I decided to be nice and post this chapter...at seven o'clock in the morning. Band starts in less than an hour, and I still have to go find some things.
Disclaimer (which I forgot about until now): Not mine, except for anyone you don't recognize. All belong to the great J. K. Rowling.
I gave Percy a better attitude. I really don't like the way he acts in the books. At all. Since I couldn't change him entirely, I gave him another side. A nicer side. Hope you all don't mind! ^_~
This chapter doesn't cover as much ground as the others, but it'll have to do for now. It's a pretty important one, though.
Enjoy!
Katie woke fairly early the next morning. Once she saw where she was, she was glad for it; the other students would have had a field day with this sight! Oliver was holding her upper body on his chest, arms crossed over her back. Their legs were tangled together, and her robe was knotted around both bodies.
She tried to sit up without waking her friend, but it seemed useless. He had a tight hold on her, and she couldn't squirm out of his arms. She sighed and stopped moving. Instead of taking advantage of the silence to think of some way to get off of Wood, she just smiled and laid her head back on his shoulder. One of her arms slid under his neck, the other resting on his chest, as her eyes closed again. Maybe, if she pretended to be asleep, he'd take care of it all himself. But her plan of pretending soon became reality, and she fell back to sleep.
As if on cue, Oliver stirred. Not fully remembering where he was, he tried to sit up. He immediately stopped when he felt a weight holding him still. He looked down to see a tangled mass of blond hair, the owner's face currently buried in his shirt, one of her hands fisted around the material. Her eyes were closed, and a small, contented smile was on her lips. A strange feeling of longing twisted his stomach.
"Katie," he whispered, gently stroking her hair in an attempt to wake her.
"Mmmm..." She sighed and moved against him so that her face was pressing lightly onto the skin of his neck.
"Katie, wake up," Wood didn't have the heart to move to push her off of him, so he stuck to whispering to her.
"Oh, shush, Ange," Katie murmured tiredly. "No Quidditch this morning..."
"Bell, come on, up!" He rubbed her back, trying to bring her out of her dreams.
Katie's eyes fluttered open. She shook her head, clearing her vision. Her gaze caught Oliver's and she blushed. "Sorry,"
She quickly went about untangling her robe from underneath him; it was keeping her from sitting up properly. "Sorry," she said again, her cheeks still bright red.
Oliver laughed. "What are you sorry about?"
"Um..." Katie's face turned a deeper red, if that was possible.
He smiled at her flustered movements. "Stop," He reached around and grabbed both of her hands. "Here, let me help,"
Katie grinned sheepishly at him. Oliver sat up, still holding her to him, and tugged the robe loose. Their legs were still caught together, making it difficult to stand. Finally, Katie succeeded and stood. She watched as her friend did the same. They stood there for a moment or two, just looking at each other.
"I should..." Katie stammered, incredibly embarrassed, "I should probably go get dressed before the others wake up and wonder where I am,"
She turned to flee up the stairs, but Wood caught her arm, making her face him. "Katie," he began, looking into her bright eyes, "When was the last time we fell asleep together?"
"Oh -" She shook her head, taken by surprise at the question. "Um...I don't remember.."
He smiled and nodded. He released her arm, but Katie didn't move. Instead, she stood there and looked at his eyes, which were downcast. She laughed and lifted his chin with her fingers. When he met her eyes, her hand moved to rest on his cheek.
She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Her hand dropped and she turned to go up to her dorm.
Oliver looked after her. He smiled sadly and made his way up the stairs to his own dorm. When he went in, Alexander and Percy were both still asleep. Percy was snoring softly, oblivious that his friend had just arrived. Alex, on the other hand, woke when the door closed, being a light sleeper.
"Oliver?" He asked sleepily as he rubbed his eyes. "Where did you come from?"
"The common room." Wood explained, "I fell asleep down there."
"Oh," Alex stretched before he stood. "Well, I'm gonna go shower. I want to get to the library to look up something for Charms before breakfast."
"Okay," Oliver fell back onto his bed and sighed. He closed his eyes but quickly opened them again when Percy poked his side.
"Where have you been all night?" He asked, grinning very unPercy-like.
