. "When a man and a woman get jiggy," Ange takes over as I collapse into giggles.
"Like Katie and you will-"
"Oi! Give us a chance-"
"Babies get made-"
"If the husband-"
"Or the wife-"
"Has forgetfulness as a hereditary complication."
He sits there, taking every joke like a man.
"Well, actually, Oliver," Angelina smiles, "It wasn't planned, but the whole above conversation applies. We're married, but you and Katie-"
"Aren't shagging yet." Katie interjects. Oliver is about half a syllable behind her, "give us a chance." She lays her hand on the table, drumming her fingers, tip-tap, Tick-Tock Katie Bell. Oliver lays his hand across her wrist.
It's just like before, like before our Quidditch matches. Katie would be stressed; nerves turned into tapping, oliver grips her wrist, touches her gently, reassures her, and she calms. We should have seen their relationship then, the way he always made her laugh, how she would always go to him and cry, he would help her fix her troubles - he once punched Roger Davies so hard his nose broke and he had two black eyes.
It was absolutely fantastic to see - Oliver had punched him because Katie had caught him snogging Cho Chang, and it was this whole scene at breakfast - Katie sobbing and shouting at Roger, then Oliver snapped, shouted something about hurting his best girl and punched his lights out.
"You don't do that to my Kates." He had spat as Roger lay bleeding. He got a week of detention, but he didn't care.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed?!
This was an odd chapter. I'm sorry. I hope you enjoyed it?!
The EVIL delivery boy returned D
I thought George's POV would be something different.
More fun and interesting things next chapter.
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