~Okay, thought I'd quickly respond to my reviewers. Love you guys...
Sophie - how many times will I have to tell you that the people in the story don't represent anyone in real life... though, now that you mention it...
Elbereth - thanks for the review. Your fan fiction is one of my favorites so I was very honored that you liked mine. Fred in high heels, oh, I've got the giggles now too.
Swimgirl - If I do update a lot, it's because I don't have a life right now. Outside of school that is. But thanks.
Arylon - Thanks for the review. I love Oliver too. I think I've read every Oliver Wood story on the site!! And Marcus is disgusting. About keeping everyone in character, thanks I've been trying. Though, all my friends say I'm turning Katie into me. Aka, she kicks butt and is awesome!
Wiccan-one14 - Flint's an idiot, he can't do anything... or can he... haha you'll just have to read. (I grin evilly)
Elle-poohbear - Thanks, yeah, they are both in the same year. I guess I haven't really made a deal of Oliver's age.
Oh, and check out amiannoying.com HILARIOUS!!!
Okay, back to the story...
Chapter Seven: So Darn Lady-Like
I headed to the dungeons, more determined with every step. I soon found myself outside of the dungeon where Flint and I always used to meet.
"It's now or never, Bell. You know what you have to do!" I said, quietly, to myself.
I opened the door and took one step in. Flint was sitting on a desk, clearly waiting for me. "Katie, I was afraid you weren't going to show. We all know how awful that would have been." He smiled, evilly, and took a step towards me. I wavered in my decision for a moment, but soon realized what I had to do.
"Don't come any closer Flint." I said in a steely voice that made him stop dead in his tracks. He kept that same self-assured grin on his face but it was becoming more forced. "It's over. This whole charade of you controlling me, it's finished. I never stood up to you before and I don't know why. You're nothing special, hell, I could kick you butt. You don't deserve my time of day, you don't deserve anything." He looked a little shocked and a bit confused, he hadn't expected this at all. I turned, with a smile on my face, and started to walk confidently out of the room.
I felt Flint grab my wrist, digging his fingers into the tender areas between the bones. "What?" I hissed, spinning around.
"You know it's not over, Bell. You know, it'll never be over. I know things about you that will ruin you, ruin your reputation, ruin Oliver. You don't want that to happen do you? Stay on the right side of me, Bell. Choose your enemies wisely, you don't want me to be one of them." He was inches away from my face and I had never seen him this angry.
But, for the first time, I was angry too. Not scared or ashamed like I had been in the past. Just plain pissed. I was sick of this, sick of it all. "Screw you, Flint!" I said, with an angry calm. I balled my fist up and punched him, square in the left eye. He let go of my wrist in surprise and I strode out off there.
I was practically floating by the time I reached the common room. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and not only was it gone, I knew it wouldn't return again. I was grinning like an idiot when I waltzed through the portrait hole into the crowded common room.
"What's up with you?" Alicia asked me, suspiciously. "Meet Oliver a bit early, perhaps?" She really needs to get her mind out of the gutter, ASAP.
"Nothing!" I giggled, "Nothing at all!" I really wanted to tell Alicia what I had done (aka punched Flint but then I'd have to explain everything that's been happening these past five years and that was history, I didn't have to go back into that again.
Alicia continued looking at me suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Oh well, she can think whatever she wants, at the moment, I didn't really care. I checked my watch and saw that it was almost seven.
Oliver sauntered into the room, giving it a quick once over to see if I was there. He spotted me almost immediately and headed over. "Glad to see you," he whispered. "I have something I want to talk to you about." He gently took hold of my hand and led me towards to the stairs to the boys dorm.
"Go get 'em!" Alicia yelled. I turned around and glared at Alicia until I noticed that Oliver was grinning. Okay, they BOTH need to get their mind out of the gutters, ASAP!
Oliver showed me the way up to his room. Like I don't know how to get there already, we always came up here last year to talk. Oh well, I let him think he's in charge, whatever. We got up to his door and he knocked quickly three times and pressed his ear against the door.
"Um, Oliver..." I began.
"Quiet Kate, I'm listening." He cut me off, his ear still pressed against the door. After thirty seconds he finally pulled away, "Okay, all clear, let's go."
We stepped inside and he closed the door, "What was that all about?" I asked suspiciously.
"A code I have with the twins. If they're up here with a girl," he gave a cough that sounded distinctively of Alicia, "We use the code as a way of warning. If they don't say their name within thirty seconds it's safe."
I shook my head and Oliver chuckled. "Come on," he said, leading me to his bed. I sat down on the soft Gryffindor comforter. "Um, Katie, I was just wondering," he was standing in front of me, rocking back and forth from one foot to the other, he's so adorable when nervous, "If you'd want to," he paused, "If you'd want to, go out with me. I mean, like exclusively."
