Welcome to Sororius Vires again! This is a story writen together by .Kellyanne. and .Kayah. and we present to you, Chapter Eight! J K Rowling, that fantastic author we all love, owns all the Harry Potter infomation you already know and love. Kelly owns her character Kelly, and Katie owns her character Katie. Maticuno owns himself. We hope you like our fanfic and don't take our threat against Harry, Ron and Hermione too seriously! :D
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.Chapter Eight.
Kelly tracked into their dorm. It was now after dinner, and she had been dragged to sit between Flint and Mati, with Draco across from her. They'd been exchanging looks all night, and she could only dream about what it would be like to be sitting next to him, carefree and happy as their hands rested together, fingers intertwined, talking happily as if nothing was wrong…because if that were true nothing would be wrong…
Kelly sighed as she thought this, and looked around the Common Room. Katie was nowhere to be seen.
Parchment, two quills still dripping with deep green ink, and an over tipped nearly empty black bottle were all that was left on the table. A quick check in Katie's dorm found nothing there either.
Kelly sighed again, this time in annoyance. Fine older sister she was.
Katie had dragged herself down to the Quidditch Pitch. Head swimming painfully and her hands stained with the ink that had spilled from her clumsiness.
"It's all yeh fault." She slurred, kicking at the turf roughly, not quite 'with it'.
She was apart from Oliver, and she just couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't going to get better, she was a Slytherin. A Williams's sister. The older William's sister, and she'd always have to take the blame. Always have to look after the family's legacy and traditions, always have to fix up anything that went wrong.
And she couldn't give a damn anymore.
Her hair was ruffled and her clothes were messy. She was barefoot, despite the cold, and her eyes were bloodshot. She had come back to the place that, in her opinion, had caused her unhappiness.
"Damn Quidditch…" she garbled. "S'all you're fault…you…broke up…Olli and me…S'all your fault…"
She kicked at the pitch again, before ducking with slow reflexes as she felt something fly near her.
"What are you doing here Katie?" a strong voice demanded.
She looked around, before realising it was the object of her thoughts, Oliver.
As her eyes came into contact with his, he pulled back, still on his broom as he put a bit more distance between them both.
"Jesus…" he swore, eyes wide at what he saw. "What the hell've you done to yourself?"
She ignored him, not having the proper control over herself to answer him properly. She just gazed at how good he looked. He was, as always, wearing his Quidditch robes. His strong, athletic body was just how she remembered it. No…it looked even better. His hair was slightly ruffled, and his eyes were watching her, actually looking right at her.
If her mind were clearer, she would've seen the pain in his eyes as he gazed at her. The vulnerability and the pure longing for her showed clearly, as well as the sorrow about their fight.
"Katie…I'm sorr-"
"Nuh, don't you say anything. I'm nuh worth it. Juss dun bother yehself. Juss tear my heart out an' leave me here to bleed…" she clearly wasn't thinking, as she quoted songs and she was talking to the ground mostly anyhow.
"Christ Katie…" Oliver shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he took in her shabby and unkempt appearance. The Katie he knew, the one who kept her raven hair neatly combed, her boots a pure black and her books neat, was far different from the drunk and tatty Katie who stood before him now.
Was he the cause of this..? He hoped not…
"Katie! There you are!" a voice called out, and seconds later the other Williams' sister, the blonde haired Kelly, appeared from the doorway from the path from Hogwarts and raced up, black boots flashing from under her black velvet skirt.
She grabbed Katie's arm, holding her in a strong lock with her hands so Katie couldn't get away. Not that she was trying. She was simply glaring at the ground, trembling slightly as tears fell down her face.
Kelly glared at Oliver, tugging gently on Katie's arm to get her moving.
"You'd better watch it Wood, just stay away from my family if you want to keep your broomstick intact…and I don't mean your wooden one." She smiled an evil smile, before walking a few steps away with Katie following obediently.
"That goes the same for the rest of your body! So watch it!…Gryffindor…" And with that, Kelly pulled Katie out of sight, back up to the castle.