"I fell asleep on a couch in the common room." Wood said simply.
The Weasley nodded. "Were you...with anyone? I could have sworn I heard someone else go down last night."
Wood looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "I didn't fall asleep until late!" Percy said in his defense, "I only heard a door close, once, so I know whoever it was didn't go back up." He nodded. "Or at least not before I fell asleep."
"Well, you're right."
The red-head smirked. "Who?" he asked. Even though he was Head Boy, around his friends, well Oliver and Alex at least, he seemed to be a whole different person. Much more like a Weasley, so to speak.
"Bell," Wood said easily, as though it had happened numerous times before. Which it had, just not in the past few...years.
"Ah," Percy smirked. "Of course."
"What?" The Keeper sat up and glared at his friend.
"Oh, come off it, Wood," The Weasley clapped his shoulder. "You know you like her."
"I am going to choose to ignore you now." Oliver flopped back down and rolled onto his stomach. Percy picked up the pillow from his bed, which was beside his friend's, and smacked him over the head with it.
"Ask her to go to Hogsmeade with you," The Head Boy suggested. "I'm sure she'd accept. I mean, hey! Who would turn down the opportunity to spend an entire day with Oliver Wood, the handsome Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper who will one day be famous?"
"You're outta your mind, Weasley," Wood grabbed the pillow from the other boy's hand as it came back down for another attack.
Percy laughed. "I'm more sane than you are, Oliver. Just ask her, will you?"
Wood sighed in defeat. "Maybe,"
**
Katie closed the door behind her as she entered her room. Angelina, Alyssia, and Elizabeth were all asleep. Not wanting to wake them, she quietly moved around the chamber and gathered some clothing and a towel.
Angelina yawned before her eyes opened. She pulled back the curtains of her four-poster bed. "Just where have you been?" she asked her friend.
"I, Ange, have been sleeping." Katie answered smartly.
"Indeed," The black girl stood. "But you were not sleeping in your bed. I woke up last night to get some water and you weren't here."
"No," her friend said, "I fell asleep in the common room."
"Really, now?" Angelina smirked. "Was a certain Quidditch captain down there as well?"
"Yes," Katie said innocently. "Why?"
"Did you happen to fall asleep with him?"
"I am not going to answer that question, Angelina Johnson, because I know very well that you would twist the truth to your liking."
The other Chaser smiled widely, her eyes sparkling with this new information. "You may as well have just answered my question. Your refusal confirmed it anyway."
"Oh, be quiet, you." Katie glared playfully at her friend. "I'm going to shower."
Angelina nodded as the other girl went into the bathroom and closed the door.
***
Wood was one of the first students in the Great Hall that morning. He had showered the night before, so had no need to do so again until after practice that evening.
A small group of girls at the Hufflepuff table looked up at him and giggled before turning back to each other and whispering. Flint and Warrington, another Chaser on the Slytherin team, were bent over a piece of parchment. Wood could see little figures zooming across the page, which was obviously being used to plan Quidditch strategies. The opposing captains caught the other's eye. Both glared, Flint even after Wood had kept walking before turning back to the other member of his team.
"Ah, Oliver," The said boy looked up. A girl with waist length light brown hair was standing in front of him. She was smiling, a glint in her cold blue eyes. Wood recognized her as Natasha Sulaweyo, a sixth year from Ravenclaw. Natasha was known throughout her house as a snotty pureblood, although one probably couldn't have guessed it by her nice looks.
"Yes?" Wood stopped walking but glanced over her shoulder at his house table, which was only a few feet away.
"I'd like to ask you something," Natasha moved over a bit, forcing the boy to look at her. She was acting quite boldly. "Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"
"What?" The Gryffindor stared at her.
The girl took his hesitation as shyness. "Oh, you're so cute," She cooed. Oliver raised his eyebrows. Natasha took no notice as she continued. "I'll meet you outside the Great Hall Saturday morning, okay?" She didn't give him time to reply before she walked off.
Wood gaped after her. What just happened? Had that girl tricked him into going to Hogsmeade with her? It sure seemed that way. He shook his head. He'd try to break it off later. At the moment, though, his stomach was growling, telling him to eat.
