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Without further ado, Chapter Seven!
Chapter Seven: The Hufflepuff Game
The days leading up to the game were completely nerve wrecking for Oliver. He needed this. His whole Quidditch career was leading up to this, even if it was just a game. But this game was vital; they needed to win to advance.
The morning of the game, Oliver woke up with his nerves on overdrive. His room was dark from the storm. The rain was hitting the window in hard sheets. He looked out at the rain and sighed. He didn't have a good feeling about today. He lay back down for a few minutes before getting up and getting dressed in his Quidditch gear.
After he finished dressing, he walked up to the 6th year floor, and entered the room of his three chasers, Angelina, Alicia, and (he smiled to himself) Katie.
"Girls! Rise and shine! It's time for a spot of breakfast before our game!" Oliver announced and started to shake the girls awake. "Oliver! Get out! It's still dark out," Angelina mumbled from somewhere under the covers of her bed. "That's the storm, darling. Now up!" he said poking Alicia. Alicia started to moan, "Oliver! No! Let us sleep, the game is not for another 2 hours!" "Up, my wonderful chasers!" he called. He moved to Katie's bed and sat down. "Hey gorgeous, it's time to get up," he said softly, while stroking her bare shoulder with a flower. "I don't want to get up," she mumbled, pushing whatever it was on her shoulder off. "I don't care. You are getting up," he said and stuck the deep red rose under her nose.
"Is that a rose?" she asked opening her eyes slowly. Katie loved roses. But how did Oliver know that? "Yes. Now if you get up you can have it," he told her pulling her up into a sitting position. "Where did you get it, it's the middle of winter!" she said attempting to lay back down. "I am a wizard after all. Plus I know how much you love them," he said pulling her up again. She glared. "I hate you Oliver," she said and got out of bed. "No, you don't," Oliver called after her as she made her way to the bathroom.
He admired her as she walked to the bathroom. He loved how her golden hair was pulled into a messy bun, and he loved the way the pink tank top and black sweat pants looked on her. He loved the way she walked. He loved everything about her. He sighed heavily. He only snapped out of it when he heard Alicia say, "He's got it bad." Angelina nodded in agreement, and they giggled.
***
The wind and rain still roared as the entire Gryffindor Quidditch Team made their way to the change room. The walk was as quiet as death; no one spoke a word. Everyone was too nervous to speak.
When they entered, everyone except Oliver sat down on the bench that lined the wall. "Ok team. This is it. I know it's horrible outside, but we can do this. I know it," Oliver said as he paced in front of his team. "So do we Oliver, don't worry so much," Fred said, his normally vibrant blue eyes abnormally worried. "Yeah Oliver, nothing to worry about," George said running his hand through the mess of red hair more then usual.
The girls on the team were much more relaxed. "Oliver. Just calm down and breathe. We know what to do," Angelina spoke up. "A little rain doesn't bother us," Alicia said as she got up, "Now let's go and win this game!" Oliver nodded. "Let's go then." The team rose and walked toward the doors leading to the pitch.
"Katie," Oliver said, as she was just about to walk out the door. "Hmm?" she said turning to him. "Do you really think we can win this?" he said stepping a bit closer to her. She nodded, her green eyes looking up at him warmly. "This is weird," Oliver thought to himself, as Katie had never looked at him with any form of caring. "Yes, I do. We have the best team. Don't worry, Oliver," she said soothingly as she placed her hand on his cheek, "We'll have the cup this year. And how did you know I love roses?" "I didn't. I just thought they were almost as beautiful as you are. I just thought you'd like it," he said smiling softly at her. "Well thank you. It was too nice of you," she replied. She then walked out the door, and out into the horrible weather onto the pitch.
***
"I can't believe it," Katie said, looking at the body of Harry Potter lying in the Hospital Wing. "He must have fallen almost a hundred feet," Alicia squeaked out. Angelina just stood there. She couldn't find any words to say. "It happened so fast," George said. And with that, Harry's eyes opened.
