I was actually going to try and finish this fic before school started.. but being that it statrs on Monday (August 9th) I guess that won't be happening.. -.-'
A few of my ideas always seem to change and stuff so it just keeps getting bigger and longer and more complex and--
I mean..
CHAPTER 15 IS OFFICIALLY UP!!
Enjoy
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Chapter Fifteen
About a week passed, and throughout that time, Lee had never quite forgiven Katie for the Hogsmeade incident. Katie hadn't quite forgiven herself either, niether had she forgiven Oliver with being with some Hufflepuff girl. Just the thought of it, rubbed her the wrong way.
Alicia noticed the tension between the two friends and decided to do a little investigation of her own, "Alright, what happened at Hogsmeade and why are you and Katie not talking to each other." She had caught Lee alone while he was studying. She seated herself next to him with a small sigh. "Come on. Tell Madam Alicia all."
"Well, it's like this," Lee began hesitantly. He launched into explaination about what happened that day, then went on to describe how used he felt. "--so basically," he concluded with a heavy sigh, "I was a sucker for thinking she liked me at all."
Alicia nodded, but not in agreement with his prior statement, "I think you just caught her at a really awkward moment, though I won't exactly defend her, because what she did was wrong." She nodded once more, then continued speaking, "But before I can pass judgement, I would have to talk to her about all this, I mean, if that's alright with you and everything."
At that moment, Fred and George emerged from the boys' dormitory, carrying some object hidden horribly in their robes, and laughing silently. Alicia noticed them while she spoke to Lee, "Because, when you really really like someone, you shouldn't just push them away the moment they do something terribly digusting or distrustful, right?"
"Well I guess so," Lee muttered.
Alicia's face twitsed slightly as George sneezed into his hands, dropping what looked like a bunch of wands. George looked at his hands, then wiped them off onto Fred's robes, who quickly jumped back and shoved his twin. Alicia prayed there was nothing on George's hands, because that would have been disgusting. "Everyone deserves a second--" one of the wands turned into a rubber chicken as George pisked it up, "--third--" she cocked her head to the side as George put one of the fake wands into Fred's back pocket while he wasn't looking, "--or fourth chance." Finally, Alicia focused back at Lee and smiled weakly, "Right?"
Lee instantly had the feeling that they were no longer talking about him, but more or less, Alicia. He bit back a laugh and shook his head, "Perhaps you should follow your own advice." With that, Lee removed himself from the couch, making sure to collect his study materials.
Alicia pretended to not know what the dark skinned boy was talking about, and leaned back on the couch. Watching the twins make their way across the common room was far more interesting than thinking about what Lee had just said.
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Horribe would have been an understatement if used when describing the Gryffindor team's practice that night. It was so dreadfully awful, that Oliver demanded that for every person that slacked off, there would be an additional hour to practice. He was clearly heated, so heated, infact, that Fred and George didn't dare try their luck.
The first ten minutes into the practice went considerably well, with the exception that Katie came running in late. She had been held up in doing some last minute touches on an potions essay. Because it was potions, Oliver excused it, but warned her that if it ever happened again, practices would be pure hell.
The chasers ran through their warm-ups, passing the quaffle to one another at different speeds. The warm-up haulted several times when Katie dropped the quaffle. Each time she did so, she could see Oliver slowly slipping over the edge, preapring to blow his cool and flat out kill her. "Katie! You've got to focus!"
"What's wrong, Katie?" Angelina said as she pulled up next to Katie when the first break in their practice was called. When Katie simply shook her head and looked downward, Angelina sighed, "I haven't seen you this down since--" she thought, "I don't think I've ever seen you this down before. Is it the whole Lee thing?"
Rather than answering, Katie touched down to the field, and went off to get a bit of water. Of course it isn't the Lee thing. She lied to herself, taking quick strides.
Once the practice started back up, it was quite obvious to everyone, that Katie's mind was defaintely elsewhere. Oliver had half a mind to have practice last an hour longer, or he could do the considerate thing and allow them all to go, and stay behind to find out what was wrong with the blonde. Making up his mind, he looked over his team with a grim face, "Another hour of practice. Hopefully, Katie, it won't be two hours."
