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One Kiss can Break a Heart
Dating is prohibited in the Blue Flame Order…
Oliver found Katie's words echoing in his mind almost nonstop after their food fight. He mentally kicked himself for allowing what had nearly happened in the kitchen to nearly happen at all. Katie was bound by the ministry to uphold certain rules and regulations and he might have possibly ruined one of the best friendships he had.
Two days later, he and Katie had yet to make any sort of contact. They were behaving like fourth years by avoiding each other and he knew it.
"Damn it," he groaned, kicking an empty butterbeer bottle across the dusty floor.
They were adults now and they should be able to discuss what happened like adults. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure what had happened. Perhaps, the near kiss had been a figment of his imagination in which case if he brought it up, she might think he was completely daft and refuse to speak to him again. And so what if they actually had nearly kissed.
Dating is prohibited in the Blue Flame Order…
He was beginning to get tired of that phrase and was tempted to perform a memory charm on himself to forget everything. It would be simpler than arguing with himself for the rest of the week. It would also be a very immature way of dealing with the situation. There was only one thing to do about it, and he knew what it was.
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Katie scrubbed furiously at the leftover lasagna stuck to the plate. Ordinarily, she would have simply cast a charm over the soap and brillo pad and let magic handle it, but today she needed an outlet for her frustration. It was bad enough dealing with being unable to act on her feelings when she didn't know how Oliver felt, but now there was the slightest possibility that he shared those feelings.
"Get off the fucking plate!" she screamed angrily and threw the plate into the wall, narrowly missing Fred and Angelina who had just popped in.
"If you keep cleaning your dishes that way, you won't have any left in a few weeks," Fred commented dryly.
"Not to mention that visitors will stop dropping by," Angelina added.
Katie sighed and cast a cleaning spell. "Sorry, it's just been a frustrating past few days."
"Great, she nearly beheads us with a dirty plate and all she can say is that the past few days have been frustrating."
Angelina glared at George.
"Could you be anymore insensitive?" she turned to Katie, "Would you like to talk about it?"
"Not especially, but if you have any sort of gossip for me it would be greatly appreciated."
Large smirks appeared across both of their faces.
"What?" Katie asked, "Did I miss a message that Voldemort is dead and I can have my life back?"
Angelina shook her head. "Not exactly, but…"
"George has a date tonight," Fred finished.
Katie stared at them in disbelief. George, hit hardest of all by Alicia's death, was moving on. Suddenly, her own problems seemed insignificant. She threw her arms around them both.
"Who is she? Where are they going? When did this happen?"
Angelina laughed. "One question at a time!"
"Her name is Lisa," Fred told her, "She works for Dad. He asked her out this morning, and they're going to some restaurant in Hogsmeade tonight."
"This is great!" Katie hugged them again, "Tell me more about how they met. I'll get us something to drink and…"
"Sorry, we can't," Angelina cut her off apologetically, "We promised George we'd make it like a double date since he's REALLY nervous."
Katie nodded, understanding. "Tell George hello for me and…"
Her request was interrupted as Dumbledore's spell whisked them away. She turned to go back to the dishes, but there was another loud pop.
"Forget some…" her voice cut out as she realized that it was Oliver, not Fred and Angelina, who was standing in her kitchen.
He seemed uncomfortable standing in her kitchen with his hands stuffed into his pockets.
"Hello, Katie."
She managed a slight nod.
"I thought we should talk," he continued.
Finally, she regained control of her vocal cords.
"All right, perhaps…Shit!"
It was at that moment that Katie decided her kitchen was cursed and that she should request Dumbledore find her a new one. She had managed to step on the only shard of glass that the cleaning spell had missed and it was now imbedded in her foot. Blood was starting to drip onto the floor.
"Ow, ow, ow!" she cried out as she attempted to limp to her couch.
"Katie, let me help."
"I'm fine."
He rolled his eyes. Before she could protest any further, he had picked her up, carried her to the couch, and began inspecting the damage.
"It's not too deep," he told her, gently touching the area around the wound. Katie winced.
"And I'm actually a hippogriff in disguise."
"Really?" He used his wand to clean the cut. "Unlike you, I believe in using magic for treating injuries."
"I'm a sadist, so sue me," she replied, an edge of sarcasm evident in her voice.
"Katie…"
"Sorry, I'm just feeling a tad stressed."
He went to her restroom to retrieve a roll of bandages from her medicine cabinet. When he returned to the couch, Katie was playing absent-mindedly with a loose thread on her couch cushions.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you," she said softly as he gingerly wrapped the bandage around her foot.
He remained quiet, unsure of what to say or if he should even say anything at all.
"Oliver…"
"There," he pinned the bandage in place, "good as new."
"Oliver."
He looked at her. She was nervously chewing her lower lip the way she used to before Quidditch matches. His heart was pounding the way it had been those few days ago when they had been so close. Her heart was pounding just as hard.
"What?"
Their faces were so close, she could see where he had nicked himself shaving that morning. His lips pressed against hers, gently at first and then more eagerly. Katie could have sworn that her heart stopped beating. She had been waiting for this moment for so long. Then reality set in.
No member of the Blue Flame shall engage in romantic relationships...
She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him away.
"Katie, I, I'm so sorry," he whispered hoarsely.
She swallowed hard. "Maybe you should go."
He nodded.
Dating is prohibited in the Blue Flame Order…
"Katie," he croaked from the kitchen doorway, "I really am sorry."
"Please go."
She turned her face until she heard the familiar pop that meant he had reached Dumbledore and was gone.
"Damn it!" she screamed, the familiar phrase floating to the surface of her mind.
No member of the Blue Flame shall engage in romantic relationships…
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Well, thus ends chapter 6 of Fly Away. I hope you've enjoyed it so far. I'm writing as quick as I can and hope to have another chapter soon. Thanks, Karen, for putting up with me J
Arianna