AN: HOLA GUYS! So, please thank Angie Morse (author of Not So Innocent [sp?] a WONDERFUL story) for this chapter. She gave me the idea and now I have to get it out here on the net. The Quidditch scene doesn't follow the third book…Enjoy! Oh, and please review!
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Chapter 2~ The disaster
"Team! Eat!" Oliver snapped as he walked into the Great Hall. It was a Saturday, Gryffindor had a game in an hour and he wanted his team fed and ready to play. He sat down next to Katie and grabbed the smallest piece of toast there was. Katie looked at him questioningly, "aren't you going to eat more? Come on, esen! Esen! Dammit O liver just eat!" (an: esen means eat in Yiddish…my great grandmother used to tell my mom, 'esen esen mine kindela' which means eat eat my children). Oliver looked down at his toast, "No. I'm fine. If I eat more than this, in the long run I will have just not eaten. Katie, come on, you know that. I can't eat on Quidditch days…" Katie smirked at him, "And yet you think we can…amazing!"
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The Quidditch game was on. Gryffindor was down my ten against Hufflepuff and it wasn't looking too good. The snitch was apparently in site as Harry and Cedric raced towards the ground for it. Cedric picked up speed quickly as Harry continued toward the ground, less than a foot behind. The brooms were wet, as were there clothes, and both seekers started to slip forwards on their brooms. Harry tried to gain speed and keep control of his broom but was starting to slip farther as his dive got steeper. Soon he was at the end of his broom, but quickly catching up with Cedric. It was too late. Cedric was pulling up from the dive, snitch in hand. Harry quickly pulled out of the dive, but it too was late. He slipped from the broom and fell 20 feet to the ground. He was fine aside from being unconscious, but they still brought him to the hospital wing.
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Katie ran back to the locker room from her five-minute trip to see Harry. Oliver hadn't shown up and she was worried about him. A defeat in Quidditch was the worst thing that could happen to him. Hell, it was the same for her, and she was surprised she wasn't breaking down in tears or screaming her lungs out at the moments. She just ran ahead, thinking only of Oliver. When she got to the locker room she found him sitting in one of the showers, robes still on, water running over him. His eyes were closed and she couldn't tell if it was tears or water running down his face. She had already taken off her shoes as she ran to him sitting down and picking up his arm to place it around her. "Oliver," she whispered in a caring voice, "baby, look at me…." She said again, silent tears streaming down her face. Oliver wouldn't look up, she had just lost a Quidditch game for the first time, and there was so much she should have been doing to prepare for everything that was going on in her life. This was the breaking point. She kissed his ear and whispered, "Oliver baby, its ok. We can still win it. We can still get the cup. Look at me…please!"
Slowly Oliver looked up, Katie noticed his eyes were red, he had been crying. She ignored it, she was crying too. Katie reached up and turned off the water, then she cuddled close to him, stripping off his soaked shirt and lying her head on his chest. He ducked his head down into her hair and kissed her head. They lied there, wrapped in each others arms for awhile, then Katie lifted herself from him and leaned against the now dry wall. She was still in drenched clothes, and the tears she had cried hadn't helped any. Katie didn't want to move. She was depressed over the game and she just felt like sitting there and staring straight ahead. "Come on Kates," Oliver whispered, "you need to get dressed." Katie just shook her head and looked at the floor. It was her turn to feel like dying. Oliver looked at her and a small trace of a grin appeared on his face, "you should get out of those clothes. I can't have my best chaser getting sick. G-d knows we need every ounce of help we can get now…" Oliver stood then helped Katie up, leading her to her locker, picking out some dry clothes and forcing her to get dressed. The whole experience was something both of them would look back on and wonder how he did it; shortly after it happened he didn't want to move much either. In hindsight they supposed it was the fight or flight instinct taking over and making him protect the one he loved. He just didn't know he loved her yet.
AN: and another great chapter is over! Review!