Chapter Eight: Inspiration
"Where is she now?" I asked Fred.
"Sixth year rooms, a floor below us. She's held up at the moment, caught some sixth year and his girlfriend in, let's say, an indecent and bit embarrassing situation."
Oliver was still pacing and it looked like he was going to tear a permanent hole in the carpeting. All of sudden a great idea came to me, "Fred! Do you know any entrances up here that McGonagall wouldn't see you or other people going through?"
Fred laughed, "Me? Know any secret entrances? What do you take me for Kate? George?"
"Sorry for doubting you Fred," I apologized, joking. He nodded, seriously. "Can you sneak me down one?"
Fred contemplated the idea for a moment. "Sorry Kate," he said, shaking his head, "It just wouldn't be allowed. No one can know where they are, other than George and me. It's a top secret operation."
"But Fred..." I whined, "I have to get out of here!"
"Sorry, Kate. It's a matter of principle."
I thought for a second. "Well, then go gather the whole Quidditch team: Alicia, George, Angelina, and Harry. We'll just say we came up here for a quiet Quidditch tactic meeting. McGonagall melts every time Oliver says Quidditch, we're golden."
"Great idea!" Fred exclaimed, as he rushed out the door.
"Katie, you're a genius!" Oliver said, looking like he could kiss me. Well... if he wanted too... wait, working on getting the mind OUT of the gutter. "Let's hope he gets back before McGonagall gets up here."
I walked over to the door and opened it ever so slightly, peeking out to watch for McGonagall. Oliver wrapped his arm around my waist and started kissing my neck. "Oliver," I whispered. "Come on, this would not be a good way for McGonagall to catch us."
"I'll just tell her I'm giving my favorite Chaser some inspiration." I turned around and looked at that famous smirk and gave him one of my best right back.
I heard footsteps in the corridor outside. I spun around leaving Oliver trying to kiss the air. "Oliver," I hissed, "You have to go distract McGonagall so Fred can smuggle everyone up here."
"But Katie," he whined.
"Go!" I said, pushing him out of the door.
He turned around, giving me his best grumpy eyes and headed down to where McGonagall was standing, eight doors down. He started talking animatedly about Quidditch tactics, using hand motions and everything.
I rolled my eyes. What was taking Fred so long? Finally, I saw him trudging up the stairs, Fred and George covering Alicia and Angelina's eyes. Everyone filed into the room, Harry shaking his head at me, George sending me a devious grin, Alicia looking way to smug, and Fred... what was up with Fred. He was glaring at... George? Great, another chapter happened in the Alicia and the twins story. Must talk to that girl.
I leaned out the door, "Oliver!" I hollered down the corridor, "We have to finish our meeting." He turned around.
"Sorry, professor, the team is meeting up in my room to talk tactics. We really want to win the Cup this year and it's always too loud in the common room, you know how it is down there. Plus," he paused, "You always have to watch out for spies."
McGonagall nodded, probably relieved to have a chance to stop talking with the obsessed Quidditch captain. "Anytime Wood, I understand completely. Whenever you need to talk to the team just bring them up to your room, I trust you. I'll make sure that the other teachers know that you have special privileges. We'll make sure no one bothers you. I know how important Quidditch is to you, and I would love to beat Slytherin. Professor Snape is hard enough to handle already."
McGonagall turned and started to walk away, muttering things like: "Obsessed- going to win- kick Slytherin's slimy butt-"
"Well, that turned out good." George said, a large grin on his face. "Special privileges? No teachers checking our dorm? Oh, Lee is going to like this, Lee is going to like this." George went bounding down the stairs, "Oiy, Lee! Guess what!"
Everyone else emptied out of the room, "Thanks again, Fred." I hollered. He just nodded weakly, his usual jovial grin gone. "Come on, Oliver. Let's go back downstairs."
Oliver stuttered, looking like he wanted to stay back but thought better of it. We headed down the stairs and were met at the bottom by an overexcited Lee.
"Oliver!" He hollered, hitting him on the back, "You're my hero. You are THE man! Oh it's going to be a great year." He walked away, looking insanely evil.
Oliver rolled his eyes. "I'm never going to feel safe in that room anymore." he said, shaking his head.
I smiled evilly, "Well, you can come spend the night in my room anytime. I'm sure I'll be seeing the twins there all the time anyway."
Oliver grinned, "I may just have to take you up on that offer. We all know Lee's a lady's man. Honestly, the boy has skills." Oliver said it with a bit of awe. I considered hitting him but thought better of it.
