A/n: My reviewers are zee greatest! Rock on. Oh a quick note. If i ever say 'feast' I lostly mean
dinner. Not very smart but Oh well! I hope you ENJOY this one!
Oliver went up the stairs and I realized
that the only people who just saw what took place between Oliver and I were
Fred, George, Jimmy, Dave and Tom. Angelina and Alicia had already gone up to
bed. The boys were distracting the room from us by talking to the younger
people who might be confused is they saw us.
Jimmy picked his head up and looked at me. Smiling he gave me the thumbs up
sign. He said 'later' to the second year he was talking to and jogged over to
me.
"Well," he said. "I hope that was fun for you."
I laughed. "You knew he was going to do that?"
He laughed, too. "He's been planning that almost as much as Quidditch
practices."
"You're kidding me, right?" I asked.
"Er...not
really."
"He even told you that he was going to tell me that he loves
me?"
His jaw dropped. "He said that? He said that?"
I shrugged. "Yeah."
"Damn," he said smiling. "What did you do to him?"
I nudged Jimmy. "I did nothing. I am just being who I am. You ought to
know that."
He raised his hands as if to surrender. "Just joshing...So, Oliver Wood
loves you."
I put my hands on the top of my head, and last my fingers together.
"That's what he told me."
"Little girls everywhere are going to plan your murder."
"Gee, thanks!"
"Just joshing."
I sighed. "You do that a whole lot. But you know what? I'm too excited to
deal with you now. Ta-ta!"
And I ran up the stairs to the dorm. I flung the door open and yelled.
"GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME?"
Karina stared. "What?"
I smiled. "Guess!"
She moaned. "Just tell me. The utter suspense is, as we speak, killing
me." She was good at being sarcastic as well.
"Oliver kissed me!" I squeaked and plopped on my bed. I proceded to fling my shoes across the
room.
"And you let him?" asked Alicia.
I stopped. "Well. No, not really. He just grabbed me and..."
Tricia sighed.
"But wait!" I said, standing up. "That's not even the best
part!"
"What else did you do?" asked Karina,
bewildered.
"He told me that he loves me!" I said, spinning like a ballerina.
"That's so sweet!" Tricia said. She was always such a romantic.
Alicia turned serious. "Did you tell him that you love him, too?"
I stopped spinning. "Well, almost," I said. Almost of course, meant
no.
"Almost? Katie! Dear, you need to tell him!"
she said, pleadingly.
"How do you know I do?" I asked putting my hands on my hips.
Tricia snorted. Karina groaned and Alicia said,
"It's written all over your face."
Written all over my face? Oh jeeze. She's right. I
love him! "Fine, I'll be right back," I said, pulling on my jimjams
on.
"Where are you going?"
"To talk to Oliver. Be back in a minute," I
said over my shoulder.
Karina snickered. "Oh, no you won't. See you in
the morning!"
I left the room bare foot, in jimjam bottoms, and my
Sweetwater All-Stars shirt.
I hopped down the girls stairs and ran up the boys. The door was unlocked.
Oliver was sprawled out, lying on his bed, he didn't
even bother wth drawing the posters, with his head in
his hands staring at the ceiling. He was shirtless.
"Hey, you." I whipered from the door way.
He turned his head to face the doorway. "Kate! Hi. I'm surprised to see
you."
I walked over and sat on the trunk in front of his bed, and turned around to
face him. He was now sitting up. "What's up?"
I smiled mischevously. "Can I have my necklace
back, please?"
"Yeah...you can. But why do you want it back?" he asked, swallowing
hard.
I rolled my eyes and let out a little laugh. "Don't make me spell it out
for you."
He frowned playfully, "But I'm a terrible speller."
"Move over", I ordered and stood up on the bed. I started drawing the
posters.
"What are you doing now?" Oliver was laughing.
"Drawing the posters. I thought that would have
been obvious."
"Katie," he said. "How do you feel about me."
I sat down across from him. I grabbed his wrist, and he looked up at me. I
smiled, shrugging, "The same."
He began to say something, put I put my hand up in protest. "Don't say
anything."
He quickly shut his mouth.
