Chapter 6 - Please Don't Let Me Go
Katie's POV
"Snape is a bloody git." George looked up from his lunch at me.
"Course he is. He absolutely loathes Gryffindor, doesn't he?" I groaned and
slammed my head on the table.
"Sure, but he's still a bloody git, just the same," said Ange, who was jumping
up to our table. She plopped down next to me.
"Maybe he had a bad experience with kids who were in Gryffindor when he
went to Hogwarts," Alicia murmured.
"Yeah, a bad experience with his oily hair is more like it," snickered George.
"Good afternoon, people! And how was everyone's first few classes?" exclaimed a
skipping Fred, who sat down next to Ange. She gave him a right peck on the cheek.
Damn, wish I had someone to do that with.. named Oliver Wood.. who said that?
Surely not me!
"Well, Potions sucks arse, but who didn't know that.. Herbology is the same, and
Astronomy was pretty gravy," Ange replied.
"That's my girl," Fred teased, and put his arm around her waist. Damn. I really need
a guy. Well, Oliver really. God, I can't get him out of my mind… "Earth to Katie!
Earth to Katie!" a pair of hands were attacking the air right in front of my face.
"Sorry. What is it?" I asked weakly.
"I SAID, how were your first few classes?" Fred grumbled.
"Oh. Well, potion sucks arse, as Ange said.. Herbology is okay. And
transfiguration, well, you have that one with me, Gred," I replied back, smiling.
"Gave McGonagall quite a surprise, didn't we?" muttered George. Fred
and I burst into hysterical laughter, receiving some odd glances from others
in the Great Hall. RUN IN FEAR PEOPLE… RUN IN FEAR…. (A/N: JUST for
YOU, Crying Pixie!)
"What? What happened this time?" questioned Alicia, who usually never worried
about such matters. Hm..
"Fred and Geroge…desk turned into huge..pinkbunny..hopped..all around…..
McGonagall…." I gasped.
"Oh my dear giddy aunt," muttered Ange.
"Exactly what McGonagall said when she saw the desk, er bunny," sang George.
"What's so funny now?" asked a very familiar Scottish voice from behind me.
I whipped around.
"Oh, hey Ol. You just missed Gred and Forge's joke of the day."
"What was is this time? Filch wearing a dress? Snape's pants turned into pink frilly
underwear?" he murmured, sitting down next to me.
"More like a desk turned into a huge pink bunny and hopping around McGonagall
during third hour transfiguration," squealed Alicia, who was still giggling. Wow, she
giggles a lot now. Guess it is indeed time for some match-making.
"Ah, I see. Lovely," replied Oliver, giving The Look to no one in particular. WHY
does he have to bloody affect me like this? What did I do to deserve this! "Any
detentions? Suspensions? Points taken off?" he immediately asked.
Fred and George grinned. "No. just a, er, warning," replied George.
"Yeah. It was something like, 'Mr Weasleys! NEVER in my teaching here at Hogwarts
has any student done such a thing to me! If I see that you two are being such
insubordinant children, BEWARE!" Fred screwed up his face and did a PERFECT
imitation of Professor McGonagall. Bloody perfect.
"It was great! She was turning a light shade of purple by the time she changed the bunny
back into her desk. Poor dear," I sighed, helping myself to some sandwiches. I justlove
those miniature ones!
"Well, it's only the beginning of the year. We just wanted to start the year off with a.. hop,"
George hinted innocently enough, though sending me (why me?) into another fit of laughter. Stupid twins.
Everyone just kinda of stared at me for a moment. Then they went back to their food. "I can't
wait until I have Defense Against the Dark Arts.. I hear that Professor Lupin is an excellent
teacher," I began, trying to make some semi-normal conversation.
"I'm sure he's excellent compared to Lockhart last year," muttered Fred. Angelina threw
him an "evilness". Wow that was good!
"I rather liked Lockhart!" she exclaimed, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
"Yeah, because of his looks, eh?" snickered Alicia.
"Well, at least he was DESIRABLE to look at," Ange snapped. Fred looked up at
her with a mock-hurt expression.
"Hmph. I resent that. Why, you have something QUITE desirable too look at right now!"
argued Fred.
