Chasing Oliver

~By Pixie~

Chapter Four – Quitter.

The next day, after classes had ended for the day Caoilin Mac Brádaigh sought out Professor McGonagall. Thankfully, the Head of Gryffindor was in her room, and Caoilin simply walked in.

"Miss Mac Brádaigh! What is the meaning of this lack of manners? Go outside and knock, and try again," the stern teacher reprimanded, looking up from grading a homework task.

Caoilin groaned, but knowing she had to behave today, turned on her heel and entered the polite way.

"So, Miss Mac Brádaigh what brings you here today?" Professor Mc Gonagall asked, setting down the scroll she was working on.

"Well, Minerva"-

"Professor McGonagall,"

"Professor," Caoilin wrinkled her nose. Formalities really weren't her type of thing. "I have to quit the Quidditch team."

"What?!"

"You heard me, I have to quit,"

"But why?" Professor McGonagall couldn't understand this "Has Wood been giving you trouble? I knew he wasn't going to be too happy about me putting you in the team ahead of one of his friends but I thought when he saw you fly he'd change his mind."

Caoilin was beginning to feel a little uneasy. This would be the perfect time to rat on Oliver. But, he'd most likely loose the captaincy and be kicked off the team. She couldn't do that to him, no matter how much he made her blood boil. Quidditch was obviously all he cared about.

"I just can't," the girl insisted, wishing she could think of a decent excuse "I just don't want to play anymore."

Knowing she was rather cornered, and would eventually be made tell the truth, Caoilin dashed out of the room, leaving Professor McGonagall in a state of confusion.

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Oliver had just gotten back from a trip to the library-his History of Magic essay was due the next day, and he hadn't started. Too much quidditch made for a very unorganized Oliver indeed.

"Have you heard?" George Weasley demanded as he stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room. Oliver's face was a picture of complete confusion.

"Heard what?"

"The new girl quit the team. Mc Gonagall was looking for you before, she told us,"- George said before Fred broke in

"To tell you, that you have to see her tomorrow after dinner."

"Mac Brádaigh quit?" Oliver exclaimed, half horrified, half not knowing whether to believe his luck or not.

"Yep," Fred said bluntly "she's over there-reading. Doesn't even look like she cares. Good work Oliver, I thought it'd take her longer than this to quit,"

Oliver shook his head "Nah Fred, now Mc Gonagall will be on my back-she'll think I made her quit! And I know Mac Brádaigh doesn't like me, so she probably told Mc Gonagall that I didn't tell her about training or something."

He looked over at the small girl sitting curled up reading in an armchair by the fire. Shaking his head, he shrugged and walked over to her.

"Why did you quit?" He demanded. Caoilin looked up, her green eyes filled with regret and determination. She truly didn't want to have had to quit the team, and now that she had it seemed like a part of her had died-as extreme and poetic as that sounds.

She shrugged and went back to reading.

"Tell me Mac Brádaigh," he said a bit louder.

"Noth-ing," she enunciated "go away. What's it to you anyway."

"Well for starters I'm going to be kicked off the team because of what you must have told Mc Genial," he said, his voice rising "I should've known you were a quitter."

Caoilin snapped her book shut and stood up, fully aware that she was quite a bit shorter than Oliver.

"For your information, I never once told Mc Gonagall that you were a complete git towards me," Caoilin half-yelled at him, her temper snapping.

"You didn't? But you hate me," Oliver countered, matching her for volume

"No I don't you idiotic prat! Why would I do something to get you kicked off a team that obviously means more to you than anyone else ever could!" Caoilin shouted, storming off up to the girl's dorms.

"Then why on earth did you quit?!" Oliver demanded.

"Because you don't like me," she said coldly, leaning over the balcony to deliver her solemn words to him (and the rest of the Common Room, who were sitting there in awe) "and if you don't like me, then I can't play quidditch with you, which I love- so don't accuse me of anything. I did this for you, you insufferable prat."

With that, she stalked off into the dorms, slamming the door behind her.

Oliver simply sat there with a stunned look on his face. How on earth did that happen? He thought to himself, sighing.

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End of Chapter Four.

A/N: Sorry it's a short chapter, and that

It's a day late,

I promise it'll be a longer chapter next time.

Thanks for the reviews,

It really does inspire me to keep receiving news that people

Actually read this fic!

I personally really like writing it, and I'm glad others are

Enjoying reading it.

Next Chapter:

Caoilin refuses to talk to Oliver when he…

Apologizes…surprisingly.

And things happen…yes, * things *…

~Pixie~

Review Pu-lease? I promise the next chapter will be out by Friday, and if there are a lot of reviews for this chapter, it might be a double chapter update. *winks*