Welcome to Sororius Vires again! This is a story writen together by .Kellyanne. and .Kayah. and we present to you, Chapter Nine! J K
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.Chapter Nine.
Whoever came up with the statement that said "you have butterflies in your stomach" obviously had never played Quidditch before. Kelly hadn't even mounted her broomstick and she was already frightened out of her wits.
The team was standing in the locker room, Flint pacing back and forth in front of them as he lectured. Kelly wasn't paying attention, though. She was concentrating on the distant, but still extremely loud cheers from the students in the stands. It reminded her of the last game she had actually been at.
Dennis Warmings came into mind.
Kelly shook her head as the other six people, clad in green robes, walked toward the opening of the pitch, mounting their brooms. The doors burst open and they all flew, but Kelly took a moment to emerge. She was scared. God, she was scared!
Once she was in the air, though, everything seemed to be going fine. The sun was shining, the breeze wasn't too strong…and Draco was way above her, making the chances of coming in contact with him ZERO!
After that thought crossed her mind, though, she wasn't sure if she liked the distance between them.
She sighed, knowing that he'd get hurt just like Tyler.
Gryffindor had possession of the Quaffle and the one Chaser was flying quickly towards the Slytherin goal. All thoughts of Draco or Tyler flew from her head as she remembered that she was playing Quidditch, not sitting around thinking!
Gripping the club securely in her right hand, she waited for the Bludger to come her way and then bashed it with all her might. It struck the Gryffindor in the shoulder, not hard enough to cause permanent damage, but enough to make her drop the Quaffle.
"OH, AND A LOW BLOW BY SLYTHERIN BEATER KELLY WILLIAMS. SHE HIT THAT ON PURPOSE! ARE YOU OK, ANGELINA??" Came the commentary of Gryffindor Lee Jordan, an annoying prat who she had had the displeasure of meeting before. She rolled her eyes, not surprised that what she had done was considered a "low blow" in his eyes. Now, if a Gryff had done it…
"GRYFFINDOR BACK IN POSSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE…KATIE BELL IS ABOUT TO THROW AND…OOHH! SLYTHERIN'S GOT THE QUAFFLE! DID YOU SEE THAT PROFFESOR??? THEY KNOCKED BELL OUT OF PURPOSE!!!!" Well, at least Lee Jordan was mildly amusing, even if his comments were strictly anti-Slytherin.
The game went on like this for a while longer, Slytherin always getting the Quaffle right before Gryffindor was able to score. About an hour into the game, the score was 80-10, with Slytherin in the lead. If Draco would just catch the Snitch, the game would end and she could…
Before her thought was finished, though, something hit her hard in the shoulder. Black and white spots danced in front of her eyes as she tried to hang on to her broom. Her head was spinning.
It happened again. This time the pain made her brain scream and she could help but falling.
All she remembered after that was the rushing sound of a broomstick, warm arms catching her and then a pair of liquid grey eyes gazing into her own.
Draco, she thought, before blacking out completely.
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So Gryffindor won. That Potter brat had caught the snitch while Draco used his time more thoughtfully to catch Kelly. Flint was pissed off, but he had to accept it, because Oliver the prat, wouldn't rematch.
Draco had carried Kelly carefully back to her dorm, though the Floo path in his own dorm, carefully avoiding Madam Pomfrey. Once back in her dorm he lay her down carefully, and sat beside her, stroking her hair gently until she awoke…
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Katie's head was wonderfully dazed, she was out and about, and she danced around, not really knowing what the hell she was doing.
She felt as if she was flying, she had no worries, no cares, nothing. She was free from her normal School robes, and was dressed in a long, flowing emerald green robe, that didn't have sleeves or a collar. Katie almost never wore anything similar to the Muggle 'Boob Tube' as she had heard the style being called, but here she was, dressed in a 'Boob Tube Dress' she guessed it could be described as, if she were Muggle.
But that didn't matter at that moment.
For she was free.
She was dancing.
She was intoxicated with the most wonderful drug ever known to rich and powerful Full Blooded families.
Without taking any notice of where she was going, she danced and sang her way to the Quidditch Pitch, where her troubles had started.
