Two updates in a month? I have no idea how that happened, but I'm happy! Let me know if you agree.
I'm thinking maybe one more chapter to wrap things up in… but that could be completely wrong, simply because I am completely and utterly terrible at ending stories. Maybe it'll be an epilogue. I've never written one of those, so it should be interesting. So, let's see where my writing takes us, shall we? Thanks for sticking with me and this story.
I closed my door behind me and leaned against it, grinning widely. None of the girls were asleep; rather, they were all piled onto my bed, waiting for details. I rolled my eyes at their eager expressions and went and joined them, pushing Alicia aside so I didn't fall off the bed.
"Can you believe that you're finally dating Oliver Wood?" Alicia asked. I just smiled and shook my head.
"I don't think I've actually wrapped my mind around it. It's going to be weird, but nice, to finally not see Kaitlyn all over him," I said, hugging my pillow tightly to my chest. They all smiled at my obvious happiness.
"We're really happy for you, Kates," Lila added, patting my hand.
"And I'm happy for you! You and Lee are so adorable together," I responded, smirking at her blush. It was true; his height and dark looks complimented her shortness and blonde hair perfectly. And the same with their personalities, Lee was everything loud and exciting and Lila was quiet and thoughtful.
"Shut up, we're talking about you, not me," she said, looking down. I smiled again, but let it go, understanding she was perfectly content not talking about her relationship.
"Do we have to talk about me?" I whined, looking at them. "We've been talking about me since I started liking him. I think we're all talked-out."
They all rolled their eyes, but gave in, for the moment at least. "Night, Katie," they called, as they returned to their respective beds. I crawled out of mine and got ready for bed. By the time I was finished, Lila and Alicia were sound asleep.
"Night, Angie," I whispered.
"Goodnight, Katie," she replied, before turning over and letting sleep take over. I decided to follow suit, and was soon fast asleep.
The next morning I was woken gently by the sunshine's dancing patterns on my face. Groaning, I shifted, trying to dodge the annoying beams of light, before giving up. It was late enough anyway, and I always had a hard time falling back asleep after being woken. I got out of bed and put on a sweatshirt instead of getting dressed. Trudging down the stairs, I was prepared for the common room to be empty, but I was wrong. A lone, brown head was bent over a sheaf of papers.
"Morning," I called quietly, trying not to startle Oliver, but to no avail. He jumped up and tried to hide the papers he was working on. When he saw it was me, Oliver relaxed and sat back down as he placed the papers back on the table.
"Morning, Kates," Oliver said. I walked over and sat next to him, about to start studying what he was working on before his fingers were on my chin, pulling it up so he could kiss me quickly. My cheeks were a soft shade of red, but I smiled brightly. After our morning exchanges were done, I grabbed the papers and leaned into his warm, inviting side. Oliver chuckled and threw an arm around me, drawing me closer. I scanned the papers, quickly noting that they were more Quidditch plays. My lips quirked up into a smile as I once again realized what a Quidditch-obsessed boyfriend I had gotten myself.
"Why are you smiling? The plays are good!" he defended when he misinterpreted my smile.
"Calm down, the plays are fine, fantastic even," I assured him swiftly smiling again as he protected his inventions. "I was just thinking about my taste in men."
"Oh really? And what about your taste in men?" Oliver asked.
"That I only go for the really, really crazy obsessive ones," I murmured, raising my head closer to his. He nodded distractedly, not even becoming offended at my choice of words. His gaze darted from my eyes to my lips and to my eyes again. I smirked before allowing our lips to meet. It was a short kiss, seeing as someone coughed softly to get our attention.
"Sorry to interrupt," Angelina said, smiling brightly at us. Oliver rolled his eyes and then resumed our previous position, me being tucked into his side. Angelina was shortly joined by Fred who kept her very busy trying to convince him not to prank anyone at the moment.
"We really shouldn't push our luck right now," she said, looking at him anxiously. "Why can't we just enjoy our day off from practice today and not worry about incurring anyone's anger today?" He sighed, obviously torn between a brilliant prank and his girlfriend's wishes. In the end, common sense won out, a rare event for a twin, and he relented. Angelina's worried features smoothed out and she leaned back into the couch in relief.