"I really should be mad at you and make you suffer for all eternity for
what you did to me. It hurt. No, don't say anything. But you're sorry. And I do
believe in forgiveness."
By now Oliver was staing into my eyes, and breathed
deeply.
My cheeks grew incredibly hot while thinking of how he kissed me. "And I
love you."
Olivers head fell to the side and he sighed.
"Can I please talk now?" he asked.
I laughed, "Go ahead."
"When I thought you and Cedric were going out, I was silently loosing my
mind. I was all jealous, because I realized that I lost you. And someone else
was with you. It sucked, Katie. I hated it. I was planning on tell you I was
sorry some other time. But I couldn't take it anymore."
I pulled my hair off my shoulders before cocking my head the side and saying,
"I reckon your losing your edge."
"I don't know what to say to that," he said, confused.
"I mean, am I really worth going crazy over?" I asked sweetly.
"Uh, yeah," he said nodding his head. How could I not love him? He
made me feel so special! "...And you love me too?"
"Uhhuh," I said, my voice shaking a bit.
Then both he and I were silent for close to minute.
He reached for my wrists and he had that look in his eyes. He was smiling,
leaning in. "You're amazing," he said.
His lips were right there! Why wasn't he kissing me? For a good few seconds we
just sat there few inches apart. It was just too tempting, so I put a hand
behind his head and pulled him in and met his lips.
He took it upon his self to climb on to his knees and lean me back. A few
moments later I had realized that he was on his knees, stradling
my legs, leaning over me. He had his fingers laced with mine, while pinning my
hands to the bed on either side of my head.
It should have been enough to make my heart race that he was on me. Stradling me! But no, now he had his thumb under my waist
band, and was just now reaching with his other hand.
I should have stopped him sooner but he hadn't stopped kissing me. He wasn't to
probing and he wasn't like a vacuum, but it changed from soft to firm and back
again and it was making me tingle all over that I had nearly lost all sense.
But, a hand ran down my inner-thigh and my jimjammy
shorts were slipping down off my ankles that I started back to reality. With a
flick of the arm, Oliver flung my bottoms behind him.
Now, his fingers started pulling down one side of my pink knickers. I was
actually letting him declothe me!Startled, I slapped his hand away.
Quickly, he pulled his lips off mine and stared. My hand was still over his
back as I looked up to him. We were both breathing hard and shallowly, almost
panting like dogs.
That moment lasted forever, both of us half-clothed, he
in his jammy bottom and me in a t-shirt and skimpy
knickers, tangled together, and debating whether we should go on.
Staring wide-eyed at me, Oliver was pink in the face and with my hands clinging
to his back, I felt his temperature. Something in his dark eyes twinkle in his eye. It was eros, a
desire for me.
He swallowed hard and closed his eyes and muttered, "Damn," before
rolling off me. Landing next to me, our shoulders were touching and he was
still breathing hard.
I was feeling hot all over and wondered if I had developed a fever.
"I really sorry, Kates," he breathed.
But I had never experienced anticipation like that before. I closed my eyes
trying to remember how I was feeling just seconds ago.
"It's OK, Oliver..." I mummbled.
"I don't want to hurt you," he sighed.
"I said it's Ok," I said again.
"I'm just in love with you," he said quietly.
I groaned. He was soo hard to resist. "Damnit, Oliver..."
"What?"
I huffed, "nothing..."
He said nothing for a while, than muttered. "Maybe we ought to get some
sleep..."
"You're right," I answered, rolling over on my side away from Oliver.
"Soo..." he said.
"I'm staying here, Wood," I said
"Hmm, well then..." he said moving up to me. He put a hand over my
waist. "Am I allowed to do this?"
I pushed my back up into the warmth of his chest and snuggled into his pillow.
"Err...I'll take that as a yes..." he whispered into my ear. He
kissed me on my cheek and lay his head down.
I heard the door open and Dave and Jimmy's voice muttering incoherantly.
Oliver pushed a solitary finger to my lips, hushing me not to make sound.
"He really loves her..." I heard one of them say.
Oliver tightened his hold around my waist and I fell asleep, completely safe
and comfortable.
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