That Crazy Thing Called Love
Authors Note- Well here's the next chapter. Just for the record, Oliver and Katie are not dating. They follow the Hogwarts law about relationships, they're just confused on whether to be rebellious.
Chapter Three- Pure Torture
Katie slept through morning classes. Though acting, she was very aware of Angelina attempting to violently wake her. Some point during the morning, she convinced herself that laying there and never facing her own life again would solve everything by itself.
After lunch, Alicia entered the dormitory and dragged her to the floor by the wrists.
" Go away" Katie grumbled, trying to find a comfortable position against the stone.
Alicia groaned, " come on, we've got Transfiguration. And then a match! So get your arse dressed, now!".
It was when Katie waved her hand mid air that Alicia lost all patience and began dragging her across the floor, by her hair. " Ouch, ouch, ouch! Okay, okay, I'm coming!".
In a matter of two or three minutes, she stumbled out of the common room and ran the distance to the Transfiguration classroom complete with puffy eyes and an inside out robe.
She sat next to Alicia, and coincidentally parallel from Oliver. After all, he was the reason why she stayed a bed for half the day- but he didn't know it.
Sometime during the class, Alicia scribbled ' Wood keeps eyeing you' on a parchment sheet. Even though her stomach was doing flip flops, she wrote ' yeah, well, Weasley can't keep his eyes off you' in return. She could have sworn she heard Alicia gasp upon reading.
The bell rang to end class, and Katie barely felt her own legs carrying her into the corridor. Among the crowd filing out the door, she gently grasped Oliver's wrist, and action that he can only noticed. It was indication that she wasn't to speak with him.
While their fellow students all went to the left, those two moved to the right, and stayed yards apart until completely alone.
Katie leaned on the concrete banister overlooking the large courtyard, where students were scattered. " I'm sorry Oliver" her voice cracked from not being used since yelling at Alicia. " I shouldn't have led you on like that. It wasn't fair to you".
He joined her, " it's not fair to you either'.
" I don't share sympathy" she paused, " I kissed you".
There was another pause, " if not you, I would have kissed you seconds later".
It was when she felt his fingertips brush against her sensitive skin, she turned away from the view, " we can't keep this-charade going. We've been lingering like this for a year and nothing more than silly jokes and gestures have come from it. It's nothing more or less than pure torture, and that's what the consequences will be if we're ever caught".
" It depends what kind of torture you mean Kat" the way he said that name. When Oliver placed his hand along her cheek, her breath hitched and her eyes closed, "it's torture with or without you, they're just a bit different".
Katie used all her remaining will power to step away from his hand. " I'm sorry" she lightly said, " but the Capitan hates it when we're late" and with that, she walked away.
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The match was against Slytherin, just their luck. Out of all team members, Katie was obviously the one not paying attention, not even close. The bludger whipped by her dozens of times, as did her teammates. Malfoy was using his usual comments, a few harsh ones directed towards her. And while she didn't notice at the time, Oliver was ready to send him through the goal post.
Soon enough, the match got out of hand and was turning into a collection of screaming arguments, one in which no professor was at the proper elevation to control, just when Gryffindor was in the lead. Harry and Malfoy were arguing, no better than Oliver and Marcus. Angelina had her own doing with a Slytherin beater, and the Weasley twins had their war going among themselves. Alicia and Katie stayed mounted on their brooms, watching from the sidelines.
" Casablan Encentardo!" Malfoy yelled without any warning or expectation, his wand clutched tightly in his fist.
Harry had ducked from the spell aimed for him, and instead it came in contact with the girl behind him.
" Katie!" Oliver screamed. He had looked away from Marcus, now completely ignoring him, at the precise second she slipped from her broom and went hurtling towards the ground.
Oliver grasped his broom handle and began a nose five to the ground. He landed under her seconds before she would have crashed to the ground, and caught her in his arms. The sudden extra weight caused him to flip over and land three inches to the ground. The remainder of the team members were landing on the field, several students and teachers from the stands.
Oliver gently laid her unconscious body in the sand, " Katie, Katie, come on, can you hear me?".
There was no response, by the time McGonagall reached them. " She's been hit with a fatal charm" she announced after seeing the victims pale face, " Wood, you have younger legs, can you get her to the hospital wing?".
He frantically nodded, gently lifting her limp body into his arms. Not wanting to risk anything worse by running, he slowly sped to the castle.
