Author's Notice: Just a silly little fic. He's a keeper (how cute is that? Come on now.) It's about cheesecake...yeah, this is for all the peeps out there who love cheesecake. Like me, for example. Esp. strawberry cheesecake! Oliver/Katie. It's...cool! Oh and by the way this wasn't grammar-checked so sorry ;) and also I really need to brush up on my quidditch knowledge, haha. I'm reading Quidditch Through the Ages tonight!
Disclaimer: The characters and quidditch and stuff belong to Jo Rowling.
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October twenty third, start of the new quidditch season. It was still nice in the afternoons, perfect quidditch practice weather. Windy, but not windy enough to blow the snitch out of the pitch. The air smelled of grass and muddy shoes, and Oliver was in his element. "Alright...guys, I have a new idea." The team groaned. Most of them had to get back to the school for homework and dinner and didn't fancy a new play. "No, it's really good," Oliver assured them. "Really good, Oliver?" Katie challenged him."How good is really good?" "Well...look here." He went on to explain a very confusing play that he wanted the team to try out. Soon enough, they were back out on the field practicing it.
"Katie."
"Yeah, Oliver?"
It had been a very long practice. Grueling, exhausting, the whole thing. And all Katie wanted to do was sleep and perhaps eat some cheesecake, not see Oliver, and certainly not talk to Oliver. Sweating was definitley not the look she was going for. She kept edging towards the locker room until he met her eyes. And then, she stopped moving around like an idiot.
"You did really well in practice today."
"Oh, thanks, you know I think we're going to have a really good team this year."
"I do too. With otter and the Weasley's and...you."
"Yeah, the play you showed us today is totally going to knock Slytherin off their..."
"Actually, I didn't really want to talk about quidditch."
"You not wanting to talk about quidditch?"
Be quiet, Katie! Her mind told her...he's going to say something important now! Be quiet for once. There we go...get your hair out of your eyes, lean on the door casually, flash him a smile. Good, good.
"Katie, I really like you."
She could've died of happiness that moment. Ah! Sweat was not a problem when a boy really liked you. A boy like Oliver...liking her! Her heart fluttered, you know how that goes, it almost jumped out and she laughed in a nervous manner.
"I like you too, Oliver."
She didn't even know how she got the words out, because it was hard for her to breathe. She'd been waiting for him to say that for so long. He looked so happy, much more cool than her. His quidditch boots untied, his cloak dirty and his dimples obvious.
"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"
"Of course! They have cheesecake in the Three Broomsticks..."
That just came out! Oops. She could've killed herself at that moment.
"I mean, not that they have cheesecake, I just want to go...with you. And have fun. And be cool."
Not another mistake. Who says that? I want to be cool? Oliver looked very confused. It was just a mistake, a mistake of her mind. For she had always thought Oliver was much too cool for a plain girl like herself and now the secret was out! But Oliver, oh so charming, covered quickly, and she loved him for it.
"You're already cool, Katie."
And this, this my friends is when he leans in and kisses her. It's getting very dark outside, perhaps even after curfew, but she doesn't care. He doesn't care either. The wind speeds up and she laughs.
"I think you're cool too, Oliver."
Later that night Katie goes up to her dorm room, still smiling from the events after practice. And the girls in the dormitory ask her what's up.
"Girls," Katie says happily, "I think I found something better than cheesecake!"
They're shocked.
And so she tells them this story.
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