*Sorry for the long wait!!! I just finished my horrible exams…hope you like
this chapter!!!*
Oliver averted his gaze quickly from Roger to Katie. He saw her falling from the broom, eyes tightly closed. Heart racing, he flew towards her as fast as his broomstick could take him, desperately wishing it was a firebolt. Roger had let the quaffle go and was also speeding towards her, a few feet ahead of Oliver. Oliver didn't care, as long as she doesn't hit the ground, as long as someone caught her, as long as she doesn't…die. She was only a meter away from the ground when Roger finally caught her, almost thrown off his own broomstick with the impact. Oliver landed beside him and looked at Katie anxiously. The back of her head was bleeding and she was unconscious. Professor Dumbledore was already bending over her limp body in Roger's arms. Oliver's eyes locked with his rival's and he nodded his gratitude. Roger's eyes flashed with anger but he just handed Katie over to him without saying a word. Then, he stalked off without a backward glance. Professor Dumbledore told Oliver to bring Katie to the hospital wing and Oliver complied.
Oliver walked to the hospital wing with Katie in his arms. He was almost insane with worry. He looked at Katie. Her normally rosy cheeks were pale and her full lips were white. Oliver held her tightly, praying that he wouldn't lose her. Madam Pomfrey gave a horrified gasp when she saw Katie. She instructed Oliver to put Katie down on a bed and immediately set to work. She skillfully performed a few spells and Katie's stained robes were clean and her head was bandaged. After what seemed like eternity to Oliver, Madam Pomfrey finally stepped back from Katie's bed and sighed in relief. "She'll be fine in a few days' time. Close call this time," she continued grimly, " Those Slytherins ought to be taught a lesson. She needs rest so I suggest you all leave her for now."
"But…" interrupted Oliver. Madam Pomfrey looked at him, her stern eyes softening, "Except you of course, you can stay a while."
He smiled gratefully and hurried to the side of Katie's bed as Professor Dumbledore left with a furious McGonagall.
Weeks passed and Katie remained unconscious. Roger secretly visited her regularly, reluctantly leaving when some friends of hers could be heard approaching or visiting hours were over. He only dared to go when he was sure that Oliver was occupied with other things. That day, he had slipped out of the Great Hall right after he saw Oliver entering with his friends, a blank look on his face. He made sure Oliver had piled his plate up with food before muttering an excuse to his own friends and leaving the table. "Oliver would be here soon," he thought, as he placed his gift to Katie on top the ever-mounting pile of get well cards, candy and presents from well- wishers. Half the pile consisted of gifts from Oliver and Roger themselves, though the aforementioned captain had no idea whatsoever about his rival's visits and presents. 'Let her know you care' His sister had advised him when he went to her for help. And she should know…she's a girl. Roger sat beside Katie's bed and fondled her hand. He didn't mind spending half his lunchtime with her even though she wasn't awake and couldn't talk to him. Just being with her was enough. After all, it was the only time he could be near her, without having to endure the glares from Oliver; the only time he could hold her hands without being chased away or scolded by her. Roger brushed her hair from her face. She stirred, causing Roger to step back in a hurry. He advanced again uncertainly, Is she awake? He asked himself silently, half wishing she would remain unconscious. Katie groaned. Roger flung a reluctant glance at the door and hurried towards it. He looked back at Katie for the last time, his features soft and loving, then stepped out of the room, leaving a finally conscious Katie lying confused in her bed.
*Sorry if I made Roger sound pathetic and if this chapter isn't interesting. More Oliver and Katie in the next chapter, I promise.
