*No such thing as a match made in heaven*
Wow! An update! What is this foreign notion? Sorry for taking so long to update, I find life difficult and annoying. Ok, I have made a decision on this story, and I've decided to finish the story in two chapters! Woo-hoo, so that makes this chapter second to last, and somewhat fast moving. I'll apologize for that, but I've got to get back on track from somewhere. Thanks bunches to all of last chapter's reviewers, and all the reviewers that have reviewed so far! And now...on to the delightful production...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and if you didn't know that...then....hmm...haha...well, back to the story!
I had just began my potions homework when I felt something whiz past my head. What the hell is this world coming to?
"George, I think I saw it go over there!" Lee's voice sounded to greet my ears. Soon after the speech, sure enough I could hear the echo of his extremely large shoes, slapping against the ground. Heh, this could turn out to be an interesting situation.
I slowly moved my hand over the whirring yo-yo like object, and I grasped it quickly and jerked my arm back so that it looked like I hadn't done anything. I felt Lee's presence behind me, and I could almost smell his confusion.
"Um, Katie?" Lee's voice confirmed my suspicions. That little leech! Jumping to conclusions like that! Who cares whether or not he knows the truth! The nerve!
"Yes?!" I did the whole what-the-hell-is-your-problem-leave-me-alone turn around move.
"Did you see something land over here?" Lee said avoiding my penetrating gaze.
"What like your brain? How long have you been missing that now?" ooooh, ten points for Katie!
"Haha. Funny, Katie. Now give it to me." Lee held out his hand expectantly.
"Why can't you guys find normal ways to relieve your stress? Like go read a book, or sit quietly in a chair and ponder life's overall meaning?" Lee started to jerk his head to the left, as if in strenuous logical though, or maybe he just thought he was staring at an alien life form, and he wanted to get me underneath a microscope. "Or, you could just throw whirring objects at unsuspecting people." I said sighing, knowing that I had failed another helplessly lost mind. I handed him the foreign thing, and he appeared to be as happy as a dog after finding a used, chewed up bone. How ironic.
I was just about to turn back to my incomplete work, when Oliver's form appeared across the common room. He was sitting in a red sating chair, with his legs stretched out far, probably trying to trip the next person to walk by. He was reading a book, quidditch no doubt, and his brows were furrowed in deep thought. Man, he looked lost in the thick book. Of course, it was my fault that he was brooding over there in the first place. I had a hysterical breakdown, telling him that finals were coming, and I wasn't getting any smarter kissing him.
His eyes suddenly jerked up from the page, and he caught me red handed staring at him. The corners of his mouth slowly twitched up into a smile. Damn. He raised one eyebrow, probably wondering why I wasn't studying. That's a pretty damn good question. I wish I knew it myself. I broke the gaze as quickly as possible, and turned back to my stupid homework.
The quidditch cup was slowly sneaking up on us, with each passing day, the tension growing within the Gryffindor common room. Before I could say "albino monkey playing quidditch", it was the night before.
"H-h-how's it g-g-g-going, Angelina?" I don't exactly thrive under pressure, and whenever the nerves are too much to handle, I develop a slight speech impediment.
"Fine!" Angelina answered cheerily.
"What the h-h-hell have you been sn-sn-sniffing?" Alicia's voice drawled from the chair opposite mine, and she reminded me of dead animal, as calm as can be. I gave her an evil glare, then I fixed my gaze upon my ravished fingernails. What a bother, trying to keep these damn things clean. Who the hell cares anyways?
I was brought out of my selfish phase by gasps, and mutters from people around the common room. Oh my! It was the horrible Oliver Wood! How terrifying. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he approached, and by golly! If he didn't look like a corpse walking!
"Sleep is a good thing Wood, previous to what you might believe!" A voice shouted from across the room, and echoes of laughter broke the uneasy silence. I whipped around to face him, and a smile instantly appeared on his face as we linked hands. We had been "officially" going out according to the Magical Social Status board. I should know, I'm the informant.
"My love."
"My sweet." Gods, we sound like were right out of a horror film gone wrong.
"You guys are disgusting. Why don't you think of some animal you could call each other like "my panther" or "my platypus"?" Alicia said, obviously not in the best of moods, despite her calm nature.
"That's a wonderful idea! Do you like 'anteater' or 'triceratop'?" I said sarcastically, watching Oliver as he chuckled.
