AN: So, how'd ya like the last chapter? I'm hoping that this one can get done quick enough. Relatives in town so there's a good chance I won't be updating after this. Then I'm going out of town. Unless I can get this up and another chapter finished and waiting in the doc. Manager, then you all will be waiting awhile. Please forgive me! Well…on to the chapter, check out the clever title..though I hated the movie.

Chapter 7

Oh Bludger Where Art Thou

"A bruised lung, two Broken arms, four cracked ribs and a twisted knee. And it seems to me, that had your beater not have caught her on the way down, your chaser would be in much worse shape!" Madame Pomfrey said looking to Oliver Wood. The quidditch game against Slytherin was over and they had won. But they had lost Katie.

The game was going well, Gryffindor was ahead and Harry had his eyes out for the snitch. The two Slytherin Beaters saw Katie with the quaffle, heading towards their goal. They teamed up against her and hit her from both sides with the bludgers. On impact the quaffle dropped from her hand and she fell from the broom. Fred Weasley was the closest to her, and he took off to catch her on his broom. When they had landed Katie was unconscious and barely breathing. During this time, Harry had caught the snitch, though just barely, and they had won the game. Oliver wasn't in much of a mood to care though, he was more worried about his girlfriends life.

"But you will be able to fix all of those things, correct?" he asked the nurse as he sat by Katie's bed. "Yes, but it will take quite some time. There is nothing I can do for the bruised lung, and as for the knee –which I assume was twisted when she landed on the broom- I will have to put it back in place myself. She took a bad fall and it will be at least a week before she can leave again. More than that for playing quidditch." At that the nurse left muttering something about outlawing the wizarding sport. Oliver looked to his unconscious girlfriend and whispered, "well, at least you'd be happy. We won the game!"

The rest of the team came in and out during the night, and Oliver sat by her side, waiting for her to awaken. Madame Pomfrey was getting quite agitated when Fred and George came, requesting his presence in the commons room for a post-game pep talk. It appeared that most of the team was quite upset about the loss of their chaser, even if it was only for a small time.

Once out of the hospital wing, Fred looked to Oliver, "We're going to prank the Slytherin Beaters. We figured you'd want to take part in the scheme, as it's your girlfriend they hurt." Oliver nodded and continued following the twins to the quidditch pitch. George grinned, "we also needed you to unlock the quidditch balls. I believe the Slytherins have a practice tomorrow morning, we'd like for them to not be able to play at all, if you catch my drift."

They pulled the trunk out of the locker rooms and flipped open the latch. Oliver looked to his two friends, "So, we're going to hide the balls? That's too simple for you two. There's got to be something else you've planned." Both of the twins rolled their eyes, "It's not just hiding them, we're going to 'misplace' the bludgers. They won't be able to find either of them. At least not until they hit them all in the head."

After hiding the quaffle, snitch, they placed the appropriate charm over both of the bludgers, hiding them separate from the other two balls, and making them chase after those who found them. They locked up the now empty trunk and headed towards the Gryffindor commons room to get a good nights sleep. They would have to be up early the next morning to watch the commotion as the Slytherins looked for their balls (AN: How funny is that…. double meanings rock do they not?).

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After eating a quick breakfast and checking on Katie, Oliver headed towards the quidditch pitch. He approached with caution, not sure if the Slytherins were already practicing. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw that they weren't. "Oliver!" he heard one of the twins' call, then looked up to see them hiding in one of the stands. He headed up towards them and got there just as the Slytherins arrived on the pitch. They watched as they pulled out the trunk and freaked out at its emptiness. It wasn't long before Oliver had to cast a silencing charm on the stand so their laughter wouldn't be heard.

The Slytherins were now all over the field looking for the balls, but hadn't yet come towards the invisible bludgers. "When do you think they'll find them?" Fred asked Oliver and George. "Which ones, the bludgers or the others?" Oliver responded as he looked towards Flint who was making his way towards the bludgers. "Either," Fred responded. "Soon I think, Flints on his way towards the bludgers now," George said. Just then Malfoy found the quaffle and the snitch and Flint, as well as the rest of the team, was called off of their searching.