He sat down and was about to start filling his plate when someone clapped his shoulder. Fred Weasley, followed by his twin, sat next to the captain.
"Mornin', Wood," George said with a yawn as he picked up a piece of toast. "Pass the butter, Fred,"
His brother obliged. "What did Sulaweyo want?" Fred asked as he, too put food on his plate. "We saw her talking to you. You seemed a bit...confused."
Wood laughed at the Beater's tone of voice. "She asked me to go to Hogsmeade with her, and somehow tricked me into it."
"You said yes?" George raised an eyebrow at his friend.
"No, she agreed for me," He shook his head. "I had no say in the matter."
Fred and George exchanged glances. "We were sure you'd ask Katie," the first said.
Oliver choked on his juice, spitting some of it back into the cup. "Why in the world do you think that I'd do a thing like that?"
"Oh, come on, Wood," the other said, a bit bored, "Nearly the entire school can see that you two are perfect for each other. Well, all except you," He added.
"I do not like Bell," Wood said sternly.
"Yes, you do." Fred sighed. "The whole team has seen the way you look at her during practice - save Katie herself."
"What about Katie?" Alicia sat across from the three.
"We were just telling Oliver here how much he loves one of his chasers." George said, pointing his fork at the said captain.
"But," Fred added, "He just agreed to go to Hogsmeade with Natasha Sulaweyo."
"And you know that she's going to tell the whole school that Oliver is her boyfriend." George put in.
"So now," Fred went on for his brother, "poor Katie is going to be crushed,"
"Because she'll think that she doesn't have a chance to get him for herself." George finished.
"Oh, Wood!" Alicia cried, "How could you do that? Why didn't you ask Katie first?"
"Hey!" Oliver held up his hands. "I didn't actually agree to go with Natasha, she agreed for me. She walked away before I could say no!"
"Well," Fred said, "You're going to have to tell her that you don't want to go with her."
"I was going to anyway," The others grinned. "But not because I wanted to ask Katie!" he quickly added.
Alicia shook her head and pushed strands of dark hair from her face. "Whatever you say," The twins shrugged and went back to their meal. Nothing else was said on the matter.
After a few minutes, a pair of arms wrapped around Wood's neck. Someone leaned down. "Morning, all," It was Katie. 'Good mornings' chorused around the table. Katie let go of Oliver and sat down on his left.
Angelina soon appeared by the blond. She smiled at everyone as she lowered to the bench. Her long black braids were pulled back into a ponytail, and her dark skin seemed to glow from her recent shower. Lee took notice of the girl's arrival and sat beside her.
"Hey," he said to her before turning his attention to the others. "How's my favorite Quidditch team this fine morning?"
"We're fine, Jordan," Alicia grinned. "Have you taken an interest in one of our Chasers?"
Lee smiled. "Of course. Who could have resisted her charming...charm?"
Angelina laughed. "Why thank you," she said sweetly. The others smiled.
"You've been after her for three years," Fred pointed out.
"Yeah," George added, "Congratulations on your finally winning." He smiled widely, showing his teeth. His brother had the same look on his face as they turned toward Oliver.
Wood rolled his eyes. "I'm finished eating. I'm going to go get my stuff; I left it upstairs." The team nodded before going back to talking with Lee and Angelina.
"Hey, Wood," He turned around. Katie was standing and walking towards him. "I wanna go with you,"
Oliver smiled. "Sure," He wrapped an arm around her waist, avoiding her school bag. They had hardly gone a few steps before Natasha came up to them, blocking the way.
"Hello, Oliver," She glared at Katie. "What are you doing?"
Wood sighed and rolled his eyes again. "I'm going back upstairs,"
"With her?" Natasha motioned with her hand.
"Yes," He said evenly.
"But you're with me now," Natasha stepped forward.
Katie broke in. "Excuse me...Natasha, is it? But if you're trying to upset me just because you asked Oliver to go to Hogsmeade with you and so he be your boyfriend, it doesn't bother me." Natasha glared at her. She stepped from Wood's grasp. "Now I really have to get going."