"Neither, although I might be able to go for 'stallion'" Oliver said, his voice deepening. For once in our time as teammate, Oliver seemed halfway relaxed, normally we could find him throwing priceless pottery through the quidditch hoops the night before the big game. I always thought it was amusing.
"How are you, you don't look to g-g-g-good." I managed to choke out as the people surrounding us began to laugh.
"Well, I don't feel quite like a million bucks, maybe ten thousand, but definitely not a million." Oliver said, looking almost gleeful at his remark. Ha.
"Well, that's good." Angelina said looking up from the fire. Weird.
"Yeah." Oliver said quietly, taking a seat next to me on the couch. And now, it's time for the ever predictable silent match! Who will win? Who will be crudely defeated?
"So." I said, everyone staring at me. Well, what the hell else do they expect me to say...I'm not a damn dictionary. "I know we'll win tomorrow. I heard those Slytherins were having a wild party tonight. I bet there won't be one sober player on the field!" I said, and then I proceeded to burst into laughter. Silence surrounded me as I fought to control myself. I began to go a dark shade of red, and my palms were beginning to feel sweaty, unfortunately, Oliver did not find this a good enough reason to let go of my hand so I could exit this display of public humiliation.
"I suppose we should all be getting to bed." Alicia said softly, and I swear that I heard a slight quiver in her voice. Merlin, if she panics then there's no hope for me.
"Yeah, we need our rest." Angelina said standing up, looking about her.
"Yeah, I agree." I said, trying to avoid there piercing glances.
"Well, I'll go see if I can round up the Weasley twins, maybe they'll actually consider going to bed early." Oliver said, standing up and then giving me a hand. Well, we all know the out come of that, of course the Weasley twins wont go to bed this early.
"Sweet dreams." I said softly to Oliver, kissing his hand, and then slowly detaching myself from him. As I walked up the stairs towards our room, I knew that something had to go right tomorrow.
"Damn the whole freaking uniform industry!" I screamed at the top of my lungs in the locker rooms, quite frankly pissed off. It was twenty minutes before my last quidditch game ever, and my damn pants had to go and shrink! I had gathered quite a crowd, because we all seemed to be in a state of panic because Oliver was sitting in a chair and he hadn't moved for an hour. I found it downright creepy, and so did everyone else. Alicia had tried her luck at buttoning my pants through magic, but of course no success. Angelina had told me just to leave them unbuttoned and face the world with pride. Right. Fred and George were no help, they just found it extremely amusing, and they felt no notion whatsoever to aid me in my time of need. Harry? Harry was just rocking back and forth, with his knees to his chest, humming 'Puff the Magic Dragon'. So that left me to suck my stomach in for all I was worth, and bear the pain. As soon as I had gotten them buckled, we all huddled around Oliver, and to our astonishment, he actually moved. He began to quickly go over the plays we had done so many times before, that were engraved into our very souls. After a few minutes of silent recollection, we all got up and headed for the door. The sound of a cheering crowd met our welcoming ears, and we heard our team being announced by the devil himself, Lee Jordan. Absently, I heard my name called with everyone else's as we all flew up into the air in perfect formation. Slytherin had already gathered on the opposite side of the pitch, and they were looking more menacing than ever. I saw Marcus Flint wink at me, and I decided that if I got the chance, sometime during the course of the game I would spit in his eye and give his eye something real to twitch about. I heard Madame Hooch's whistle blow and I slowly glided up into the air. Before I knew it, the game had begun. Within the first seconds of the game, Alicia had picked up the ball, and quickly passed it to me, I reflexively drove forward until I saw Angelina in the appropriate position, and then I threw the quaffle to her. We had scored! The first points of the game. I soon stopped thinking and I began to move on memory in order to remain concentration. Throughout the game, I found myself being shoved, punched, and I think I was pinched somewhere in there, but I would never forget the look I saw in Oliver's eyes every time he blocked the quaffle. It was pure ecstasy. Slowly, and painstakingly the game moved on, but we had racked up enough points to win the game. It was all up to our very own 'Puff the Magic Dragon' vocalist. I saw the golden glint of the snitch, and the blur of a person behind it. I took the initiative to score a few points while the opposing team seemed somewhat distracted with the chase. Soon, I heard a cry of victory, and I turned in horror, fearing the worst. What I saw, would cheer me up for the rest of my life, even on a rainy day. Harry was holding the snitch in triumph, and I being a sap, felt tears behind my eyes. Quickly I dived towards Harry, and squeezed him, like all of the other players. Gryffindor voices could be heard throughout the stadium 'We won!' and groans of upset could be heard mainly by Professor Snape. I screamed my head off, for no apparent reason beside the obvious, as I was raised up on some unknown person's shoulders. I waved my arm in the air like a mad person and looked at the people surrounding me. There was Oliver, in the center of all the commotion, grasping the trophy with uttermost joy. I could see the tears glistening in his eyes, and I thought to myself that I had never seen anything so beautiful. He caught my eye, and I knew that he would never be any happier than this. After the crazed fans had decided that we were becoming depleted of oxygen, they set us back onto our feet, and we all rushed to the locker rooms screaming like a bunch of animals.
