I guess it all started on a typical Monday. I was going to go crazy,
because we had a match against Hufflepuff that evening. There was no way I
was going to let Cedric Diggory beat us. That guy drives me nuts. Anyway,
Katie and I were on the couch in the common room, waiting for the game to
start, and I might mention that we had a good snogging session. We set off
towards the locker rooms, preparing ourselves for the upcoming match. "It's
going to be fine Oliver," Katie assured. "We'll do great. You know we can
win."
"Yeah, I hope," I said, leaning down to give her a quick kiss, before the locker room doors opened, and we flew out onto the pitch.
The match started out great. Katie and Alicia scored the first 3 goals of the match, putting us ahead 30 to 0. I was busy cheering on Harry, who was racing towards the snitch, when I heard Katie scream. I whipped around on my broom, just in time to see a bludger smack her head, and her body smack against the ground.
The team crowded around, and Madame Hooch came running over, followed by McGonagall. I scooped up Katie's light, limp body in my arms. "Wood, hospital wing. Now," McGonagall said abruptly. I nodded and hurried off, with Katie in my arms.
I reached the hospital wing, and kicked the door open. Madame Pomfrey came bustling over, and ordered me to lay Katie down on a bed. I did as I was told, and stared down at her. Her face was pale, and she looked terrible. I felt sick, and sat down in a chair, as not to faint. "Oh dear," Madame Pomfrey muttered.
"Is she going to be ok?" I croaked. Madame Pomfrey sighed.
"I hope," she said. "I hope." The door banged open, and the rest of the team hurried in. Alicia let out a gasp when she saw Katie. Angelina went pale, the twins, speechless, and Harry looked like a ghost. I guess he was kind of new to this, since he's usually the one who's lying on the bed.
"Will she be ok?" Alicia asked.
"It seems that way," Madame Pomfrey same. "We just have to wait for her to wake up."
"When will that be?" I asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.
"I don't know," Madame Pomfrey said.
"She will wake up, won't she?" George asked.
"Of course," Madame Pomfrey said. I stared at Katie. I instantly felt sick. I should have caught her. I should have protected her.
"It's all my fault," Fred said. "I was closest to her. I should've blocked the bludger." I couldn't blame Fred. I couldn't blame anyone. It wasn't anyone's fault.
"It's not your fault," I said to him. "It's no one's." I sighed. "Wake up," I whispered. "Wake up Kit-Kat. I love you. Wake up." We were all silent for a couple of moments, before Katie stirred.
"Uhh," she groaned. I jumped up, knocking the chair over. Madame Pomfrey glared at me, but I ignored her.
"Katie!" I exclaimed. However, she didn't respond.
"It's just reflexes," Madame Pomfrey explained. I groaned, picked the chair up, and sat back down. "You had better get to dinner," Madame Pomfrey said. The team took one last glance at Katie, and left.
"Can't I stay?" I begged.
"No," Madame Pomfrey said. "This girl needs her rest." Why? She's unconscious! What if she wakes up?
"Please?" I continued to beg.
"No." God damnit! Dumbass bitch! Won't even let me stay with my girlfriend. I leaned down, kissed Katie, much to Madame, or should I say Madman, Pomfrey's displeasure. I headed out the door, feeling sick. Katie, my girlfriend, was lying unconscious in the hospital wing, and there's nothing I could do about it.
(I'm so sorry that it's so short, and boring! Don't hate me! Ok, everyone does, but don't hurt me! I'll try to update soon! REVIEW!)
"Yeah, I hope," I said, leaning down to give her a quick kiss, before the locker room doors opened, and we flew out onto the pitch.
The match started out great. Katie and Alicia scored the first 3 goals of the match, putting us ahead 30 to 0. I was busy cheering on Harry, who was racing towards the snitch, when I heard Katie scream. I whipped around on my broom, just in time to see a bludger smack her head, and her body smack against the ground.
The team crowded around, and Madame Hooch came running over, followed by McGonagall. I scooped up Katie's light, limp body in my arms. "Wood, hospital wing. Now," McGonagall said abruptly. I nodded and hurried off, with Katie in my arms.
I reached the hospital wing, and kicked the door open. Madame Pomfrey came bustling over, and ordered me to lay Katie down on a bed. I did as I was told, and stared down at her. Her face was pale, and she looked terrible. I felt sick, and sat down in a chair, as not to faint. "Oh dear," Madame Pomfrey muttered.
"Is she going to be ok?" I croaked. Madame Pomfrey sighed.
"I hope," she said. "I hope." The door banged open, and the rest of the team hurried in. Alicia let out a gasp when she saw Katie. Angelina went pale, the twins, speechless, and Harry looked like a ghost. I guess he was kind of new to this, since he's usually the one who's lying on the bed.
"Will she be ok?" Alicia asked.
"It seems that way," Madame Pomfrey same. "We just have to wait for her to wake up."
"When will that be?" I asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.
"I don't know," Madame Pomfrey said.
"She will wake up, won't she?" George asked.
"Of course," Madame Pomfrey said. I stared at Katie. I instantly felt sick. I should have caught her. I should have protected her.
"It's all my fault," Fred said. "I was closest to her. I should've blocked the bludger." I couldn't blame Fred. I couldn't blame anyone. It wasn't anyone's fault.
"It's not your fault," I said to him. "It's no one's." I sighed. "Wake up," I whispered. "Wake up Kit-Kat. I love you. Wake up." We were all silent for a couple of moments, before Katie stirred.
"Uhh," she groaned. I jumped up, knocking the chair over. Madame Pomfrey glared at me, but I ignored her.
"Katie!" I exclaimed. However, she didn't respond.
"It's just reflexes," Madame Pomfrey explained. I groaned, picked the chair up, and sat back down. "You had better get to dinner," Madame Pomfrey said. The team took one last glance at Katie, and left.
"Can't I stay?" I begged.
"No," Madame Pomfrey said. "This girl needs her rest." Why? She's unconscious! What if she wakes up?
"Please?" I continued to beg.
"No." God damnit! Dumbass bitch! Won't even let me stay with my girlfriend. I leaned down, kissed Katie, much to Madame, or should I say Madman, Pomfrey's displeasure. I headed out the door, feeling sick. Katie, my girlfriend, was lying unconscious in the hospital wing, and there's nothing I could do about it.
(I'm so sorry that it's so short, and boring! Don't hate me! Ok, everyone does, but don't hurt me! I'll try to update soon! REVIEW!)