"Come then, Oliver," Natasha took his arm and tried to drag his away.
"Wait," He pulled his arm away from her. "I need my books and stuff from my dorm. That's where I was going."
"Oh I'm sure Katie won't mind getting them, will you, dear?" Without waiting for an answer she pulled Wood out of the Hall and down a corridor. He glanced over his shoulder at his friend, pleading with her. Katie nodded and walked up the stairs.
She had overheard some of what the Weasleys had said about that weekend, so she knew about the girl's 'plan', if it could even be called that.
**
Natasha dragged a very reluctant Oliver down the corridor.
"My father," she was bragging, "works for the Ministry, in the Department of Magical Games and Sports."
Wood nodded distractedly. "Really?"
"Oh, yes," Natasha said unenthusiastically, "I go to every World Cup game; my father always get us the best seats. I've met all the players on the Holyhead Harpies team, as well as most of the Puddlemere United people too. They just loved me."
"Really, now?" He raised an eyebrow. She really is a snotty pureblood just like everyone says, he thought. I think she must have been hit by a bludger once or twice in all the times she been to the World Cup.
"You do play the sport...um...Quidditch, right?" As she asked this obvious question, she leaned closer to him, latching her arm through his.
"Um, yeah..." Wood rolled his eyes.
"You're the one that has to fly around those gold things, aren't you?"
"You mean the Keeper?" He almost snorted at this girl's lack of...information, to say the least.
"Oh, is that what it's called, then?"
"Yeah," Wood pulled his arm away from her.
Natasha grabbed it back again. "All of the professional players I've met are purebloods. I just don't see how anyone who's not a pureblood even understands the game." She said this as though she understood what she was talking about.
Wood gave her a disgusted look, one she didn't see as she continued. "Father says that halfbloods, much less muggle borns, shouldn't even be allowed to play on school teams. Like those girls...what're their names?" She paused and glanced toward the ceiling, as though it could give her the answer.
He took his arm from her grasp once again and ignored her question. "Do you even understand Quidditch?" he asked her.
"Oh, well..." Natasha muttered, "Of course I do. What do you take me for, a stupid muggle born?"
Wood shook his head. "It's not nice to be prejudiced against people who aren't purebloods, you know. I do have friends who are halfbloods and muggle borns."
"How terribly rude of me," she said sarcastically.
"Natasha," Wood said, "I don't want to -"
Before he had a chance to say something more, someone behind the two called out. "Hey, Tish!"
Natasha turned around and smiled. "Good morning, Sarah." The girl, probably a sixth year Ravenclaw as well, ran over to her friend.
"You left breakfast early today." Sarah had short cropped black hair and pale skin. She looked just as rude as the other.
"Yes, Oliver offered to walk me to class." She gestured to the Gryffindor.
"Oliver Wood, isn't it?" Sarah looked him over. "Nice to meet you. I'm Sarah Roberts." She held out her hand.
Wood took it. "You seem to already know me." He smiled, although only out of politeness.
"Who doesn't?" She sounded serious. "Come on, 'Tasha, lets get on to class. I'm sure Oliver has to as well."
Natasha glared at her friend. "All right, then," she said before turning to her other companion. "I'll see you later, Oliver." She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. Sarah grabbed her arm and pulled the girl into a classroom.
Wood rubbed his contaminated cheek with the back of his hand as he turned and went back up the hall towards his own class. "Stupid girl," he muttered under his breath.
**
Katie walked slowly down the cold corridor. She glanced at her watch. Class started in thirty minutes; she had plenty of time. She said the password and the portrait swung open. The common room was empty, everyone being down at breakfast by now.
Dropping her things by the entrance, she went up the stairs leading to Oliver's dorm. She opened the door and walked inside. His bag was sitting beside his bed, his wand on the table beside it. Katie picked up the two necessities and did a quick check around the room to see if any of his school books were around. None were, and she left.
Oliver's bag added with hers meant for a very long trip down to Charms, they were both quite heavy. She sighed and hefted hers onto her shoulder as she cradled the other in her arm.
Katie left the common room and trudged down the hall. Footsteps echoed behind her. She turned around but saw no one coming. Shaking her head - I must be going crazy - she continued on her way.
