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"Huh?" I choked out.
Oliver looked startled, "Wait! I didn't mean THAT!"
"Oh," I said wide eyed and confused. I darted my eyes to the maroon
rug, blushing.
"I swear I didn't mean that! I thought you'd scream because my mum
did."
My head snapped up to Oliver still shocked and confused. What the heck was he
doing with his mother?! "What?!"
"No! I didn't mean that! Bloddy hell
no!" he said standing up, slapping his forehead.
"Your not talking about...sex. Right?"
I asked cautiously, not knowing for sure if I hoped he didn't mean that.
Oliver flushed deep red. "No! No! No!"
I sighed relieved. "Then what are you on about?" I demanded, feeling
my cheeks cool down.
"Katie," He said. "Puddlemere is
interested in giving me a position on thier
team!"
"What?!" I shrieked loudly, standing up.
"Told you you'd scream..." He said confidently. I ignored him.
"Puddlemere UNITED?!" I shrieked louder.
He nodded fervently, smiling wide.
This was big! This was awesome! This was more than awesome! This was fandabadozic! "You're going to be playing for Puddlemere?!"
He stopped nodding and furrowed his eyebrows. "No. Not yet at least.
They'll need to scout me and then I'll need to have a formal tryout..."
I interrupted him. "Oliver! It's Puddlemere!
They NEED a new Keeper! Of course they will choose you!"
He shrugged doubting himself, "It's just the reserve team, I'll only be a backup..."
"Quiet you!" I demanded, holding a finger up to his lips. "Stop
doubting yourself and be proud, you moronic dim-witted prat!"
He grabbed my wrist, forcing my hand and finger down. "Are you proud?," he asked with his newly trademarked 'sexy smirk.'
"Yeah!" I declared with a bit of an
expression saying 'that was blatently obvious!'
"Don't tell anyone yet, though, ok?" he asked me. "I don't want
people bothering me about it...and then I don't get the job..."
"Shut up! You'll get it! I know it!" I said sitting on his bed.
He sat down, too. He frowned. "How do you know?"
I said, smartly, "I'm top marks in Divination!"
"Im going to kiss you," he whispered
staring into my eyes.
He leaned in and I tried to object and comment on how random that statement
was, but he had already captured my lips with his. He was leaning into me,
consequently making me lean back, until I was flat on my back on Olivers bed.
I didn't try to stop him and he crawled on to his knees, moving my legs so my
whole body lay on his bed. He started kissing my neck and my shoulder. Then he
came back up to my lips, where he slowly ran his tongue over my top lip. He
backed off to say "What is that? Kiwi Mango?"
He was lying on his left side and I pushed on his right shoulder that he would
be lying on his back, taking me with him. I ran my fingers through his thick
sandy brown hair, while he had his eyes closed.
My black string bikin underwear had been peaking out
a bit, and Oliver stuck his hands under the straps guiding me over to him.
I crawled up to meet his lips again, and I began lowering myself on to his
chest. He ran his hands over my back. He pushed down on my back with his hands
causing me to fully collapse onto him.
"Ka..." he started. Then his eyes snapped open. "Wait,
wait..."
I frowned and moved off him a bit, while my leg was still wrapped around him
"Why?" I asked.
He swallowed hard. "Because...because..." he said, breathing hard.
I really didn't care. I looked into his dialated eyes
and said, "Shuttup and kiss me..."
But before he could there was a loud knocking at the door.
Jimmy Campell, Oliver's roomate
and American, was outside. "O-liver! Let me
in!"
Oliver and I exchanged glances and I jumped up off the bed. "Where do I
go?" I whispered.
More banging on the door. "Liver
boy! Let me in!"
"Down there!" Oliver whispered and pointed to under the bed.
"Coming!" he yelled to the door.
"What're you doing in there?" Jimmy called from the otherside of the door.
When I was under the bed, all I could see was feet. I listened to the two boys.
"Dude, what is your problem? This is my room, too, ya
know."