We sat down on a couch and Oliver automatically slipped his arm around my shoulder. "What's up for tomorrow?" He asked, still contemplating the mystery of Lee.
I thought for a second. "We better make it good, it is our last day before classes start..." I paused, "And Quidditch, I'm sure."
He smirked and thought for a minute. "Meet me down here after breakfast. I'll figure out something for us to do."
"Sounds good." We sat there for a while, not saying much of anything. I let my head fall against his shoulder and watched a smile sneak across his face. It was weird. This morning we had just been best friends and that had felt so right. But now... but now, he was my boyfriend and that felt even better.
I could feel his chest raise and lower with every breath and soon realized that my breathing was in sync with his. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later, my eyes taking a few seconds to readjust to the darkness. The common room was empty, except for Oliver and me. I checked my watch and saw that it was already one. "Oliver," I whispered, nudging him in the stomach. He woke up startled.
"Katie, what are you doing here?" he asked, groggily.
"Oliver, we're in the common room, we fell asleep." I told him, pointing out the obvious.
"I'm going to head up to bed, I think you should probably do the same." I stood up and he followed suit.
We were facing each other and instantaneously realized that this was the time for the infamous good night kiss."Well, um, good-night. I guess I'll go to bed now."
Oliver grinned nervously. "Night Kate," he whispered, kissing me lightly on the lips. He turned and headed up to his room.
I walked up to my room feeling like I was floating. It had been a great day: a Hogsmeade visit, seeing the Firebolt, beating up Flint and now going out with Oliver.
For a second I wavered in my decision, what if Oliver ended up being like Flint? I stopped myself before I sunk to deep in the "what ifs". Oliver wasn't anything like Flint. He was... Oliver, my best friend. I could trust him, right? I mean, everyone knew Oliver had a bit of a temper, especially after bad Quidditch matches and has a habit of taking it out on whatever crosses his way. Like I said before, the muscles sometimes squeeze out all of his common sense. But he would never do anything to hurt me. Right?
I went to bed with a nagging doubt pulling on my stomach.
The next morning I woke up, excited to spend the day with Oliver. All my thoughts from the night before were gone and I laughed at myself for even thinking such things. This was Oliver we were talking about.
"Where is she now?" I asked Fred.
"Sixth year rooms, a floor below us. She's held up at the moment, caught some sixth year and his girlfriend in, let's say, an indecent and bit embarrassing situation."
Oliver was still pacing and it looked like he was going to tear a permanent hole in the carpeting. All of sudden a great idea came to me, "Fred! Do you know any entrances up here that McGonagall wouldn't see you or other people going through?"
Fred laughed, "Me? Know any secret entrances? What do you take me for Kate? George?"
"Sorry for doubting you Fred," I apologized, joking. He nodded, seriously. "Can you sneak me down one?"
Fred contemplated the idea for a moment. "Sorry Kate," he said, shaking his head, "It just wouldn't be allowed. No one can know where they are, other than George and me. It's a top secret operation."
"But Fred..." I whined, "I have to get out of here!"
"Sorry, Kate. It's a matter of principle."
I thought for a second. "Well, then go gather the whole Quidditch team: Alicia, George, Angelina, and Harry. We'll just say we came up here for a quiet Quidditch tactic meeting. McGonagall melts every time Oliver says Quidditch, we're golden."
"Great idea!" Fred exclaimed, as he rushed out the door.
"Katie, you're a genius!" Oliver said, looking like he could kiss me. Well... if he wanted too... wait, working on getting the mind OUT of the gutter. "Let's hope he gets back before McGonagall gets up here."
I walked over to the door and opened it ever so slightly, peeking out to watch for McGonagall. Oliver wrapped his arm around my waist and started kissing my neck. "Oliver," I whispered. "Come on, this would not be a good way for McGonagall to catch us."
"I'll just tell her I'm giving my favorite Chaser some inspiration." I turned around and looked at that famous smirk and gave him one of my best right back.
I heard footsteps in the corridor outside. I spun around leaving Oliver trying to kiss the air. "Oliver," I hissed, "You have to go distract McGonagall so Fred can smuggle everyone up here."
"But Katie," he whined.
"Go!" I said, pushing him out of the door.
He turned around, giving me his best grumpy eyes and headed down to where McGonagall was standing, eight doors down. He started talking animatedly about Quidditch tactics, using hand motions and everything.
