VoicezWithin - I'm glad you liked the fight; it was one of my favourite
parts of the chapter!
Xzaire - Oh, don't you worry, she knew what she was doing. Thanks for the review
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To all of you that have reviewed, thank you, you ppl are awesome. I wouldn't have gotten this far without you.
Here's chapter 6, it's kinda boring in my opinion, but don't worry I have some pretty exciting things in store for Katie and Oliver!
Chapter Six: Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and A Late Night Chat
The next day, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team came to see Oliver about the game. "I'm terribly sorry Wood. Our seeker is still injured. We won't be playing you this week," Flint said in an insincere tone. "Excuse me?" Wood exclaimed. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. "Like I said, terribly sorry," he replied and walked away. Oliver felt like screaming at that moment.
***
"We're not playing Slytherin! We have to play Hufflepuff! Flint just came to me!" Wood exclaimed at the Saturday morning practice. "Why?" the team asked, curious to know why they wouldn't have the 'pleasure' of playing Slytherin.
"He said something about the seeker being injured," Oliver replied. A loud clap of thunder was heard. "That git!" Harry cried out, "He's faking it! I know it! He's perfectly fine." "I know, but it doesn't matter. We can't do anything about it now. From now on we'll have to train to Hufflepuff's style. Diggory has a completely different playing style," Oliver said crossly, "After all that damn training for Slytherin. We won't be ready in time. Maybe we should just forfeit." The team cried out in protest.
"Don't worry, we'll beat then, even if it is pouring outside. No one can beat our Harry, no one can beat the best team in years," Katie confidently said, "Not even Cedric and those Hufflepuffs." Harry blushed. "Thanks Katie." The whole team agreed with Katie. "But what about Cedric's weight? He's a whole lot bigger then Harry," George brought up. Oliver nodded in agreement. "I can do it Oliver. No Hufflepuff will beat us," Harry cried out. The team cheered and set out into the raging storm to practice.
The practice was horrible. The wind was almost hurricane force, and the rain came down in hard sheets. They couldn't see, which in turn meant they couldn't communicate. Oliver had to cut it short due to the fact that they would have all died if they stayed out there. He didn't have a good feeling about the game tomorrow. All he could do now was pray that the weather would clear up for the game.
***
The day before the game was tense and hectic. The storm was just as strong as it was at practice. Oliver was losing it; he practically followed Harry everywhere, giving him tips on Cedric's technique and how his team played their game.
Katie preferred not to think about the game. It made her too nervous, and being nervous was that last thing she felt like doing. Plus, she got a horrible feeling in her stomach every time she did for some reason.
Katie sat in Charms trying to concentrate. She had a lot on her mind. Oliver. Roger. Playing in this bloody weather. Stupid storm. She wanted to win more then anything. But thinking about Quidditch always brought her mind to Oliver. Should she give him a chance? He was an awfully nice guy, and he did seem to really like her. But so did Davies. Roger was so nice before they were together. Damn him. She was starting to hate herself for thinking about him so often. Tears came to her eyes and her breathing got heavier.
"Katie! Are you alright?" Alicia hissed. Katie snapped out of her thoughts. "Hmm? Yeah I'm fine," she murmured back, "I was just thinking about the game tomorrow. I just got lost in thinking about it." Alicia knew what she was thinking about, but didn't press on. She didn't want to upset her right now. Alicia gave her a doubtful look. "Ok, if you say so."
***
That night was just as stressful as that day. Katie sat awake, nervous and not the least bit tired, at 11 o'clock in front of the fire. She sat, mesmerized by the flickering flames, and the sound of the still violent storm. She was also completely lost in thoughts of her love life. She didn't know whether or not she wanted to give Oliver a chance. He was leaving this year, but he seemed so -- she couldn't believe she was actually thinking this -- great for her, as she played with the little enchanted swan Oliver gave her a few days ago. It was a rather sweet gesture. But she was brought back to Davies when the little voice inside of her head told her that she had thought Roger was great for her too. "Why does it always come to him!?" Katie said out loud.
"Come to what?" a voice said behind her. Katie turned around quickly, rather taken aback. "Oh Oliver, hi." "Sorry about that," Oliver said and sat down on the couch opposite her, "What are you doing up so late? We have a pretty big game tomorrow." "I know. I just couldn't sleep. I really want to win tomorrow. I want this cup so badly," she replied and wrapped her dark red blanket about her tighter. All she had on underneath was a slightly revealing tank top and a pair of black jogging pants on. Something Oliver definitely couldn't see her in.
"Yet," she thought. She scolded herself tremendously for even letting that come into her mind.
"I know. I want the same. But at least if we don't get it, you have a shot next year. But I really believe we can do this," Oliver replied, his deep, silky voice flowing in her ears. He picked a piece of fuzz off his red and blue pajama pants.
"Me too," Katie replied and eyed his dark t-shirt. It showed off his abs and pecs perfectly. Not to mention his biceps. "What am I thinking?" she thought to herself and shook her head, trying to get rid of the naughty thoughts she was beginning to have. She reprimanded herself heavily again. Now, she felt more tired then ever, and wished she were up in her bed, away from Oliver's influence.
"Are you ok?" Oliver said laughing. "Yeah. I just realized I had to tell you something. I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for all the times I've been mean to you. I didn't really mean to be. I truly do want to be your friend," Katie said and got up from the chair, "Goodnight." And with that, she walked off towards the stairs. He watched her. After she disappeared, Oliver started to think to himself. Then he spoke aloud, "Well, I'm sorry Katie. I won't accept friendship, at least not for long. One day you WILL be mine." Then Oliver too went up to bed.
