Authors Note: Hey all! Just finished Order of the Phoenix yesterday. Go
me. It was intense. I was bawling. 'Nuff said.
About this chapter: It isn't fantastic or anything, or very funny but I tried to add in small bits of humor. It's pretty long (or so I think) so just enjoy, I needed to update and for the most part I'm happy with this chapter, even though it is a bit long-winded. It's sort of dramatic but I assure you the next chapter will be good and silly =) So bear with me here. I felt like doing what I did in this chapter, so I went ahead and did it. Enjoy. And please find the humor, it's in there!
Extra note: I had SOOO much fun with the speech between Melanie and Katie (but mainly Katie) and it was terribly fun to write, even with the drama bits in there.
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Hannirose: It would've been an amazing ending (and to tell you the truth, I did contemplate that) but it isn't its time yet.
Raindrops: Lol =) thanks for your review.
Dagger: It was unexpected. I needed something to spice it up.
Lemon the kitty: You just love Binn's, don't you? So sue me! I do too.
Xodixiegurlox: Honestly, I'd love a bit of Katie/Bran going on (it'd be gorgeous and lovely) but I want to keep up the whole friendship without interruptions.
Carolyn: Oliver had, for the most part, the same dream as Katie had.
Professor Weasley: Awww! I cheered you up? You're making me feel good now, =) Lol. I'm glad.
Evol Norgara: Neville rocks. I adore Neville.
Mrs. Wood Felton: Yeah, it was random!
Allie-Marina: The "stunt" I pulled last chapter should not be analyzed! It's psycho and bizarre and I love it.
Krazy Reader: Thanks loads.
I love you all! Enjoy this chapter!
~*Been There Done That*~
7 AM:
It's early you know. But I love when it's early because I get to start off "another" wonderful day with Oliver, and my life is worth living! It serves promise and love and it beats anyone else's life! Except for rich people's.
I want to be rich.
Maybe Oliver will be rich and I can mooch off of that.
It could happen.
Anything could happen now that I have my Oliver!
The sun is out and it is clear and gorgeous. The rays shine upon my face and I'm just in awe.
Well, I mean sure it's cloudy and raining and the sun is hiding from my hideous morning face but that isn't the point.
Not really.
Going to breakfast.
7:43 AM:
I'm at breakfast! Sitting next to Bran who has just caught wind of the fact that I'm going out with Oliver.
He isn't happy.
Actually, he's elated.
"I knew we'd marry you off someday, old gal."
Thanks. Thanks a bloody lot.
Actually, although it sounds terrible and arrogant and everything else I wanted him to be jealous. Terribly jealous. Not because he isn't Oliver but because Oliver will be spending a lot of time with me now, and Bran and I won't get to spend as much "friend time" together. But he isn't jealous.
Fine.
Oliver was attempting to hold my hand WHILE we attempted to eat BREAKFAST. How difficult is that? It's SO hard. So I reach over for the syrup and it spills all over his white, crisp, collared shirt.
And he still doesn't let go of my hand as it fills with nasty syrup.
Lovely.
And I thought I'D be the clingy one.
8:03 AM:
Oliver walked me to History of Magic today.
He's lovely, it's weird talking to him though, like unnatural.
"Erm. So. Yeah. How are you? Did you sleep well?" He actually asked me that.
"I'm fine. I slept fine," was my response. It was a bit mechanical though.
9:51 AM:
In History of Magic. Professor Binns is so weird.
Even weirder than before.
If that's even humanly possible.
Which I doubt it is.
But you never know.
Stranger things have happened.
"Goblin revolts are very interesting. Very interesting indeed. In fact, I love Goblins. With a burning passion. I hope to snog one before I die."
We, of course, failed to mention the fact that he's already dead.
He's probably trying to live vicariously through me and make me snog a Goblin.
Well, if the pay was good. . .
12:21 PM:
Lunch!
Ham and cheese sandwiches, I'm getting excited now.
Oliver's talking excitedly to Bran.
Something about "yeah she is something special", that's what Bran was saying.
And then Oliver nodded, "I'll take good care of her, Bran."
Bran gave him a warning look and said, "You better, Oliver. Because if you don't, its your head on the chopping block."
The scary thing is, I think he meant it.
Oliver has a fascination with olives. Odd. He puts them on his fingers and does a puppet show, but it's an olive show.
"See the green in this olive? Very ripe."
Uhuh.
