A/N: Um..I'm really tired and if this
one isn't up to par then. I dunno. Today was a snow
day, so I've been home with my brothers and sisters fighting over computer
time. Most of the things I write are really later at night, and that's why sometime's the book scenes seem rushed. I don't want to
have a sore bum when I get up, do I? Anyway, I hope you like this one. I leaves me open for something really pivotal in the next
chapter!
Disclaimer: don't own it. Sad, sad, sad.
Did I just say what I think I said? Thank Merlin that Gred
and Forge didn't hear. Oi. I mean, say, if it DID come up that he wanted me, er...I mean wanted to be with me, I guess than I'd just be
his.
I know I would. Trelawny says that I have a real eye
for the future. Not that I believe her. I'm sure I'd fight with myself in my
head, but in the end I would just give in.
What is it about him? Either I really like him, or I really don't. It's as if
there is no middle ground. There IS no middle ground. Sure he's cute... but I'm
not one of those people that go for looks alone. Much.
Okay, sure I had a tiny, little, teensy MAJOR crush on
Lockhart last year, but at the time he SEEMED like a great guy!
This is pretty frustrating, actually. I usually know what I want, and I usually
get it. But it's different. This is Oliver. When and why did this happen?
When I was trying to glare at him before practice, the softness in his eyes did
something to me. When I play Quidditch my pulse rises, but I don't notice it.
When I looked at him I felt the same thing, but I really noticed it.
Excitement, I guess?
No! How could I let this happen! I built my reputation on being a strong woman,
tougher than you think. Now I'm a pile of mush?
Wait, where did I get THAT from? All I did was notice something nice about him.
It not like I'm naming our children, or anything. (Allie and Danyell, while we are on the subject, for any husband) I
mean, I didn't even hear 'it' from him yet.
Well, he did say that SOMETHING happened, and cold showers aren't taken by
normal people for nothing. But we are still just friends, if we can even call
each other that.
Back in the locker room, Oliver sat on the bench in front of the lockers and
took out his Quidditch practice journal.
From across the room I shouted over to him, "I hope you're writing NICE things
about me!"
He looked up and smirked, "Who'd want to write about you?"
I said very smuggly, "Who wouldn't want to write
about me?" I stood in front of a mirror putting my hair up, and I saw him
smiling in the reflection.
"Right," he said. "Ravenclaw
and Hufflepuff tommorow."
"Don't worry, Ravenclaw
is going to flatten Hufflepuff. My girl, Cho, will make sure of that."
"Your girl?" he asked, amused. "Is there something you want to
tell me?" he asked with a very suggestive tone, as I walked over. Yup, typical seventeen year old boy.
I rolled my eyes and I whacked him upside the head, not hard though. "No,
she's my friend. Get your head out of the wells."
"Ow!" he fake
whimpered.
I stood in front of him my hands on my hips, "Oh, dry up! I barely even
tapped you. Don't be a prat."
He grinned and said, "If I'm a prat than you
must be a...prat-ess."
"Oh, you are clever, aren't you?" I grinned back. I picked up my
duffle and started toward the door.
He appeared next to me and pushed the door open.
"Mangy mongral,"
he said as we walked up to the portrait. It was Sir Cadogan.
"Stand and fight like a man!" demanded the picture.
Oliver just said, "Oh shut it." and he climbed through the portrait
hole.
I grinned at him, my heart slowing back down, "What, aren't you a
man?"
"More than you know," he said.
I rolled my eyes and muttered, loudly, "The mysterious Mr. Wood..." I
ran up the stairs to the dormitory, well aware he was watching me as I
disappeared.
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It was extremely cold at the Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff match. It wasn't nearly as terrible as it had
been.
Ravenclaw was absolutely killing Hufflepuff!
Awww,
poor, hot Cedric.
I sat in the stands, as high up as I could go, so I could see. Alicia and
Percy, and Penelope sat with me. Percy and Penelope were talking about who
would win the Quidditch Cup.
"Ravenclaw!" squeaked Penelope.
"Gryffindor," said Percy.
"Ravenclaw" she repeated.
"Ahh, well, here's the Captain of the Noble Gryff's right now!" said Percy as he saw Oliver
climbing toward our group.
"Ello!" he called, climbing up the stands.
"Oliver, we were just discussing this year's future winner of the
Quidditch cup. Care to join the conversation?" asked Percy, with
confidence.
"No. I think I would end up talking your ear off. So I'll just quit while
I'm ahead, shall I?" he said standing in front of Percy and Penelope.
"I'll just take a seat over here..."
He walked in front of me and took the seat to my right. I started licking and
biting my lips, nervously.
He looked out at the field, and said, "Hello, Katie."
"Wood," I greeted him, watching the game as well.
"You're allowed to call me Oliver, you know," he said
matter-of-factly, still watching, not turning to me. His leg was leaning
against mine, but he didn't move. Neither did I.
I smiled to myself, " want me to call you Ollie?"
"Nah," he said before sighing. "Brings back
some bad memories."
I laughed a bit, "Ollywood?"
Then he finally turned to me and wrinkled his nose. He nodded with a shrug,
"I'll deal..."
Still biting me lip, I picked my head up to look at him, and he looked at me
out of the corner of his eyes and smirked, smuggly.
Was he hinting at something?
I couldn't pay attention to the game. I can't think straight while he's around.
Sometimes he's like...not enough butterbeer. Once you
taste it, you are going to want more. Somewhat like an addiction. More, until
you know when to stop, or until you get drunk. Not enough, when you know there
is more.
Suddenly, the crowd roaring breaks me from my thoughts.
I hear the Commentation, "Cho
Chang's caught the Golden Snitch! She recieve's one
hundred and fifty points for Ravenclaw!"
The down on the pitch, Madam Hooch bellows, "Ravenclaw
wins!"
Just as the corners of my mouth are turning into a smile, I feel something hot,
yet soft on my right cheek. He kissed me on my cheek. It was like pleasant
fire.
I turned to him. I just stared with my mouth hanging open, and my eyebrows raised.
"We're in!" he whispered into my ear, then
backed away, smiling at me. But I was still staring, mouth open and eyes wide.
What else was I supposed to do?
I couldn't form one stupid sentence!
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Evil me stopping here. Review if you want. His little
outburst here.provoke's some things!
It's past midnight so, I'm uploading and hitting the
sack. Good night!