Back in their Common Room, Mati and Draco were waiting. As soon as Kelly came in, they stood up with smirks on their faces, obviously happy with themselves for getting into their room again. When they saw Katie, still delirious, stumbling slightly behind Kelly, their eyes widened slightly.
Kelly rolled her eyes.
"Look what I have to put up with…" she joked wearily as she tried to not look at Draco.
Mati caught Katie just as she blacked out, and hugged her protectively.
"What's happened to her?" Mati demanded, a Slytherin fire in his eyes as he took Katie into his arms and held her close. He liked Katie a little more then a friend, as he had shown with the necklace, and Kelly knew he wouldn't like to hear of Katie's interests in Oliver.
Kelly gestured towards Katie's room.
"Just take her there and lie her down. She's freezing cold, see if you can get her to wake up…" Kelly paused. "But keep the way you awake her clean okay?"
Mati simply smirked devilishly and disappeared into Katie's room with her in his arms.
Draco and Kelly stood silently, avoiding each other carefully.
Kelly wished so bad she could be with him…if it wasn't for the curse that plagued both her and her sister…
Just look at what happened to Katie…her relationship had practically torn her apart. Kelly didn't want that to happen to her…
She had done the right thing. She and Draco couldn't be together…she couldn't bear to loose Draco like she had lost Tyler…
Kelly fell into a black leather chair and sighed deeply, rubbing her fingers over face tiredly.
Draco sank into a green velvet armchair and cracked his knuckles silently, both nervous and shy around each other now…
"So…What's wrong with her?" Draco asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Kelly sat back and nuzzled into her comfortable chair, trying to appear cool and calm in his presence, despite the fact there was nothing more she wanted to do then pounce on him right then and there and kiss the life out of him…
Inwardly she cleared her mind, trying not to blush at her thoughts.
"She and Oliver…are involved…with each other…romantically…" Kelly explained slowly.
"What!??! He's a Gryffindor though…What's she doing with that thing?" Draco asked, shocked.
Kelly shook her head. "I just don't know…but now they've had a fight and she's practically nothing…just a shell of someone who isn't…with us anymore…" Kelly looked over at him. "You don't know how hard it is to live with her…She's supposed to be the oldest. But now I have to look after both of us…It's all that Gryffindors fault…this is why a Williams sister should never get involved…" Kelly dropped her head into her hands.
Draco's face hardened.
"No Kelly…that's not right. Maybe you just can't be bothered to try." He got up and walked to the door, before pausing and turning around again.
"Tell Katie I said to get better…" he said, without even looking at her, before he stalked out of the room…his blonde hair ruffled by the wind, and his robes flowing behind him.
Kelly dropped her face into her hands once more and closed her eyes wearily.
This just wasn't her day…
Despite the pain radiating through her head and the blurriness of her vision, when Mati shook her, Katie felt compelled to wake up. She groaned and wiped her eyes, shivering. Her dark-haired friend smiled sadly and pulled a blanket up to cover her.
"Thanks," She mumbled groggily, fighting the urge to fall back asleep.
"Kats, do you want to tell me what happened?" She sighed as Mati rubbed the back of her hand.
"No," She said softly, feeling tears pounding in her eyes, waiting for a moment of weakness to pour out. This wasn't like her!!! She never ever cried!!!!
"Come on, Katie. You're hurting your sister and yourself by keeping your emotions locked up," Mati's voice was soft and soothing and she sighed again.
"He's gone…forever…"
"Katie, I'm not a bloody mind reader. Elaborate please," He smiled a bit, but it failed to even curl her lips.
"Oliver…he called it quits with me. It's over," Feeling tears again; she buried her head in one of the black velvet pillows on her bed.
"Wood…you and that…Gryff???" Mati stuttered.
"I think…no…I know…I love him," She sniffled and lifted her face from her pillow, meeting Mati's eyes. He looked torn, as though he were fighting two emotions.
"And he's the reason you did this to yourself?" Mati asked slowly, biting his bottom lip.
"He's also the reason I've been happy!!"
"Does he feel the same way…because if he does, and he left you, I'll beat him into a mound of bloody Scottish pulp."
"I thought he did…but I guess I was wrong. You don't hesitate if you actually mean it when you say 'I love you'."