Then she heard it again. Without looking back this time, she slightly quickened her pace. An irrational fear rose in her chest. Who would be following me? she asked herself.
Whoever it was, they were coming closer. "What's the matter...afraid?"
The voice made Katie's heart seem to stop. She whirled around to face Flint. She immediately tried to reach for her wand, but found her movement hindered by the weight of Wood's school bag.
She glared at him a meanly as she could. Most others would have backed down from that look, but Flint laughed.
"Not as brave without your wand, are you, sweet?" He grinned maliciously.
She backed up, her heart pounding. "Stay away from me," she hissed.
"Why?" Flint took a step closer.
Katie didn't know what to say. She gasped when she stepped into something solid. She glanced behind to see Warrington and Montague, both large members from Slytherin's Quidditch team, standing behind her. She suddenly felt very small. Her chest constricted, making it hard to breathe.
"What do you want?" She gaped at the three Chasers.
Flint stood in front of her, frowning. "Revenge, of course."
"You're despicable," Katie whispered, disgusted.
He backhanded her - hard - across the cheek. Katie's head snapped to the side, and the coppery taste of blood was evident in her mouth. Her hand flew to her stinging face, fingers meeting the blood she could taste. The bags both fell to the floor.
"Don't you dare talk like that to me again." he growled.
"You'll get into trouble for that," Was all she managed to gasp, ignoring his comment.
"I've already gotten a months detention, as well as a two month Quidditch prohibition for that little thing I did. What more could McGonagall do to me?" He looked bored.
"Expulsion," Katie said weakly.
"Do you really think I care? My father, as well as Draco's if I ask nicely, would keep that from happening." The two behind them laughed and nodded.
Suddenly, footsteps came up the corridor. Afraid that it might be a teacher, they backed off. Flint whispered, "Don't think that I'm done with you yet, Bell. And if you tell anyone about this, you'll get worse than what I already have planned for you." They all laughed and ran off.
Katie quickly gathered the books and bags from the floor and rushed into a nearby bathroom. She looked into the mirror above the sinks. Her cheek was tinged with blue and green, and blood was dripping from her nose and mouth.
She turned on the tap and caught some water in her cupped hands. She noticed that she was shaking as she brought the cool liquid up to her face. The blood became diluted with the water and ran down her face to drip into the sink, turning the pooling water a light red.
After the blood had been cleaned away, Katie looked at her bruised cheek. How was she ever going to cover that up? She pulled some concealer from her bag and applied it gently to her face. It worked a bit, but you could still she that she was oddly colored. She took out her wand and put a charm on the make-up before reapplying it. This time it worked well to conceal the large bruise.
Katie sighed and put her wand and concealer away. She glanced at her watch. Class started five minutes ago. But instead of gathering herself and going on, she sank to the cold stone floor and cried, her tears washing away the make-up. She cried from fear and anger, from how hopeless she felt. Nothing could make Katie Bell cry, and she hated herself for giving in so easily.
After nearly an hour, Katie still hadn't moved. She had stopped crying, but couldn't stand. The bathroom door opened and a first year student walked in. She gasped when she saw the seventh year Gryffindor on the floor. The girl looked at the sink, which had been turned off but not rinsed out and saw dried blood. Her eyes widened.
"Are you okay?" she asked. Her voice was high-pitched but sweet.
Katie looked up and the girl gasped again. "You're on the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" she said, surprised. Katie nodded.
"My name is Lexy. I'm in Hufflepuff." The young girl smiled and sat down next to the other. "What happened?"
"N - nothing..." Katie stammered.
Lexy nodded. "Whose books are these?" She gestured to the bags, and the books that had fallen out of them.
"M- mine," the Gryffindor hiccupped, "and a friend's."
"First class is almost over." Lexy pointed out, "Don't you think your friend needs these books?"
Katie actually laughed, but it sounded more like a sob. "Yeah, I guess so," She smiled and stood, using the sink to help. She glanced in the mirror. Her concealer had been washed away. Sighing, she brought the little compact out again and applied more. Her eyes were a bit red, but it would be better in a few minutes.