"I swear, Weasley, you're going to be the death of me," she muttered to herself. Fred chose to ignore her words and lounged back, head in her lap and feet strewn out over the edge of the couch. I watched their small exchange with a smile, loving the way they acted like a married couple. Angelina was definitely the one for Fred, I was sure of it. I glanced at Oliver, wondering where this relationship was going to go and saw that he too was studying the couple quizzically. He caught my gaze and flashed me a broad smile that made my breath catch in my throat. I snuggled closer into Oliver's side, and tugged his hand to get his attention.
"Wanna go for a walk?" I suggested, wanting to give Angelina and Fred a little bit of quiet time. With our group, it was a bit hard to come by. He nodded and we stood. We both still needed to get dressed, so we left to do that and met back downstairs when we were done. Oliver grasped my hand as we walked towards the doors that led to the outside. There was no one outside at all, which didn't surprise me much. Most people weren't awake this early on a Sunday. We walked down to the Black Lake and sat by the shore, once again with me leaning against Oliver.
"I'm really glad we stopped being stupid and finally got together," I admitted softly, staring out at the water. Oliver's chuckles vibrated through my body.
"I agree," he said, and kissed the top of my head. We didn't talk for a while, but there wasn't a need to. We just sat there and enjoyed each other and the quiet. Eventually, the moment was broken by a loud, rumbling noise that came from Oliver's stomach.
"Guess we'd better go get some breakfast?" I asked, grinning up at Oliver's sheepish expression.
"That sounds nice," he said as he stood up and offered me a hand. We trekked back up to the school and went to the Great Hall. Everyone was already there, and that included Kaitlyn. She steadfastly avoided any eye contact with anyone except her few friends who were playing watchdog, snapping at anyone who came too close to their queen. I almost laughed, picturing this happening in a different circumstance, with Kaitlyn and I still being best friends, and Oliver not the boyfriend who just broken up with her. We would have stolen a gallon of chocolate ice cream from the kitchens (or our own kitchen, if we were at home) and hidden in one of our rooms, curled up in bed with a list of the ex's faults to recite and the ice cream to eat. While I had been inexperienced at the dating aspect of a social life, Kaitlyn had excelled, having at least three or four boyfriends before Oliver. Now, I couldn't imagine her eating unwarranted calories.
Oliver followed my gaze and rolled his eyes, "It's as if I murdered something of hers," he scoffed, referencing the way the girls instantly zoned in on Oliver and looked ready to kill. "I will never understand girls." I laughed.
"And we will never understand you guys, so it's even," I replied, before tugging on his hand to join our friends.
"Us guys are not that hard to understand!" he protested, as he took a seat next to Fred.
"I second that. All we want is a beautiful girlfriend and someone to prank," Fred said, adding to the conversation. "Which I have," he said, looking at Angelina. She snorted, but looked happy. She loved it when Fred complimented her.
"Well, not quite for every man. I just need a beautiful girlfriend and a Quidditch pitch and I'm set," Oliver clarified. I rolled my eyes.
"Then why do you make everything so complicated? People say girls are, but it's really you guys," Alicia piped up.
Before a whole fight could escalate from here, Lila took control of the situation. "I think that to both sides, what we do makes perfect sense, but because guys and girls think differently, the message doesn't always make sense to the others," she said, trying to play neutral. Everyone looked at her and nodded.
"Why do you always make sense?" Alicia grumbled good-naturedly. Lila shrugged and kept on eating. We all ate together, planning the day. The twins were going to be doing some "homework", but no one believed them. Alicia and Angelina just kept quiet and smiled, knowing they could never stop them and, besides, they wouldn't. Not letting the twins prank would just be cruel. Oliver decided to get some practice on his own, and I volunteered to go with him. Lila and Lee were going to go do something on their own, and Alicia and Angie were going to relax in our room. We broke into our little groups, and Oliver and I left for the pitch.
