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I'm sorry it's been ages since I have updated- but exams are now over and holidays are sooo on! oh and I turned 19. yay me!

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-CrazyNakedFeet


KATIE'S POV

Skin on skin. Lips on lips. Hands roaming. Bodies entangled.

I can't get the picture out of my head. Oliver Wood and Lila Parkinson, together on the locker room floor.

The rain drips through the cracks of the benches above my head, runs down my back and pools inside my jeans, adding to the already huge wet patch I have created beneath the stands of the pitch.

My head is telling me to get up, Bell, you are soaking wet in freezing cold air, get inside. My body isn't going to obey though. Some idiotic part of me just keeps me sitting here in the frigid night wind, replaying over and over in my mind what I saw an hour ago with my eyes.

I shouldn't care. It's not like we were together. Oliver has no obligations towards me. I mean, I pretty much threw myself at him a few hours ago, then he rejected me and ran off down here to someone he obviously finds more appealing. I shouldn't hate him. I don't hate him. I mean to be honest with myself, I was only fooling around with him because I liked the attention. And yeah, then I freaked out a little when I realised I was about to sleep with someone I don't really have feelings for, who was just a great kisser. Fuck. I did the same thing to Oliver as I did to Lee. I'm seeing a pattern. Obviously I am the fucktard here, not any of the boys I get with.

I think about this for a second. It's been pretty much the same with every guy I've gotten involved with. They were good looking and good to me, but for some reason I could just never like them as much as they liked me. But I liked the attention so much and lead them on so they stuck around until it reached a point when I had to commit on more than a physical level. If I even let them get that far.

But here I am, still sitting here, mentally screaming every swear word I know. And there are a lot. Thanks Gred and Forge. But screw it, enough sitting here and feeling sorry for myself.

Oliver Wood can go to fucking hell and take his whore with him. I refuse to care. I set my jaw. Fuck him. He's just another man, just like Lee. Another fucking man with no fucking brain, just a dick for a moral compass. I will conveniently ignore the fact that I don't exactly have a steady compass either. I get up, not bothering to wring my hair or clothes out; I'm only going to have to walk through the rain to get back up to the castle.

I begin to stride across the pitch to fetch my broom, even if Wood and Parkinson are still there going at it, I'm not leaving my broom behind. The rain pelts me; thunder loud in my ears as lightening illuminates the pitch intermittently. I find the door to the locker rooms open and my broom where I left it. Picking it up, I turn to leave. I feel a hand on my shoulder.

'Katie' Oliver is behind me, just as soaked as I am.

'Hi Oliver' I'm not directly hostile, but neither am I welcoming. I honestly just want to get my broom and go get warm.

'About before, I-'

I cut him off. 'Seriously, it's fine. Whatever you want to do with your private time is up to you. I just came for my broom'

"Kates, come on, don't do this. Let me explain' He pleads.

Now he's done it. He had to go ahead and use my nickname. Which is reserved for my closest friends and family only. It's an exclusive right to call me by anything other than Bell or Katie and Wood just doesn't sit in that circle. Not now anyway . Fuck it. I'll get fired up if I want to.

I wrench his hand off my shoulder and raise my voice angrily. 'You do not get to call me that, Wood. From now on I'm Bell, you're Wood and that's the end. See you at training.' I feel like raining hell on him, but I just can't be bothered summoning the energy. Instead, I stomp over to my broom, pick it up and march past Wood, not even bothering to look at him.

The next morning, after training (a ridiculous waste of time, most of the team was half asleep, Harry caught the snitch only twice and Wood spent the entire time trying to corner me so he could explain himself) I make a decision. I'm not going to let the boys pick me from now on. I'm going to go after them, and there is no way I'm picking yet another cute, nice, boring boy who basically wants a second mother he can screw without it being illegal. I figure if I'm the one doing the choosing, then I have more chance of actually liking them, instead of just liking kissing them. Although I'm definitely not ruling out snogging.

I finish brushing my teeth in the bathroom, smooth my uniform then head back into the dorm to grab my bag. Unfortunately some unruly force of nature (otherwise known as Angelina and Alicia) yank me off my feet and onto one of the beds.

'Ooooh someone had a rather late night last night!' Angelina squeals. They are both giggling like crazy and bouncing up and down.

'Come on, out with it!' Alicia slaps my arm softly.

'Guys, I wasn't with anyone really'

'SHE LIES!' Angelina shouts. 'To her best friends, the dirty bitch lies! The tragic consequences of young love!'

'Aaah… There is just not enough love to go around!' Alicia laments. 'She used to love us, but now we have been replaced!'

'Sure' I reply. 'As opposed to lying to yourself… about a certain Mr Weasley in particular… sound familiar, Ange?

She pouts at this. 'I told you, I don't like him like that, I just think he's goodlooking.'

'Which is exactly why you guys are going to Hogsmeade together' I retort

'We aren't going anymore, remember?' Alicia interjects. 'We are still being punished for our food fight. We all have detentions tonight.'

Damn. I forgot about that. Great. Two weeks with Wood, Hagrid and whatever foul blood-sucking beast is his new best friend.

'Aww, man! McGongall will make us polish all the cutlery or something. The muggle way' Angelina whinges. 'But all personal gripes aside, Kates still hasn't told us about her midnight date last night'

'Well… you can't tell ANYONE' I resign myself to the fact I will eventually have to tell them and just decide to get it over with.