Xzaire - Oh, don't you worry, she knew what she was doing. Thanks for the review
Kathy - You are my review queen! I love the reviews though so don't stop! I always enjoy reading up on your opinions!
To all of you that have reviewed, thank you, you ppl are awesome. I wouldn't have gotten this far without you.
Here's chapter 6, it's kinda boring in my opinion, but don't worry I have some pretty exciting things in store for Katie and Oliver!
Chapter Six: Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and A Late Night Chat
The next day, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team came to see Oliver about the game. "I'm terribly sorry Wood. Our seeker is still injured. We won't be playing you this week," Flint said in an insincere tone. "Excuse me?" Wood exclaimed. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. "Like I said, terribly sorry," he replied and walked away. Oliver felt like screaming at that moment.
***
"We're not playing Slytherin! We have to play Hufflepuff! Flint just came to me!" Wood exclaimed at the Saturday morning practice. "Why?" the team asked, curious to know why they wouldn't have the 'pleasure' of playing Slytherin.
"He said something about the seeker being injured," Oliver replied. A loud clap of thunder was heard. "That git!" Harry cried out, "He's faking it! I know it! He's perfectly fine." "I know, but it doesn't matter. We can't do anything about it now. From now on we'll have to train to Hufflepuff's style. Diggory has a completely different playing style," Oliver said crossly, "After all that damn training for Slytherin. We won't be ready in time. Maybe we should just forfeit." The team cried out in protest.
"Don't worry, we'll beat then, even if it is pouring outside. No one can beat our Harry, no one can beat the best team in years," Katie confidently said, "Not even Cedric and those Hufflepuffs." Harry blushed. "Thanks Katie." The whole team agreed with Katie. "But what about Cedric's weight? He's a whole lot bigger then Harry," George brought up. Oliver nodded in agreement. "I can do it Oliver. No Hufflepuff will beat us," Harry cried out. The team cheered and set out into the raging storm to practice.
The practice was horrible. The wind was almost hurricane force, and the rain came down in hard sheets. They couldn't see, which in turn meant they couldn't communicate. Oliver had to cut it short due to the fact that they would have all died if they stayed out there. He didn't have a good feeling about the game tomorrow. All he could do now was pray that the weather would clear up for the game.
***
The day before the game was tense and hectic. The storm was just as strong as it was at practice. Oliver was losing it; he practically followed Harry everywhere, giving him tips on Cedric's technique and how his team played their game.
Katie preferred not to think about the game. It made her too nervous, and being nervous was that last thing she felt like doing. Plus, she got a horrible feeling in her stomach every time she did for some reason.
Katie sat in Charms trying to concentrate. She had a lot on her mind. Oliver. Roger. Playing in this bloody weather. Stupid storm. She wanted to win more then anything. But thinking about Quidditch always brought her mind to Oliver. Should she give him a chance? He was an awfully nice guy, and he did seem to really like her. But so did Davies. Roger was so nice before they were together. Damn him. She was starting to hate herself for thinking about him so often. Tears came to her eyes and her breathing got heavier.
"Katie! Are you alright?" Alicia hissed. Katie snapped out of her thoughts. "Hmm? Yeah I'm fine," she murmured back, "I was just thinking about the game tomorrow. I just got lost in thinking about it." Alicia knew what she was thinking about, but didn't press on. She didn't want to upset her right now. Alicia gave her a doubtful look. "Ok, if you say so."
***
That night was just as stressful as that day. Katie sat awake, nervous and not the least bit tired, at 11 o'clock in front of the fire. She sat, mesmerized by the flickering flames, and the sound of the still violent storm. She was also completely lost in thoughts of her love life. She didn't know whether or not she wanted to give Oliver a chance. He was leaving this year, but he seemed so -- she couldn't believe she was actually thinking this -- great for her, as she played with the little enchanted swan Oliver gave her a few days ago. It was a rather sweet gesture. But she was brought back to Davies when the little voice inside of her head told her that she had thought Roger was great for her too. "Why does it always come to him!?" Katie said out loud.
"Come to what?" a voice said behind her. Katie turned around quickly, rather taken aback. "Oh Oliver, hi." "Sorry about that," Oliver said and sat down on the couch opposite her, "What are you doing up so late? We have a pretty big game tomorrow." "I know. I just couldn't sleep. I really want to win tomorrow. I want this cup so badly," she replied and wrapped her dark red blanket about her tighter. All she had on underneath was a slightly revealing tank top and a pair of black jogging pants on. Something Oliver definitely couldn't see her in.
"Yet," she thought. She scolded herself tremendously for even letting that come into her mind.
"I know. I want the same. But at least if we don't get it, you have a shot next year. But I really believe we can do this," Oliver replied, his deep, silky voice flowing in her ears. He picked a piece of fuzz off his red and blue pajama pants.
"Me too," Katie replied and eyed his dark t-shirt. It showed off his abs and pecs perfectly. Not to mention his biceps. "What am I thinking?" she thought to herself and shook her head, trying to get rid of the naughty thoughts she was beginning to have. She reprimanded herself heavily again. Now, she felt more tired then ever, and wished she were up in her bed, away from Oliver's influence.
"Are you ok?" Oliver said laughing. "Yeah. I just realized I had to tell you something. I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for all the times I've been mean to you. I didn't really mean to be. I truly do want to be your friend," Katie said and got up from the chair, "Goodnight." And with that, she walked off towards the stairs. He watched her. After she disappeared, Oliver started to think to himself. Then he spoke aloud, "Well, I'm sorry Katie. I won't accept friendship, at least not for long. One day you WILL be mine." Then Oliver too went up to bed.