"Blimey…correct me if I'm wrong, which I'm not 'cause I know you, but did you start a fight with him because he hesitated??" The way he said it made her actions the night before seem stupid.
"You wouldn't understand…you're a guy."
"I'm completely aware of the gender I belong to and I can tell you, that belonging to that gender means that you hesitate when you pour out your soul. Guys can't tell people that they're in love as easily as girls can."
"You're defending him!!" Katie hissed, her eyes narrowing to thin slits.
"It's my duty, as a guy, to defend him!" Mati said with a chuckle that only made Katie angrier.
"What about your duty as a Slytherin??"
Her friend winced as though she had hit him. She knew she had gone too far.
"Katie, I'm your friend and I know you love him. If you want to spend the rest of your bloody life miserable, fine!" He stood from his seat at the bed and walked towards the door. After a pause, he continued speaking, "But if you want him back, then you'll get out of that bloody bed and stop being such a git about all of this. You'll make things right and tell him that you need him!!"
Katie winced after the door slammed behind Mati, refusing to listen to her friend's advice…no matter how right it was.
It was hard to sleep that night. Something about having to play Quidditch in the morning made it nearly impossible for Kelly to sleep. She was tired and angry, but sleep wouldn't come.
This is probably why, bright and early the next morning, Kelly found herself on a warpath. Killing Flint wouldn't be considered manslaughter. A) He would have to be a man and B) it's not against the law to hunt beaver, at least that's what Muggles say.
When she arrived at the Quidditch pitch, she was surprised to see blurs of green flashing through the sky. What kind of people flew that fast this early?? Were they completely mad??
"You, get up here!"
She raised her head slowly and saw Flint. Glaring, she mounted her broom, grabbed a club and zoomed up to hover next to him, "I have a bloody name so, if you plan on having me play for you, you'd better learn it. Got it??"
"Do you have any idea who you're talking to, girl??" Flint said with a glare. Kelly only rolled her eyes.
"See, Flint, threatening me isn't going to get you anywhere. You need me as a Beater and I won't play unless you get an attitude check. Alright then?" She smiled and pat him on the head like she would a dog. Turning, she flew over towards the other Slytherin Beater.
"You the substitute for Bole?" He asked without even turning to look at her.
"Nah, I'm here to see a circus. Of course I'm the sub!!" She shook her head, wondering how most evil wizards could be Slytherins if the majority of them were dumber then doornails.
Before the moron could respond, Flint began to address the team.
"I'm sick and bloody tired of losing to those Gryffindor wankers. We're beating them this game or else every one of you will pay for it. I want precision and accuracy!" There were a few murmurs before the balls were released.
"I want to start with the Beaters. Derrick, Williams, I want you two to try a Dobblebeater," Flint growled.
"Bloody hell, do you expect me to know this shit?? I've never played this game before, you wanker!" Kelly called, watching in amusement as Flint snapped around.
"Are you talking back??"
"Who do you think you are? Snape or something?? I can talk back if I bloody well want to!" For a second, Draco caught her eye, silently telling her to shut up, but she ignored him.
"You obviously aren't accustomed to this game. It's very, very easy for even the best flyer to fall from her broomstick to her death."
"If that's your idea of intimidation, then you need a lesson in it," She said with a smirk. She almost laughed as Flint flew away, yelling that they'd play a full practice game instead of just manoeuvres.
Kelly actually enjoyed playing. She hit the Bludger with ease and caught on quickly to the few skills that actually came with the Beater position.
It had started to rain when Flint yelled for her to try a Bludger Backbeat. She sighed and waited until the evil little gremlin ball was near before hitting the ball backhanded behind her. It went sailing and Flint, to her amusement, almost fell from his broom.
The team was drenched by the time Flint called the practice was over. He had actually tried knocking her off her broomstick once, as play back, but she only sent the Bludger his way again.
"Be here before the game!" Flint yelled as the team walked towards the castle. Kelly smiled, surprised that she actually like Quidditch. At least she had a way to get rid of anger without having someone blow up.
Kelly went back to her room, changed, and went to breakfast. Not even bothering to try to rouse Katie. She figured only Katie could make herself see reason, and make herself see a simple Gryffindor wasn't worth it.
