The Quidditch Master
Chapter 10
One On One
"That was horrible! I swear I still smell bad because of that stupid class!" Katie cried out as she pulled on her Quidditch gear.
"I had seven people come up to me and tell me to never use the 'cologne' I was wearing again because I smelled like shit gone bad," Oliver informed Katie.
Katie looked at Oliver and laughed, which caused him to laugh. "I'm so sorry, honey," she said between laughs and pat him on the shoulder.
"Are you ready?" Oliver asked when he was sober.
"It would appear so," Katie said she patted all over her body to make sure everything was in place, "but I know I've forgotten something." She touched her head, "Ah, found it."
"Huh?" Oliver looked at her questioningly.
"I forgot to put my hair up," Katie replied and pulled a ponytail holder out of her tracksuit pocket. She flipped her head forward and pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. "Ready, I think."
Oliver smiled, "Come on, Katie girl."
"Hold on," she turned her back to him and rummaged around in her locker. "Ah," she smiled and produced two Nimbus 2001 broomsticks.
"Wow, Katie! Where'd you get these?" he ran over to her and began examining the broomsticks carefully.
"You know my dad. He likes to spoil me. He bought two, 'just incase I break one,' exact words," Katie grinned. "I think he bought you one, though."
"Good man, that dad of yours," Oliver grinned.
"No, just a rich old man," Katie grinned back.
"He's not old. He still plays professional Quidditch, eh."
"Here you go," Katie handed Oliver one of the broomsticks before walking out of the locker room. "Don't forget your balls," she called over her shoulder.
Oliver grinned. "If I don't, will you check them over?"
"Oliver!" she screeched and continued walking to the Pitch.
"Hey, it was worth a try," he muttered and grabbed the ball case from the bench. "I didn't forget them!" he called out as he walked onto the Pitch. "Wanna check?" he wiggled his eyebrows at Katie.
"No, you perv!" she exclaimed and hopped on her broom and flew in a giant oval around the Quidditch Pitch.
Oliver smiled and opened the case the balls were kept in. He looked at the Bludgers struggling to get out and chuckled lightly. "Maybe next time," he muttered and pulled the Quaffle out. He hopped on his broom and started to fly around in circles behind Katie.
Katie swerved off the path she had been on for the past ten minutes and flew into the center of the Pitch. Oliver followed her and tossed her the Quaffle. He flew over to the three hoops on the end of the field.
"Ready?" he asked Katie.
Instead of answering with words, she started flying at him. She faked left and threw right and Oliver easily caught it.
"Come on, Katie girl. You're going to have to do better than that!"
"Fine," Katie replied and Oliver tossed the Quaffle back to her. She flew back to the center of the field and turned back around to face Oliver.
"Ready or not, here I come," she called out in a singsong voice and flew at him again. This time, she faked left and went right before turning quickly back to the left and shooting on the leftmost hoop. It went in and Katie threw her arms up in the air.
"That's one to one, eh, Ollie?" she cried out happily.
"Yeah, whatever," he muttered with a grin and flew to the ground behind the goal end to retrieve the Quaffle.
Katie flew back to the center of the field and Oliver tossed her the Quaffle when he got back from retrieving it.
Oliver cupped his hands over his mouth and called out, "Bring it on!"
"Oh, I'll bring it," Katie called back with a wicked grin. "Don't you worry your sexy self about that," she muttered and flew towards him again. She quickly faked right then left and threw the Quaffle at the middle goalpost. Oliver performed a Starfish and Stick to prevent the throw from being a goal and succeeded.
"No fair! You can do all those special keeper moves by yourself! I can't do anything without Ali and Angie!" Katie pouted and folded her arms across her chest.
"Not my fault," Oliver replied and slid back onto his broom from the Starfish and Stick.
"This isn't fun anymore!"
"Do you want to do something else?" Oliver asked with a strange look that Katie didn't recognize.
"I don't know. We always do this and you ALWAYS win, so I suppose I do want to do something else. What do you have in mind?"
"Nothing that you'd want to do…" Oliver's cheeks reddened slightly.
"Try me."
"That's okay. What do you want to do?"