She spun widely though the snow, not feeling the deathly cold.
ithout a clear head she didn't realise how easy it would be to die if she were to fall asleep deep in the snow. She was usually the boring sister. Who never used her powers, who never liked to hurt others, who stayed on the right side of the track and tried to do everything to keep the Williams' family tradition and respected title the way it was. Powerful and respectful. Now she didn't give a damn about what happened. Because, her powers, her family, and the damn house she had been sorted in, had separated herself from her love. Her soul mate. Her Mlirn Beatha Dan.
'It wasn't anyone's fault but your own. Quit pointing the blame, quit running away from it. It was all your fault you're apart. All you had to do was ignore everyone's thoughts and comments, it's your life, and his, not their's. So if you're going to blame anyone, blame the rightful one, and blame yourself. You freak…'
Katie broke into sobs once more, and collapsed. Not moving. Not thinking.
Just barely living…
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Oliver slouched as he walked, kicking the snow with his hands deep in his pockets. His scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck, as he tried to keep out the bitting coldness that had fallen over Hogwarts grounds deeply.
He made his way down the path to the Quidditch pitch, where he always came to think and plan Quidditch moves. He felt at home on the pitch. It was so big and open, and so many fantastic plays could result there. Players like Victor Krum and Cerisse Illingatter were discovered there, and their future was written out before them.
Oliver jumped over the fence and looked around, double taking as he saw the faint deep green ruffle of colour near the opposite end of the pitch.
'It's probably just someone's forgotten robe after a Quidditch practise…' Oliver tried to reassure himself, as his mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario.
Oliver pushed himself through the thick layer of snow, frowning with worry as he saw the green silky robe was indeed clothing a human.
He skidded to a halt next to the body that was lying on its side in the snow, dressed in a sleeveless silky green robe. Her shoulders and arms were bare, and her skin was a snow white, her black hair strewn over the snow and her eyes closed, her chest barely rising and falling.
He recognised her immediately.
"Oh shit!!" Oliver swore strongly as he picked up the body, holding it close as he tried to warm it, shivering slightly at it's deathly cold touch.
"I'm sorry Katie…I'm so sorry…" he murmured to her softly as he begged her eyes to open.
"What have you done to yourself?" he asked more himself then her.
Here lay his kitten, his love. Looking nearly dead in the snow, and he knew the reason was him. He kissed her cheeks gently, only pausing slightly to make the feeling last, before kissing her deeply on her still deep-red lips, holding her close as he begged her eyes to open again.
His wish granted, her blue green eyes fluttered half open, and they widened as she felt her lips already in use.
Oliver felt her pull away slightly, and he drank in her features as he gazed at her, beyond happy to see her conscious again.
"Oh Katie…thank god you're awake……I thought I'd lost you forever…" he murmured thankfully as he held her close.
Katie clung to him.
"I don't…know what…happened…or why…I did it…cold……so cold…" Katie murmured, stuttering through cracked lips.
He mind had been shocked by the cold, totally clear as memories flooded back faster then she could handle.
He still held her close, as he rested his forehead on hers, gazing into her slightly murky eyes, that were having trouble focussing on what was in front of her.
"Katie…you listening?" Oliver asked suddenly.
He received a shaky nod, and pausing to unclip his cloak and wrap it around her, he started to talk.
"I'm sorry about what I said…you're not a freak…you're my little kitten. I'll understand whatever you say, I'll agree to it. I'm so sorry about what happened Katie…I don't mean any of it anymore…just please, don't try to hurt yourself, please…forgive me?" Oliver pleaded in a rush, as he hurried to say everything.
He blushed.
"Sorry…you know guys aren't good at expressing themselves…I'll try again.
I love you Katie. I don't mean of what I said before. Please…forgive me…
I'll do anything…just…I can't not be with you…we have to be together Katie…we just have too…"
"I know…I-…I…can't live without you Oliver…"
Even though her lips were cracked and her voice shaky, those words were the most wonderful and beautiful he'd ever heard.
He pulled her to stand up, out of the snow, and pulled her close once more, resting his right temple against her left, and they stood together. Torturing themselves as they stood so close, and still didn't allow their lips to touch.
Both were plagued with their rushing emotions and thoughts.
Both were so silent, and their minds immediately changed their thoughts. Maybe the other didn't mean what she or he had said…after all that had passed between them…maybe she was still hurt and angry, and maybe he was the same…
'I've missed her so much…she must hate me for what I've done…if she wasn't so traumatised she wouldn't let me hold her…' Oliver paused. 'I'm such an idiot…how could I ever call my kitten a freak?!?'