Just as he had spoken, thunder began to sound in the distance, and there were rain clouds headed in their direction. In a matter of moments, rain showered the Gryffindor team. The twins made to touch down to the field, but Oliver stopped them, "I said another hour of practice."
"But it's raining," Angelina argued. She too had been preparing to leave.
"It's just a little water, we'll all live," Oliver narrowed his eyes at them a bit. "Should I add on another hour, Angelina?"
Angelina rolled her eyes and growled. They had always known Oliver was an obsessive freak, but a tyrant on top of that? He must have been in a really foul mood.
So they spent a gruesome hour in the rain, which only made Katie do worse in the practice. Now, not only had she hurt Lee in a way she nevered imagined possible, she would be the reason the entire team got sick. When the quaffle slipped on her fingers, and began to fall, she groaned and leaned forward on her broom, resting her head in one hand.
Thunder continued to rumble continuously, and in the distance, lightening lit up the night sky. Oliver called the team in, and told them that everyone had better have a good practice next time around or else he would find a punishment fitting enough for all of them. It wasn't until the growling team when shuffling off, did he notice one of their number was missing.
It was growing a bit difficult to see, but Oliver knew Katie was still high in the air. She simply sat there, head resting in one of her hands, her face downward. She looked do defeated. It was a rather pathetic sight to see, but Oliver couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"Katie!" He called, cupping his mouth with his hands, she she would hopefully hear him without fail. "Katie, get down here! You'll get sick if you stay up there any longer!" When he got no response, he looked back toward the castle. Everyone else had vanished. Some friends she's got there, he thought ruefully, before mounting his broom and kicking off. In no time, he was at her side.
Katie's blonde hair was matted down by the rain, the water running down her face and arms. Once she noticed Oliver's presence, she looked over at him. It was hard to tell, but it looked as if she were crying.
"Don't take what I said personally," Oliver began, putting a hand on her back comfortingly, "As captain, I just have to push the team, you know that."
Katie sniffed and looked back down, and heaved a large sigh, "I was focused. I'm always focused," she began sourly. "But you--" she took a deep breath and shook her head, "You never notice. You barely notice anything, and then I--" she stopped speaking, as if horrified by what she was saying. She blushed furiously and turned her head away from him.
"Katie?" He asked, eyes filled with puzzlement.
"Forget it," she said softly, slowly lowering herself to the field beneath her. Once she landed, she hurried into the castle. Oliver touched down behind her, and allowed distance to be between them as they headed up to Gryffindor Tower.
What had she been going on about? He never noticed anything? Of course he did! He noticed how the Slytherin chasers handled the quaffle, and how the Ravenclaw seeker's left eye always twitched whenever a quaffle went past him. He also noticed how most of the girls that played Quidditch, played with their hair pulled back. Heck! He even noticed Madam Hooch's wince whenever Slytherin scored against anyone! So what did Katie mean by his never noticing? He noticed everything! He was Oliver Wood, Mr. Observant!
Before he knew it, Oliver was in the common room, swallowed by warmth and his year mates. In no time at all, he had thrown what Katie had said to him to the back of his mind. That he could ponder later, perhaps on a rainy day.
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Katie glanced over at Lee across the dungeons. Though this was risky, she had to know now if their friendship was forever ruined because of how stupid she had chosen to be. Snape's hooked nose was buried deep in the book before him. He had instructed the class to educate themselves for once and take notes from their text books. The next day they would be creating a potions from memory.
Silently tearing a bit of parchment as silently as she could muster, Katie continued to look about the dungeon nervously. With her parchment ready, she dipped her quill into emerald ink and quickly scribbled out on it:
Please don't hate me anymore.
Biting on her lower lip, she passed it to Angelina, who passed it to George, who passed it to Fred, who passed it to Alicia, who passed it to Lee. The boy looked at the parchment, then hesitantly scribbled on the opposit side of it. He passed it down the line of friends until it reached Katie.
