A/N: I got a
great response from you guys, for the last chapter. I didn't mean to be perverted.But it was staring me right in the face. I had to
put it in. This one is her thinking about it. Hope you like. Has nothing to do
with the book however, and it's shorter. But I hope you like anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Recap of Last Chapter: Maybe that's why they call him Wood.
I was giggling like mad, despite all these conflicting emotions bouncing around
in my head.
I felt pride. Yes, pride. I was the reason! I was excited, and I thought it was
the funniest thing ever.
Then I also felt fear. I didn't know what to do now. I thought all we were
doing was just hanging around with each other. But, he was kissing my hand.
But despite this, I was giggling. Like an idiot. Alicia came in and she asked
me where I had is disappeared to.
"Got my broom," I said stifling more giggles.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
I tried speaking but, I was still laughing. I lied, "Fred and George,
canary creams..."
"Oh!" said Alicia brightly, "Yeah, those are too funny!"
We played with a pack of exploding snap cards, building a castle. It actually
got rather tall before it exploded.
I looked at my watch and it said "SLEEP." I showed Alicia what it
said as she yawned.
She nodded and climbed into bed. I climbed into mine also. Before she shut the
light off, she again yawned, "Good night."
"Sleep well," I answered.
I was extremely tired, and waiting to fall asleep. But I couldn't.
You guessed it. I was thinking of Oliver. He thinks of me in THAT way? I mean,
say, if we did end up going out together, I'm sure I wouldn't let him go too
far.
I wish we were little again. We wouldn't have all these raging hormones.
Then I wondered, is he awake? Is he thinking of me?
I'd let it slide. He'd never know that I knew. But, I knew. I'm still not sure
what to do. I guess that I'll just deal with whatever happens. That's all I can
do, after all.
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I woke up on Sunday very, very late. I slept right up until lunch. Alicia was
shaking me when I woke up.
"Morning, sunshine," she said. "Have a nice hibernation?"
"Growl," I said sarcastically. "What's going on?"
I sat up in bed as Alicia went through my trunk and picked out my outfit.
Jeans, a shirt and a Hoodie sweatshirt, the one I got
the first and only time I ever went to a muggle shopping center. It was navy
blue and on the front it said "How can I miss you if you won't go away?"
"We're all going to visit Harry," she said as she threw the clothes
at me. "Wood's making us."
I frowned at his name. "OK," I said.
I closed the posters and changed out of my PJ's. I
got ready and put my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head. I didn't feel
like wearing anything special today. I didn't really care if I looked a mess
either.
I walked into the common room where the rest of the team, minus Harry was
waiting for me. My hands were hidden in the sleeves of my sweatshirt as I
crossed my arms.
Oliver smirked when he saw me and suddenly I felt sick. I nodded in
acknowledgement. I walked up and stood next to Alicia, even behind her a little
bit.
As we walked to the infirmary I was at the back of the pack, while Oliver led
the way. Staring at the floor as we walked, I still had my arms crossed. Like I was protecting myself or something.
We got into the infirmary, and Harry was already sitting up. He smiled as we
walked in. Oliver held the door for me as I walked by, but I kept staring at
the floor. When we stood in front Harry, Oliver was next to me.
I could feel my cheeks flushing. I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or
not. I just couldn't look him in the eye. Not today at least. So, I didn't
spare him a glance.
Oliver told Harry that he didn't blame him for the loss, although he didn't
sound very convincing.
I hung out in the common room most of the day because it was raining. Although,
not thundering.
Oliver sat on the same couch as last night for a very long time. Every time I
looked up from my book, he would quickly put his head down and continue reading
something about Puddlemere United.
I didn't talk to him for the rest of that day, or even the next day at
practice. It's not that I didn't want to, but I was afraid to.
I hoped I was wrong about the whole thing. Maybe the hot water just ran out or
something and it turned cold at the end? I knew that couldn't be the truth
because Hogwarts never runs out of hot water.
I also tried convincing myself that someone else was in the boy's showers. But
that made absolutely no sense, either. Fred and George were at Dinner and Harry
was in the hospital wing. Besides, Oliver said he was going to the locker room.
Who but a Gryffindor player would be in there?