Katie stood, not letting herself rest against him, like she sorely missed. After all she had said to him, after all she had put him though, she didn't deserve that.
'He's only letting me get this close because…because…okay, so I don't know why he's letting me get this close again…maybe he's missed me…' Katie thought hopefully. 'Nahhh…that can't be it…it's probably just a Gryffindor thing…'
Even though he knew he'd probably get slapped or yelled at, Oliver slowly raised a hand and started to stroke her hair gently, running his fingers through her messy black waves, calming and untangling it from its weeks of being looked after and not cared for. She could feel his breath on her neck and bare shoulders, and it made her shiver slightly.
'She's not yelling at me…maybe she does miss me…maybe she doesn't hate me…' Oliver sighed softly in relief, and pulled away from her gently, smiling softly at her, trying to get a response so he knew what she was thinking, trying to get confirmation that she didn't hate him…
'He's smiling at me…it's been ages since he's smiled at me…he did miss me…' Katie smiled softly back, strength returning to her cloudy, misty eyes, and she slid her arms around him, pulling him close and tight in a hug in a fond hug. A thankful, happy hug that was full of relief and memories.
Oliver held her as close as he could, his strong arms locked around her waist, his head resting against hers. He kissing her cheeks softly and took off his cloak, wrapping it around her freezing body, trying to keep her warm.
"I…missed you Ollie…" she stuttered softly, her teeth chattering as the coldness bit her hungrily.
"I've missed you more." Oliver teased tenderly, pulling her closer so she was resting against him, debating whether he should take her back to the castle.
'As soon as she's a bit warmer we'll start…' he promised himself, resting his chin on her shoulder after kissing it softly, making her giggle o so softly.
His mind suddenly cleared and a heating charm came to mind. He casted it on Katie's body, still worried about how long she'd been out there before he'd found her. "Why are you dressed like this Katie…why are you out here?" Oliver asked softly, nuzzling his cheek against her's affectionately as he could already feel her body warming up from the spell.
Katie closed her eyes, as if trying to avoid the question.
"I'm wearing this because it's cold out…and it won't keep my warm…and I'm out in the cold because I'm sick of being in the castle…" she eventually answered.
"Because of me…?" Oliver asked anxiously, hoping he wasn't the cause.
She sighed and nodded. "Yes…because of you…"
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.Chapter Nine.
Whoever came up with the statement that said "you have butterflies in your stomach" obviously had never played Quidditch before. Kelly hadn't even mounted her broomstick and she was already frightened out of her wits.
The team was standing in the locker room, Flint pacing back and forth in front of them as he lectured. Kelly wasn't paying attention, though. She was concentrating on the distant, but still extremely loud cheers from the students in the stands. It reminded her of the last game she had actually been at.
Dennis Warmings came into mind.
Kelly shook her head as the other six people, clad in green robes, walked toward the opening of the pitch, mounting their brooms. The doors burst open and they all flew, but Kelly took a moment to emerge. She was scared. God, she was scared!
Once she was in the air, though, everything seemed to be going fine. The sun was shining, the breeze wasn't too strong…and Draco was way above her, making the chances of coming in contact with him ZERO!
After that thought crossed her mind, though, she wasn't sure if she liked the distance between them.
She sighed, knowing that he'd get hurt just like Tyler.
Gryffindor had possession of the Quaffle and the one Chaser was flying quickly towards the Slytherin goal. All thoughts of Draco or Tyler flew from her head as she remembered that she was playing Quidditch, not sitting around thinking!
Gripping the club securely in her right hand, she waited for the Bludger to come her way and then bashed it with all her might. It struck the Gryffindor in the shoulder, not hard enough to cause permanent damage, but enough to make her drop the Quaffle.
"OH, AND A LOW BLOW BY SLYTHERIN BEATER KELLY WILLIAMS. SHE HIT THAT ON PURPOSE! ARE YOU OK, ANGELINA??" Came the commentary of Gryffindor Lee Jordan, an annoying prat who she had had the displeasure of meeting before. She rolled her eyes, not surprised that what she had done was considered a "low blow" in his eyes. Now, if a Gryff had done it…
"GRYFFINDOR BACK IN POSSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE…KATIE BELL IS ABOUT TO THROW AND…OOHH! SLYTHERIN'S GOT THE QUAFFLE! DID YOU SEE THAT PROFFESOR??? THEY KNOCKED BELL OUT OF PURPOSE!!!!" Well, at least Lee Jordan was mildly amusing, even if his comments were strictly anti-Slytherin.
