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Chapter 5: Her Sleeping Child

Summary: Katie wakes up and goes about her business. Quidditch practice ensues. As usual, Katie's thoughts in Italic and now also underlined. Flint and Katie are in the same year.

"KATIE BELL!" Angelina's voice resonated around the room.

Katie blinked her eyes open to the sight of her good friend. Alicia was covering her ears while shaking her blond head.

"Merlin Katie, it's already the second month and you can't wake up on time?" Angelina asked, exasperated. A wicked grin appeared on her tanned face. "Maybe I should let your boyfriendwake you up every morning…"

"What boyfriend, Angie?" Katie yawned, having just woken up.

"You know…" Alicia prodded. "Oliver?"

Katie choked. Trying to escape, she bolted into the bathroom.

Why do they keep thinking that Oliver is my boyfriend? Okay, he's really handsome and charming and good-natured, but he's only my friend… right?

"Katie! Get the hell out! We're gonna be late!" Angie bellowed.

Katie hurriedly pulled on her robes and grabbed her books. She tore off to the dungeons after her two friends.

:::In the Dungeons:::

A/N: It's now in Katie's POV. Read on.

Finally! I was a few feet away from the stupid dungeons when BANG! I fell onto the stone floor. I looked up into blue-grey eyes. There was only one person with those eyes and that was-

"Sorry Katie," Roger Davies helped me up.

I mumbled, "It's alright," and blushed. I actually blushed.

"Potions?" He asked.

"Yeah," I managed a reply. Oh man, Iam so damn late! But I didn't really care…

"Well, I guess you're late," he offered after an awkward silence.

"I'd better get going then," I finally got the courage to look up again.

Opening the door, he motioned for me to go in. What a gentleman…

"Miss Bell … Welcome. I see you've decided to grace us with your presence." Snape's oily voice was enough to make me puke. But I held it. What a sarcastic git…

"Bell, sit with Marcus. I trust you will be able to learn from him the true art of potion-making."

Glancing at my friends who gave me sympathetic looks, I reluctantly sat down next to the idiotic Flint who leered at me.

"Glad you finally accepted me, Bell," His breath was ewwww…

Flint and I went back quite a long way. We are the same age. Flint has had those jutting teeth ever since I've first seen him. From the first time he'd seen me, he'd harassed me. Luckily, my friends or fellow Gryffindors would help. This time though, I was all alone with that sicko.

"Get a grip, Flint. Are we going to do the Potion or not?" I said in a frosty voice.

"Feisty, are we? But of course we are going to do the Potion, I wouldn't want to fail my O.W.L.s even if it's because of you," he replied.

Even though I hated to admit it, he was quite good at the subject. We were the last ones to finish, because of my late 'arrival', which earned me two rolls of parchment on the Sleeping Draught.

Snape had already left the room. I was packing when Flint put a hand on my shoulder. Shrugging it off, I increased my speed, bundling everything into my bag. Quite suddenly, he pushed me to the wall, cornering me. Man, I was so scared!

"Get off!" I shouted. Damn it, he was strong.

He would not budge so I kicked him in the groin. Hard. REALLY hard.

While he was rolling in pain, I escaped! That felt so good, seeing my worst enemy in pain. Satisfied, I went to my breakfast/lunch.

Overall, it was a tiring day. To top it, Oliver had arranged a meeting at the Pitch. I was doing McGonagall's essay when George rushed up to tell me. I groaned in dismay. I still had Snape's to finish and I was no stranger to Ollie's 'meetings'.

A/N: OK, now it ain't her POV. Read on.

The darkening sky saw seven people at the massive Quidditch Pitch. In the changing rooms near the Pitch actually.

Katie, though complaining, did not fail to turn up, as she knew what Quidditch meant to Oliver. Angelina, Alicia and the twins were less enthusiastic. Harry though seemed almost happy.

"This is our last chance- my last chance- to win the Quidditch Cup," he was striding up and down while he said his speech. "I'll be leaving at the end of this year. I'll never get another shot at it."

In her heart, Katie felt sadness. Her very best friend was going to leave her. Suddenly, the year seemed so short.

Oliver's voice jolted her back to her senses.

"Gryffindor haven't won for seven years now. OK, so we've had the worst luck in the world-injuries- then the tournament got called off last year…" Oliver swallowed hard. "But we also know we've got the best- ruddy- team- in- the- school," he said, punching a fist into his other hand, the old manic glint that everyone recognized back in his eye.

"We've got three superb Chasers." Oliver pointed to Alicia, Angelina and Katie.

"We've got two unbeatable Beaters."

"Stop it, Oliver, you're embarrassing us," the two Weasleys chorused, pretending to blush.

"And we've got a Seeker who has never failed to win us a match!" rumbled on Oliver, ignoring the twins' comments, glaring at Harry with pride.

Katie felt sorry for Harry. Not being able to escape from his crazy relatives during the holidays, he could not escape his crazy Quidditch Captain at school either!

"And me," Oliver added as an afterthought.

"We think you're very good, too, Oliver," said George.

"Cracking Keeper," Fred added.

"The point is," Oliver went on, his ears turning pink at the twins' remarks, resuming his pacing. "The Quidditch Cup should have had our name on it these last two years. Ever since Harry joined the team, I've thought the thing was in the bag. But we haven't got it, and this year's the last chance we'll get to finally see our name on the thing…"

Oliver spoke these so dejectedly that even Fred and George looked sympathetic.

"Oliver, this year's our year," said Fred.

"We'll do it, Oliver!" Even Angelina agreed.

"Definitely," Harry looked determined.

Heartened by the team's encouragement, Oliver arranged practice sessions three times a week. Since it was too dark, the team headed up to the castle.

:::Gryffindor Common Room:::

Katie sat with her head in her hands, poring over Snape's essay. Just half a roll more…

"What's up, Kates?" Oliver's voice sounded behind her.

"Nothing. Just finishing some Potions, Ollie," Katie replied.

"Want some help?" He had noticed her tired expression.

"Yeah, thanks," Katie was very grateful.

-Half an Hour Later-

Katie stretched her back. The essay was completed at last. She turned to the other couch meaning to thank Oliver when she realized he was fast asleep.

Katie's features softened and she packed her things away quietly. Bringing her blanket down from the dorm, she laid it on his body as the nights were cold and wet. Staring at his sleeping figure, at his angelic face, she smiled as a mother would smile down at her sleeping child.

Katie lay in bed, dreaming of two Quidditch Captains. Her dreams were peaceful, nothing like the nightmare she had lived through the night before.

So did you guys like that? I had writer's block on this one. Thanks to all reviewers especially BarkingdogBARK! R&R! )