'We'll try our very best' Alicia says.

I glare at her.

'Sorry. You know we won't' She adds hastily.

'Well, basically, after I found out Lee was cheating on me, I guess I went all rebound like, so when Wood made a pass at me-'

'OLIVER WOOD?' The girls shriek.

'Yes, our Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood. Anyway, we-'

'OH MY GOD!' Angelina has her hands to her heart. 'That man is fiiiiiiiine! AND the most eligible bachelor in Hogwarts! I can't BELIEVE you have been keeping this from us!'

'Only for a day' I remind her. 'Besides, he's not THAT hot. What's he got going for him apart from the sexy Scottish accent? Which I remind you ladies, he only has by default'

'How about the chiseled abs, hard pecs, toned biceps, gorgeous chocolate eyes, and pretty much a million other things' Alicia looks at me incredulously. 'Not that hot?!'

'Well ANYWAY' I'm trying to get back on track here, but both my idiotic best friends appear to be drooling. 'He made a pass at me, I went with it, he changed his mind and long story short I found him doing the horizontal mambo with Lila Parkinson.'

'THAT BITCH!'

'THAT BASTARD!'

'WE'LL KILL THEM!'

The girls are livid, I can tell.

'Seriously, Kates, how do you want them punished?' Angelina lays a supportive hand on my arm. 'We do have some influence on the Weasley twins, we can make their lives a living hell.'

'Guys, seriously, it's not that a big a deal. I just want to forget about it'

'Are you CEREAL?' Alicia can't believe it. 'First he rejects you, then goes off with the same girl Lee cheated on you with? Honey, you are in dire need of some revenge or something. Plus I wouldn't mind getting my hands on that bitch myself.'

'THAT BITCH!'

'THAT BASTARD!'

'HOW DARE HE!'

'I'LL RIP HER FUCKING FACE OFF!'

They jump right on back into their cursing of Wood and Parkinson, and don't stop until we are halfway to breakfast, by this point, I've had enough.

I turn to face them, forcing them to stop walking. 'Can we PLEASE not talk about this any longer?'

Their faces fall.

'But Kates! The man is an arsehole!' Alicia looks disappointed she no longer has an excuse to swear.

'Well not really, I mean, we aren't going out or anything. It's just something stupid that happened. And remember, you promised not to tell anyone. AND you can't be anything other than polite to Wood. And you can just treat Parkinson like the lameass she is. By ignoring her, OK?'

My friends look disappointed, but concede.

'Fine, we agree. ' Angelina says. 'But we WILL take out our rage on Wood at training. With Quaffles. He can't do anything about it then!'

'Although we would much rather shove his beloved playbook up his deceitful, if gorgeous, but mainly deceitful arse! Actually, maybe his Tranfiguration book. That one is heavy and thick as.' Alicia adds.

It is as she says this, I remember something. 'Oh shit! I left my potions book upstairs! I better go back at get it. You know what Snape's like.'

'We'll see you down there' Alicia and Angelina head off, while I have to back track to go get my bloody book. I'm so annoyed as I stomp on back the way I came that I keep my head down and don't see someone come around the corner until I have already slammed into them.

Actually, I don't see them until I am lying very awkwardly on someone's chest, my face less than an inch away from theirs. Mm, blue eyes.

'Do you mind?' The guy I am lying on says.

'Sorry.' It's a bit embarrassing as I scrabble to get off him and pick up my books as well as his, shoving mine roughly into my bag and holding his out to his.

'Whatever, Bell'

'You know my name?'

'Yeah, Katie Bell, famous Gryffindor chaser. Everyone knows who the Quidditch players are. Duh'

Damn. I had to pick the one time I am standing in front of a hot guy to look like a retard. He looks pretty familiar. But I'm sure I'd remember if I'd seen him before. And yes, I said hot. Well, only if you go for dark brown hair, deep blue eyes and rugged stubble. Not to mention that I can see even through his robes that he's built well. A bit skinny maybe, but built. Wait. Robes. Slytherin robes. No wonder he's kind of rude.

'Right. Sorry again…'

'Flint. Danny Flint'

So he's a Flint. This should make me want to get the fuck out of here, considering what Marcus Flint pulled on me, but my hormones are making me stay put.

'Would that be any relation to Marcus Flint?'

'Twin actually. Obviously fraternal'

Obviously.

'Look Bell, can I have my books back?'

'Oh… sure' I hold them out and he grabs them out of my hands, stuffing them in his bag.

'Next time, watch where you're going. I can't guarantee I'll break your fall again' He winks and causally walks off, hands in his pockets.

I lean against the wall. I burn, I pine, I perish! He's so hot. And unfortunately Marcus Flint's twin brother. But hey, you can't choose your family. But also, more unfortunately, he's a Slytherin, which for a Gryffindor especially is completely in the no-go zone. Not even friendship is acceptable. Seriously, all great clashes in the British wizarding world (after the foundation of Hogwarts that is) have been between Gryffindors and Slytherins. Godric and Salazaar all the way through to Harry and you-Know-Who.

But anyway, I console myself as I hurry to the dorm so I can get my book and have breakfast in time to make it to Potions, I can still look. And drool. And fantasise. Which I might just do during my detention tonight in order to get my mind off gutting deer to feed to Hagrid's pet or whatever he has us doing. Uggh detention. That just brings my mind back to the fact that I will be forced to spend a few hours in the company of Wood.

Joy.


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