The game went on like this for a while longer, Slytherin always getting the Quaffle right before Gryffindor was able to score. About an hour into the game, the score was 80-10, with Slytherin in the lead. If Draco would just catch the Snitch, the game would end and she could…
Before her thought was finished, though, something hit her hard in the shoulder. Black and white spots danced in front of her eyes as she tried to hang on to her broom. Her head was spinning.
It happened again. This time the pain made her brain scream and she could help but falling.
All she remembered after that was the rushing sound of a broomstick, warm arms catching her and then a pair of liquid grey eyes gazing into her own.
Draco, she thought, before blacking out completely.
So Gryffindor won. That Potter brat had caught the snitch while Draco used his time more thoughtfully to catch Kelly. Flint was pissed off, but he had to accept it, because Oliver the prat, wouldn't rematch.
Draco had carried Kelly carefully back to her dorm, though the Floo path in his own dorm, carefully avoiding Madam Pomfrey. Once back in her dorm he lay her down carefully, and sat beside her, stroking her hair gently until she awoke…
Katie's head was wonderfully dazed, she was out and about, and she danced around, not really knowing what the hell she was doing.
She felt as if she was flying, she had no worries, no cares, nothing. She was free from her normal School robes, and was dressed in a long, flowing emerald green robe, that didn't have sleeves or a collar. Katie almost never wore anything similar to the Muggle 'Boob Tube' as she had heard the style being called, but here she was, dressed in a 'Boob Tube Dress' she guessed it could be described as, if she were Muggle.
But that didn't matter at that moment.
For she was free.
She was dancing.
She was intoxicated with the most wonderful drug ever known to rich and powerful Full Blooded families.
Without taking any notice of where she was going, she danced and sang her way to the Quidditch Pitch, where her troubles had started.
She spun widely though the snow, not feeling the deathly cold.
ithout a clear head she didn't realise how easy it would be to die if she were to fall asleep deep in the snow. She was usually the boring sister. Who never used her powers, who never liked to hurt others, who stayed on the right side of the track and tried to do everything to keep the Williams' family tradition and respected title the way it was. Powerful and respectful. Now she didn't give a damn about what happened. Because, her powers, her family, and the damn house she had been sorted in, had separated herself from her love. Her soul mate. Her Mlirn Beatha Dan.
'It wasn't anyone's fault but your own. Quit pointing the blame, quit running away from it. It was all your fault you're apart. All you had to do was ignore everyone's thoughts and comments, it's your life, and his, not their's. So if you're going to blame anyone, blame the rightful one, and blame yourself. You freak…'
Katie broke into sobs once more, and collapsed. Not moving. Not thinking.
Just barely living…
Oliver slouched as he walked, kicking the snow with his hands deep in his pockets. His scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck, as he tried to keep out the bitting coldness that had fallen over Hogwarts grounds deeply.
He made his way down the path to the Quidditch pitch, where he always came to think and plan Quidditch moves. He felt at home on the pitch. It was so big and open, and so many fantastic plays could result there. Players like Victor Krum and Cerisse Illingatter were discovered there, and their future was written out before them.
Oliver jumped over the fence and looked around, double taking as he saw the faint deep green ruffle of colour near the opposite end of the pitch.
'It's probably just someone's forgotten robe after a Quidditch practise…' Oliver tried to reassure himself, as his mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario.
Oliver pushed himself through the thick layer of snow, frowning with worry as he saw the green silky robe was indeed clothing a human.
He skidded to a halt next to the body that was lying on its side in the snow, dressed in a sleeveless silky green robe. Her shoulders and arms were bare, and her skin was a snow white, her black hair strewn over the snow and her eyes closed, her chest barely rising and falling.
He recognised her immediately.
"Oh shit!!" Oliver swore strongly as he picked up the body, holding it close as he tried to warm it, shivering slightly at it's deathly cold touch.
"I'm sorry Katie…I'm so sorry…" he murmured to her softly as he begged her eyes to open.
"What have you done to yourself?" he asked more himself then her.
Here lay his kitten, his love. Looking nearly dead in the snow, and he knew the reason was him. He kissed her cheeks gently, only pausing slightly to make the feeling last, before kissing her deeply on her still deep-red lips, holding her close as he begged her eyes to open again.
His wish granted, her blue green eyes fluttered half open, and they widened as she felt her lips already in use.