I see that. And I don't even care.
But I should, shouldn't I? I mean he IS my boyfriend after all.
So I've taken to calling him Olive.
It's short.
And it has a "hidden symbol" ((I hear lovers' always have these hidden symbols)) and he goes, "Well, you'll need a name too then."
"I have a name, Katie, Katie Belle."
He rolled his eyes, "A special name."
I paused in mid-bite of ham sandwich, "Go on then, what's your idea."
"Hammy," he said, "you like ham sandwiches."
I was about ready to die.
If this is romance then somebody kill me.
"Hammy? But, doll, come on now. Hammy? I loathe these sandwiches, I curse their guts, I do not like them, I am not happy."
He looked at me and said, "I'm glad you're happy."
Talk about misinterpreting words. And I wasn't even VAGUE
Not even sort of.
Bran was rolling his eyes and looking as though he was about ready to crack up, he looked at me and mouthed "Athletes, who needs them?"
And I met his eyes and grinned, "Me."
2:45 PM:
In between our break I saw Bran standing near the water fountain, all alone. Without Melanie. He looked pretty sad, so I ran over to him (thankfully Olive was away)
"Hey, mate," I addressed him casually, "why the sad face? You have a gorgeous smile again, come on, give me one."
He choked out, "Melanie and I broke up." His voice was hard and cold and oddly vulnerable. As though the words hurt and they overpowered.
"Oh," what does one say in situations like these?
I love Bran. Sometimes I think he's my soul. He's my history; he's like blood almost. And you can't deny blood.
"She accused me of liking you," he said it like 'you' made him almost hurl, "and we hadn't been spending as much time together anymore, you know, Mel and I."
I ushered him back towards Gryffindor common room and he didn't even protest, even though we'd be ditching afternoon lessons.
He was a wreck. And that was scary, seeing Bran so not put together, and seeing him scared and vulnerable like a little boy. He's always been my rock, you see. These past years, he's been my strong place. And to see the strongest of the strong holding you with such a grip that was like a little boy clinging to his Mum. It was scary.
"I should talk to someone else," he said, "You and Oliver, I don't want him to form accusations or anything. Go back to class, get your education," he said dismally.
"Nonsense," I said, "I'm staying with you."
And I did.
4:13 PM:
My heart's breaking for him. He's so sad, and it's partly my fault because she thought he liked me. Yeah right. Me, and Bran? That's almost laughable. For one, let's get this straight:
I'm not that lucky
And
Bran's as good as blood. You don't marry blood anywhere but in Georgia.
I'm going to have a little "talk" with her.
5:56 PM:
Back.
Had nice chat.
She needs to be thrown off the end of the earth.
"So," I said, "Bran and I have been snogging behind your back. You know, I love him so much. More than apple pie, and he loves me as well. And we're going to get married and have gorgeous kids. You can come to the wedding, if you want." I can be sarcastic when I want to be.
"I knew it!" She cried out!
Talk about naïve Gryffindors.
"Right. Actually, see, I have this problem. This friend of mine, he's a great guy. Any girl would be lucky to have him. He's rather good-looking, kind, strong, intelligent, anything I or anyone else would want for that matter. And he found this great girl, this girl that was just like him. When I saw them together it just made me feel so happy. Because he deserved a girl like that. They had this chemistry that just made me giggle. And today I see my bud by a water fountain almost in bloody tears. I asked him what was up and he told me. Everything.-" I paused slightly for effect, I was going to make her suffer.
"Everything?" she croaked.
"Yes. No interrupting. So my friend, a friend I've known forever, told me that this great girl thought that he had liked me. Yeah right. Me? Somehow I doubt that. And this girl had no evidence or anything, sure they were breaking apart, but other than that she was just dying for a reason to break up with him. My friend is really hurt, he couldn't even be bothered to go to Transfiguration and that's his favorite class, although I'm sure this girl wouldn't know that. Obviously she didn't get to know him very well-"
Melanie made a move like she was trying to speak and I held out my hand to stop her.
"-but see, I know him very well. My heart breaks for him. And he's in his dormitory right now and he's crying because someone that he loved and cared about and hugged when she was sad and when her Daddy died, is now not there to give him the same sort of morale support. And he's crying and do you know what, his tears, they're on '-your-' hands. And you can't run away, sweetie."
I finished my little "talk" with this little girl and I turned on my heel and went back up to the commons.
