Disclaimer: Not mine. This is just a product of my overactive imagination that I must
put into words before I lose my mind. Some OC that might pop in from
time to time are mine (of course), but the rest belongs to JK Rowling. The
only thing that I own is the plot, Oliver, Katie & some of the original
character's new attitudes, other than that the rest aren't even mine so
don't sue!
Pairings: Oliver Wood & Katie Bell
Rating: PG-13 for starters, but it might go up in later chapters…we'll see…
Summary: After binging on alcohol & heartache the night before, Katie & Oliver
woke up naked & in bed together without remember much of what
happened the night before. They were ready to write it off as a one-night-
stand, but something about that night changed their lives...forever...
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Author's Notes: I started up my own HP group on yahoo where I can upload my
more NC-17-ish stories since I couldn't post those on here
anymore so for those of you who are interested to read the
unedited version of some of my stories, you can join my yahoo
group & read it from there—you can also upload your stories
on there if you like, that'll be cool.
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II. Percy's Advice
Katie Bell was in the midst of packing her belongings to go on tour with her Quidditch team that she coached when she received an owl from the same person she had been avoiding for the past two weeks now. She must have received over a dozen letters from him, but she replied to none of them. She wasn't ready to talk about what happened that night even if the proof of their reckless behaviour was staring her in the face.
She still couldn't believe that they did what they did; committing two huge mistakes and suffer the consequences of their actions. She always had a good head on her shoulders, but that night she wasn't thinking at all.
Correction, neither one of them was thinking.
She busied herself once again packing her belongings. She was told that this time she and the rest of her team would be out of the country for the next couple of weeks, playing Quidditch all across Europe until the World Cup rolls in.
In the midst of her packing she heard an annoying rapping sound outside her bedroom window. She looked up from stuffing a T-shirt into her suitcase and saw a barn owl poking its beak at the glass. She let out a disgruntled sigh. She knew whose owl it was. She also knew what it was carrying. Rolling her eyes skyward, she walked towards her window and let the poor bird in; it looked very exhausted from taking this trip and she couldn't really blame the poor bird for doing so. It was the bird's owner's fault for being relentless in his pursuit of her that was running the poor owl ragged!
"Oh, will your owner ever get the hint?" Katie hissed in frustration as she snatched the rolled-up piece of parchment clamped between the owl's beaks, "Honestly, that master of yours will send you to an early grave by constantly sending you to me with his annoying letters!" she added then focused her eyes on the letter in her hand. It read:
Kitty,
It's been 2 weeks now and still no word nor visit from you. I know
you're leaving with your team again pretty soon, but before you do we have to
talk. Kit, you know we HAVE to talk about it; we can't leave things the way
they are now. Please send your reply back with Egan. I'm begging you now,
Kit.
Ollie
Katie folded his letter and stuffed it in her robe pocket. She gave Egan the barn owl a bit of cracker to nibble on while she contemplated on whether to reply to Oliver's letter or not. She knew she had been putting their impending meeting off for days now, and his constant harassment of her showed just how desperate he was to want to meet with her. She puttered around her small flat, mumbling to herself and occasionally talking to Egan and her very own owl, Lispeth the tawny owl.
"Look, it wasn't my fault that we had too much to drink!" she complained, "I mean, sure, I was heart broken and Oliver and I have been friends since our early years at Hogwarts, but come on guys, us ending up in bed together?" she looked scandalized. Somehow she was searching for some form of answer from the two owls that looked back at her, but she knew neither one of them would be able to help her out with her current dilemma.
Egan and Lispeth merely hooted in response before returning back to nibbling on their treats.
Katie flung her arms up in the air in frustration.
"Yeah, thanks a bunch, you two!" she snapped at the owls and closed her suitcase. "Now I gotta find a way of escaping Oliver before—aaah!" she screamed in fright and her hand quickly clutched her chest when a resounding Pop! echoed in her room. With her heart pounding loudly in her chest, she glared at the intruder who apparated into her bedroom.
"Oliver Wood!" she yelled when she recognized the man who just appeared in her room, "What the hell are you doing here?" she rounded her single bunk bed and attacked the dark haired man wearing navy blue robes that appeared right in the middle of her bedroom without warning.
A tall, somewhat lanky-looking young man in his early twenties whirled around abruptly at the sound of the alarmed cry of the female occupant of the room. His eyes were wide when he saw the pretty brunette coming at him with her arm raised ready to strike him.
"Kitty, wait!" he called out in alarm and caught her wrist before she could strike him.
Katie was surprised when Oliver caught her raised arm before her hand connected with his jaw. She knew he was a good keeper and his instincts were impeccable, but this was the first time she encountered him to have his guard up even though he wasn't prepared. She struggled to be free off his grip, but the former Gryffindor keeper's grip on her wrist was too tight for her to shrug off easily.
"Let me go, Oliver," she hissed as she struggled to be free off his hold.
"Not until I got your reassurance that you will not strike me," he bargained.
She glared at him harder, struggling even harder to be free off his grip, but Oliver wouldn't let her go until he had her word that she wouldn't strike him. Finally she gave in and nodded.
"Thank you," he replied and gently let go of her wrist.
Katie quickly snatched it from him and rubbed her wrist where he gripped her, her eyes never leaving the man before her as she slowly backed away from him.
"What are you doing here, Oliver?" she asked again.
"I came to see you," he replied casually.
"I don't remember inviting you over."
"I know you didn't, but I wanted to see you. You've been avoiding me for the past couple of weeks, and I know you're leaving soon. I wanted to talk to you before you leave to go somewhere," he explained.
"Couldn't you have waited until I sent Egan back with my reply?" she questioned.
"That's the thing, Kit, you never replied back to any of my letters to you," he pointed out. "What's my guarantee that Egan will return with your reply before you leave, huh?"
