*No Such Thing as a Match Made in Heaven*
Wow, it sure has been a long time since I've done this whole chapter thingy, and I truly to apologize for the delay. Well, here's the next chapter, and even though it's a little short it gets a small point across...I hope....hmm...well, read on! P.S. Thanks for all of the last chapter reviews! I'm so happy!
"Would black hair do?" Oliver's voice questioned. I glared at him.
"What do you think?" I said as I kept turning the pages to Ten Thousand Spells to Make Muggle Life More Enjoyable. We had spent the last five hours of our lives, sitting in the library searching for a spell to change my hair back to it's natural tone. Madam Pince had left the library two hours ago looking extremely pissed off, reminding me of my sleepless self currently.
"Oliver," I said sleepily.
"Yeah?" Oliver said placing his thumb on the sentence he was reading to turn his gaze upon me.
"Thanks." I smiled softly and leaned back on the back of the booth as I watched him smile at me, then resume his tedious search. Merlin, what a nice guy. I mean, even if the whole disaster was his fault, and a stupid joke at that, I could still see him as a generally all around nice guy. My eyelids got heavier, and heavier until I couldn't hold them open any more. I'll just rest my eyes for a second here, then I'll figure out how to change my hair back...
Dammit. Who the hell turned all those bloody lights on? My eyes fluttered open, and I realized it was daytime. Merlin, I've probably already missed my morning classes. I just couldn't remember where I was, and what I was doing. I turned my head and found my self facing a sleeping Oliver Wood. Awww...he looks so cute!...Hold on. Rewind. I stared at Oliver's Immobile eyelids, and attempted to move. Damn. His arm was wrapped around me and I was laying on his chest. Dear God, if someone saw us like this, McGonagall would decided to give the whole student body "the talk" again, and that would make my life situation more grave than it already is. I tried to push up with my arms against Oliver's chest. Damn this weak little body given to me, and Dammit Katie you should really work out so you don't end up in situations like this. Oliver began to squirm and I panicked. By the time his eyelids fluttered open, I was sure that I was hyperventilating, and I had definitely developed claustrophobia.
"Katie?" A incoherent Oliver whispered staring into my eyes. Aww, but he's so cute when his mind doesn't remember what Quidditch is. "What's going on?" Yes Oliver that is the question of the hour.
"Hi." I said looking down at him with a fake stupidity look on my face. I finally decided that I could move, and I got off him. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."
"No problem, Katie." Oliver smiled that same smile, and ruffled his hair. Dang.
"Any success?" I twirled my vibrant hair between my fingers staring at the table.
"Umm..." Oliver sat up quickly and began flipping the pages of the book that lay open on the table. He stopped almost immediately and grinned. "Here's something."
"What!?" I said excitedly hoping that this nightmare would be over.
"A spell to turn you hair to it's natural color." Oliver said flatly reading the page thoroughly.
"Well, go on. Read the spell. What are you waiting for?!" I said, sounding panicky. What can I say, hesitation scares the hell out of me.
"It says here that the spell may malfunction..." Oliver said very seriously.
"Oliver. My hair is pink. How can a malfunction be any worse?" I stared at him for a moment.
"What time is it?" Oliver said out of the blue, turning towards me.
"Ahh, if my inner sense if right, it's about 6 a.m." I said smirking. Oliver stared at me, face without humor. "I've got a watch, ok?" yeesh, someone is a little grumpy today, and it's not me.
"Ok, well, it says that the spell only works properly at certain times of day. Do you feel lucky?" Oliver said, a long awaited grin appearing on his face. I've always wanted someone to ask me that question.
"Yeah." see how perfect that answer is? Go Katie!
"Ok, here goes." He lifted up his wand pointed at my head, and I began to get deja vu.
"Daylight breaks with morning sun,
Dear Merlin, what have I done?
For her precious hair,
I do plea,
Bring that natural color,
Back to thee."
I had the sudden urge to sing a song, and burst into laughter at the same time. What strange impulses.
A slight tweaking noise met my ears, as I closed my eyes waiting for death to come.
"Wow." Oh my gosh, that is the first thing out of his mouth?
"Wow?" I said slightly panicked. Things can't get any worse, can they?