"Harry!" his friend, and a Weasley brother, Ron exclaimed. "What happened?" Harry asked, slowly sitting up. "The dementors came to the game. You feel off your broom," Fred said. "We didn't lose, did we?" Harry asked worried. "Yeah. We did. Diggory caught the snitch before anyone saw that you were starting to fall. Cedric offered to have a re- match, but even Wood admitted that they won fair and square," George said. "Where's Wood anyway?" Harry inquired. "In the showers, probably trying to drown himself," Fred told him. "And my broom. Where's my broom?" he asked anxious. Katie looked away. She had seen it as it hit the Whomping Willow. She turned to hear Hermione say, "It hit the Whomping Willow, oh Harry, I'm sorry." She gave him the remaining pieces of his faithful broom. Everyone's heart almost broke in two when they saw Harry's face.
"Katie, go check on Wood," Angelina said. "Why me?" Katie shot back. "Because. I saw the way you two were looking at each other before we went onto the pitch. He'd rather have you there then any of us. We'll talk to him later. He needs you right now," Alicia said, and Angelina pushed her out the Hospital Wing door and out into the hall. She didn't even have time to respond or fight back. They shut the door hurriedly in her face. "Thanks girls," Katie said to the door and then started toward the Quidditch change room.
***
She walked in and found Oliver sitting with his head in his hands on the bench. He looked up when he heard the door shut. "Katie." That was the only thing he could say. "Why didn't you come to see Harry?" she asked sitting down beside him. "I don't know. I just couldn't. It's just too hard. We're out of the running, and Harry. I thought he was dead," Oliver replied. "Well he isn't. He'd like to see you, you know. We're not out of the running. Ravenclaw has to beat Hufflepuff and then Slytherin has to beat Ravenclaw. Or something like that. You'll have to talk to George or Fred about it. They figured it all out. But we can still definitely get the cup," Katie told the keeper confidently.
Oliver looked up at her. "Thanks Katie." She shrugged, "Oh well, what are friends for?" He smiled and hugged her. She was shocked, but let him. He was upset and he DID need her there. Wait a minute, what was she thinking?! She stood up. "Are you ok Katie?" "No," she said, "No I'm not." She ran off to find Angelina. She had to talk with her about something.
Drop-depp-gorgeous - Thanx for the great review
Kathy - I'm only kind to my kind reviewers. I think you'll like this chapter.
DreamerLady - That's crazy, but in a good way. Keep up the good work with your story. There's another sweet part in this chapter!
Without further ado, Chapter Seven!
Chapter Seven: The Hufflepuff Game
The days leading up to the game were completely nerve wrecking for Oliver. He needed this. His whole Quidditch career was leading up to this, even if it was just a game. But this game was vital; they needed to win to advance.
The morning of the game, Oliver woke up with his nerves on overdrive. His room was dark from the storm. The rain was hitting the window in hard sheets. He looked out at the rain and sighed. He didn't have a good feeling about today. He lay back down for a few minutes before getting up and getting dressed in his Quidditch gear.
After he finished dressing, he walked up to the 6th year floor, and entered the room of his three chasers, Angelina, Alicia, and (he smiled to himself) Katie.
"Girls! Rise and shine! It's time for a spot of breakfast before our game!" Oliver announced and started to shake the girls awake. "Oliver! Get out! It's still dark out," Angelina mumbled from somewhere under the covers of her bed. "That's the storm, darling. Now up!" he said poking Alicia. Alicia started to moan, "Oliver! No! Let us sleep, the game is not for another 2 hours!" "Up, my wonderful chasers!" he called. He moved to Katie's bed and sat down. "Hey gorgeous, it's time to get up," he said softly, while stroking her bare shoulder with a flower. "I don't want to get up," she mumbled, pushing whatever it was on her shoulder off. "I don't care. You are getting up," he said and stuck the deep red rose under her nose.
"Is that a rose?" she asked opening her eyes slowly. Katie loved roses. But how did Oliver know that? "Yes. Now if you get up you can have it," he told her pulling her up into a sitting position. "Where did you get it, it's the middle of winter!" she said attempting to lay back down. "I am a wizard after all. Plus I know how much you love them," he said pulling her up again. She glared. "I hate you Oliver," she said and got out of bed. "No, you don't," Oliver called after her as she made her way to the bathroom.