I don't hate you. I'm mad at you, but I don't hate you.
Katie scribbled back, quickly.
How long are you going to be mad at me?
I don't know.
I really am sorry.
I know.
Then forgive me?
Maybe..
What dow I have to do?
Maybe a kiss would heal the injury you have inflicted upon me so.
Katie leaned back in her seat to glance over at Lee, who was grinning from ear to ear and wiggling his eyebrows, and puckering his lips in a comical fashion. Rolling her eyes, Katie wrote back.
I see your vocabulary as improved--
What about that kiss?
Too bad you're only using it to pick up girls--
So is that a maybe?
Katie had written back, but it never reached Lee, because Snape intercepted the note, with a nast sneer across his face. "Well, well, well, what have we here? A love note, perhaps?" Rather than interesting himself in his students' love lives, or at least embaressing them by reading it aloud, Professor Snape crumpled it up in one hand and tossed it away. "Twenty point from Gryffindor for not following directions. Now get back to work."
The silent dungeon fell even more silent at this, and more heads bent over their books to do their work. The only sound that filled the air were the scribbling of quills and the parchment being moved. Lee had passed Katie another note, but Katie didn't dare return it. A blush crept up on her face when she read it. Even if she did dare reply, she didn't know how she would.
But seriously, I really do like you Katie. A lot.
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"Feeling any better, Katie?" Oliver asked, as they prepared for their match against Ravenclaw. He adjusted his Quidditch robes, then his hair, then picked up his broom and looked over at Katie.
Katie beamed brightly at him, "Never better, now let's go win a match."
"That's the spirit!" Fred whooped loudly, high fiving his twin. He turned to Angelina, his hand reached up high into the air at its highest point, "Come on! High five!" Angelina rolled her eyes, but high fived the boy. Now he turned to Alicia. Much shorter than everyone except Katie, Alicia made five attempts before simply standing on a bench and slapping his hand.
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Kathy - In my head this chapter was way funnier then it turned out to be.. But I guess in the end it was just.. wrong.. Katie was all.. But I still think it's kind of funny.. And Oliver didn't even notice. -.-' But I hope this chapter makes up for my cruel and unusual sense of humour.. In truth, I'm a really forgiving person and I can't really have characters hold a grudge for long, unless they like.. I dunno.. KILL THEM or something.. -shrug- Oh! And I'll get right on top of making those brownies! Let's just hope I don't eat 'em all before you get some.. Heh.. heh...
crystalviolinist - 'bimbotic' I don't think I've ever heard that one before.. I'm gonna have to remember that for future references.. I'm glad you thought the last chapter was interesting.. I think.. I hope that was a good kind of interesting.. Uh.. Want a cookie? I've got plenty!
yuiyui - Ramen is so nice and cheap! Especially the oriental kind, that's my favorite. Heh.. But yes.. I couldn't have a grudge match or anything, I'm just really bad at the whole "I HATE YOU" thing.. Not my style at all.. anger, love, confusion, blushing, sports and dialogue I can do. Everything else is a no.. So I had to have Lee be the cute adorable forgiving thing I know he really truly is. But I like tyrant Oliver.. -huggles tyrant Ollie-
kawaii&crazy - I hope I updated soon enough for ya!
Linda19 - The Hufflepuff girl plays no major part in this fic.. yes he can do better.. and I'm very glad you're enjoying the fic!!! Uhm.. I'm actually going to base the Hufflepuff girl off of someone I don't like that much so she's going to be funny whenever I decide to throw her into the mix. Heh..
Thank you for the on going support... I didn't expect reviews this fast.. I just looked one day and was like: o.o -fish gape-
You guys are the greatest kiddies anyone could ever ask for! And after the next chapter (thank to Kathy) Everyone gets brownies and uh.. something else that's really really good!
Later Days!
-Richi Sama-
P.S There was nothing in George's hands... that would have been sick if there was.