Quite proud of myself.
8:47 PM:
Alicia and I are in the kitchens. We've just snitched some brownies and mugs of hot cocoa.
"So you snogged him then?" She asked.
"Erm. No, not really, unless you count a terribly 'innocent schoolgirl' kiss on the cheek as a snog-"
"Oh."
"You like him then?"
"I have a feeling about him," I said not bothering to elaborate much.
"A feeling?" Alicia always makes me elaborate.
"Yes," I said, "Like he's the one."
Most people would tell me I was being ridiculous, granted I was, but Alicia just smiled.
"You do what you have to do."
The rest of the time I told her about Bran, even though I didn't really want to.
She smiled, "Bran's a great guy."
"He's something special," I grinned.
"More special than Oliver?" Alicia giggled and threw me a glance.
"Way more special than Oliver," I said.
And somehow I knew that I believed it.
Alicia nodded half-knowingly.
8 AM:
I'm late for breakfast.
Off to see Olive.
I wonder if he'll call me 'Hammy'
I hope not.
8:15 AM:
At breakfast.
Oliver: "Hey Sleeping Beauty," he grinned.
"Sleeping beauty got kissed," I reminded him.
So in front of the Gryffindor breakfast table he kissed me.
Right on my plum-flavored little lips.
"I was kidding," I laughed.
He touched my nose with the tip of his finger, "No you weren't."
And I wasn't.
Alicia looked over at me and mouthed: "Yeah right, you haven't snogged him before."
We ate pretty quietly with toast and oatmeal I kept stealing glances at Bran who had his head down and who looked better, although his eyes were a bit puffy.
"Are you alright?" Oliver asked.
"Define alright," I said, driven on being halfway coy.
"Decent?"
"I'm fine, it's just Bran, he's sort of in a bummed out mood."
"And. . ."
"And I feel bad for him."
"Oh. People feel bad everyday."
"But 'People' aren't Bran, Olive, Bran's special." I said this in a mock conspirator voice and he looked at me and his crystal blue eyes blinked.
"And I'm not special?"
"You're very special, Olive," I said soothingly, "But you and Bran are different sorts of special."
"Special is special."
"Yes, but-"
Alicia shot me an apprehensive glance and went back to her scrambled eggs.
Trouble in paradise. Already?
About this chapter: It isn't fantastic or anything, or very funny but I tried to add in small bits of humor. It's pretty long (or so I think) so just enjoy, I needed to update and for the most part I'm happy with this chapter, even though it is a bit long-winded. It's sort of dramatic but I assure you the next chapter will be good and silly =) So bear with me here. I felt like doing what I did in this chapter, so I went ahead and did it. Enjoy. And please find the humor, it's in there!
Extra note: I had SOOO much fun with the speech between Melanie and Katie (but mainly Katie) and it was terribly fun to write, even with the drama bits in there.
*
Hannirose: It would've been an amazing ending (and to tell you the truth, I did contemplate that) but it isn't its time yet.
Raindrops: Lol =) thanks for your review.
Dagger: It was unexpected. I needed something to spice it up.
Lemon the kitty: You just love Binn's, don't you? So sue me! I do too.
Xodixiegurlox: Honestly, I'd love a bit of Katie/Bran going on (it'd be gorgeous and lovely) but I want to keep up the whole friendship without interruptions.
Carolyn: Oliver had, for the most part, the same dream as Katie had.
Professor Weasley: Awww! I cheered you up? You're making me feel good now, =) Lol. I'm glad.
Evol Norgara: Neville rocks. I adore Neville.
Mrs. Wood Felton: Yeah, it was random!
Allie-Marina: The "stunt" I pulled last chapter should not be analyzed! It's psycho and bizarre and I love it.
Krazy Reader: Thanks loads.
I love you all! Enjoy this chapter!
~*Been There Done That*~
7 AM:
It's early you know. But I love when it's early because I get to start off "another" wonderful day with Oliver, and my life is worth living! It serves promise and love and it beats anyone else's life! Except for rich people's.
I want to be rich.
Maybe Oliver will be rich and I can mooch off of that.
It could happen.
Anything could happen now that I have my Oliver!
The sun is out and it is clear and gorgeous. The rays shine upon my face and I'm just in awe.
Well, I mean sure it's cloudy and raining and the sun is hiding from my hideous morning face but that isn't the point.
Not really.
Going to breakfast.