Oliver looked up, "How long do you think it will be before they realized the bludgers aren't any where near there?" George smiled, "given that their Slytherins…about 30 minutes." The three sat as still as three teenage boys can sit and watched as the Slytherins combed the area around the quaffle looking for the bludgers. Five minutes passes and it appeared that they had figured out the bludgers were no where near the other balls. Another five minutes and Flint was back where he had been before Malfoy's discovery. "He's coming closer," Oliver whispered to himself. He stood up carefully, trying not to be noticed by Fred and George. Backing up quietly he made his way towards the door to the stand. Fred and George were wound up in a game of exploding snap (honestly, they brought games everywhere!) so thankfully they didn't notice Oliver's absence.

It was at least ten minutes before Fred or George said anything. "Oliver? How close are they to finding it?" George asked. When Oliver gave no reply they both looked up from their game. "Oliver?" they said in unison. They looked around but soon realized he was not in the same stand. Fred was the first to spot him sneaking across the field towards Flint and Malfoy, the two that 'found' the bludgers. One bludger hit Malfoy in the stomach, causing him to bowl over on the ground, next aiming for his thighs. The second one was trying to knock Flint on his feet by hitting the shins and the knees, but it wasn't working to well.

Meanwhile Oliver had crept up besides them and yelled at each ball, "Immobulous!" causing them to freeze in the air and their captives to look for the owner of the voice that had saved them. Oliver looked down at the two of them and laughed, "What, are both of you to stupid to freeze a bludger in mid air? Oh wait, you couldn't see them could you?" he said in a mocking voice, then cast the spell to make the bludgers appear. "Would that have been easier? Thought so assholes!"

The rest of the Slytherin team was already surrounding them, and they could all see the fire that was in Oliver's eyes. Fred and George, however, could not, and they wanted to know what their friend was doing so they headed down to the pitch, running across the field towards the circle. When the arrived the saw Oliver grabbing one of the teams beaters by the collar and yelling at him. "You think its funny to beat some one to a pulp with those f-cking bludgers? Huh? Well I don't. That is my girlfriend AND chaser sitting up in that hospital wind UNCONCIOUS and you'll be lucky if you aren't up there with her!" The beater looked frightened as Oliver made his hand into a fist and brought it forwards to his jaw. Oliver didn't stop there though; he kept pounding his fist into the beaters head, not stopping until he made him bleed. He grabbed the other beater and paused as he held him there, should he beat this one to? 'They both hurt Katie' he though, 'they both should pay' but in his momentary lapse, Flint had realized what had just happened and went into action. He pulled his uninjured beater away from Oliver and stepped in his place, meeting his fist and Oliver's nose, and jaw repeatedly. Oliver was to shocked at first to fight back, he hadn't expected Flint – or anyone for that matter- to go after him.

Oliver immediately remembered why he was fighting these guys and got extremely pissed off. "You little f-ckers! You think your all so good, HA!" and he kneed Flint in the balls twice then went back to the uninjured beater. "You almost killed my girlfriend you little mamzer ( AN: Ollies cursing in Yiddish now! Mamzer means bastart) and I could kill you!" He brought his fist up, ready to punch him but felt a hand grab his arm. Swinging around he saw George standing there, keeping him from going on. He grabbed Oliver's other hand and started trying to push him away. "What the hell George? Let me GO!" But he wouldn't, "Oliver. Calm. Down. Come on, lets go see Katie…" Oliver was livid, these were his best friends and they wouldn't let him get revenge. "Fred! Do something, get your brother off of me!" Fred refused, Oliver needed to calm down and killing the Slytherin team wasn't the way to do it.

They pushed him away from the Slytherins and onto the other side of the field, bringing him into their locker room and sitting him down. After a few minutes of silence, Oliver looked down at his bloody hands, "Holy shit…holy shit…holy shit" was all he could say. He was amazed at what he had done, mad at himself for losing control. He got up and washed off his hands then looked to Fred and George and mumbled a thank you as he walked out the door. Fred got up to go after him but George held him down, "He's ok now," he whispered, "just leave him alone for awhile…"

Oliver walked up to the hospital wing to go see Katie, he was ashamed by what he had done, and he hoped she wasn't awake to see him. When he got there he found her still unconscious, the chair he had sat in yesterday still in the same spot. He sat down and took her hand in his, then he lay his head down on her bed. He wouldn't have known he was crying were it not for the tears he felt on his own hand, but he didn't care, he needed to cry. Katie was hurt badly, he had just gotten revenge by doing something she would have hated, and he was embarrassed by himself for all he had done.

AN: Ok, wasn't that sweet? I mean…ugh, him fighting them and all no, but that last part…with him crying? Ok guys, I'm sorry this didn't come out sooner. Confirmation took up some major time and I couldn't write too much. Will work on seven later! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!