Oliver won....so here is the ending I promised, I suppose you guys already
know who they ends up with, huh? That takes the fun out of the whole thing
but still....here goes nothing!!!
BTW, to all of you who voted for Roger, don't be angry with me! There'll be
a 'treat', which I hope will be one to you guys, coming soon!
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Oliver approached the laughing couple hesitantly, his hands buried deep in his pocket to shield them from the chilly autumn air. His shoes made a crunching noise as they trod upon the dried leaves that littered the green pitch, giving away his presence.
The puppy stopped gamboling about and looked at him curiously, its head cocked to one side. Its rigid body caught Katie's eye and she looked at the puppy's stance for a moment before following its unwavering gaze.
She blushed when she saw him, whether it was caused out of surprise or guilt, he couldn't tell.
"Oliver! How long have you been standing there?"
"Not long." He replied uneasily, not daring to look the both of them in the eye. He was still smarting from their kiss.
The three of them stood there awkwardly in silence, until Katie uncertainly asked him, "So, what are you doing here?"
He cleared his throat, desperately wishing that the thick silence that hovered around them would disappear. "Right...." 'Now or never, Wood, 'he told himself. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you Katie."
Roger caught on quickly, "I think I'll leave now. Got to get the puppy back to Hagrid." With that, he picked the puppy up and shot Oliver an encouraging smile accompanied with a bold wink, before heading back to isolated shack.
Rather shocked at his rival's friendliness, he gaped at his swishing robes that grew more and more distant before Katie snapped his attention back to her.
"Oh, umm....You know the thing we talked about-the other day? The one about making choices?"
Katie just stared at him blankly, "Huh?"
Oliver sighed, this wasn't going to be easy. "The discussion we had in the unused classroom, remember? Where we decided to break the whole thing off to think? Well, I have made my choice."
'It's just a matter of whether you agree or not,' he thought to himself.
"Oh," she said happily, finally understanding. It took a while before her fear overtook her gleefulness at comprehending what Oliver just said. When it did, however, she looked up at him with puppy brown eyes, "Choice?"
Oliver smiled weakly.
"Y-you made it?" The importance of this situation finally set in fully. Katie realized-almost panicking-that Oliver might not want her after all. Especially when he made his preference so clear this morning....Doubts crept into her mind rapidly, until Katie was led to believe that his planned future did not involve her at all.
Amazingly, she did not suffer from hysterical epilepsy, or even a mental break down. Much, much more amazingly, she managed to face him with a composed exterior that belied her inner tumultuous feelings.
She braced herself, as she bravely got straight to the point. 'Might as well get this over with and then indulge in buckets of ice cream,' she thought miserably.
"So Oliver, Kimberly or me?"
Slightly fazed by her abruptness, Oliver stammered, "Well-I, you see, umm....Wait a minute, why should I tell first? Ladies first, is that right?"
He was almost sick with anxiety and couldn't bear the shame he might face if he made a total fool of himself. Imagine, sex God Oliver Wood gets turned down by the girl he wanted. HA! It would be much better if she went first.
Katie rolled her eyes, "Nuh-uh, you go first."
Oliver frowned, "No, you!"
"I insist, Mr. Wood, you!"
They continued in that vein for some time before Oliver gave up and put a stop to their childish disagreeing. "This is stupid!"
Katie nodded, her bouncy hair bobbing as she did, "I agree fully! But-" here, she smiled cheekily, "You go first."
He laughed, somewhat disbelievingly, "You don't give up easily do you?"
She shook her head at his rhetorical question, eyes sparkling mischievously.
He sat down on the dewy ground and pulled her down beside him before beginning.
"I don't dare say, in case your choice is different, and I'll make a total fool out of myself-"
Katie flung her arms around him so quickly that Oliver was knocked to the ground.
"Katie, wha-" Oliver started to say, but was interrupted once more by Katie planting light kisses on his mouth.
Her face was lit up by a brilliant smile and she whispered, "Thank you."
Oliver raised an eyebrow in puzzlement, although he didn't mind the situation at all. However, he was getting a backache by lying halfway on the ground and shifted under her to acquire a more comfortable position. He ended up sitting awkwardly with a happy Katie still positioned on him.
"Katie? I can't breathe."
She moved a little but didn't get off him. A mischievous smile formed on her face, "So...your choice would be?"
Oliver frowned, bemused, "I have a feeling you already know."
She rolled away and sat next to him. "I think I do too."
Oliver finally sat up properly and faced her, "How?"
Her eyes twinkled as she replied wittily, "Feminine instincts."
He sighed in relief, "So I don't have to spell it out then?"
