Those Hazel Eyes

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A/N: Language is still Dutch, not English.

Chapter two: Oliver Wood, The One With The Sexy Accent And Body

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Food... Food is good. I hadn't eaten anything since this morning and I ate everything that came near me. I grabbed some chocolate and an apple, mixing it with some pumpkin juice and a cookie. Angelina stared at me, as did Alicia. But I wasn't sure about her. She was still a bit confused after she fell and her eyes were a bit hazy.

After dinner it was time to get to bed. Angelina dragged me away from the cookies and took me to the Common Room of Gryffindor. After she dropped me on a couch in front of the fire, she went upstairs to bed. I was too full to pull myself up and follow Angelina, so I decided to stay in the Common Room.

I was dozing off when I heard footsteps. I wanted to turn around and see who was standing behind me. But again, my laziness won and I didn't move.

"Kates?"

There goes my stomach again. That damn accent.

"What are you still doing here?"

By Merlin's beard, I hope he's not going to lecture me.

"Well, Oliver Wood. I am pleased to inform you that I have eaten too much and I can't move."

Oliver laughed and took the chair next to mine. "Well, I certainly hope that your broom stays intact tomorrow. For our first practice."

I knew this conversation would end up about Quidditch. The poor boy, he needs something else to focus on. A girl. Me, perhaps?

"I am sure that my broom will hold me, Mister Wood."

Why was I acting so distant? My eyes were staring at the flames; I hadn't moved since he sat next to me and every word that I said to him was covered with ice.

"You should be in bed. Come on!"

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me off of my couch. I moaned and got up. He walked with me until we reached the stairs and pushed me up the first one.

"I want my best Chaser to be fit and awake when she comes up my pitch."

Best Chaser. Hmpf.

"Don't you go all slimy on me, Mister Wood. It's not going to work. Anyway, I'll see you in the morning. I am kind of tired. Goodnight."

"Sweet dreams, Kates." I heard him whisper while I mounted the stairs.

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Could my first day be more impossible? Three hours of Potions! Three hours with Slytherin and Snape in one room. It can't be healthy. I'm going to die. Would they sell pink as colour for coffins?

I entered the dungeons and went to my regular desk, waiting for Alicia who always sat next to me. But when Oliver Wood walked in, he stopped, looked around and spotted me. He smiled and sat next to me.

"Really, Wood. What is the meaning of this?"

He looked at me and that smile was still playing on his face. "Meaning of what?"

Was the boy stupid? He knows that my partner is Alicia!

"Alicia sits next to me in Potions."

There was my ice cold tone again. Memo to myself: try to warm your voice up.

…

That is the most stupid memo I've ever heard.

"I know, but Alicia ran into Snape this morning and he told her that she has to sit next to Flint. Because she eh... sucks in Potions."

Oh crap... Now I'm sitting next to Oliver Wood, The One With The Sexy Accent And Body all year long. Not that I mind of course. This could lead to very interesting situations. Hehehe...

I thought that I wasn't good in making Potions. But Oliver sucks even more then I do! He twice forgot to add some crucial ingredients, so our Sleeping Draught was actually a terrible poison. Well, we haven't got any marks from Snape but at least I had a great time with Oliver.

Before I knew it, the first day of my last year was over and I was sitting in the Common Room doing some homework. Charms never really was my subject and Professor Flitwick gave me some extra work to do.

I was cursing and swearing until Fred Weasley walked in and sat across me.

"Katie, you do realise that you just missed twenty minutes of practice and Wood is about to kill you?"

Shit... I totally forgot about Quidditch. I quickly ran upstairs to grab my broom and Quidditch clothes. I sprinted towards the locker room and quickly changed clothes. I was panting and sweating slightly when I reached the pitch. I was just about to mount my broom when a furious Oliver Wood yelled at me.

"Bell! A word after practice!"

Great, I'm already behind on Charms and Mister Nice Guy will probably lecture me for an hour.

Practice didn't go very well, either. I threw the Quaffle against Alicia's head twice and didn't make a goal once. One of George's bludgers almost knocked me off my broom. I almost fell when I wasn't paying attention and Oliver threw the Quaffle at me. After another hour of hell, Oliver finally blew his whistle and I was back with my two feet on the ground. Thank Merlin.

I slowly walked back to the locker room. I felt horrible. I almost killed Alicia, George and Oliver almost killed me! What a day... And Charms was still waiting for me in the Common Room. Another sleepless night was awaiting me. When I entered the locker room, everybody was already showered and were drying their hair.

Great, I had to walk alone to the Castle. Hey, I'm very social. I need people around me. I opened my locker and grabbed my coconut shampoo, with my red bath towel.

I walked to the girls showers and quickly undressed. Hmmm... If there is anything in the world that I like the most, it's a hot shower after Quidditch, washing al the mud, stress and fear away.