He admired her as she walked to the bathroom. He loved how her golden hair was pulled into a messy bun, and he loved the way the pink tank top and black sweat pants looked on her. He loved the way she walked. He loved everything about her. He sighed heavily. He only snapped out of it when he heard Alicia say, "He's got it bad." Angelina nodded in agreement, and they giggled.
***
The wind and rain still roared as the entire Gryffindor Quidditch Team made their way to the change room. The walk was as quiet as death; no one spoke a word. Everyone was too nervous to speak.
When they entered, everyone except Oliver sat down on the bench that lined the wall. "Ok team. This is it. I know it's horrible outside, but we can do this. I know it," Oliver said as he paced in front of his team. "So do we Oliver, don't worry so much," Fred said, his normally vibrant blue eyes abnormally worried. "Yeah Oliver, nothing to worry about," George said running his hand through the mess of red hair more then usual.
The girls on the team were much more relaxed. "Oliver. Just calm down and breathe. We know what to do," Angelina spoke up. "A little rain doesn't bother us," Alicia said as she got up, "Now let's go and win this game!" Oliver nodded. "Let's go then." The team rose and walked toward the doors leading to the pitch.
"Katie," Oliver said, as she was just about to walk out the door. "Hmm?" she said turning to him. "Do you really think we can win this?" he said stepping a bit closer to her. She nodded, her green eyes looking up at him warmly. "This is weird," Oliver thought to himself, as Katie had never looked at him with any form of caring. "Yes, I do. We have the best team. Don't worry, Oliver," she said soothingly as she placed her hand on his cheek, "We'll have the cup this year. And how did you know I love roses?" "I didn't. I just thought they were almost as beautiful as you are. I just thought you'd like it," he said smiling softly at her. "Well thank you. It was too nice of you," she replied. She then walked out the door, and out into the horrible weather onto the pitch.
***
"I can't believe it," Katie said, looking at the body of Harry Potter lying in the Hospital Wing. "He must have fallen almost a hundred feet," Alicia squeaked out. Angelina just stood there. She couldn't find any words to say. "It happened so fast," George said. And with that, Harry's eyes opened.
"Harry!" his friend, and a Weasley brother, Ron exclaimed. "What happened?" Harry asked, slowly sitting up. "The dementors came to the game. You feel off your broom," Fred said. "We didn't lose, did we?" Harry asked worried. "Yeah. We did. Diggory caught the snitch before anyone saw that you were starting to fall. Cedric offered to have a re- match, but even Wood admitted that they won fair and square," George said. "Where's Wood anyway?" Harry inquired. "In the showers, probably trying to drown himself," Fred told him. "And my broom. Where's my broom?" he asked anxious. Katie looked away. She had seen it as it hit the Whomping Willow. She turned to hear Hermione say, "It hit the Whomping Willow, oh Harry, I'm sorry." She gave him the remaining pieces of his faithful broom. Everyone's heart almost broke in two when they saw Harry's face.
"Katie, go check on Wood," Angelina said. "Why me?" Katie shot back. "Because. I saw the way you two were looking at each other before we went onto the pitch. He'd rather have you there then any of us. We'll talk to him later. He needs you right now," Alicia said, and Angelina pushed her out the Hospital Wing door and out into the hall. She didn't even have time to respond or fight back. They shut the door hurriedly in her face. "Thanks girls," Katie said to the door and then started toward the Quidditch change room.
***
She walked in and found Oliver sitting with his head in his hands on the bench. He looked up when he heard the door shut. "Katie." That was the only thing he could say. "Why didn't you come to see Harry?" she asked sitting down beside him. "I don't know. I just couldn't. It's just too hard. We're out of the running, and Harry. I thought he was dead," Oliver replied. "Well he isn't. He'd like to see you, you know. We're not out of the running. Ravenclaw has to beat Hufflepuff and then Slytherin has to beat Ravenclaw. Or something like that. You'll have to talk to George or Fred about it. They figured it all out. But we can still definitely get the cup," Katie told the keeper confidently.
Oliver looked up at her. "Thanks Katie." She shrugged, "Oh well, what are friends for?" He smiled and hugged her. She was shocked, but let him. He was upset and he DID need her there. Wait a minute, what was she thinking?! She stood up. "Are you ok Katie?" "No," she said, "No I'm not." She ran off to find Angelina. She had to talk with her about something.