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The Quidditch Pitch played an important part of this chapter, ay? lol. Good ol' Quidditch Pitch...
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.Chapter Eight.
Kelly tracked into their dorm. It was now after dinner, and she had been dragged to sit between Flint and Mati, with Draco across from her. They'd been exchanging looks all night, and she could only dream about what it would be like to be sitting next to him, carefree and happy as their hands rested together, fingers intertwined, talking happily as if nothing was wrong…because if that were true nothing would be wrong…
Kelly sighed as she thought this, and looked around the Common Room. Katie was nowhere to be seen.
Parchment, two quills still dripping with deep green ink, and an over tipped nearly empty black bottle were all that was left on the table. A quick check in Katie's dorm found nothing there either.
Kelly sighed again, this time in annoyance. Fine older sister she was.
Katie had dragged herself down to the Quidditch Pitch. Head swimming painfully and her hands stained with the ink that had spilled from her clumsiness.
"It's all yeh fault." She slurred, kicking at the turf roughly, not quite 'with it'.
She was apart from Oliver, and she just couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't going to get better, she was a Slytherin. A Williams's sister. The older William's sister, and she'd always have to take the blame. Always have to look after the family's legacy and traditions, always have to fix up anything that went wrong.
And she couldn't give a damn anymore.
Her hair was ruffled and her clothes were messy. She was barefoot, despite the cold, and her eyes were bloodshot. She had come back to the place that, in her opinion, had caused her unhappiness.
"Damn Quidditch…" she garbled. "S'all you're fault…you…broke up…Olli and me…S'all your fault…"
She kicked at the pitch again, before ducking with slow reflexes as she felt something fly near her.
"What are you doing here Katie?" a strong voice demanded.
She looked around, before realising it was the object of her thoughts, Oliver.
As her eyes came into contact with his, he pulled back, still on his broom as he put a bit more distance between them both.
"Jesus…" he swore, eyes wide at what he saw. "What the hell've you done to yourself?"
She ignored him, not having the proper control over herself to answer him properly. She just gazed at how good he looked. He was, as always, wearing his Quidditch robes. His strong, athletic body was just how she remembered it. No…it looked even better. His hair was slightly ruffled, and his eyes were watching her, actually looking right at her.
If her mind were clearer, she would've seen the pain in his eyes as he gazed at her. The vulnerability and the pure longing for her showed clearly, as well as the sorrow about their fight.
"Katie…I'm sorr-"
"Nuh, don't you say anything. I'm nuh worth it. Juss dun bother yehself. Juss tear my heart out an' leave me here to bleed…" she clearly wasn't thinking, as she quoted songs and she was talking to the ground mostly anyhow.
"Christ Katie…" Oliver shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he took in her shabby and unkempt appearance. The Katie he knew, the one who kept her raven hair neatly combed, her boots a pure black and her books neat, was far different from the drunk and tatty Katie who stood before him now.
Was he the cause of this..? He hoped not…
"Katie! There you are!" a voice called out, and seconds later the other Williams' sister, the blonde haired Kelly, appeared from the doorway from the path from Hogwarts and raced up, black boots flashing from under her black velvet skirt.
She grabbed Katie's arm, holding her in a strong lock with her hands so Katie couldn't get away. Not that she was trying. She was simply glaring at the ground, trembling slightly as tears fell down her face.
Kelly glared at Oliver, tugging gently on Katie's arm to get her moving.
"You'd better watch it Wood, just stay away from my family if you want to keep your broomstick intact…and I don't mean your wooden one." She smiled an evil smile, before walking a few steps away with Katie following obediently.
"That goes the same for the rest of your body! So watch it!…Gryffindor…" And with that, Kelly pulled Katie out of sight, back up to the castle.
Back in their Common Room, Mati and Draco were waiting. As soon as Kelly came in, they stood up with smirks on their faces, obviously happy with themselves for getting into their room again. When they saw Katie, still delirious, stumbling slightly behind Kelly, their eyes widened slightly.
Kelly rolled her eyes.
"Look what I have to put up with…" she joked wearily as she tried to not look at Draco.