"Sorry, I was...studying," Oliver said unevenly.
"It's the first day back! Come join the rest of us in the common
room." One of the pairs of feet disappeared. One remained.
Jimmy said from the hallway, "Dude, are you coming or not?"
"Er...yeah," said Oliver. "I'm...just
going to leave the door...unlocked..."
"I don't care, dude! Come on and join the living!"Jimmy
said.
"OK..."said Oliver and his feet disappeared and I heard a whisper. "Don't get caught, Kates."
When I heard the door close, I crawled out of the very small, dusty space. I
brushed my self off and adjusted my underwear. I was about to leave the dorm,
but the trunk marked "O.W." beckoned me to look through it.
In his trunk I found Quidditch stuff, more Quidditch stuff and yet more
Quidditch stuff. I found some letters he had gotten from his parents, some from
Puddlemere and the ones that I had sent him over the
break.
I found an old team picture, with me in it when I was 12. It seemed so long
ago. I was standing next to Oliver and smiling sweetly at the camera. I also
picture of myself in there, as well. It was one of the few times I had my hair
down and I was staring into space, twisting a strand of hair around my finger.
I hate being in pictures usually, but must say I looked particulary
cute in this one. I just couldn't remember when it had been taken.
Then I found a pair jimjam pants. They were so soft
and fleecy, that I just needed to steal them. They were navy and light blue
plaid with a drawstring.
I slipped off my *favorite* sweatshirt and stuffed the jimjams into the shirt.
I closed up the trunk and tiptoed out to the boys dorm
stairs. I tried to keep low and I got into the common room, acting as if I had
been there the whole time.
Alicia jumped out at me, grinning devilishly. "Kitty HAS grown up, hasn't
she?"
I said to her, "I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about."
She nodded, still grinning malicously, "Right.
You...are...so...bad."
"Why am I so bad?" I asked.
"You were just up in Olivers
room! I know what you were doing-"
"WHAT?" I squeaked.
"A little 'how's your father', Katie?" she said cunningly.
"Are you implying..." I started.
"Yes I am! You naughty girl, you. On the job with
the Quidditch Captain..."she said shaking me by my shoulder.
My jaw dropped. "No Alicia..."
"And now your going to deny it, right? OK, then.
What were you doing up in Oliver's room?"
"Talking," I said.
She gave me a look of pure disbelief. "What about?"
"I can't tell you..." I said.
"You tell me everything!" Alicia beckoned.
I really wanted to just tell her about Puddlemere and
get her off my back, but Oliver didn't want me too. So I did something very,
very stupid. "Whatever. Think what you want."
"So you DID?" she said.
I didn't nod, or deny it, feeling myself blush. I just stared blankly at her.
"Oooh, Katie..."Alicia said wagging her
finger at me.
I reached up to make her finger stop pointing at me. "Just stop.
Understand?"
Alicia smiled again, "I'll take it to my grave."
I gave her a warning look. "If you don't, you will BE in your grave."
I walked up the girls dorm stairs with Alicia
following me. "When Quidditch starts again, you really can't do any of
your hanky panky anymore...because well," Alicia said.
Even though I COMPLETELY did not confirm anything, I wanted to know what Alicia
was thinking. "Because well what?"
"Well, we need you to be...up to sitting on a broom!" she finished
quickly.
"Ugh! Alicia!" I said. "Let's just stop talking about that,
alright? Just forget about it. Forget about everything."
"Fine," she said.
I got into the dorm and stuffed his jimjams under my pillow, and went back into
the common room.
I saw Oliver talking to Ron Weasley and Harry. I
could only hear bits of a conversation from where I was standing.
"A Firebolt? No! Seriously? A - a real Firebolt?"
"Don't get excited, Oliver," I heard Harry say, and his voice went
low. Then I heard him say, "confiscated."
I saw Harry's lips moving, Olivers jaw dropping slighty, and Ron listening intently.
"Jinxed? How could it be jinxed?" Oliver said, and I could hear him.
