Katie raced to the common room, robes flying behind her.
She screeched to a halt in front of her house's portrait and whispered the password breathlessly. The door opened and Katie stepped into the warm common room. All fear and panic deserted her and was replaced by jealousy and anger once more when she saw Oliver and Kimberly sitting in front of the dancing fire, cuddling. She gritted her teeth and spoke, her voice unusually loud in the quiet room, "Oliver, we need to talk."
Oliver started and pushed Kimberly away from him. He faced her, uncertainty shadowing his face. Kimberly's blue eyes darted between the both of them before she excused herself and exited the common room with as much dignity as she could muster.
Katie waited until the door closed behind her rigid back then she liberated all her pent up anger and confused emotions. "What were you doing?!" she half shouted, her rationality disappearing with her angry words. What was supposed to be a polite discussion started out all wrong and she didn't give a damn about it anymore.
"Katie, let me explain," Oliver pleaded softly.
She folded her arms and glared at him, "Go on then."
Oliver couldn't get a word out, there was no explanation for what he did.
Katie smiled sarcastically, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "So you finally got sick of me, Oliver? And decided to leave me for some blonde- haired and blue-eyed bitch?" she snapped challengingly, not yelling.
Oliver's eyes flashed with something that Katie had never seen directed towards her before —anger. "Don't call her a bitch," he said through clenched teeth, stressing every syllable.
"Oh, so now she's precious? No one has the right to insult her?" her voice raising gradually, "Have you any idea how sick I am of my boyfriends kissing bitches behind my back?"
Oliver ignored the bit about him cheating on her and advanced towards her menacingly, "I said-don't call her a bitch!"
Katie was shaking with anger, "Fine, so I guess we're over then…have fun with her Wood, I heard she was good in bed!"
Katie saw his arm fling out and before she knew it, she felt her right cheek stinging.
She stared at him, shocked beyond words. 'He slapped me,' she couldn't believe it…Oliver…slapped her? Tears welled up in her eyes as that fact registered itself in her mind. Oliver's hand was still frozen in mid-air and his look of shock could rival hers perfectly. He opened his mouth to say something but Katie just turned around and ran out of the common room. Oliver made a grab for her and caught her arm, "Katie-"
Her hair whipped around her face as she turned violently to face him, "Let me go," she hissed, "I don't want to have anything to do with you right now!" With that, she yanked her arm roughly out of his grasp and disappeared out of his sight. Oliver looked at the door helplessly. What did I just do? He flopped onto the couch and buried his face in his arms. Her words had been like daggers to his heart but Oliver still couldn't believe he just did that. That was unforgivable…that was so…unlike him.
George and Alicia hesitated outside the common room when they heard yells and shouts coming from within. They sounded suspiciously like Katie and Oliver. Suddenly, Katie flew past them in a rush, almost knocking a startled George over.
"Well, that wasn't just any little lover's spat," he remarked.
Alicia shook her head, wide-eyed as she stared anxiously at the corner where Katie had disappeared. "I have to go see if she's alright," she told him before taking off after Katie.
"Good luck in finding her!" George yelled after her.
He entered the common room and wasn't surprised to see Oliver sitting dejectedly with his face in his arms.
"What happened?" George asked.
Oliver lifted his head, looking miserable.
"I slapped her."
George's mouth fell open, "What?!" Okay, THIS he was not expecting.
Oliver sighed and let his head drop back down.
"Fred or George?"
"George."
"Where's Alicia?"
"She went after Katie."
Oliver nodded and stood up, "I think I'll go to bed now."
George watched as he trudged up the stairs before dropping onto the same couch and imitating Oliver's former position. I wonder where Fred is…what a weird day…, he mused silently.
A/N: Ummm…sorry guys? Oliver isn't a male Mary-sue, that's why I agreed with my crazy brain to make him do that. Really, really sorry.
She screeched to a halt in front of her house's portrait and whispered the password breathlessly. The door opened and Katie stepped into the warm common room. All fear and panic deserted her and was replaced by jealousy and anger once more when she saw Oliver and Kimberly sitting in front of the dancing fire, cuddling. She gritted her teeth and spoke, her voice unusually loud in the quiet room, "Oliver, we need to talk."
Oliver started and pushed Kimberly away from him. He faced her, uncertainty shadowing his face. Kimberly's blue eyes darted between the both of them before she excused herself and exited the common room with as much dignity as she could muster.
Katie waited until the door closed behind her rigid back then she liberated all her pent up anger and confused emotions. "What were you doing?!" she half shouted, her rationality disappearing with her angry words. What was supposed to be a polite discussion started out all wrong and she didn't give a damn about it anymore.
"Katie, let me explain," Oliver pleaded softly.
She folded her arms and glared at him, "Go on then."
Oliver couldn't get a word out, there was no explanation for what he did.
Katie smiled sarcastically, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "So you finally got sick of me, Oliver? And decided to leave me for some blonde- haired and blue-eyed bitch?" she snapped challengingly, not yelling.
Oliver's eyes flashed with something that Katie had never seen directed towards her before —anger. "Don't call her a bitch," he said through clenched teeth, stressing every syllable.
"Oh, so now she's precious? No one has the right to insult her?" her voice raising gradually, "Have you any idea how sick I am of my boyfriends kissing bitches behind my back?"
Oliver ignored the bit about him cheating on her and advanced towards her menacingly, "I said-don't call her a bitch!"
Katie was shaking with anger, "Fine, so I guess we're over then…have fun with her Wood, I heard she was good in bed!"
Katie saw his arm fling out and before she knew it, she felt her right cheek stinging.
She stared at him, shocked beyond words. 'He slapped me,' she couldn't believe it…Oliver…slapped her? Tears welled up in her eyes as that fact registered itself in her mind. Oliver's hand was still frozen in mid-air and his look of shock could rival hers perfectly. He opened his mouth to say something but Katie just turned around and ran out of the common room. Oliver made a grab for her and caught her arm, "Katie-"
Her hair whipped around her face as she turned violently to face him, "Let me go," she hissed, "I don't want to have anything to do with you right now!" With that, she yanked her arm roughly out of his grasp and disappeared out of his sight. Oliver looked at the door helplessly. What did I just do? He flopped onto the couch and buried his face in his arms. Her words had been like daggers to his heart but Oliver still couldn't believe he just did that. That was unforgivable…that was so…unlike him.
George and Alicia hesitated outside the common room when they heard yells and shouts coming from within. They sounded suspiciously like Katie and Oliver. Suddenly, Katie flew past them in a rush, almost knocking a startled George over.
"Well, that wasn't just any little lover's spat," he remarked.
Alicia shook her head, wide-eyed as she stared anxiously at the corner where Katie had disappeared. "I have to go see if she's alright," she told him before taking off after Katie.
"Good luck in finding her!" George yelled after her.
He entered the common room and wasn't surprised to see Oliver sitting dejectedly with his face in his arms.
"What happened?" George asked.
Oliver lifted his head, looking miserable.
"I slapped her."
George's mouth fell open, "What?!" Okay, THIS he was not expecting.
Oliver sighed and let his head drop back down.
"Fred or George?"
"George."
"Where's Alicia?"
"She went after Katie."
Oliver nodded and stood up, "I think I'll go to bed now."
George watched as he trudged up the stairs before dropping onto the same couch and imitating Oliver's former position. I wonder where Fred is…what a weird day…, he mused silently.
A/N: Ummm…sorry guys? Oliver isn't a male Mary-sue, that's why I agreed with my crazy brain to make him do that. Really, really sorry.