"What, the food?" joked George, who earned a good punch from his oh-so-loving brother.
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Ange. Lockhart was SO good-looking!" I said, wanting
to have my fun for the day. Oliver turned and stared at me for a moment. Oh, jealousy is SWEET!
"Oh really now. I thought you said he was a git!" he sputtered, clenching his fists. Oh,
jealousy indeed!
"Oh, he's a git, alright. But a hot one!" I giggled, looking at Alicia. SHE knew what
I was playing at. She started to laugh too. She just shook her head at me and went back
to writing an essay.
"And what about us men, who try so HARD to get the ladies' attention? Hello you
lovely ladies," walked in Lee, who took a seat next to the twins. "How very sweet of
you Lee, but no. Points for trying though!" Ange said.
"Some of us just happen to go for older men, that's all," I replied, chewing on my yummy
sandwich.
"Yeah, like a year or two older," muttered Fred. Thanks to good-ole Fred, I went into
HUGE choking fit! Oh, Fred Wealsey, you are bloody unbelievable..
"Katie, are you alright?" Oliver asked me concernedly. (A/N: is 'concernedly' a word?)
He started rubbing and patting my back slowly. Oh gods, that felt good! Don't stop, Ol!
Don't stop…. WOWZA.. that sounded horrible!
I nodded. "I'm fine, food just went down the wrong way," I mumbled after a few more
minutes. I shot Fred the worst death glare I could come up with.
He turned a bright shade of pink and said shakily, "Um, George, brother dear! Let's go
to our next class, shall we? Don't want to be late and all!" Ha, so I DO give good death
glares! SCORE FOR KATIE!
"Let's head to Charms, Kates," Oliver nagged, tugging on my shirt. Sheese the boy was
impatient!
"Sure. See you guys later," I waved to the others. As we got up and walked out of the
Great Hall, he put his arm around my waist.
"Ow! JUST KILL ME GODDAMNIT!" I yelled, my ankle giving away. Stupid girls
from Ol's "Fan Club" must have decided it would be a FABULOUS idea to kick me
really frickin hard in the ankle. GRR.
"Kates, what happened?" Oliver asked, trying to hold me up.
"Oh, nothing. Just some girls from your fan base," I grumbled.
"My What?"
"Nothing. Somebody just kicked the bonkers out of me because you put your bloody
arm around me!" I groaned, rolling my eyes at him.
"Why would somebody kick you?" he questioned slowly. Gods, OLIVER! How thick
can you be!
"Because half or more of the school population is in love with you, and they don't want
you putting you arm around anybody but them!" I cried.
"Ah." The realization was FINALLY dawning on him.
"Yes, ah."
"I'm sorry Kates. Let me help you."
"No, no. I got it," I babbled, trying to get up but horribly failing to do so. But then I
felt two very soft hands massaging my now swollen ankle. I could get used to this!
"Oliver, what do you think you're doing!" I exclaimed. He merely shrugged and smiled.
"What does it look like? I have a dear friend who has hurt, so I am helping her. Now,
how does that feel?"
"Well, could you please… Oh, that feels rather good, actually," I purred, closing my
eyes. I suppose I could let him massage my ankle for a FEW moments.. Before I knew it,
I was picked up yet again!
"Alright Ms Bell, it's off to Charms we go. Or would you rather me take you to the hospital
wing?" asked Oliver, obviously unaware of the way he was affecting me.
"Ol, put me down! I am perfectly capable of handling myself," I said angrily.
"Oh, no Bell. I am going to take VERY good care of you.. It is time we go to Charms now,"
he smirked, giving me The Look.
"Fine," I grumbled, my anger evaporating quite quickly. I can never stay mad at the boy!
That face he gives me!
"Make yourself comfortable, Bell. It's going to be a long ride." And would I enjoy this ride!
Of course, being in Oliver's arms wasn't THAT bad, save the fact that I was getting
evil glances from Oliver's "fan base".
"Ol! Please stop," I said quietly, burying my head in my hands. He stopped walking and
gazed at me, frowning. Oh, I hate it when he frowns!
"Why Kates? What's wrong? We always used to do this together." I sighed and looked
up at him.