I rolled my eyes. What was taking Fred so long? Finally, I saw him trudging up the stairs, Fred and George covering Alicia and Angelina's eyes. Everyone filed into the room, Harry shaking his head at me, George sending me a devious grin, Alicia looking way to smug, and Fred... what was up with Fred. He was glaring at... George? Great, another chapter happened in the Alicia and the twins story. Must talk to that girl.
I leaned out the door, "Oliver!" I hollered down the corridor, "We have to finish our meeting." He turned around.
"Sorry, professor, the team is meeting up in my room to talk tactics. We really want to win the Cup this year and it's always too loud in the common room, you know how it is down there. Plus," he paused, "You always have to watch out for spies."
McGonagall nodded, probably relieved to have a chance to stop talking with the obsessed Quidditch captain. "Anytime Wood, I understand completely. Whenever you need to talk to the team just bring them up to your room, I trust you. I'll make sure that the other teachers know that you have special privileges. We'll make sure no one bothers you. I know how important Quidditch is to you, and I would love to beat Slytherin. Professor Snape is hard enough to handle already."
McGonagall turned and started to walk away, muttering things like: "Obsessed- going to win- kick Slytherin's slimy butt-"
"Well, that turned out good." George said, a large grin on his face. "Special privileges? No teachers checking our dorm? Oh, Lee is going to like this, Lee is going to like this." George went bounding down the stairs, "Oiy, Lee! Guess what!"
Everyone else emptied out of the room, "Thanks again, Fred." I hollered. He just nodded weakly, his usual jovial grin gone. "Come on, Oliver. Let's go back downstairs."
Oliver stuttered, looking like he wanted to stay back but thought better of it. We headed down the stairs and were met at the bottom by an overexcited Lee.
"Oliver!" He hollered, hitting him on the back, "You're my hero. You are THE man! Oh it's going to be a great year." He walked away, looking insanely evil.
Oliver rolled his eyes. "I'm never going to feel safe in that room anymore." he said, shaking his head.
I smiled evilly, "Well, you can come spend the night in my room anytime. I'm sure I'll be seeing the twins there all the time anyway."
Oliver grinned, "I may just have to take you up on that offer. We all know Lee's a lady's man. Honestly, the boy has skills." Oliver said it with a bit of awe. I considered hitting him but thought better of it.
We sat down on a couch and Oliver automatically slipped his arm around my shoulder. "What's up for tomorrow?" He asked, still contemplating the mystery of Lee.
I thought for a second. "We better make it good, it is our last day before classes start..." I paused, "And Quidditch, I'm sure."
He smirked and thought for a minute. "Meet me down here after breakfast. I'll figure out something for us to do."
"Sounds good." We sat there for a while, not saying much of anything. I let my head fall against his shoulder and watched a smile sneak across his face. It was weird. This morning we had just been best friends and that had felt so right. But now... but now, he was my boyfriend and that felt even better.
I could feel his chest raise and lower with every breath and soon realized that my breathing was in sync with his. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later, my eyes taking a few seconds to readjust to the darkness. The common room was empty, except for Oliver and me. I checked my watch and saw that it was already one. "Oliver," I whispered, nudging him in the stomach. He woke up startled.
"Katie, what are you doing here?" he asked, groggily.
"Oliver, we're in the common room, we fell asleep." I told him, pointing out the obvious.
"I'm going to head up to bed, I think you should probably do the same." I stood up and he followed suit.
We were facing each other and instantaneously realized that this was the time for the infamous good night kiss."Well, um, good-night. I guess I'll go to bed now."
Oliver grinned nervously. "Night Kate," he whispered, kissing me lightly on the lips. He turned and headed up to his room.
I walked up to my room feeling like I was floating. It had been a great day: a Hogsmeade visit, seeing the Firebolt, beating up Flint and now going out with Oliver.
For a second I wavered in my decision, what if Oliver ended up being like Flint? I stopped myself before I sunk to deep in the "what ifs". Oliver wasn't anything like Flint. He was... Oliver, my best friend. I could trust him, right? I mean, everyone knew Oliver had a bit of a temper, especially after bad Quidditch matches and has a habit of taking it out on whatever crosses his way. Like I said before, the muscles sometimes squeeze out all of his common sense. But he would never do anything to hurt me. Right?
I went to bed with a nagging doubt pulling on my stomach.
The next morning I woke up, excited to spend the day with Oliver. All my thoughts from the night before were gone and I laughed at myself for even thinking such things. This was Oliver we were talking about.
