Chapter Twenty-Five: The Truth

Katie landed her broom in the middle of the pitch. She then walked the rest of the way to the locker rooms. Once she was inside of the locker room, she went to her locker. She put her broom away and grabbed a duffel bag out of the locker. She walked over to a bench and sat herself and the duffel down. She zipped it open and started going through the contents. After a few minutes of looking, she pulled out a small vile. It was a birth control potion made of Cypress that she had gotten from Madam Pomfrey on December 26th. She was to put two drops in her tea every night. So far it only had four drops taken out of it. Katie glared down at the vile in her hand like it was the cause of her pain. Suddenly, she pulled her arms back and flung the small vile at the wall across from her. The second the vile hit the wall, it shattered. Katie proceeded to pick up her duffel and practically run out of the locker room. When she was half-way back to the castle, she ran smack into somebody. Katie fell backward, the other person falling in the other direction. Katie kept a death grip on her duffel as she fell. A second later Katie felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Kates, are you okay, I'm so sorry." She heard Oliver say. Katie pushed herself off the ground and then yanked her shoulder out of Oliver's grasp.

"Don't touch me." She said through gritted teeth before continuing her run to the castle. Oliver watched Katie's retreating form before running his hand over his face. Oliver shook his head before letting it drop forward. He started to walked toward the locker rooms himself when a silver glint caught his eye. He furrowed his eyebrows and bent down to pick it up. His heart dropped as he lifted Katie's silver charm bracelet off the ground.

Katie avoided Oliver for the next three days. In those three days, Oliver had come up to Katie twelve times, and each time, Katie had walked away as quickly as possible, not saying a word to him. She didn't have to start classes with him again until January 5th, so she hoped to be able to avoid him until then. No such luck. On the 30th, Katie was walking toward the Great Hall for lunch when she saw Oliver walking out of the Great Hall. Katie immediately turned around, ignoring her growling stomach, and started back up the stairs toward Gryffindor tower. Oliver spotted her the second she had started running and he went up after her. He promised himself he was going to keep trying to talk to her, and that was a promise he intended to keep.

Katie managed to make it all the way to the portrait hole, before Oliver grabbed her arm.

"Katie, why won't you even listen to me?" Oliver asked. Katie couldn't bite her tongue. She swung around, ripping her arm away from Oliver.

"Because it hurts!" She yelled, the last word getting choked up in her throat. Oliver jumped back a little. Katie forced herself to continue. "Every time I see you, I see a picture of you kissing that girl. And that hurts more than you will ever know." She said, a tear rolling down her cheek. Oliver looked genuinely pained by this.

"Katie, I'm sorry. But you don't know what really happened." Oliver said, reaching out for Katie again. Katie pulled away.

"I know what I saw." She said, another tear coming down her cheek. Oliver shook his head.

"Kates, I love you..." He started. He was cut off by Katie's hand hitting his face.

"Don't you ever!" She snapped, taking more steps away from him. "You lost the right to call me 'Kates' and tell me you loved me when you screwed me and then went out and fucked the first tart you saw!" She yelled, more tears streaking down her cheeks before she turned and gave the fat lady the password. She then proceeded to almost jump through the portrait hole. Oliver stood still, looking at the portrait hole as it closed. His eyes drifted shut for just a second before he opened them again. If you had been standing in front of him, you would have seen your own reflection in his eyes as they welled up with tears. Oliver turned away from the portrait hole and started to slowly make his way back down the stairs.

Once they could no longer see Oliver, Alicia and George slipped out of a hiding place in the wall.

"Oh My God." Alicia muttered under her breath. George just shook his head in Oliver's direction before the two climbed through the portrait hole themselves.

Oliver sat on a bench in the Gryffindor locker rooms, his head in his hands.

"Aw, sweety." Said a mockingly sweet voice from the doorway of the locker room. Oliver's head shot up and his vision directly fell on Casey.

"What do you want?" He said though gritted teeth, dropping his hands from his face. Casey smiled and took a few steps closer.

"Just to make you feel better." She said in a sultry voice. Oliver jumped off the bench, getting as far away from Casey as he could.

"Don't come anywhere near me, you're the one that did this." He said. Casey smiled.

"Now, how is me not coming near you going to change anything?" She asked, pretending to sound innocent.

"I looked up that freezing charm you used. If you can't get within three feet of me, it won't work." He said, still backing away as Casey followed him through the locker room. Casey shrugged.

"It was just a little freezing charm. I didn't think anything bad would happen." She said, giving another mock-innocent smile. Oliver shook his head, backing toward the door.

"Bullshit. You and Flint knew exactly what you were doing! You knew Katie was coming down that hallway!" He said, his voice raising with every word. Casey shook her head and laughed.

"You have no proof that I did anything. And, as for Katie, you're screwed. She saw me, us, kissing. She didn't see any freezing charms, she didn't see anything but my lips on yours." Casey said, her voice taking on an evil quality. "Sorry honey, looks like you're not gettin' the girl back." She finished before brushing past Oliver's now still form as he took in what she had just said. Once it had processed in his mind, Oliver picked his broom up from the wall it was leaning against and threw it across the room with such force he heard a crack as it hit one of the lockers.

"Fuck!" He yelled, sinking back onto the bench, his hands resumed their place over his face.

AN: I know, short, but did you like it? Please R/R! :)