On Top of It All
A/N: Thanks to the people who reviewed! You're awesome. Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. Between working on "Without You" and school restarting, I've been really busy. HpFanForever, my story is not better than yours! In fact, I wouldn't have even started it if I hadn't read yours. While the idea of Katie & Oliver had always been cool to me, I never thought of doing a fanfic about it until I read yours and it was awesome, so I started one of my own. Thanks again to my reviewers!!
Chapter Two: Impervius
"Hey, Katie," some guy's voice chased me down the corridor as I tried to make my quick escape from Herbology. What a pointless class. If I wanted to grow up to study plants and be a botanist, then I would probably disagree, but I don't. Because of that, I can't stand the hour and a half Professor Sprout makes up waste by planting and replanting one different kind of plant after another, especially with the Hufflepuffs. I'm always stuck between Oliver and Cedric, watching them shoot daggers out of their eyes at each other. Their rivalry was amusing and they looked cute making the silly faces at each other all throughout out the first THREE semesters stuck with the Hufflepuffs in Repotting 101, but now it was just distracting and stupid. Oliver was in Herbology and Potions with the fifth years because he had fallen behind in his fourth and fifth years because of Quidditch and his sister's death (mourning obviously disrupted his studies, poor thing). He had been allowed to make up those two classes with the fifth years as long as he took seventh year Charms and Transfiguration.
Now, our class had ended and I was walking back up to the castle with Oliver and Sage by my side holding hands and being all lovey-dovey. I spun around to see who called me and came face to face with Cedric Diggory. Oliver immediately started walking twice as fast and pulled away from the two of us.
"How are preps for the game tomorrow coming?"
"Why, Cedric? Trying to steal hints out of me?" I eyed him in fake suspicion, knowing that Cedric always played fair and even if he didn't probably wouldn't be smart enough to come to me, the mouth of the South, for answers.
"Look, just remember this word. Impervius. Got it?" he raised his eyebrows to make sure I understood before starting off toward the castle.
"Wait, Cedric. Why did you tell me to remember the water-repelling spell?" I rushed after him on the lawn, officially confused.
He simply held up his beautiful hand and sighed melodramatically, "Tut, tut, it looks like rain."
"Yeah," I looked up at the gray skies. "So what?"
Cedric just laughed at me. "Good luck on the game tomorrow, Bell." The, he left. I had the horrible urge to run up and start hitting him until he told me why the hell he told me to remember the repellant spell. I resisted due to the fact that his face was too pretty too mess up. I took my Remembrall out of my pocket and glanced at the time.
'Shit," I thought to myself. "Late for potions. Of course. Snape is going to kill me." I took off towards the dungeons and took the only empty seat left. It was next to Oliver and Sage. Just my luck.
"Today," Snape paced his classroom with a malicious grin on his face, "we will be studying the truth potion. Each group of three with make a potion and will then test it on their partners. Begin."
I was absolutely horrified. Here I was sitting next to the guy I had a major crush on for the past month and his girlfriend. God knows what he would ask me, or what I would say in return. I stood up and pushed my way to Snape's desk, begging him to let me go to Madame Pomfrey's for a sudden burning in my eyes. He refused. Bastard. Our potion brewed for the first hour of class and then it was time to test it.
"So, who's going to go first," Sage spoke up with her annoyingly high- pitched and peppy voice.
"Why don't you?" I popped a bubble with my gum rudely and held the spoon in our potion out to her.
"Uh- Er- okay," she agreed but I could tell it was reluctantly. She sipped the clear liquid and Oliver and I exchanged glances.
"She's your girlfriend," I shrugged. "I think you should have better questions than me."
Oliver nodded his head and turned to the blond girl sitting across from us. It was fun watching his nervousness. He was so scared to ask a question. His face had blanched and an adorable sweat had started on his brow.
"Sage, have you ever cheated on me?"
With this question, the fun was sucked out of watching Oliver. No wonder he was nervous. Big question.
A giggle escaped the lips of Sage, "Of course. Come on, Oliver. Did you seriously think you would be the only boy I would sleep with during my last year here?" It was weird watching Sage spill out something that would ruin her and Oliver's relationship from that moment on without a hint of emotion on her face.
Oliver's face fell but only slightly. I think he knew what was coming when he asked the question, just didn't want to believe it.
"Guess it's obvious that one worked," he turned to me with a glimpse of a smile on his face. "Go get the antidote, Sage."
Sage stood up and got in the line leading to Snape's desk where the antidote was being brewed.
"You want to go or me?" Oliver dipped the spoon in the potion.