"Oh my god! I never thought this would happen!" Angelina screeched in my ear after we had all relaxed a little in the locker rooms. Sure, this could be considered an appropriate comment, if she hadn't already said the same thing ten times.
"Yeah, well in case you haven't noticed....it has happened." Alicia said brushing out her wet hair with gentle care.
"Yeah, and it happened about an hour ago, too." I said slowly, the same smile plastered on my face. I looked like a dumb idiot, but I was happier than I had ever been. Fred and George had already left the common room in order to start the party, and Harry had left only a few minutes ago, after being mauled by the fans, he was still a little shaken up. Poor kid. I heard Alicia's locker click shut, and I knew that we would soon be heading up to the grand feast that the twin's had brought forth, but a soft hand on my shoulder stopped me from moving.
"Katie, wait. I have to talk to you." Oliver said softly, and I turned to find Alicia and Angelina retreating, obviously catching the drift.
"Yeah?" I said, smile still plastered on my dopey face. He gently pulled me towards one of the benches, and pushed me down upon it. Wow, we must be talking serious if I'm required to sit down for this one.
"Ahh, Merlin...how can I say this..." Oliver said pacing back and forth in front of me.
"Is it bad?!" I said jumping to conclusions.
"No! It's great! The best thing that's ever happened to me!" Oliver said immediately smiling wide.
"So, spit it out." I said, becoming annoyed at him prolonging the mystery.
"Ok." He said sitting down next to me. My god. "I've been asked to join Puddlemere United as a Keeper!" He jumped up and let out a cry, and I began to get very confused. But, not to ruin his parade, I jumped up with him and gave him a giant hug.
"Wow! This is wonderful Oliver! It's what you've always wanted to do! I'm so happy for you!" I shouted as he swung me around. How typical. He should have thrown me in the air a couple times, and then it would have become original. "Will you be starting?"
"No, but after awhile I'm sure they'll have to replace the other Keeper, and then, I'll be right there!" Oliver said, setting me back down on the bench. I sat there for a moment, thinking what this meant. Oliver would never be just Oliver again. People would flock to him, and beg him for his autograph, and he would become one of Witch Weekly's top ten hottest wizards alive. Then he would find some skinny blonde to fulfill his image, and disregard all memory of Katie, and his days spent at Hogwarts. Oliver didn't notice my diminishing smile, but he was rambling on about how much this meant to him, and how great it was to finally be getting some where.
"Oliver, this is wonderful." I said softly standing up, placing my finger on his lips to silence him. "I wish you the best of luck, and make sure that I'll be able to read about you in the papers, and all the wonderful things you achieve in your life. Because you deserve it. You've worked hard all this time, and now you've finally achieved your dream. I am so proud of you for all your hard work and dedication to the team, and all those lost hours spent on how to improve each game. I thank you for letting me be part of the team, and for letting me enjoy the sport." I said softly staring deep into his dark brown eyes. "And now," I said nodding my head towards the door, "I believe there is a party being held in your honor, and I believe that if you miss this party you will never be forgiven." I took his momentary silence to kiss him softly on the lips, and then I turned away walking down the dark hall towards the common room, with tears strolling down my cheeks. Once in love with Oliver Wood, one can never return from the heart-wrenching feeling of being loved.
Awww, that was a great chapter, I think. Well, the quidditch match was pretty bland but, I hope it was enough to your satisfaction. Next chapter, is the last chapter folks! *sighs* How depressing, but it'll be a great ending! I plan on getting it up either the day before Valentines day, or on Valentines day itself....how romantic! Haha, Once Again Thanx for reading! :)