When my grandmother died, I showered for three hours, until we ran out of hot water and I screamed my lungs out. Luckily, Hogwarts never runs out of hot water.

When I thought I had enough water spoiled, I wrapped my towel around me and got to my locker.

"There you are."

I know that accent...

"Don't you remember I wanted to talk to you?"

Shit... My bloody memory! And I wasn't dressed! Well, I was, but it's just a towel around me. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, seeing me only with a towel around my body.

"Do you mind, Oliver?" I smiled sweetly.

"Mind what?"

I sighed and made a movement with my finger, telling him to turn around.

"Oh, right. Sorry."

He did turn around, but not before scanning me with his eyes. I gathered my clothes together. My trouser, my pants, my underwear, socks... Where the hell is my bra? I haven't forgotten it in the showers; I checked twice. I opened my locker, looked under the wooden bench in front of it. I sighed rather loud.

"Are you looking for something, Kates?"

Every time he calls me that, I get a shiver down my spine.

No time to drool, Katie. Find your bra! I opened my locker again and took everything out.

Shit, shit, shit.

Merlin, this was embarrassing. Telling my bloody Captain that I lost my bra.

"Actually, yes. I ehm... lost my bra."

He was laughing. LAUGHING!

Of course he's laughing. What else did you expect? Most girls keep their bra close to themselves and not go laying it where it doesn't belong.

Then I saw it! My bra was next to his feet. He had clearly seen it to, because he bent down and held it in his hands.

"Is it this one? Nice colour!"

I grabbed my pink bra from his hands.

"Thank you." I said rather sarcastically.

I quickly finished with dressing myself with the thought in the back of my head that I had to finish that Charms homework.

"Ready?"

Hmmm... That accent, it really makes a girl melt.

"Yes, you can turn around."

I grabbed my red towel and dried my hair.

"You were twenty minutes late, Kates."

Shiver.

"I hope you have a good explanation."

He seated himself and looked at me with those hazel eyes, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Yes, I have actually. I was doing my Charms homework and I completely lost track of time."

Lame excuse... He wouldn't believe me, but hey, what else can a girl do? I can't lie. 'Sorry, Oliver my love, I was held up by Snape who told me I had wash his hair.'

...

Nah, he wouldn't take it.

"Charms homework? Already? It's just the first day!"

That bloody boy needs to know everything.

"I suck at Charms, Oliver. Flitwick gave me some extra work."

There, you know it. Happy?

"If you have problems with Charms, I can help you."

Hmmm... Spending some more time with my beloved Oliver Wood... What would any girl say, here in Hogwarts with some good brains ...

YES!

Trying to hide my enthusiasm, I grinned and nodded. Merlin, I wanted to shout, scream, kick the living shit out of Marcus Flint, pull Alicia and Angelina out of their beds... I wanted to do something good!

He grinned back at me and helped me with cleaning up my stuff. Five minutes later, he was closing the Locker Room and we headed back to the Castle.

And ten minutes later he was explaining me how to use the Protection Charm. Clearly I was holding my wand wrongly.

He helped me writing my essay and even got me something to drink. I yawned and stretched myself out after two hours of hard work.

"My back is killing me."

Oliver stood up and went behind me. Before I knew it, before I even asked it, he began to massage me. Hmmmm... His strong hands on my back, his fingers touching every spot that needed to be touched.

Merlin, Katie, you can't fall in love, you can't. You'll end up hurt, just like with Cedric. Merlin, I feel pathetic. I mean, I'm a seventh year and I haven't got a boyfriend yet. The only kiss that I received was that one from Cedric. And it wasn't even a kiss. A kiss is something passionate, with love. Not just lips that touch for two seconds and a tongue that strokes yours. A perfect kiss must happen with a perfect boy.

"Kates?"

Oh Merlin, he's driving me crazy with that accent.

"Hmmmm?" was all I could bring out.

I ask you... You have the most popular boy in Hogwarts standing behind you, massaging your back, asking you a question. And all you can say is 'hmmm'. Nice move, Katie.

"Are you all right?"

I laid my hands on his, which were on my shoulders.

"I feel perfectly fine."

I stood up and faced him.

"Thanks." I whispered.

Hmmm... Good aftershave, Oliver!

He smiled and pushed me towards the stairs.

"Your bed is awaiting you, my lady."

I was giggling... Giggling.

I went to the stairs, I felt his gaze on my just massaged back. But when I placed my foot on the first step, I turned around.

"Hey, Oliver?"

"Hmm?"

HA! Now it's his turn to 'hmmm'. Maybe he was thinking the same way about me as I thought

about him...

Stop dreaming, Katie.

"Thanks."

And I went upstairs.

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This is the corrected version of this chapter. Thanks to my beta-reader ZeldaDragon!