Authors Note- Well here's the next chapter. Just for the record, Oliver and Katie are not dating. They follow the Hogwarts law about relationships, they're just confused on whether to be rebellious.
Chapter Three- Pure Torture
Katie slept through morning classes. Though acting, she was very aware of Angelina attempting to violently wake her. Some point during the morning, she convinced herself that laying there and never facing her own life again would solve everything by itself.
After lunch, Alicia entered the dormitory and dragged her to the floor by the wrists.
" Go away" Katie grumbled, trying to find a comfortable position against the stone.
Alicia groaned, " come on, we've got Transfiguration. And then a match! So get your arse dressed, now!".
It was when Katie waved her hand mid air that Alicia lost all patience and began dragging her across the floor, by her hair. " Ouch, ouch, ouch! Okay, okay, I'm coming!".
In a matter of two or three minutes, she stumbled out of the common room and ran the distance to the Transfiguration classroom complete with puffy eyes and an inside out robe.
She sat next to Alicia, and coincidentally parallel from Oliver. After all, he was the reason why she stayed a bed for half the day- but he didn't know it.
Sometime during the class, Alicia scribbled ' Wood keeps eyeing you' on a parchment sheet. Even though her stomach was doing flip flops, she wrote ' yeah, well, Weasley can't keep his eyes off you' in return. She could have sworn she heard Alicia gasp upon reading.
The bell rang to end class, and Katie barely felt her own legs carrying her into the corridor. Among the crowd filing out the door, she gently grasped Oliver's wrist, and action that he can only noticed. It was indication that she wasn't to speak with him.
While their fellow students all went to the left, those two moved to the right, and stayed yards apart until completely alone.
Katie leaned on the concrete banister overlooking the large courtyard, where students were scattered. " I'm sorry Oliver" her voice cracked from not being used since yelling at Alicia. " I shouldn't have led you on like that. It wasn't fair to you".
He joined her, " it's not fair to you either'.
" I don't share sympathy" she paused, " I kissed you".
There was another pause, " if not you, I would have kissed you seconds later".
It was when she felt his fingertips brush against her sensitive skin, she turned away from the view, " we can't keep this-charade going. We've been lingering like this for a year and nothing more than silly jokes and gestures have come from it. It's nothing more or less than pure torture, and that's what the consequences will be if we're ever caught".
" It depends what kind of torture you mean Kat" the way he said that name. When Oliver placed his hand along her cheek, her breath hitched and her eyes closed, "it's torture with or without you, they're just a bit different".
Katie used all her remaining will power to step away from his hand. " I'm sorry" she lightly said, " but the Capitan hates it when we're late" and with that, she walked away.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The match was against Slytherin, just their luck. Out of all team members, Katie was obviously the one not paying attention, not even close. The bludger whipped by her dozens of times, as did her teammates. Malfoy was using his usual comments, a few harsh ones directed towards her. And while she didn't notice at the time, Oliver was ready to send him through the goal post.
Soon enough, the match got out of hand and was turning into a collection of screaming arguments, one in which no professor was at the proper elevation to control, just when Gryffindor was in the lead. Harry and Malfoy were arguing, no better than Oliver and Marcus. Angelina had her own doing with a Slytherin beater, and the Weasley twins had their war going among themselves. Alicia and Katie stayed mounted on their brooms, watching from the sidelines.
" Casablan Encentardo!" Malfoy yelled without any warning or expectation, his wand clutched tightly in his fist.
Harry had ducked from the spell aimed for him, and instead it came in contact with the girl behind him.
" Katie!" Oliver screamed. He had looked away from Marcus, now completely ignoring him, at the precise second she slipped from her broom and went hurtling towards the ground.
Oliver grasped his broom handle and began a nose five to the ground. He landed under her seconds before she would have crashed to the ground, and caught her in his arms. The sudden extra weight caused him to flip over and land three inches to the ground. The remainder of the team members were landing on the field, several students and teachers from the stands.
Oliver gently laid her unconscious body in the sand, " Katie, Katie, come on, can you hear me?".
There was no response, by the time McGonagall reached them. " She's been hit with a fatal charm" she announced after seeing the victims pale face, " Wood, you have younger legs, can you get her to the hospital wing?".
He frantically nodded, gently lifting her limp body into his arms. Not wanting to risk anything worse by running, he slowly sped to the castle.