Mati caught Katie just as she blacked out, and hugged her protectively.
"What's happened to her?" Mati demanded, a Slytherin fire in his eyes as he took Katie into his arms and held her close. He liked Katie a little more then a friend, as he had shown with the necklace, and Kelly knew he wouldn't like to hear of Katie's interests in Oliver.
Kelly gestured towards Katie's room.
"Just take her there and lie her down. She's freezing cold, see if you can get her to wake up…" Kelly paused. "But keep the way you awake her clean okay?"
Mati simply smirked devilishly and disappeared into Katie's room with her in his arms.
Draco and Kelly stood silently, avoiding each other carefully.
Kelly wished so bad she could be with him…if it wasn't for the curse that plagued both her and her sister…
Just look at what happened to Katie…her relationship had practically torn her apart. Kelly didn't want that to happen to her…
She had done the right thing. She and Draco couldn't be together…she couldn't bear to loose Draco like she had lost Tyler…
Kelly fell into a black leather chair and sighed deeply, rubbing her fingers over face tiredly.
Draco sank into a green velvet armchair and cracked his knuckles silently, both nervous and shy around each other now…
"So…What's wrong with her?" Draco asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Kelly sat back and nuzzled into her comfortable chair, trying to appear cool and calm in his presence, despite the fact there was nothing more she wanted to do then pounce on him right then and there and kiss the life out of him…
Inwardly she cleared her mind, trying not to blush at her thoughts.
"She and Oliver…are involved…with each other…romantically…" Kelly explained slowly.
"What!??! He's a Gryffindor though…What's she doing with that thing?" Draco asked, shocked.
Kelly shook her head. "I just don't know…but now they've had a fight and she's practically nothing…just a shell of someone who isn't…with us anymore…" Kelly looked over at him. "You don't know how hard it is to live with her…She's supposed to be the oldest. But now I have to look after both of us…It's all that Gryffindors fault…this is why a Williams sister should never get involved…" Kelly dropped her head into her hands.
Draco's face hardened.
"No Kelly…that's not right. Maybe you just can't be bothered to try." He got up and walked to the door, before pausing and turning around again.
"Tell Katie I said to get better…" he said, without even looking at her, before he stalked out of the room…his blonde hair ruffled by the wind, and his robes flowing behind him.
Kelly dropped her face into her hands once more and closed her eyes wearily.
This just wasn't her day…
Despite the pain radiating through her head and the blurriness of her vision, when Mati shook her, Katie felt compelled to wake up. She groaned and wiped her eyes, shivering. Her dark-haired friend smiled sadly and pulled a blanket up to cover her.
"Thanks," She mumbled groggily, fighting the urge to fall back asleep.
"Kats, do you want to tell me what happened?" She sighed as Mati rubbed the back of her hand.
"No," She said softly, feeling tears pounding in her eyes, waiting for a moment of weakness to pour out. This wasn't like her!!! She never ever cried!!!!
"Come on, Katie. You're hurting your sister and yourself by keeping your emotions locked up," Mati's voice was soft and soothing and she sighed again.
"He's gone…forever…"
"Katie, I'm not a bloody mind reader. Elaborate please," He smiled a bit, but it failed to even curl her lips.
"Oliver…he called it quits with me. It's over," Feeling tears again; she buried her head in one of the black velvet pillows on her bed.
"Wood…you and that…Gryff???" Mati stuttered.
"I think…no…I know…I love him," She sniffled and lifted her face from her pillow, meeting Mati's eyes. He looked torn, as though he were fighting two emotions.
"And he's the reason you did this to yourself?" Mati asked slowly, biting his bottom lip.
"He's also the reason I've been happy!!"
"Does he feel the same way…because if he does, and he left you, I'll beat him into a mound of bloody Scottish pulp."
"I thought he did…but I guess I was wrong. You don't hesitate if you actually mean it when you say 'I love you'."
"Blimey…correct me if I'm wrong, which I'm not 'cause I know you, but did you start a fight with him because he hesitated??" The way he said it made her actions the night before seem stupid.
"You wouldn't understand…you're a guy."