"I'll go," I really didn't want to. However, I just seen Oliver get a relationship ruined and was obviously embarrassed it happened in front of me, so I didn't want to make him go through the whole process any sooner than necessary. I drank down the liquid,which sort of tingled as it made its way down my throat and I suddenly lost all control over my body and thoughts. My mind went blank and all I could hear was Oliver's voice echoing in my head.
"Why were you so scared to take this potion?"
I tried to fight it, but all control was lost over my body. "I have secrets that I don't want you to know about."
"Secrets that have to do with whom?"
"You."
"Ah," Oliver nodded understandingly. "Well, since we've already had an overdose of information on me, new topic. What do you think of Cedric Diggory?"
"He's one sexy Seeker," I heard myself sigh as I said it. "He's really talented at Quidditch. He seems nice enough but I've only had three good conversations with him."
"Worked on you, too," Oliver mumbled. "Gave me just enough information to want to hang myself. Go get the antidote."
"Yes, sir," I saluted him and made my way to Snape's desk.
Though I had no control over what I said, I still felt horrible for Oliver. First his girlfriend dumps him and then I go drooling over one of our Quidditch rivals. I could almost picture his speech already; "It's going to make you weak, Kate. It's stupid to go chasing after some crush that's never going to turn into anything when it could hurt your game."
Potions ended just as I stepped out of the antidote line. I had missed Oliver's truth potion (damn it) all except for his answer, which was, "Yes, I think I do." That would do me a whole lot better if I knew the lousy question.
Saturday morning came all too soon and we were all in the locker room getting ready. Oliver had been really uptight that morning. The rain had grown worse overnight and was now blowing hard enough to make flying a big problem. After we had our robes on, we all waited for Oliver's pep talk. He just stood there, unable to speak. A few times he swallowed roughly and shook his head, but the words wouldn't come out. He simply led us to the field and we got ready to play.
I must say Oliver's nervousness was unsettling. I had never seen him this upset over a game before, especially against Hufflepuff. The wind nearly knocked me over as I stepped out of the locker room and blew away the usually welcome sound of cheering. We couldn't hear it at all. As far as we knew, the stands could've been completely still.
Madam Hooch told us to mount our brooms and I took my place on my Comet Two Sixty (I hadn't gotten enough money to buy a Firebolt yet). I looked over at Harry and he was furiously wiping his glasses. How in the world was he supposed to see the Snitch in this rain? As if it wasn't hard enough already. Then, Cedric's word popped back into my mind. "Impervious." That was it! It would repel the water from Harry's glasses.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the game started. I knew it was too late to tell Harry, so I decided to wait until a time-out was called. Oh, if we weren't playing I would've hugged Cedric hard enough to make him vomit Lovely picture, eh? That was the image in my head when the red Quaffle came flying towards me from Alicia. I took off towards the Hufflepuff goal posts and passed it behind me to Angelina, who scored.
As the time passed, it became harder to pick Angelina and Alicia out of the crowd of players on the field. The scarlet and yellow robed were now dark and soaked through and the rain made it almost impossible to see someone ten feet in front of you. Madam Hooch's whistle blew as lightning struck and I flew thankfully down to the ground. Oliver was waiting there under a large umbrella.
I was trying to figure out how to help Harry with his glasses as he rubbed them against his robes. I had no wand. Just then, Hermione Granger ran up.
"I've had an idea, Harry! Give me your glasses, quick!"
Harry handed her the glasses and, of course, she pointed her wand at them and said, "Impervius." Hermione was beaming as if she had just figured something brilliant out, and, although she helped our team, I wanted to hit her when Oliver smiled widely at her. He looked as if he could've kissed the third year, mouse-looking girl.
"There!" Hermione handed the glasses back to Harry. "They'll repel water!" And, with that, she turned back to the crowd.
"Brilliant!" Oliver watched her leave. "Okay, team, let's go for it!"
We flew back up into the sky, the rest of the team with a new hope, me still boiling with anger. Damn Diggory. If he had only told me why I was supposed to remember the spell, then I could've done it before the match and Oliver could've been all happy with me!
I went along with the game, scoring again against Hufflepuff. I was passing to Angelina when I saw Harry's broom do a weird jerk and fall a few feet. I threw the ball and watched him nervously as Oliver called for him to turn around. Diggory had spotted the Snitch. Harry flew after him with amazing speed and I hoped him the best as I turned around to follow Alicia who now had the ball. What I saw, though, wasn't Alicia.
Lightning flashed and over a hundred dementors were standing beneath us. I jerked my broom to a halt as the air around me grew colder and I felt my insides lurch. I heard a gasp from the crowd, even over the storm, and turned around just in time to see Harry's body hit the ground.