I thought back to Flint and in an instant realized that Oliver was different. Very different! "YES!" I yelled, jumping up and tackling him, much like I had the first day on the train, only with a shirt on this time... I wonder for how long that will be true. Crap! I'm turning into one of them. Must get mind out of gutter, must get mind out of gutter.
Oliver propped himself on his elbows and I rolled over so I was laying next to him, "That's what I've always liked about you, Bell. You're so darn lady like." He started laughing, and I joined in. He bent over and kissed me, sweet and deep. I could feel his hand snaking around my waist, and moments later, it was slowly creeping up my back.
As much as I wanted to do this, as perfect as it was, I pulled away, lessons taught from Flint still fresh in my mind, "Oliver," I said, hesitantly, not wanting to hurt him, "Can we do this slow, I'm just not ready for all of this."
"Katie," he said, dead serious, "It's up to you. I'll try to stay under control, it's just, um," he paused, a bit embarrassed, "Hard, sometimes. But just let me know, I don't want to pressure you into anything."
I nodded sweetly at him, glad he was so understanding. He knew enough of my past to know where this was coming from, and I was glad for that. I stood up and gave him my hand to pull him up too. I kissed him gently on his forehead and we headed for the door hand in hand. S Suddenly there were three sharp raps on the door. Oliver looked at me and shrugged. "Oliver, we know you're in there!" the voice on the other side said, "And by the off chance Katie's with you, you'd better hide, FAST! McGonagall is coming up, she's doing a surprise check of all the dorms, fifth year and up, making sure no funny business is going on."
Having a member of the opposite sex in your room was a misdemeanor worthy of a month of detentions. No one ever took the rule seriously though because: A) we're high school students and B) they've never done anything to enforce it before.
"Get in here, Fred!" Oliver hissed. Fred opened the door and strode in.
"Sorry to interrupt guys." He said, winking at me. I rolled my eyes at him and sent him my best, "Don't even think about it" glare.
Oliver was pacing the room, like he usually did before Quidditch matches.
"This is not good, guys, REALLY not good!" We looked at him, "We can't get a months worth of detentions, WHEN WILL WE PRACTICE?"
~Sorry guys, weak ending. I'll do better next time. ~
Sophie - how many times will I have to tell you that the people in the story don't represent anyone in real life... though, now that you mention it...
Elbereth - thanks for the review. Your fan fiction is one of my favorites so I was very honored that you liked mine. Fred in high heels, oh, I've got the giggles now too.
Swimgirl - If I do update a lot, it's because I don't have a life right now. Outside of school that is. But thanks.
Arylon - Thanks for the review. I love Oliver too. I think I've read every Oliver Wood story on the site!! And Marcus is disgusting. About keeping everyone in character, thanks I've been trying. Though, all my friends say I'm turning Katie into me. Aka, she kicks butt and is awesome!
Wiccan-one14 - Flint's an idiot, he can't do anything... or can he... haha you'll just have to read. (I grin evilly)
Elle-poohbear - Thanks, yeah, they are both in the same year. I guess I haven't really made a deal of Oliver's age.
Oh, and check out amiannoying.com HILARIOUS!!!
Okay, back to the story...
Chapter Seven: So Darn Lady-Like
I headed to the dungeons, more determined with every step. I soon found myself outside of the dungeon where Flint and I always used to meet.
"It's now or never, Bell. You know what you have to do!" I said, quietly, to myself.
I opened the door and took one step in. Flint was sitting on a desk, clearly waiting for me. "Katie, I was afraid you weren't going to show. We all know how awful that would have been." He smiled, evilly, and took a step towards me. I wavered in my decision for a moment, but soon realized what I had to do.
"Don't come any closer Flint." I said in a steely voice that made him stop dead in his tracks. He kept that same self-assured grin on his face but it was becoming more forced. "It's over. This whole charade of you controlling me, it's finished. I never stood up to you before and I don't know why. You're nothing special, hell, I could kick you butt. You don't deserve my time of day, you don't deserve anything." He looked a little shocked and a bit confused, he hadn't expected this at all. I turned, with a smile on my face, and started to walk confidently out of the room.
I felt Flint grab my wrist, digging his fingers into the tender areas between the bones. "What?" I hissed, spinning around.
"You know it's not over, Bell. You know, it'll never be over. I know things about you that will ruin you, ruin your reputation, ruin Oliver. You don't want that to happen do you? Stay on the right side of me, Bell. Choose your enemies wisely, you don't want me to be one of them." He was inches away from my face and I had never seen him this angry.