As soon as we were up in the air, I was reminded of the day before, when Oliver and I had been flying together. Now, there were different circumstances, but the way we played didn't change. We were both playing to beat each other; whatever happened out of the pitch didn't affect our playing.
"Yes!"I cried, after I had feinted to the right and dodged underneath Oliver's eyesight, to come and score behind him.
"Cheap shot," he muttered, but grinned. I stuck out my tongue.
"You're just jealous at how amazing I am at Quidditch," I teased. He rolled his eyes but gently eased his broom to approach me.
"I'm not jealous, but I can appreciate how gifted my girlfriend is at this," he said, bringing his broom to a stop next to mine. I smiled at his flattery.
"Thank you," I murmured, drifting a tiny bit closer to him. He smiled at my slight movement and lowered his head to my height. Oliver's lips brushed mine and I suddenly realized I could kiss him all day. That made me smile slightly. We stayed like that until I tried to move closer and realized we were still in the air.
"Okay, we should probably be done for today," I said, trying to regain coherent thoughts. He nodded slowly, before flying down to the ground. I laughed and followed, not even trying to beat him, with his head start. We walked back to the common room to see who was there. It was almost empty, the exception being George. He was sitting in the middle of the room, looking at his watch. Oliver tried to call a "hello", but George waved a hand harshly, signaling us to stay quiet. We did so, taking a seat on the couch across from him. I wanted to see what this was about, and Oliver seemed to agree, because we sat silently for five minutes before Fred came racing into the room, gasping heavily but grinning.
"That was amazing," he panted.
"But it took you eleven minutes," George protested. "That means I won!"
"Wait, what did you guys do?" I asked, looking back and forth from each twin.
"We decided to see who could run down to the prefect's bathroom and throw in a firework faster. I did mine in nine minutes," George explained, grinning.
"Yeah, but-" Fred started.
"How did you even get into the prefect's bathroom?" I asked curiously. Instead of giving me a response, they just gave me an identical, mischievous look. I grimaced and leaned back on Oliver. "Remind me to never make them mad," I muttered to Oliver. He nodded gravely. The twins were now arguing over who was their bet. Oliver and I tuned them out.
"Today was nice. I like Quidditch," I said absently as I watched the fire dance in the fireplace. Oliver chuckled at my redundant phrase. After a little while of just sitting in Oliver's arms, I almost had fallen asleep as Angelina and Alicia walked downstairs.
"What are they arguing about?" Alicia asked, observing the twins as she sat next to me.
"Who won their little prank contest," Oliver informed them. The girls rolled their eyes at their respective others.
"Well, I'm hungry. Anyone want to go get some lunch with me?" Alicia asked, directing her question mainly to her still-fighting boyfriend. It worked; he instantly turned to her and nodded.
"If you walk away, it means I won!" Fred called as George walked away with Alicia. He simply made a rude hand gesture behind his back and continued walking.
Fred was happy that he "won". Angelina looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"I wouldn't call that winning, Fred," Oliver tried to help.
"What do you mean? He walked away, therefore I win!" Fred said, confused. I rolled my eyes this time, not believing how dense he could be.
"Yeah, you might have won a dumb prank, but George made his girlfriend happy. I'd call that really winning," I added, looking pointedly at Angelina. Fred looked at her and gulped.
"How about some food, Ange? We could go to the kitchen and get your favorite ice cream," he tried to bribe his way out of a fight. She rolled her eyes, but stood and let him lead her out of the room.
"What about you, are you hungry?" Oliver asked. I shook my head.
"I'm just tired," I said, trying to stifle a yawn that made my point. He nodded and leaned back further into the couch. "No, you can still go eat," I said when I saw that he wasn't going to move.
"It's okay. I'm not terribly hungry. I can always go grab something from the kitchen later," he said, shrugging. I smiled at his thoughtfulness. "Now, sleep. I'll protect you from the twins when they come back," Oliver said, grinning. I nodded before drifting off.
There it is! Hope you liked it. And if you did, please leave a review! I get a ton of favorites and alerts, but not as many reviews.
Allie