A/N: Thanks to the people who reviewed! You're awesome. Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. Between working on "Without You" and school restarting, I've been really busy. HpFanForever, my story is not better than yours! In fact, I wouldn't have even started it if I hadn't read yours. While the idea of Katie & Oliver had always been cool to me, I never thought of doing a fanfic about it until I read yours and it was awesome, so I started one of my own. Thanks again to my reviewers!!
Chapter Two: Impervius
"Hey, Katie," some guy's voice chased me down the corridor as I tried to make my quick escape from Herbology. What a pointless class. If I wanted to grow up to study plants and be a botanist, then I would probably disagree, but I don't. Because of that, I can't stand the hour and a half Professor Sprout makes up waste by planting and replanting one different kind of plant after another, especially with the Hufflepuffs. I'm always stuck between Oliver and Cedric, watching them shoot daggers out of their eyes at each other. Their rivalry was amusing and they looked cute making the silly faces at each other all throughout out the first THREE semesters stuck with the Hufflepuffs in Repotting 101, but now it was just distracting and stupid. Oliver was in Herbology and Potions with the fifth years because he had fallen behind in his fourth and fifth years because of Quidditch and his sister's death (mourning obviously disrupted his studies, poor thing). He had been allowed to make up those two classes with the fifth years as long as he took seventh year Charms and Transfiguration.
Now, our class had ended and I was walking back up to the castle with Oliver and Sage by my side holding hands and being all lovey-dovey. I spun around to see who called me and came face to face with Cedric Diggory. Oliver immediately started walking twice as fast and pulled away from the two of us.
"How are preps for the game tomorrow coming?"
"Why, Cedric? Trying to steal hints out of me?" I eyed him in fake suspicion, knowing that Cedric always played fair and even if he didn't probably wouldn't be smart enough to come to me, the mouth of the South, for answers.
"Look, just remember this word. Impervius. Got it?" he raised his eyebrows to make sure I understood before starting off toward the castle.
"Wait, Cedric. Why did you tell me to remember the water-repelling spell?" I rushed after him on the lawn, officially confused.
He simply held up his beautiful hand and sighed melodramatically, "Tut, tut, it looks like rain."
"Yeah," I looked up at the gray skies. "So what?"
Cedric just laughed at me. "Good luck on the game tomorrow, Bell." The, he left. I had the horrible urge to run up and start hitting him until he told me why the hell he told me to remember the repellant spell. I resisted due to the fact that his face was too pretty too mess up. I took my Remembrall out of my pocket and glanced at the time.
'Shit," I thought to myself. "Late for potions. Of course. Snape is going to kill me." I took off towards the dungeons and took the only empty seat left. It was next to Oliver and Sage. Just my luck.
"Today," Snape paced his classroom with a malicious grin on his face, "we will be studying the truth potion. Each group of three with make a potion and will then test it on their partners. Begin."
I was absolutely horrified. Here I was sitting next to the guy I had a major crush on for the past month and his girlfriend. God knows what he would ask me, or what I would say in return. I stood up and pushed my way to Snape's desk, begging him to let me go to Madame Pomfrey's for a sudden burning in my eyes. He refused. Bastard. Our potion brewed for the first hour of class and then it was time to test it.
"So, who's going to go first," Sage spoke up with her annoyingly high- pitched and peppy voice.
"Why don't you?" I popped a bubble with my gum rudely and held the spoon in our potion out to her.
"Uh- Er- okay," she agreed but I could tell it was reluctantly. She sipped the clear liquid and Oliver and I exchanged glances.
"She's your girlfriend," I shrugged. "I think you should have better questions than me."
Oliver nodded his head and turned to the blond girl sitting across from us. It was fun watching his nervousness. He was so scared to ask a question. His face had blanched and an adorable sweat had started on his brow.
"Sage, have you ever cheated on me?"
With this question, the fun was sucked out of watching Oliver. No wonder he was nervous. Big question.
A giggle escaped the lips of Sage, "Of course. Come on, Oliver. Did you seriously think you would be the only boy I would sleep with during my last year here?" It was weird watching Sage spill out something that would ruin her and Oliver's relationship from that moment on without a hint of emotion on her face.
Oliver's face fell but only slightly. I think he knew what was coming when he asked the question, just didn't want to believe it.
"Guess it's obvious that one worked," he turned to me with a glimpse of a smile on his face. "Go get the antidote, Sage."
Sage stood up and got in the line leading to Snape's desk where the antidote was being brewed.
"You want to go or me?" Oliver dipped the spoon in the potion.