"How about we take a walk around the grounds?" Katie asked hopefully. She loved Hogwarts' grounds in the spring.
"Sure." Oliver grinned, "I have to put my balls up first, though."
"Stop it, Ollie. It's not funny at all."
"Fine, you win," Oliver conceded. "I won't talk about my balls anymore."
"Good," Katie grinned. "I'll put the brooms up while you take care of the balls."
"Sounds good to me," Oliver said and descended to the ground. Katie followed suit and hopped off her broom when her feet touched the ground.
"Here," Oliver handed Katie the broom and walked over to where he had left the ball case.
Katie held a broom in each hand and walked into the locker room. She started singing one of her favorite Muggle songs under her breath as she put the brooms up in their proper lockers.
"I'm tryin' to
forget
But I'm addicted to you
But I wanted
And I needed
I'm
addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And
I never
Want to do this
again
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker."
"Bravo, bravo!" Oliver called from behind and started clapping his hands. "Lovely performance."
"Want to know a secret?" Katie asked him with a seductive smile.
"Uh huh," he nodded and stashed the ball case in his locker.
"That song is true about someone in my life right now," she said casually. "Now, do you want to go on that walk?"
He nodded and scratched his head. "Who's it about?"
"Someone…" Katie trailed off and began to walk out of the locker room through the door that led to the grounds.
"Oh come on!" Oliver cried out and ran up behind. "We're best buds! You can tell me anything!"
"You'll laugh," Katie replied monotonously.
"I promise I won't laugh!"
"That's okay. This is something I'd rather keep to myself at the moment."
"Fine, be that way," Oliver muttered.
"I will!"
"You infuriate me to no end sometimes!" Oliver shouted at Katie.
"Aw, Ollie dear, that's why you love me!"
"No, I love you for many other reasons. Infuriation not being one of them," he said calmly.
Katie stopped and stomped her foot on the grass. "Why do you have to be like this?"
"Like what?" Oliver asked cautiously over his shoulder.
"So perfect and sweet."
Oliver stopped under the shade of an oak tree by the side of the lake and motioned Katie over.
She shook her head no.
"Look, Katie, this is going to take a while. Why don't you just come over here and make it easier for both of us?" Oliver reasoned.
"Fine," Katie muttered and walked near to where Oliver was standing and plopped down on the ground. She rolled onto her back so that she was staring at the tree's branches and leaves.
Oliver lied down beside her and put his hands underneath his head.
An uncomfortable silence settled over them for about ten minutes. Oliver broke it by saying, "Katie, we can't keep doing this."
"Doing what?" she asked, still staring at the branches and leaves of the giant oak tree.
"Arguing over you and me."
"We're not."
"Think what you may," Oliver replied and turned his head to the side so that he was looking at Katie. "I'm just going to be straight forward about this. Why don't you want to take the chance and have something great with me?"
Katie turned her head so she was looking at Oliver. "I already told you why," she whispered.
"I don't care if Cedric gets his feelings hurt and I don't care if you think we won't last, because we will."
"I don't think Cedric is factor anymore," Katie whispered again.
"What happened?" Oliver asked with the hope that she broke things off completely with Cedric because she secretly wanted him as much as he wanted her.
"Well," she began slowly, "Andrea and I saw him with another girl on the way to Transfiguration."
"That bastard asked you out only yesterday morning and in less than forty-eight hours, he is already hanging all over another girl!" Oliver said enraged. He may not have liked Cedric at all, but that didn't mean that he wanted him to hurt her. "I can't believe he hurt you like that," he mumbled.
"Oliver, it's okay. I liked him last year and thought I did this year, but I was wrong. After last night, after what you told me, I realized that I didn't like him anymore and that I liked someone else."
"What bloody prick do you fancy this time?" Oliver asked with a pained look in his eyes.
Katie looked at him oddly. "Was it not obvious to you?"
"It's not like you said the lucky bastard's name!" Oliver defended himself.
"Do you want to know what the 'lucky bastard's name is,' as you so kindly put it, might I add."
Oliver nodded and Katie took a deep breath. "Oliver Wood."