"No Katie, It's not bad. It's great...." Oliver said trailing off, drooling at the sight of my hair. Merlin. I touched my hair and it was silky soft. Sweet.
"Come on Oliver, let's get out of this place." I was suddenly tired of sitting and being surrounded by books, or maybe I just wanted to leave so that I could see my hair. Both are equally important you see.
"Ok." he snapped out of his trance, and then proceeded to stand up and stretch.
"Common room?" I smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah, common room." he smiled back with equal sheepishness.
"I still don't see why you didn't come and get us." Angelina said crossly at the breakfast table.
"Do you know any spell that change hair color?" I asked sipping on my orange juice.
"Well...no." Angelina said pretending to think. Nice try.
"Exactly my point." I said happily, knowing that I'd won.
"Well, we could have been there for emotional support." Angelina mumbled.
"Angelina, apparently we could have been of no us. So drop it." Alicia said sounding tired. It turns out that I actually like my hair better this way. My hair had turned from a dark brown to a dark blonde. And as a plus, my hair was silky soft. I smiled all through breakfast as compliments came from unexpected people, telling me that I looked enchanting. Can anyone say attention starved?
The Christmas holidays were still about 2 months away, but everyone seemed to grow happier once the first snowfall of the season occurred. I love sow in a snow-globe, but anything else that has to do with the word snow, bothers me. Snow also brings a major break in our security at Hogwarts. Fred and George's snowball wars were nationally know. Not fights–wars. It wasn't safe to go out for an evening stroll or any type of activity that had to do with being outside. Not only were you in physical danger, you had to choose between Fred and George, and that was some serious mental danger.
"So, my secret sources imply that have decided to join the elite forces of the side of Fred. You've made the right choice, and I want to commend you on..." Fred rambled as he walked up to me in the common room, one snowy day.
"Fred!" I shouted silencing him. "I'm not part of this whole freaking game, so leave me the hell alone!" Fred looked taken aback, and he feigned hurt as he walked slowly away. That's right, Katie sure does know how to overreact.
"C'mon Katie, you have to get involved." Oliver's familiar voice stated as he approached me from across the other side of the common room. He sat down in the chair next to me, cheeks rosy from the cold and a true look of happiness in his eyes. Screw him! Scrooge lives on in Katie's black heart!
"No. Sorry. I don't. I imagine you've already joined the ranks. You up to general yet?" I said tonelessly. Oliver chuckled deeply.
"C'mon Katie, have a little fun. We don't have any more Quidditch games before Christmas break, so the pressures off." Oliver said staring at the several books I had lying open on the table.
"You're not concerned with Quidditch?" I said, one eyebrow raised quizzically.
"Alright, who put something in your drink this time?"
"Katie, Katie. Didn't anybody ever tell you that it's healthy to relax?" Oliver said putting his elbows on his knees.
"Oh my. After so many years I finally understand what the tree was trying to tell me. Thank you Oliver, I truly do now understand my purpose in life." I said dramatically, while watching Oliver shake with laughter, and then after a long time, calm down. After a period of prolonged silence, he stood up soundlessly.
"C'mon Katie, being stuck up in this room alone isn't going to do any good." Oliver said, and for the first time I looked around. Dear Merlin, when did all the people leave? My gaze slowly drifted back to Oliver, and I realized that he was holding his hand out to me. Decisions, decisions.
"Well, I'm not learning anything anyways." I said huffily standing up by myself ignoring Oliver's kind gesture. "Curiosity killed the cat." I said eyeing his hand. Oliver laughed loudly and unexpectedly put his arm around my shoulder.
"Katie, my dear. If there is one thing you strange muggles have taught me it is that the cat killed curiosity." Oliver said, obviously missing the whole meaning of the phrase, but for some reason it caused me to burst out into laughter and for the first time in a long while, I felt happy. As Oliver led me to my somewhat painful, and snowy end, his arm wrapped around my shoulder, I couldn't think of anywhere else I would rather be.
Haha, for some reason I find this chapter hilarious, even though it is extremely short. So tell me what you guys thought about it, and I'll be sure to update before Christmas, because I have a chapter that's basically shaped around the Christmas holiday. So thanks for reading, and have a really nice day! Haha. :)