Oliver felt her pull away slightly, and he drank in her features as he gazed at her, beyond happy to see her conscious again.
"Oh Katie…thank god you're awake……I thought I'd lost you forever…" he murmured thankfully as he held her close.
Katie clung to him.
"I don't…know what…happened…or why…I did it…cold……so cold…" Katie murmured, stuttering through cracked lips.
He mind had been shocked by the cold, totally clear as memories flooded back faster then she could handle.
He still held her close, as he rested his forehead on hers, gazing into her slightly murky eyes, that were having trouble focussing on what was in front of her.
"Katie…you listening?" Oliver asked suddenly.
He received a shaky nod, and pausing to unclip his cloak and wrap it around her, he started to talk.
"I'm sorry about what I said…you're not a freak…you're my little kitten. I'll understand whatever you say, I'll agree to it. I'm so sorry about what happened Katie…I don't mean any of it anymore…just please, don't try to hurt yourself, please…forgive me?" Oliver pleaded in a rush, as he hurried to say everything.
He blushed.
"Sorry…you know guys aren't good at expressing themselves…I'll try again.
I love you Katie. I don't mean of what I said before. Please…forgive me…
I'll do anything…just…I can't not be with you…we have to be together Katie…we just have too…"
"I know…I-…I…can't live without you Oliver…"
Even though her lips were cracked and her voice shaky, those words were the most wonderful and beautiful he'd ever heard.
He pulled her to stand up, out of the snow, and pulled her close once more, resting his right temple against her left, and they stood together. Torturing themselves as they stood so close, and still didn't allow their lips to touch.
Both were plagued with their rushing emotions and thoughts.
Both were so silent, and their minds immediately changed their thoughts. Maybe the other didn't mean what she or he had said…after all that had passed between them…maybe she was still hurt and angry, and maybe he was the same…
'I've missed her so much…she must hate me for what I've done…if she wasn't so traumatised she wouldn't let me hold her…' Oliver paused. 'I'm such an idiot…how could I ever call my kitten a freak?!?'
Katie stood, not letting herself rest against him, like she sorely missed. After all she had said to him, after all she had put him though, she didn't deserve that.
'He's only letting me get this close because…because…okay, so I don't know why he's letting me get this close again…maybe he's missed me…' Katie thought hopefully. 'Nahhh…that can't be it…it's probably just a Gryffindor thing…'
Even though he knew he'd probably get slapped or yelled at, Oliver slowly raised a hand and started to stroke her hair gently, running his fingers through her messy black waves, calming and untangling it from its weeks of being looked after and not cared for. She could feel his breath on her neck and bare shoulders, and it made her shiver slightly.
'She's not yelling at me…maybe she does miss me…maybe she doesn't hate me…' Oliver sighed softly in relief, and pulled away from her gently, smiling softly at her, trying to get a response so he knew what she was thinking, trying to get confirmation that she didn't hate him…
'He's smiling at me…it's been ages since he's smiled at me…he did miss me…' Katie smiled softly back, strength returning to her cloudy, misty eyes, and she slid her arms around him, pulling him close and tight in a hug in a fond hug. A thankful, happy hug that was full of relief and memories.
Oliver held her as close as he could, his strong arms locked around her waist, his head resting against hers. He kissing her cheeks softly and took off his cloak, wrapping it around her freezing body, trying to keep her warm.
"I…missed you Ollie…" she stuttered softly, her teeth chattering as the coldness bit her hungrily.
"I've missed you more." Oliver teased tenderly, pulling her closer so she was resting against him, debating whether he should take her back to the castle.
'As soon as she's a bit warmer we'll start…' he promised himself, resting his chin on her shoulder after kissing it softly, making her giggle o so softly.
His mind suddenly cleared and a heating charm came to mind. He casted it on Katie's body, still worried about how long she'd been out there before he'd found her. "Why are you dressed like this Katie…why are you out here?" Oliver asked softly, nuzzling his cheek against her's affectionately as he could already feel her body warming up from the spell.
Katie closed her eyes, as if trying to avoid the question.
"I'm wearing this because it's cold out…and it won't keep my warm…and I'm out in the cold because I'm sick of being in the castle…" she eventually answered.
"Because of me…?" Oliver asked anxiously, hoping he wasn't the cause.
She sighed and nodded. "Yes…because of you…"
Well that's certinly a table turner...
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