"I'm going to kill that bastard. Oliver wood is-" Oliver abruptly stopped in the middle of his rant. "Oliver Wood is MY name."
Katie nodded and gave him a weak smile.
"Since you like me, and I like you, who's to say that we can't act on our feelings?" Oliver's hands found Katie's and grasped them tightly. "Who says we can't?"
"I do, Oliver," Katie said in a painstakingly low voice and pulled her hands out of Oliver's.
"Why not?" Oliver whispered back.
"Because you are my best friend, and I don't want to ever lose that," Katie ground out through clenched teeth. "How many times do I have to tell you that for you to understand?"
"And how many times do I have to tell you that you aren't going to lose anything, but instead gain something better?" Oliver retorted
"I get that, but ultimately, we'll lose everything," Katie reasoned.
"No we won't. We'll gain the entire universe! You're all I think about," Oliver grabbed Katie's hands again. "You're never out of my head. You're my one and only."
Katie blinked back a tear. "Think about this scenario. Everything's going great, and then one day we just grow sick of each other and break up, never to see one another again."
"But that's not going to happen, Katie. We've been best friends for six years and haven't ever grown sick of each other or gotten in a major row yet. Well, the row thing is a lie because we're having one right now, but you get the point."
Katie's eyebrows furrowed as she thought about what Oliver had just said. "You're…right," she muttered.
"Of course I am," he whispered and caressed the palms of her hands with his thumbs.
"But…"
"But what? I don't see what doubt there is that we are destined for each other," he looked sincerely into her eyes.
"Oliver," Katie sat up and pulled Oliver up with her.
Oliver didn't respond, but instead pulled her towards him and kissed her gently on the lips. She sighed into his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She pulled away after a moment and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Can we just keep this a secret for a while?"
"Why? Would you be embarrassed to be known as my girlfriend?" Oliver asked in a confused voice.
"No, it's nothing like that. It's just that you have this fan club and I don't want to die or be seriously injured."
"I do not have a fan club!"
Katie giggled and pulled her head off of Oliver's shoulder so she could stare him in the eye. "Just because you don't know they exist doesn't mean they aren't there."
"I suppose you're right," Oliver muttered. "But that doesn't mean I'm happy with this whole fan club thing."
"Well, I hate to be the one to say this," Katie looked at the sky, which was darkening considerably, "but we need to be getting inside."
Katie made as if to stand up, but Oliver stopped her. "So, are we, you know?"
Katie nodded and smiled.
"Good," Oliver grinned and stood up. He took Katie's hands and pulled her up beside him. Instead of letting both go, though, he only let go of one.
They walked back to the common room in a comfortable silence marred only by the occasional question, reply, or comment.
Katie smiled and gave a sigh of relief when she saw that the common room was empty of people, as did Oliver.
Oliver grabbed Katie's other hand and interlocked his fingers with hers. "Goodnight, Miss Bell."
"Goodnight, Mr. Wood," she responded back and leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips before letting go of his hands and disappearing up the girls' stairs.
Oliver trudged up the boys' stairs slowly in pure ecstasy.
XXX
Author's Note: Yes, I realize that it took ten chapters for three days to go by, but they were very exciting days! And the secret love thing is a lot like Chandler and Monica from Friends, lol. But I hope you enjoy chapter 10.
Thanks IHopeForAnarchy, Pia O'Leary, Seishi Sairensuno, Harrys 1 Fan, Doodle-flip. banana-princess93 (2), Lia06, and Kathy.
IHopeForAnarchy- That is so sad about your test!! Teachers can be such bitches sometimes!! We lost our game Wednesday and came in third place instead of first. I am so depressed!!
Pia O'Leary- LOL and thanks for searchign my story out!! At first it was Oliver, but it seemed so much funnier for George to be doing it!!! lol
Harrys 1 Fan- I play defense, usually stopper or sweeper. You?
banana-princess93- Sean Connery is an old guy- - -LOL. At least you corrected yourself, though.
Lia06- Don't let Macbeth see that!! But you're right, unless Macbeth looks like Sean Biggerstaff, that is. It would be impossible to have an affair if married to a sexy Scottish brogue!
-ilovecaptainjacks