She looked at him, suddenly serious, "What if I'm wrong?"
"Alright then, who do you think it is?"
"Kimberly?"
Oliver could tell she knew that wasn't right, "No."
She grinned, seeming like her old happy-go-lucky self again, "Well, it isn't Roger either."
"It isn't?" Oliver exclaimed, pretending to look shocked.
She laughed and punched him good-naturedly on his shoulder, "I think you know that already!" she echoed his previous statement.
"I did?" he continued his travesty shamelessly. Katie ruffled his hair, "Stop it!"
He laughed and caught her arm reflexively. With one fluid movement, he placed her on his lap and said accusingly, "I saw you kissing."
She stiffened before turning around so that their faces were barely inches away.
"Oh? So you wanna start fighting about that again?" she asked softly.
"No, but I did not like it."
She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the nose, "It's a good thing you didn't-"
Oliver titled his face up and caught her lips, deepening the kiss rapidly and relishing their closeness and the bliss of feeling her against him once more, soft and warm and altogether familiar, comforting and homely.
Katie broke away, "-because I don't think I'll be doing that ever again."
Oliver smiled and pushed a wisp of stubborn hair away from her face.
"We haven't done that in a long time," he said, referring to the kiss.
"Way too long," agreed Katie.
The day was coming close to an end and Katie realized she had spent almost the whole day on the pitch. The sun was saying its farewell for the day and the orange and pinkish glow that spilled generously from the fiery orb enveloped them.
Katie sighed, being a girl -even a quidditch playing one-she admired the setting sun and the scenery, feeling as though everything was perfect and that a 'happily ever after' was bound to follow.
Oliver, although he was much more realistic, did not dampen her silent ecstasy, but it might have been because he didn't know what she was thinking.
Katie laced her fingers with his while his other free hand gently smoothed out the tangles in her long hair. She leaned into his touch, feeling happy and loved at the same time.
'This is where I'm meant to be,' she thought, as Oliver wrapped his arms around her, 'This is where I belong.'
So the teenage girl and her captain stayed there until the sun fully disappeared, each lost in their own fantasies, no matter how childish, are still pleasant to think about.
THE END.
A/N: I hate to say this, but I hate this chapter. I don't like the way I wrote it. Urghh.someone shoot me. If it really isn't tolerable, tell me, okay? I'll write it all over again. Yuck, 5 pages of crap. No thank you's this time...in a hurry to get this chapter up! I waited too long, didn't I? Hope you guys don't mind!
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Oliver approached the laughing couple hesitantly, his hands buried deep in his pocket to shield them from the chilly autumn air. His shoes made a crunching noise as they trod upon the dried leaves that littered the green pitch, giving away his presence.
The puppy stopped gamboling about and looked at him curiously, its head cocked to one side. Its rigid body caught Katie's eye and she looked at the puppy's stance for a moment before following its unwavering gaze.
She blushed when she saw him, whether it was caused out of surprise or guilt, he couldn't tell.
"Oliver! How long have you been standing there?"
"Not long." He replied uneasily, not daring to look the both of them in the eye. He was still smarting from their kiss.
The three of them stood there awkwardly in silence, until Katie uncertainly asked him, "So, what are you doing here?"
He cleared his throat, desperately wishing that the thick silence that hovered around them would disappear. "Right...." 'Now or never, Wood, 'he told himself. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you Katie."
Roger caught on quickly, "I think I'll leave now. Got to get the puppy back to Hagrid." With that, he picked the puppy up and shot Oliver an encouraging smile accompanied with a bold wink, before heading back to isolated shack.
Rather shocked at his rival's friendliness, he gaped at his swishing robes that grew more and more distant before Katie snapped his attention back to her.
"Oh, umm....You know the thing we talked about-the other day? The one about making choices?"
Katie just stared at him blankly, "Huh?"
Oliver sighed, this wasn't going to be easy. "The discussion we had in the unused classroom, remember? Where we decided to break the whole thing off to think? Well, I have made my choice."
'It's just a matter of whether you agree or not,' he thought to himself.
"Oh," she said happily, finally understanding. It took a while before her fear overtook her gleefulness at comprehending what Oliver just said. When it did, however, she looked up at him with puppy brown eyes, "Choice?"
Oliver smiled weakly.
"Y-you made it?" The importance of this situation finally set in fully. Katie realized-almost panicking-that Oliver might not want her after all. Especially when he made his preference so clear this morning....Doubts crept into her mind rapidly, until Katie was led to believe that his planned future did not involve her at all.
Amazingly, she did not suffer from hysterical epilepsy, or even a mental break down. Much, much more amazingly, she managed to face him with a composed exterior that belied her inner tumultuous feelings.