"Thanks, Lexy," Katie put her hand on the small girl's shoulder. "I've really got to get going now."
"Okay," Lexy smiled up at her. "I'll see you at lunch, then!"
The older girl nodded and gathered the things from the floor and walked out of the bathroom, where she had spent more than half of her first class.
Katie walked down the hall, keeping her eyes down. After a few minutes, she came to the Charms classroom. She opened the door and walked in. Everyone looked up at her as she entered. She noticed that they were working out of their books and saw with a twinge of guilt that Wood was sharing a book with Percy.
"Ah, Miss Bell," Professor Filtwick squeaked, "I'm glad that you have finally joined us. Please, take a seat and open your book to page thirty-five. I'll talk to you after class."
Katie nodded, glad that he wasn't going to say anything in front of the class.
She handed Wood his bag as she passed and sat at the back of the room. She took out her book and opened it to the page the professor had specified. She could feel eyes on her, but chose to ignore them.
Suddenly, someone sat down next to her. She glanced up and saw Oliver looking at her, confused. "Where were you?" he asked, whispering.
Katie shook her head. "I'll tell you later."
Wood looked at her, concern in his large brown eyes. "Okay," He stood and walked back to his desk, now using his own book.
The rest of class passed quickly, and before long, the little professor dismissed his class. Katie walked up to his desk. "You wanted to talk with me, Professor?"
Flitwick looked up at her. "I'm not angry with you," he said in his squeaky voice. "But I would like to know where you were for more than half of my class. And why your cheek has a large bruise on it."
Katie gasped and reached up to feel her face. Flitwick grinned. "You used a charm to make your foundation thicker; I can see through some charms when I wish to. A charm in itself."
Katie opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. She thought quickly. "I fell down the stairs." She said the first thing that came to mind.
The professor nodded, not believing her but not pressing the matter. "Very well," He smiled at her. "Go on to your next class now, dear."
"Thank you, Professor," Katie gathered her things and left.
Wood was waiting for her outside the door. "Care to tell me what's going on?" he asked.
"I..." Katie looked around. The hall was crowded; too many people would be able to overhear. "Can we go someplace a bit more private?"
He looked at her, confused, but led her to an empty classroom a few doors down from Flitwick's. "Now will you tell me?"
Katie paused, but quickly decided to tell Oliver everything, which she did. She finished by wiping the make-up off of her cheek with the sleeve of her robes.
Wood gaped at the ugly bruise. "Flint did this to you?" he asked quietly, his voice shaking with anger. He reached out, holding his fingers just above her skin.
Katie nodded, her eyes watering again. "He told me not to tell anyone. Please don't do anything, Oliver!" she begged.
"But Katie," his brow furrowed and his hand dropped. "how can I let him get away with this? He hurt you!"
"Please, Oliver!" She sounded desperate.
He looked at her. "But -"
"No!" Katie cried, "He said he'd do worse to me if I tried to do anything about it. Who knows what he'd do? I really don't want to find out!"
"Then I'll just have to stay with you all day." he said evenly. "He wouldn't try anything with me around. Or at least I hope not."
"I know very well that you can't fight," Katie pointed out, exasperated.
"Well...no, I can't," he admitted, "But I still want to protect you."
"Why do you care about this so much, Oliver?" She changed the subject abruptly.
Wood was at a loss for words. "I...Beacause I..." He stopped. Katie looked up at him, waiting for an answer he wasn't ready to give. He shook his head.
"Katie," He reached up and cupped her face in his hands. "I'm sorry,"
She stared at him, confused. "Whatever for?"
"About Flint, Natasha...everything, I guess," He sighed.
"Natasha?" Katie asked, amused. "What does she have to do with anything?"
Wood looked away. "I don't want to go to Hogsmeade with her." He looked back at her. "I was going to ask someone else."
The girl smiled. "Who?"
Oliver didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Katie was shocked, but didn't have time to do anything before he broke the kiss. He was blushing furiously and quickly released her. He picked up his bag and ran from the room.
Katie watched him go, stunned. She touched her lips, where his had been just seconds before. Maybe Angelina was right...
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