Chap. 4 of Oliver...
(She Let her hair fall and when she brought her head back up she was face to face with a rather
wet, tired looking Oliver.)
"Damnit Oliver! What the Hell are you doing in here?!"
"I was going to ask you the same thing."
"What do you me-" She looked around, the steam had cleared. "Oh"
Chuckling he said "Yea, boy's locker room. Get lost?"
Her face went all hot and cold at the same time. Her clothes slipped from her hands.
"What's the matter? You look like you've just seen a ghost! I didn't hear one."
Katie had been looking at him, eyes glazed. He had a gold towel wrapped around his hips. His
chest was moving with his slow steady breaths. He had perfectly shaped, tan arms.
"Wow" She whispered.
She looked up to find him grinning.
"I ah..."she began "It looked like there was a thread loose on your towel, one of my pet peeves
you know..." she said this all very fast.
She felt her face burn. "Dammit!" She thought. Oliver was standing in the way of her escape. She
ran anyway, holding her towel up. She was outside the locker room when she realized she was
garbed in nothing more than a towel. She put her head back against the wall and slid down it. No
use going back there. He was probably changing. She started to think about what it might be like.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even hear the padding of feet.
Oliver walked out of the locker room, fully dressed. He looked down at her, and she looked up.
"We seem to run into each other quite often these days." He sat down beside her. "Oh, I have to
get my clothes" she started to stand. But he stopped her. "I grabbed them on my way out." He
handed the bundle over.
All of her stuff was there except..."Did you grab anything else?"
"Uh...Don't think so" he searched his left pocket then, his right. Blushing he pulled out her pink
underwear from his pocket. "Sorry bout that"
She tugged it into the twisted mass of clothes, and looked up, acting as if it wasn't a big deal.
Oliver sat down beside Katie.
Katie watched him sit, " what are you doing?"
"Sitting" He smiled and looked at her. "You can't be out here by yourself"
Kaite sighed and tilted her head to see the moon better. But Oliver's shoulder was in the way.
She decided to leave her head there. He was looking up too. "You see that star? That's my star.
It's the only one I ever thought was worth looking at. But I found more stars that I like to look at.
Like the ones I see in your eyes." He was looking deep into her eyes. She couldn't help but stare
helplessly into his. That is an awful cheesy line, Katie thought. But, he sounded genuine. He
cupped her cheek and kissed her. Tenderly. She let her mind wash away the worries and cares of
the day, and absorbed Oliver. Breathing him in.
He pulled back gently. He moved her against his chest. She was wonderfully warm in his arms.
He moved his hands up and down her arm, tracing little circles.
She woke up and it was light outside. She felt something tickling her arm she looked over and
Oliver was tracing patterns in to her arm, his brows furrowed in concentration. She laughed out
loud, starling him. He had been working on Quidditch tactics.
Oliver stood and helped Katie up. As she stood she remember her towel.
But it was securely fastened.
"Your towel kept falling last night so I did a quick spell to fasten it around your chest."
I smiled up at him, still tired.
"What time is it?" Katie yawned.
"Almost seven o'clock"
"Great hour to practice at"
"Are you kidding? Aren't you exhausted?"
"Never too tired for Quidditch!"
"That's my girl."
"Beat you to the Broom shed!"
"Your not even dressed!"
"Oh right!" she laughed as she turned around to get her clothes. But they weren't there.
"Here" Oliver handed her the bundle.
"Thanks" She smiled up at him.
She ran into the Girls locker room and changed. When she ran back out, Oliver wasn't there.
"Oliver!" She shouted playfully.
"What are you doing?" It was Angelina.
"Nothing" Katie answered coldly.
Every angry emotion rushed back to as she looked at Angelina.
"I have to go"
"But where have you been? We were all worried when you didn't come up to bed last night"
"I stayed in the common room"
"Why?"
Katie was about to tell Angelina off for asking all these questions. But a loud noise made her stop.
Angelina and Katie ran over to where it came from. George was under Oliver. And Oliver had
his fist raised.
"What are you doing?!" Angelina cried.
"Clearing something up" George spat as Oliver let him go.
Oliver's lip was bleeding. George must be mad to pick a fight with Oliver. Katie walked towards
Oliver, who was holding his lip and looking at her. "Are you alright?" Katie asked.
He sighed "I'm fine"
"What hap-"
"Nothing"
And he walked up to the Castle.