She braced herself, as she bravely got straight to the point. 'Might as well get this over with and then indulge in buckets of ice cream,' she thought miserably.
"So Oliver, Kimberly or me?"
Slightly fazed by her abruptness, Oliver stammered, "Well-I, you see, umm....Wait a minute, why should I tell first? Ladies first, is that right?"
He was almost sick with anxiety and couldn't bear the shame he might face if he made a total fool of himself. Imagine, sex God Oliver Wood gets turned down by the girl he wanted. HA! It would be much better if she went first.
Katie rolled her eyes, "Nuh-uh, you go first."
Oliver frowned, "No, you!"
"I insist, Mr. Wood, you!"
They continued in that vein for some time before Oliver gave up and put a stop to their childish disagreeing. "This is stupid!"
Katie nodded, her bouncy hair bobbing as she did, "I agree fully! But-" here, she smiled cheekily, "You go first."
He laughed, somewhat disbelievingly, "You don't give up easily do you?"
She shook her head at his rhetorical question, eyes sparkling mischievously.
He sat down on the dewy ground and pulled her down beside him before beginning.
"I don't dare say, in case your choice is different, and I'll make a total fool out of myself-"
Katie flung her arms around him so quickly that Oliver was knocked to the ground.
"Katie, wha-" Oliver started to say, but was interrupted once more by Katie planting light kisses on his mouth.
Her face was lit up by a brilliant smile and she whispered, "Thank you."
Oliver raised an eyebrow in puzzlement, although he didn't mind the situation at all. However, he was getting a backache by lying halfway on the ground and shifted under her to acquire a more comfortable position. He ended up sitting awkwardly with a happy Katie still positioned on him.
"Katie? I can't breathe."
She moved a little but didn't get off him. A mischievous smile formed on her face, "So...your choice would be?"
Oliver frowned, bemused, "I have a feeling you already know."
She rolled away and sat next to him. "I think I do too."
Oliver finally sat up properly and faced her, "How?"
Her eyes twinkled as she replied wittily, "Feminine instincts."
He sighed in relief, "So I don't have to spell it out then?"
She looked at him, suddenly serious, "What if I'm wrong?"
"Alright then, who do you think it is?"
"Kimberly?"
Oliver could tell she knew that wasn't right, "No."
She grinned, seeming like her old happy-go-lucky self again, "Well, it isn't Roger either."
"It isn't?" Oliver exclaimed, pretending to look shocked.
She laughed and punched him good-naturedly on his shoulder, "I think you know that already!" she echoed his previous statement.
"I did?" he continued his travesty shamelessly. Katie ruffled his hair, "Stop it!"
He laughed and caught her arm reflexively. With one fluid movement, he placed her on his lap and said accusingly, "I saw you kissing."
She stiffened before turning around so that their faces were barely inches away.
"Oh? So you wanna start fighting about that again?" she asked softly.
"No, but I did not like it."
She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the nose, "It's a good thing you didn't-"
Oliver titled his face up and caught her lips, deepening the kiss rapidly and relishing their closeness and the bliss of feeling her against him once more, soft and warm and altogether familiar, comforting and homely.
Katie broke away, "-because I don't think I'll be doing that ever again."
Oliver smiled and pushed a wisp of stubborn hair away from her face.
"We haven't done that in a long time," he said, referring to the kiss.
"Way too long," agreed Katie.
The day was coming close to an end and Katie realized she had spent almost the whole day on the pitch. The sun was saying its farewell for the day and the orange and pinkish glow that spilled generously from the fiery orb enveloped them.
Katie sighed, being a girl -even a quidditch playing one-she admired the setting sun and the scenery, feeling as though everything was perfect and that a 'happily ever after' was bound to follow.
Oliver, although he was much more realistic, did not dampen her silent ecstasy, but it might have been because he didn't know what she was thinking.
Katie laced her fingers with his while his other free hand gently smoothed out the tangles in her long hair. She leaned into his touch, feeling happy and loved at the same time.
'This is where I'm meant to be,' she thought, as Oliver wrapped his arms around her, 'This is where I belong.'
So the teenage girl and her captain stayed there until the sun fully disappeared, each lost in their own fantasies, no matter how childish, are still pleasant to think about.
THE END.
A/N: I hate to say this, but I hate this chapter. I don't like the way I wrote it. Urghh.someone shoot me. If it really isn't tolerable, tell me, okay? I'll write it all over again. Yuck, 5 pages of crap. No thank you's this time...in a hurry to get this chapter up! I waited too long, didn't I? Hope you guys don't mind!