Harry spoke some more and I couldn't quite catch what he was saying but he
wasn't happy.
Oliver waved his hand and said loud enough for me to hear him, "But Black
couldn't have bought a Firebolt! He's on the run! The
whole country's on the lookout for him! How could he just walk into Quality
Quidditch Supplies and buy a broomstick?"
I suddenly understood what was going on, and I didn't like it. Harry got a Firebolt but he can't have it because supposedly Sirius
Black, the mass murderer who escaped from Azkaban and
is out to kill Harry, bought it for him and jinxed it! But Oliver was right,
how could he buy him a broomsticks with out being caught?
Harry said, "I know..." but he started muttering so I couldn't hear
him anymore.
Whatever Harry said made Oliver go pale. He stood up and looked down at Harry.
"I'll go and talk to her, Harry. I'll make her see some reason...A Firebolt...a real Firebolt, on
our team...She wants Gryffindor to win as much as we do...I'll make her see
sense," Oliver said as he was walking away from Harry, toward me. "A Firebolt..."
He walked right up to me and said, "A Firebolt!"
"I heard, but what will he use until he gets it back?" I asked.
Oliver frowned thoughtfully, "I hate for him to have to use a school
broom, stupid Shooting Stars...A Nimbus Two-Thousand and One, maybe?"
I shook my head. "No. He'd never go for that."
"Why?"
"Malfoy."
"Right. And then there is the dementor
predicament..."
"How is he going to deal with that?" I asked.
"Harry said Professor Lupin is going to teach
him how to ward them off... I hope he can learn before the Ravenclaw
match." He said, thoughtfully.
"Have you ever wondered why the dementors affect
Harry the way they do?" I asked.
"Yes! Whenever I think of that blasted Hufflepuff
match, I always ask myself why he had to fall off his broom!" He said
snapping his fingers.
"You're a prat," I declared.
"Wow, thanks. Do you have any other insults for me?" He asked
sarcastically.
"No, but I need to ask you something," I said looking up to him.
"Shoot," he said crossing his arms.
"Can I please tell Alicia about Puddlemere?"
I pleaded.
"No."
"Please?"
"No. I already told you..." he said, frowning.
Now I had my hands clasped in front of me. "Yes, I know but it's really
important that I do."
"Why?"
"I...er...well. Alicia knows I was up in your
dorm and she wanted to know why. (She knows about us, by the way) She thinks
we, you and I, were...you know...and I told her that we were just talking...and
she wanted to know what about, but I couldn't tell her about Puddlemere...so I told her to think whatever she wants and
now she thinks we, you and I, were doing....you know. So can I please, please
tell her about Puddlemere?"
When I finished Olivers eyebrows were creeping up his
forehead. "Wait, slow down. Alicia is under the impression that we were
doing...you know...and now you need to tell her about Puddlemere
so she knows that we, you and I, never did...you know?" He said, going
slightly pink.
"Right. I don't want her thinking we did...because we didn't and...you
know."
"I know," he said.
"So, please?"
"Fine, but JUST her, and tell her that if she tells anyone I will
personally see to it that she-"
"Oliver, no death threats."
"Fine, you get the point."
I went up to talk to Alicia and clear things up. She also shrieked about Puddlemere and apologized for possessing a sick mind. I
told her it was fine, because I had one too! I told her about the Firebolt and she got angry and started calling Professor
McGonagall a loon and such. She then went on to say that Shooting Stars were
great brooms when Dumbledore was in school and that Sirius Black was trying to
sabotage her life - not to mention Harry's.
"He's out to get us all!"
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Resources: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
by J.K. Rowling, copyright 1999, Arthur A. Levine Book, Scholastic Press. pages
234, 235, "The Patronus"
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling!!!
Remember to read "Something About Katie" and review this AND that!
Jeez, I give you guys alot of work, don't I?
Also, read "Crush: Riding the Line Between Love an Hate" by Hazel
Eyed Witch87, a songfic of this story, supervised by
me!