( this Chapter has been edited since original publication)
(She Let her hair fall and when she brought her head back up she was face to face with a rather
wet, tired looking Oliver.)
"Damnit Oliver! What the Hell are you doing in here?!"
"I was going to ask you the same thing."
"What do you me-" She looked around, the steam had cleared. "Oh"
Chuckling he said "Yea, boy's locker room. Get lost?"
Her face went all hot and cold at the same time. Her clothes slipped from her hands.
"What's the matter? You look like you've just seen a ghost! I didn't hear one."
Katie had been looking at him, eyes glazed. He had a gold towel wrapped around his hips. His
chest was moving with his slow steady breaths. He had perfectly shaped, tan arms.
"Wow" She whispered.
She looked up to find him grinning.
"I ah..."she began "It looked like there was a thread loose on your towel, one of my pet peeves
you know..." she said this all very fast.
She felt her face burn. "Dammit!" She thought. Oliver was standing in the way of her escape. She
ran anyway, holding her towel up. She was outside the locker room when she realized she was
garbed in nothing more than a towel. She put her head back against the wall and slid down it. No
use going back there. He was probably changing. She started to think about what it might be like.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even hear the padding of feet.
Oliver walked out of the locker room, fully dressed. He looked down at her, and she looked up.
"We seem to run into each other quite often these days." He sat down beside her. "Oh, I have to
get my clothes" she started to stand. But he stopped her. "I grabbed them on my way out." He
handed the bundle over.
All of her stuff was there except..."Did you grab anything else?"
"Uh...Don't think so" he searched his left pocket then, his right. Blushing he pulled out her pink
underwear from his pocket. "Sorry bout that"
She tugged it into the twisted mass of clothes, and looked up, acting as if it wasn't a big deal.
Oliver sat down beside Katie.
Katie watched him sit, " what are you doing?"
"Sitting" He smiled and looked at her. "You can't be out here by yourself"
Kaite sighed and tilted her head to see the moon better. But Oliver's shoulder was in the way.
She decided to leave her head there. He was looking up too. "You see that star? That's my star.
It's the only one I ever thought was worth looking at. But I found more stars that I like to look at.
Like the ones I see in your eyes." He was looking deep into her eyes. She couldn't help but stare
helplessly into his. That is an awful cheesy line, Katie thought. But, he sounded genuine. He
cupped her cheek and kissed her. Tenderly. She let her mind wash away the worries and cares of
the day, and absorbed Oliver. Breathing him in.
He pulled back gently. He moved her against his chest. She was wonderfully warm in his arms.
He moved his hands up and down her arm, tracing little circles.
She woke up and it was light outside. She felt something tickling her arm she looked over and
Oliver was tracing patterns in to her arm, his brows furrowed in concentration. She laughed out
loud, starling him. He had been working on Quidditch tactics.
Oliver stood and helped Katie up. As she stood she remember her towel.
But it was securely fastened.
"Your towel kept falling last night so I did a quick spell to fasten it around your chest."
I smiled up at him, still tired.
"What time is it?" Katie yawned.
"Almost seven o'clock"
"Great hour to practice at"
"Are you kidding? Aren't you exhausted?"
"Never too tired for Quidditch!"
"That's my girl."
"Beat you to the Broom shed!"
"Your not even dressed!"
"Oh right!" she laughed as she turned around to get her clothes. But they weren't there.
"Here" Oliver handed her the bundle.
"Thanks" She smiled up at him.
She ran into the Girls locker room and changed. When she ran back out, Oliver wasn't there.
"Oliver!" She shouted playfully.
"What are you doing?" It was Angelina.
"Nothing" Katie answered coldly.
Every angry emotion rushed back to as she looked at Angelina.
"I have to go"
"But where have you been? We were all worried when you didn't come up to bed last night"
"I stayed in the common room"
"Why?"
Katie was about to tell Angelina off for asking all these questions. But a loud noise made her stop.
Angelina and Katie ran over to where it came from. George was under Oliver. And Oliver had
his fist raised.
"What are you doing?!" Angelina cried.
"Clearing something up" George spat as Oliver let him go.
Oliver's lip was bleeding. George must be mad to pick a fight with Oliver. Katie walked towards
Oliver, who was holding his lip and looking at her. "Are you alright?" Katie asked.
He sighed "I'm fine"
"What hap-"
"Nothing"
And he walked up to the Castle.
( this Chapter has been edited since original publication)