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"Oh, Merlin…" Mind-Katie pulls mind-me into her arms and kisses me, passionately, "You're a bloody fool, you know that, don't you?"
"I was defending you," I start to argue. She shakes her head and pulls me into another kiss.
"You're a Bloody Fool, Oliver Wood," She whispers again. "Close your eyes and relax." She presses her hands against my chest and I feel myself fall backwards.
I land heavily on Katie's bed, realising that she's brought me from the induced hypnosis and back to reality.
-x-
"Hello, sweetheart," Katie's brushing hair from my face, "You feeling alright?" she takes my hand as I nod, waves her wand over it, a fluorescent orange plaster cast appears around it, I feel the bones reset almost immediately, but she leaves the plaster around it. "That can come off in a couple of days,"
"Cool." I grin and go to lift myself from the bedcovers. I look out the window as Katie gently presses her hand on my chest to stem my movement; it is darker than it was when we started. Casting a worried eye around the room, I start as I note that Chris is missing.
"Stay there…" She whispers as I try to get up again. "It's Ok… I've spoken to Chris, she's gone off to the Burrow and… she's taking a look at him."
"Oh… uh…" I look at her, confused, "But… when did-I-but…"
"You've been asleep. It happens after a procedure like this. Some people don't wake up for days."
She smiles at me, leans over me and plants a kiss on my forehead.
"Get some sleep, dopey," she whispers in that stupidly gorgeous Irish accent of hers. I sigh and pat the bed next to me, she sits down on the duvet and we snuggle up together. "Chris will be back in an hour or so… I guess…" She yawns and tucks herself up against me.
-Katie-
He runs his hand through my hair and gently touches his lips to my cheek.
"She came in this morning," I whisper into his ear. "Scale rot. I should have known." He looks down at me, I have curled up in his lap, my head against his chest, he is playing with my hair, then he's kissing me, we're laughing together.
The doorbell, naturally, breaks into my happy moment.
"Katie!" Chris pushes the door open as I flick the lock to open it. I'm redoing my hair into it's plait as fast as I can, and Oliver's looking for his shirt. We both stop and stare as she levitates the body of an unconscious Charlie into our sitting room, his face is bloody, his arms scratched, bleeding, his face covered in boils, compared to Oliver, he looks… well, Oliver looks largely normal compared to him… and I suppose he is - there's now just minor swelling and a cut above his eye. I've used the muggle method on that one. I always do - guys tend to love the macho-I've-got-a-scar-look, it's quite an odd thing. But Oliver… well, he would look good with or without a scar.
"Chris… what… why didn't you take him to St. Mungo's?" I start, realising I never want to see his ugly face again, "I… we banned him from our place a couple of days ag-"
"He needs help." Christina says simply.
"But Chris-"
"Katie, you took the Healer's Oath. You've got to help him…"
"No, Chris… I can't." I look at Oliver, then back at Charlie, "you don't know the half of it." Another beat, Oliver takes another step towards me, puts an arm around my waist. "Where was the girl?"
"I… I didn't see her." Chris pauses and looks at me. "You reckon she's…"
"I don't know where she is. Fix him and ask him." I sigh and jab my thumb at Charlie, then look away and into the kitchen. "I'll make us some tea."
-Oliver-
Charlie's sitting, looking pleased with himself as Katie brings in the tea and coffee. I've bound him to the settee with a simple spell, taken his wand away in case he tries to start something new.
"Where's your girlfriend?" Katie asks, "Isabelle. Where's she?"
"I dunno. Fucked off somewhere." He mutters.
"Language, Weasley." I blurt without thinking. He stretches forward to reach me and I jump back.
"Fuck you and everything you stand for, Wood." A small pause, "Marry her and let me fucking live," I look at him, we manage to get ourselves into a silent stand off, watching and waiting for somebody to speak.
"Oliver… maybe we should… let him go and-" Katie offers carefully.
"I want to-" Chris says, "I want to take him into St. Mungo's. He needs mental help. He's unstable."
"Excuse me?" Charlie roars at her, she steps backwards, "Unstable?"
"We'll just give you a calming draught… and a…" there's a split second where Katie and I realise that Chris didn't step back far enough. He's whipped her wand from her pocket, used it to blow off the charm that I'd attached him to the sofa with.
"Charlie, leave her alone!" He has Chris in a headlock, holding her own wand to her temple…
"What the fuck are you doing, Weasley?" I stop. Stupid question. "Actually, no, what the fuck are you on?"
"What's it to you?" There's a moment where everybody is hanging off his every word, "You got everything you ever wanted, you got the job, the girl, the dream, and I got fucking scale rot."
Katie looks at me, then at Charlie, her face softens and she goes pink.
"Ch-Charlie?" She almost whispers, "You can't do this. This is… wrong."
"What is? Eh? Tell me what's so wrong about never getting over y-"
"Don't." Katie says, her voice so full of venom I'm surprised he doesn't drop dead there and then. "Don't even bloody finish that sentence. You ruined my life."
She steps back and straight into my chest. My hands find her shoulders, feel how tense she is. Suddenly distraught, Charlie drops his hands. Katie disarms and petrifies him without another thought.
"Get rid of him, Christina." I say softly, knowing another word would spell murder.
"I can't-"
"Get rid of him, Chris." Katie growls, "Or I'm going to kill him."
"I have to he-"
"Take him somewhere that isn't here." We say together, the situation diffusing.
"I can't have him here." Katie sighs. "Not now. Too much going on."
"We can't just… we have to-"
"Get rid Chris!" I yell, she looks terrified for a second, but knows the stress I'm under is huge.
She levitates him away and Katie relaxes visibly. Without another second thought, I wrap my arms around her and she breathes out heavily against my T-shirt.
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A/N: Hullo! That was a tense one! Sorry about the swearing!
Haha, there will be another update later tonight for Rob-Girl, who doesn't want the WWW products, but would like to see an average evening in For Katie and Oliver...
Haha, so, yeah, I can work it into the story... but their night may well be ruined...
Please R&R,
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Oh! I'm sorry I didn't update last night, anyone that got a review reply at about 10, 11 maybe, would wonder why – it's because we had our 6th form open evening last night, I was helping out English Lit and Lang (Wahey!)