7:43 AM:
I'm at breakfast! Sitting next to Bran who has just caught wind of the fact that I'm going out with Oliver.
He isn't happy.
Actually, he's elated.
"I knew we'd marry you off someday, old gal."
Thanks. Thanks a bloody lot.
Actually, although it sounds terrible and arrogant and everything else I wanted him to be jealous. Terribly jealous. Not because he isn't Oliver but because Oliver will be spending a lot of time with me now, and Bran and I won't get to spend as much "friend time" together. But he isn't jealous.
Fine.
Oliver was attempting to hold my hand WHILE we attempted to eat BREAKFAST. How difficult is that? It's SO hard. So I reach over for the syrup and it spills all over his white, crisp, collared shirt.
And he still doesn't let go of my hand as it fills with nasty syrup.
Lovely.
And I thought I'D be the clingy one.
8:03 AM:
Oliver walked me to History of Magic today.
He's lovely, it's weird talking to him though, like unnatural.
"Erm. So. Yeah. How are you? Did you sleep well?" He actually asked me that.
"I'm fine. I slept fine," was my response. It was a bit mechanical though.
9:51 AM:
In History of Magic. Professor Binns is so weird.
Even weirder than before.
If that's even humanly possible.
Which I doubt it is.
But you never know.
Stranger things have happened.
"Goblin revolts are very interesting. Very interesting indeed. In fact, I love Goblins. With a burning passion. I hope to snog one before I die."
We, of course, failed to mention the fact that he's already dead.
He's probably trying to live vicariously through me and make me snog a Goblin.
Well, if the pay was good. . .
12:21 PM:
Lunch!
Ham and cheese sandwiches, I'm getting excited now.
Oliver's talking excitedly to Bran.
Something about "yeah she is something special", that's what Bran was saying.
And then Oliver nodded, "I'll take good care of her, Bran."
Bran gave him a warning look and said, "You better, Oliver. Because if you don't, its your head on the chopping block."
The scary thing is, I think he meant it.
Oliver has a fascination with olives. Odd. He puts them on his fingers and does a puppet show, but it's an olive show.
"See the green in this olive? Very ripe."
Uhuh.
I see that. And I don't even care.
But I should, shouldn't I? I mean he IS my boyfriend after all.
So I've taken to calling him Olive.
It's short.
And it has a "hidden symbol" ((I hear lovers' always have these hidden symbols)) and he goes, "Well, you'll need a name too then."
"I have a name, Katie, Katie Belle."
He rolled his eyes, "A special name."
I paused in mid-bite of ham sandwich, "Go on then, what's your idea."
"Hammy," he said, "you like ham sandwiches."
I was about ready to die.
If this is romance then somebody kill me.
"Hammy? But, doll, come on now. Hammy? I loathe these sandwiches, I curse their guts, I do not like them, I am not happy."
He looked at me and said, "I'm glad you're happy."
Talk about misinterpreting words. And I wasn't even VAGUE
Not even sort of.
Bran was rolling his eyes and looking as though he was about ready to crack up, he looked at me and mouthed "Athletes, who needs them?"
And I met his eyes and grinned, "Me."
2:45 PM:
In between our break I saw Bran standing near the water fountain, all alone. Without Melanie. He looked pretty sad, so I ran over to him (thankfully Olive was away)
"Hey, mate," I addressed him casually, "why the sad face? You have a gorgeous smile again, come on, give me one."
He choked out, "Melanie and I broke up." His voice was hard and cold and oddly vulnerable. As though the words hurt and they overpowered.
"Oh," what does one say in situations like these?
I love Bran. Sometimes I think he's my soul. He's my history; he's like blood almost. And you can't deny blood.
"She accused me of liking you," he said it like 'you' made him almost hurl, "and we hadn't been spending as much time together anymore, you know, Mel and I."
I ushered him back towards Gryffindor common room and he didn't even protest, even though we'd be ditching afternoon lessons.
He was a wreck. And that was scary, seeing Bran so not put together, and seeing him scared and vulnerable like a little boy. He's always been my rock, you see. These past years, he's been my strong place. And to see the strongest of the strong holding you with such a grip that was like a little boy clinging to his Mum. It was scary.
"I should talk to someone else," he said, "You and Oliver, I don't want him to form accusations or anything. Go back to class, get your education," he said dismally.
"Nonsense," I said, "I'm staying with you."
And I did.