"I'm completely aware of the gender I belong to and I can tell you, that belonging to that gender means that you hesitate when you pour out your soul. Guys can't tell people that they're in love as easily as girls can."
"You're defending him!!" Katie hissed, her eyes narrowing to thin slits.
"It's my duty, as a guy, to defend him!" Mati said with a chuckle that only made Katie angrier.
"What about your duty as a Slytherin??"
Her friend winced as though she had hit him. She knew she had gone too far.
"Katie, I'm your friend and I know you love him. If you want to spend the rest of your bloody life miserable, fine!" He stood from his seat at the bed and walked towards the door. After a pause, he continued speaking, "But if you want him back, then you'll get out of that bloody bed and stop being such a git about all of this. You'll make things right and tell him that you need him!!"
Katie winced after the door slammed behind Mati, refusing to listen to her friend's advice…no matter how right it was.
It was hard to sleep that night. Something about having to play Quidditch in the morning made it nearly impossible for Kelly to sleep. She was tired and angry, but sleep wouldn't come.
This is probably why, bright and early the next morning, Kelly found herself on a warpath. Killing Flint wouldn't be considered manslaughter. A) He would have to be a man and B) it's not against the law to hunt beaver, at least that's what Muggles say.
When she arrived at the Quidditch pitch, she was surprised to see blurs of green flashing through the sky. What kind of people flew that fast this early?? Were they completely mad??
"You, get up here!"
She raised her head slowly and saw Flint. Glaring, she mounted her broom, grabbed a club and zoomed up to hover next to him, "I have a bloody name so, if you plan on having me play for you, you'd better learn it. Got it??"
"Do you have any idea who you're talking to, girl??" Flint said with a glare. Kelly only rolled her eyes.
"See, Flint, threatening me isn't going to get you anywhere. You need me as a Beater and I won't play unless you get an attitude check. Alright then?" She smiled and pat him on the head like she would a dog. Turning, she flew over towards the other Slytherin Beater.
"You the substitute for Bole?" He asked without even turning to look at her.
"Nah, I'm here to see a circus. Of course I'm the sub!!" She shook her head, wondering how most evil wizards could be Slytherins if the majority of them were dumber then doornails.
Before the moron could respond, Flint began to address the team.
"I'm sick and bloody tired of losing to those Gryffindor wankers. We're beating them this game or else every one of you will pay for it. I want precision and accuracy!" There were a few murmurs before the balls were released.
"I want to start with the Beaters. Derrick, Williams, I want you two to try a Dobblebeater," Flint growled.
"Bloody hell, do you expect me to know this shit?? I've never played this game before, you wanker!" Kelly called, watching in amusement as Flint snapped around.
"Are you talking back??"
"Who do you think you are? Snape or something?? I can talk back if I bloody well want to!" For a second, Draco caught her eye, silently telling her to shut up, but she ignored him.
"You obviously aren't accustomed to this game. It's very, very easy for even the best flyer to fall from her broomstick to her death."
"If that's your idea of intimidation, then you need a lesson in it," She said with a smirk. She almost laughed as Flint flew away, yelling that they'd play a full practice game instead of just manoeuvres.
Kelly actually enjoyed playing. She hit the Bludger with ease and caught on quickly to the few skills that actually came with the Beater position.
It had started to rain when Flint yelled for her to try a Bludger Backbeat. She sighed and waited until the evil little gremlin ball was near before hitting the ball backhanded behind her. It went sailing and Flint, to her amusement, almost fell from his broom.
The team was drenched by the time Flint called the practice was over. He had actually tried knocking her off her broomstick once, as play back, but she only sent the Bludger his way again.
"Be here before the game!" Flint yelled as the team walked towards the castle. Kelly smiled, surprised that she actually like Quidditch. At least she had a way to get rid of anger without having someone blow up.
Kelly went back to her room, changed, and went to breakfast. Not even bothering to try to rouse Katie. She figured only Katie could make herself see reason, and make herself see a simple Gryffindor wasn't worth it.
The Quidditch Pitch played an important part of this chapter, ay? lol. Good ol' Quidditch Pitch...
Anyway...whatcha think so far? Flame are welcome, and Reviews we beg you for!!!