He got her there. Damn, but this man knows her too well to fool!
"I—I would've sent Egan back with my reply," she replied evasively, walking back to her bed where she left her suitcase. Picking it up, she lifted it off her bed and walked towards the door. She stopped with her hand on the handle and asked, "Why couldn't talking about what happened between us wait until after the season is over?"
"Because you know it can't, Kitty," he answered in a serious tone, his eyes conveying to her the seriousness of their situation at the moment.
Oh, don't she know it! She yanked open her bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway, walking down until she reached her tiny living room and set her suitcase by the recliner chair.
Oliver followed her out into the living room and stopped at the end of the hallway and watched Katie, his comrade and up until recently his closest friend, pace her small living room, one hand on her waist while the other pressed against her forehead. She was deep in thought and he knew better than to disturb her, but dammit to hell! He had been patient with her long enough! They couldn't put off facing what happened between them for too long.
"This is insane, Oliver," she spoke while pacing back and forth in front of him. She wasn't looking at him, she kept her eyes glued on the sky blue carpet but she was addressing him. "One minute I was nursing a broken heart because Aaron dumped me for some Veela bimbo, then I went running to you to help me alleviate the pain by drinking it away. Now what happened between us binging on too much alcohol that night and when I woke up the next day naked and in bed next to you was still blurry to me. And then I came home, got into my bathtub ready to forget about what happened and then I raised my hand and saw something glitter when it was hit by the light," she stopped pacing then and met his gaze for the first time since she started talking. "I found myself sporting a ring. A plain gold band that I wouldn't have paid much attention to if it had been just any plain gold band!"
Oliver couldn't help himself from empathizing with her. So she too was having a hard time processing the other thing they did that night. He was glad he wasn't the only one having a hard time processing everything!
"Kitty—"
Katie raised her hand to stop him from saying anything.
"I can't deal with this right now, Ollie. I'm leaving in a few minutes to meet up with the rest of my team to gear-up for a new season of all women's Quidditch season. I can't be having so much clouding my mind at the moment," she explained.
Oliver wanted to argue with her, to tell her that putting the inevitable off wouldn't help lessen their troubles, but she was looking harassed as it was and decided to give in to her request. He would let her go and deal with her team and this season's all women's Quidditch season, but he would still be there when she gets back ready to pick up where they left off today.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and counted one to ten before slowly opening them once again and met her gaze, "When, then?" he asked.
Never, she wanted to say, but she knew that wouldn't placate Oliver not even one bit. "When I get back after this season's over," she answered without hesitation.
He shook his head, "Too long."
"But that's the only time I'll be—"
He raised his hand this time to stop her from saying anything further. "When are you back for a breather? I know you'll need some down time to recuperate after a game or two, right?"
"You know how some Quidditch games last, Oliver," she pointed out.
"I know. But you got the best, ruddiest team players ever to play in the women's league. You finish off a game within two hours—three hours maximum. So I repeat, when are you back for a season breather?"
Katie knew she was trapped into a corner. He managed to take some time off his ever so busy schedule working in the Ministry of Magic to track her down at her own place, Oliver wouldn't easily be dissuade from getting that talk he'd been badgering her about for the past couple of weeks now.
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"So, what did she say?" asked Oliver's co-worker, Percy Weasley, when he returned back to the office after his failed attempt at confronting Katie.
Oliver let out an exasperated sigh and slumped behind his wooden swivel chair, running his hands over his haggard face and prolonged replying to Percy's question. His attempt to surprise Katie to have that long overdue talk of theirs didn't work out quite as he planned. He still let her go with her team across Europe to play a couple of games and God knows when they'd be back for another breather, but he managed to wring out a promise from her that they would talk in a month—that was all he could spare her, a month. Hell, it felt like an eternity to wait for her to return back to England after a month-long absence! Why did he agree with her to meet after a month's time? He could've demanded they meet again two weeks from today, but no, he didn't. She said her schedule would be flexible after a month and he gave in.
"She put off talking about it until the end of next month," Oliver replied with an exasperated sigh.
"And you just said yes?" Percy looked at his friend in disbelief, "Oliver, I know you're a very passionate man who doesn't give in easily!"
"I still don't give in easily, but we're not just dealing with any person here, Perce!" he argued, "This is Katie we're talking about here. She's hell on broomstick and off! We can't bend her to do our bidding until she's good and ready," he explained.
"But you're best friends!" Percy pointed out, stressing out the word 'best' in the hopes of knocking some sense into his friend's thick head. "Doesn't that give you the damn right to demand for her undivided attention?"
"It's not that easy to demand for Katie's attention, Weasley. You know how Katie is. You can't dictate her to bend over backwards and have your way with her."
"But you did have your way with her," Percy reminded him with a sly grin.
Oliver made a face at his friend and co-worker then gave him the one finger salute. Normally Percy would've been scandalized and reprimand his friend for such crass behaviour, but since hooking up with one of Ginny's best friends, Percy was slowly coming out of his shell and started joining the others who has a life.
Laughing at his friend's behaviour, Percy shook his mop of red hair and walked away from Oliver's office. Stopping at the doorway, he turned and looked at his friend, "If I were you, I wouldn't just settle right away. This is important to you—let her know just how important this situation is for you," he advised then disappeared from sight.
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PhoenixRae's Notes: well as promised the second chapter is finished and ready for posting. since I got at least one review for the first chapter urging me to continue, here's the next chapter for your reading pleasure.
pokElilpupE: thanks for your review! I'm going to get to explaining much of what's going on really, but I think I dropped a few hints on what has happened between Oliver and Katie. as for the link on yahoogroups, just click on my pen name and you'll be directed to the link for the yahoogroup