4:13 PM:
My heart's breaking for him. He's so sad, and it's partly my fault because she thought he liked me. Yeah right. Me, and Bran? That's almost laughable. For one, let's get this straight:
I'm not that lucky
And
Bran's as good as blood. You don't marry blood anywhere but in Georgia.
I'm going to have a little "talk" with her.
5:56 PM:
Back.
Had nice chat.
She needs to be thrown off the end of the earth.
"So," I said, "Bran and I have been snogging behind your back. You know, I love him so much. More than apple pie, and he loves me as well. And we're going to get married and have gorgeous kids. You can come to the wedding, if you want." I can be sarcastic when I want to be.
"I knew it!" She cried out!
Talk about naïve Gryffindors.
"Right. Actually, see, I have this problem. This friend of mine, he's a great guy. Any girl would be lucky to have him. He's rather good-looking, kind, strong, intelligent, anything I or anyone else would want for that matter. And he found this great girl, this girl that was just like him. When I saw them together it just made me feel so happy. Because he deserved a girl like that. They had this chemistry that just made me giggle. And today I see my bud by a water fountain almost in bloody tears. I asked him what was up and he told me. Everything.-" I paused slightly for effect, I was going to make her suffer.
"Everything?" she croaked.
"Yes. No interrupting. So my friend, a friend I've known forever, told me that this great girl thought that he had liked me. Yeah right. Me? Somehow I doubt that. And this girl had no evidence or anything, sure they were breaking apart, but other than that she was just dying for a reason to break up with him. My friend is really hurt, he couldn't even be bothered to go to Transfiguration and that's his favorite class, although I'm sure this girl wouldn't know that. Obviously she didn't get to know him very well-"
Melanie made a move like she was trying to speak and I held out my hand to stop her.
"-but see, I know him very well. My heart breaks for him. And he's in his dormitory right now and he's crying because someone that he loved and cared about and hugged when she was sad and when her Daddy died, is now not there to give him the same sort of morale support. And he's crying and do you know what, his tears, they're on '-your-' hands. And you can't run away, sweetie."
I finished my little "talk" with this little girl and I turned on my heel and went back up to the commons.
Quite proud of myself.
8:47 PM:
Alicia and I are in the kitchens. We've just snitched some brownies and mugs of hot cocoa.
"So you snogged him then?" She asked.
"Erm. No, not really, unless you count a terribly 'innocent schoolgirl' kiss on the cheek as a snog-"
"Oh."
"You like him then?"
"I have a feeling about him," I said not bothering to elaborate much.
"A feeling?" Alicia always makes me elaborate.
"Yes," I said, "Like he's the one."
Most people would tell me I was being ridiculous, granted I was, but Alicia just smiled.
"You do what you have to do."
The rest of the time I told her about Bran, even though I didn't really want to.
She smiled, "Bran's a great guy."
"He's something special," I grinned.
"More special than Oliver?" Alicia giggled and threw me a glance.
"Way more special than Oliver," I said.
And somehow I knew that I believed it.
Alicia nodded half-knowingly.
8 AM:
I'm late for breakfast.
Off to see Olive.
I wonder if he'll call me 'Hammy'
I hope not.
8:15 AM:
At breakfast.
Oliver: "Hey Sleeping Beauty," he grinned.
"Sleeping beauty got kissed," I reminded him.
So in front of the Gryffindor breakfast table he kissed me.
Right on my plum-flavored little lips.
"I was kidding," I laughed.
He touched my nose with the tip of his finger, "No you weren't."
And I wasn't.
Alicia looked over at me and mouthed: "Yeah right, you haven't snogged him before."
We ate pretty quietly with toast and oatmeal I kept stealing glances at Bran who had his head down and who looked better, although his eyes were a bit puffy.
"Are you alright?" Oliver asked.
"Define alright," I said, driven on being halfway coy.
"Decent?"
"I'm fine, it's just Bran, he's sort of in a bummed out mood."
"And. . ."
"And I feel bad for him."
"Oh. People feel bad everyday."
"But 'People' aren't Bran, Olive, Bran's special." I said this in a mock conspirator voice and he looked at me and his crystal blue eyes blinked.
"And I'm not special?"
"You're very special, Olive," I said soothingly, "But you and Bran are different sorts of special."
"Special is special."
"Yes, but-"
Alicia shot me an apprehensive glance and went back to her scrambled eggs.
Trouble in paradise. Already?