I even tried telling myself that I didn't provoke anything. But, in reality, he
was paying an awful lot of attention to me. He started acting weird right after
I stood up.
Then I realized that it was me. When I turned around before going to dinner
that night he was looking down, and that's why he straightened up.
I sat at lunch the next day, eating peacefully, when none other but Oliver took
a seat across from me. I could feel a 'talk' coming on.
"Why are you ignoring me?" he asked.
"I'm not," I lied.
He frowned slightly and said, "You seem distant."
I acted surprised and said "No, that's just me."
He laughed a bit, but then turned serious again, "I'm serious. You've been
avoiding me, Kates."
Uh-oh. I'm in trouble. He said it. Need an answer!
Think, Katie, think! "Uh...I ...ahh...well.
I just guessed you needed time. To get over the match?
Or something." I said, unevenly.
He just gave me a look and nodded his head. Thank the heavens that Alicia came
at that moment.
"Hey guys. Ravenclaw is playing Hufflepuff. Thought you ought to know, Oliver." she
mentioned.
"Thanks, Alicia." he said. Alicia was still standing when she turned
to me.
"Katie, can you help me with some work? I'm a real loon when it comes to
Runes," she said.
I eagerly got up and followed. I gave Oliver a quick smirkish
smile and he waved as I got up.
I ended up helping her for the rest of lunch, and then we needed to go to
Potions. I stayed with her in the dorm and continued helping with the Runes
until it was almost time to leave for Quidditch practice.
I felt like I was keeping this 'huge' secret from my best friend, and I never
keep anything from her! Besides, I thought I would crack if I didn't tell her.
"We should probably get ready," said Alicia, starting to stand up,
but I pulled her back down.
"Sit," I said. "Stay. Good. I need to tell you something."
She perked up at this, and nodded, "Go on! Tell me!"
Uh-oh, I thought as I started slowly, "Well...um...Oliver likes me."
Her face dropped and she slapped her forehead and said, rather sarcastically,
"Oh really. I hadn't noticed."
"No! I mean, he LIKES me," I tried to make it clearer.
Again she said the same thing and slapped her forehead lightly, "Oh
really. I hadn't noticed. Anyway, what's the big deal?"
"I..." I started to say, but whatever I thought of saying would just
end up sounding stupid. "...you know the deal with guys and cold
showers?"
"Uh, yeah, everyone does," she said matter-of-factly. Then she said
"Oh...Oh!...Oooh! You
mean-"
"Yeah."
"Oh!" she giggled. "I see. Well it's time to go see him
now!" She looked at her watch that read "QUIDDITCH."
"Beauteous," I muttered. "Just gorgeous."
When I got to the locker room, most of the team was already there, including
Harry. It was nice to see him back. Then Angelina came and that made it a full
team.
Oliver came up behind me and yanked lightly on my ponytail. When I turned
around to see him smiling at me, I decided right then and there that I'd let
the little event slide. He was a seventeen year old boy, after all.
But he yanked my hair! I held my forefinger up and poked him in the chest and
said "Touch the hair, and die." Staring determinedly into his eyes, I
realized how soft they were.
He glared right back at me, then smiled, "OK" he mouthed.
I poked him one more time, this time harder and turned around and walked out
onto the pitch.
Practice was fun, despite the rain. Angelina and I practiced passing the
Quaffle to each other, while Alicia took shots on Oliver. I could only hope she
wouldn't say anything to him.
It was a practice filled with fresh determination. I didn't want to come back
to the ground.
But, all good things must come to an end. So, I landed and walked toward the
locker room between Fred and George.
"Are Katie and Ollie a thing yet?" Fred taunted me.
"Not yet," said George.
"Yeah, not yet," I whispered to myself.
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Hope you like, not as good as past chapters, but it's a chapter just the same.
I want to clear some things up-
I like Peeves, but Katie doesn't appreciate him stealing her homework and
stuff.
Katie was upset that Harry got hurt. Very.
George 'love' slapped Fred. Like a light slap upside the head. Nothing
dramatic.
Katie only thinks herself to be a bitch, but she's not.
Yes, Oliver Wood lived up to his name.
Any who, review if the spirit moves you. I hope it does. Happy New Year! I hate
disappointing people. Hope it doesn't stink to badly.