"I'll go," I really didn't want to. However, I just seen Oliver get a relationship ruined and was obviously embarrassed it happened in front of me, so I didn't want to make him go through the whole process any sooner than necessary. I drank down the liquid,which sort of tingled as it made its way down my throat and I suddenly lost all control over my body and thoughts. My mind went blank and all I could hear was Oliver's voice echoing in my head.
"Why were you so scared to take this potion?"
I tried to fight it, but all control was lost over my body. "I have secrets that I don't want you to know about."
"Secrets that have to do with whom?"
"You."
"Ah," Oliver nodded understandingly. "Well, since we've already had an overdose of information on me, new topic. What do you think of Cedric Diggory?"
"He's one sexy Seeker," I heard myself sigh as I said it. "He's really talented at Quidditch. He seems nice enough but I've only had three good conversations with him."
"Worked on you, too," Oliver mumbled. "Gave me just enough information to want to hang myself. Go get the antidote."
"Yes, sir," I saluted him and made my way to Snape's desk.
Though I had no control over what I said, I still felt horrible for Oliver. First his girlfriend dumps him and then I go drooling over one of our Quidditch rivals. I could almost picture his speech already; "It's going to make you weak, Kate. It's stupid to go chasing after some crush that's never going to turn into anything when it could hurt your game."
Potions ended just as I stepped out of the antidote line. I had missed Oliver's truth potion (damn it) all except for his answer, which was, "Yes, I think I do." That would do me a whole lot better if I knew the lousy question.
Saturday morning came all too soon and we were all in the locker room getting ready. Oliver had been really uptight that morning. The rain had grown worse overnight and was now blowing hard enough to make flying a big problem. After we had our robes on, we all waited for Oliver's pep talk. He just stood there, unable to speak. A few times he swallowed roughly and shook his head, but the words wouldn't come out. He simply led us to the field and we got ready to play.
I must say Oliver's nervousness was unsettling. I had never seen him this upset over a game before, especially against Hufflepuff. The wind nearly knocked me over as I stepped out of the locker room and blew away the usually welcome sound of cheering. We couldn't hear it at all. As far as we knew, the stands could've been completely still.
Madam Hooch told us to mount our brooms and I took my place on my Comet Two Sixty (I hadn't gotten enough money to buy a Firebolt yet). I looked over at Harry and he was furiously wiping his glasses. How in the world was he supposed to see the Snitch in this rain? As if it wasn't hard enough already. Then, Cedric's word popped back into my mind. "Impervious." That was it! It would repel the water from Harry's glasses.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the game started. I knew it was too late to tell Harry, so I decided to wait until a time-out was called. Oh, if we weren't playing I would've hugged Cedric hard enough to make him vomit Lovely picture, eh? That was the image in my head when the red Quaffle came flying towards me from Alicia. I took off towards the Hufflepuff goal posts and passed it behind me to Angelina, who scored.
As the time passed, it became harder to pick Angelina and Alicia out of the crowd of players on the field. The scarlet and yellow robed were now dark and soaked through and the rain made it almost impossible to see someone ten feet in front of you. Madam Hooch's whistle blew as lightning struck and I flew thankfully down to the ground. Oliver was waiting there under a large umbrella.
I was trying to figure out how to help Harry with his glasses as he rubbed them against his robes. I had no wand. Just then, Hermione Granger ran up.
"I've had an idea, Harry! Give me your glasses, quick!"
Harry handed her the glasses and, of course, she pointed her wand at them and said, "Impervius." Hermione was beaming as if she had just figured something brilliant out, and, although she helped our team, I wanted to hit her when Oliver smiled widely at her. He looked as if he could've kissed the third year, mouse-looking girl.
"There!" Hermione handed the glasses back to Harry. "They'll repel water!" And, with that, she turned back to the crowd.
"Brilliant!" Oliver watched her leave. "Okay, team, let's go for it!"
We flew back up into the sky, the rest of the team with a new hope, me still boiling with anger. Damn Diggory. If he had only told me why I was supposed to remember the spell, then I could've done it before the match and Oliver could've been all happy with me!
I went along with the game, scoring again against Hufflepuff. I was passing to Angelina when I saw Harry's broom do a weird jerk and fall a few feet. I threw the ball and watched him nervously as Oliver called for him to turn around. Diggory had spotted the Snitch. Harry flew after him with amazing speed and I hoped him the best as I turned around to follow Alicia who now had the ball. What I saw, though, wasn't Alicia.
Lightning flashed and over a hundred dementors were standing beneath us. I jerked my broom to a halt as the air around me grew colder and I felt my insides lurch. I heard a gasp from the crowd, even over the storm, and turned around just in time to see Harry's body hit the ground.