"I keep getting these evil glares from people. It IS rather upsetting, you know," I confessed …
but I didn't really WANT to get out of his arms, did I?
"Oh, that," he snorted. "Well, they just need to get over the fact that I am very affectionate
with certain people…" he trailed off. Wait a tic! Was he implying what I THINK he was?
(A/N: GO KATIE! FINALLY catching on! lol)
"Erm, ok Ol," I murmured, smiling, and therefore making him smile too. Yay! He's smiling
again!
"And what, Mr Wood and Ms Bell, exactly are you doing?" came a voice behind us. Oliver
turned around.
"Oh, hello Professor McGonagall," Oliver said brightly. I had to bury my head in his chest,
I was shaking from laughing! "You see, Professor, Bell here hurt her leg, so I offered to carry
her to Charms, seeing as how we may be late," he said, grinning crookedly. I was just shaking
from silent laughter. I slowly looked up and saw, OH MY DAYS! A hint of a smile on
the professor's face!
"Very well, you two. Hurry along now. Can't be late for class, can we?"
"No indeed Professor," replied Ol, and we began walking up the stairs again. I couldn't
take it anymore.
"Bloody hell, Oliver!" I gasped in between laughs.
"What?" he asked innocently enough. ENOUGH.
"Oh, just you.." I blurted. I hope I wasn't getting all sappy or anything on the boy!
"What? Can't seem to resist my.. irresistible charm… can you?" he said, giving
THE BLOODY LOOK! OH GOOD NIGHT! WHY ME! WHY ME! Wowza,
his face was really close to mine! This is getting very serious….
"Um, Ol.. we're going to be late for class.." I muttered, feeling a blush coming on
very quickly! Damn my Irish side! So glad I am tan right now.
"Oh, er.. right," I said, as if jumping out of a trance. And with that, the crazy quidditch
boy went into full speed. Of running, that is.
"Ol! Slow down or we'll get killed!" I exclaimed, though laughing.
"We all need some fun in our lives," was all he said, grinning at me.
Fun in life. Yeah. Great. Turns out we WERE in fact late to Charms, but thanks to
oh-so-wonderful Professor Flitwick, we merely got a warning. Me and Ol ended up
being partners for the day. Big surprise there.
"Today, class, we will be covering Cheering Charms," said the tiny professor, who
was standing on top of a huge pile of books so that he could see the whole class.
"Now, the incantation for this charm is…"
I felt a nudge on my shoulder. "Hey," Oliver whispered. I quietly groaned.
"What now, Oliver?" I hissed back, TRYING to learn something for once. FOR ONCE..
"How's your ankle?"
AWWW! Just look at that adorable face! He really is concerned for me!
"I haven't even thought about it. Looks like your 'magic' seems to have helped me,
Wood," I whispered back, smiling. HOLY CRAPPERONIES! Did I just say something
suggestive to Oliver..Wood! Why yes, I think you just did, Katie.. woah.. talking to myself
yet again. I really need to stop doing that. Oh well. At least I'm not arguing with myself like
I was earlier this week. OH YES YOU ARE, KATIE! YOU ARE INDEED ARGUING
WITH YOURSELF! Anyway… back to the wizard world.. AWAY from Katie's….
I guess what I said surprised Wood, because he turned a light pink and started coughing
like a nut. Poor boy.
"Ol, are you alright?" I asked, patting his back rather awkwardly.
"Yes. I am dandy," he muttered back. I couldn't help but giggle. He shot me The Look.
"Shut it, you."
BTW: CAN ANYONE BLOODY TELL ME HOW TO ADD IN SYMBOLS (like ) IN MY STORIES AND BE ABLE TO SAVE THEM SO THAT THEY SHOW! I AM LOST! SAVE MY SOUL! PLEASE EMAL OR REVIEW NAD LET ME KNOW!
YES! FINISHED EL CHAPTER! Lol you all should be SO proud of me! O ya! I don't think I'll get to post my lotr story until I finish this one… in case anyone was interested.. email me if u want more details… best be off! Got more chapters to type! I PROMISE THERE will be a little action in el next chapter! I know you all are probably watiting… lol over and out
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