But, for the first time, I was angry too. Not scared or ashamed like I had been in the past. Just plain pissed. I was sick of this, sick of it all. "Screw you, Flint!" I said, with an angry calm. I balled my fist up and punched him, square in the left eye. He let go of my wrist in surprise and I strode out off there.
I was practically floating by the time I reached the common room. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and not only was it gone, I knew it wouldn't return again. I was grinning like an idiot when I waltzed through the portrait hole into the crowded common room.
"What's up with you?" Alicia asked me, suspiciously. "Meet Oliver a bit early, perhaps?" She really needs to get her mind out of the gutter, ASAP.
"Nothing!" I giggled, "Nothing at all!" I really wanted to tell Alicia what I had done (aka punched Flint but then I'd have to explain everything that's been happening these past five years and that was history, I didn't have to go back into that again.
Alicia continued looking at me suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Oh well, she can think whatever she wants, at the moment, I didn't really care. I checked my watch and saw that it was almost seven.
Oliver sauntered into the room, giving it a quick once over to see if I was there. He spotted me almost immediately and headed over. "Glad to see you," he whispered. "I have something I want to talk to you about." He gently took hold of my hand and led me towards to the stairs to the boys dorm.
"Go get 'em!" Alicia yelled. I turned around and glared at Alicia until I noticed that Oliver was grinning. Okay, they BOTH need to get their mind out of the gutters, ASAP!
Oliver showed me the way up to his room. Like I don't know how to get there already, we always came up here last year to talk. Oh well, I let him think he's in charge, whatever. We got up to his door and he knocked quickly three times and pressed his ear against the door.
"Um, Oliver..." I began.
"Quiet Kate, I'm listening." He cut me off, his ear still pressed against the door. After thirty seconds he finally pulled away, "Okay, all clear, let's go."
We stepped inside and he closed the door, "What was that all about?" I asked suspiciously.
"A code I have with the twins. If they're up here with a girl," he gave a cough that sounded distinctively of Alicia, "We use the code as a way of warning. If they don't say their name within thirty seconds it's safe."
I shook my head and Oliver chuckled. "Come on," he said, leading me to his bed. I sat down on the soft Gryffindor comforter. "Um, Katie, I was just wondering," he was standing in front of me, rocking back and forth from one foot to the other, he's so adorable when nervous, "If you'd want to," he paused, "If you'd want to, go out with me. I mean, like exclusively."
I thought back to Flint and in an instant realized that Oliver was different. Very different! "YES!" I yelled, jumping up and tackling him, much like I had the first day on the train, only with a shirt on this time... I wonder for how long that will be true. Crap! I'm turning into one of them. Must get mind out of gutter, must get mind out of gutter.
Oliver propped himself on his elbows and I rolled over so I was laying next to him, "That's what I've always liked about you, Bell. You're so darn lady like." He started laughing, and I joined in. He bent over and kissed me, sweet and deep. I could feel his hand snaking around my waist, and moments later, it was slowly creeping up my back.
As much as I wanted to do this, as perfect as it was, I pulled away, lessons taught from Flint still fresh in my mind, "Oliver," I said, hesitantly, not wanting to hurt him, "Can we do this slow, I'm just not ready for all of this."
"Katie," he said, dead serious, "It's up to you. I'll try to stay under control, it's just, um," he paused, a bit embarrassed, "Hard, sometimes. But just let me know, I don't want to pressure you into anything."
I nodded sweetly at him, glad he was so understanding. He knew enough of my past to know where this was coming from, and I was glad for that. I stood up and gave him my hand to pull him up too. I kissed him gently on his forehead and we headed for the door hand in hand. S Suddenly there were three sharp raps on the door. Oliver looked at me and shrugged. "Oliver, we know you're in there!" the voice on the other side said, "And by the off chance Katie's with you, you'd better hide, FAST! McGonagall is coming up, she's doing a surprise check of all the dorms, fifth year and up, making sure no funny business is going on."
Having a member of the opposite sex in your room was a misdemeanor worthy of a month of detentions. No one ever took the rule seriously though because: A) we're high school students and B) they've never done anything to enforce it before.
"Get in here, Fred!" Oliver hissed. Fred opened the door and strode in.
"Sorry to interrupt guys." He said, winking at me. I rolled my eyes at him and sent him my best, "Don't even think about it" glare.
Oliver was pacing the room, like he usually did before Quidditch matches.
"This is not good, guys, REALLY not good!" We looked at him, "We can't get a months worth of detentions, WHEN WILL WE PRACTICE?"
~Sorry guys, weak ending. I'll do better next time. ~