Oh and Jewelie, if you're reading this…I love your story…the one where Fred and Angelina, George and Alicia got married!!! (I love your other story too!!! I hope I reviewed it…never mind, I'll go check now)…Now I don't have to write a third chapter for The Moonlit Beach. Thanks to everyone who reviewed that story (If you are reading this)!!!*
P.S: Does anyone know of a story called "Ice Angel"? I don't know if that is still the title…but the author was Amarante…I can't find the story anyway and I think she changed her pen name… It is an Oliver Wood story…Please tell me if you know where to find it…I really like this story…
Oliver averted his gaze quickly from Roger to Katie. He saw her falling from the broom, eyes tightly closed. Heart racing, he flew towards her as fast as his broomstick could take him, desperately wishing it was a firebolt. Roger had let the quaffle go and was also speeding towards her, a few feet ahead of Oliver. Oliver didn't care, as long as she doesn't hit the ground, as long as someone caught her, as long as she doesn't…die. She was only a meter away from the ground when Roger finally caught her, almost thrown off his own broomstick with the impact. Oliver landed beside him and looked at Katie anxiously. The back of her head was bleeding and she was unconscious. Professor Dumbledore was already bending over her limp body in Roger's arms. Oliver's eyes locked with his rival's and he nodded his gratitude. Roger's eyes flashed with anger but he just handed Katie over to him without saying a word. Then, he stalked off without a backward glance. Professor Dumbledore told Oliver to bring Katie to the hospital wing and Oliver complied.
Oliver walked to the hospital wing with Katie in his arms. He was almost insane with worry. He looked at Katie. Her normally rosy cheeks were pale and her full lips were white. Oliver held her tightly, praying that he wouldn't lose her. Madam Pomfrey gave a horrified gasp when she saw Katie. She instructed Oliver to put Katie down on a bed and immediately set to work. She skillfully performed a few spells and Katie's stained robes were clean and her head was bandaged. After what seemed like eternity to Oliver, Madam Pomfrey finally stepped back from Katie's bed and sighed in relief. "She'll be fine in a few days' time. Close call this time," she continued grimly, " Those Slytherins ought to be taught a lesson. She needs rest so I suggest you all leave her for now."
"But…" interrupted Oliver. Madam Pomfrey looked at him, her stern eyes softening, "Except you of course, you can stay a while."
He smiled gratefully and hurried to the side of Katie's bed as Professor Dumbledore left with a furious McGonagall.
Weeks passed and Katie remained unconscious. Roger secretly visited her regularly, reluctantly leaving when some friends of hers could be heard approaching or visiting hours were over. He only dared to go when he was sure that Oliver was occupied with other things. That day, he had slipped out of the Great Hall right after he saw Oliver entering with his friends, a blank look on his face. He made sure Oliver had piled his plate up with food before muttering an excuse to his own friends and leaving the table. "Oliver would be here soon," he thought, as he placed his gift to Katie on top the ever-mounting pile of get well cards, candy and presents from well- wishers. Half the pile consisted of gifts from Oliver and Roger themselves, though the aforementioned captain had no idea whatsoever about his rival's visits and presents. 'Let her know you care' His sister had advised him when he went to her for help. And she should know…she's a girl. Roger sat beside Katie's bed and fondled her hand. He didn't mind spending half his lunchtime with her even though she wasn't awake and couldn't talk to him. Just being with her was enough. After all, it was the only time he could be near her, without having to endure the glares from Oliver; the only time he could hold her hands without being chased away or scolded by her. Roger brushed her hair from her face. She stirred, causing Roger to step back in a hurry. He advanced again uncertainly, Is she awake? He asked himself silently, half wishing she would remain unconscious. Katie groaned. Roger flung a reluctant glance at the door and hurried towards it. He looked back at Katie for the last time, his features soft and loving, then stepped out of the room, leaving a finally conscious Katie lying confused in her bed.
*Sorry if I made Roger sound pathetic and if this chapter isn't interesting. More Oliver and Katie in the next chapter, I promise.
Oh and Jewelie, if you're reading this…I love your story…the one where Fred and Angelina, George and Alicia got married!!! (I love your other story too!!! I hope I reviewed it…never mind, I'll go check now)…Now I don't have to write a third chapter for The Moonlit Beach. Thanks to everyone who reviewed that story (If you are reading this)!!!*
P.S: Does anyone know of a story called "Ice Angel"? I don't know if that is still the title…but the author was Amarante…I can't find the story anyway and I think she changed her pen name… It is an Oliver Wood story…Please tell me if you know where to find it…I really like this story…