A Worthy Ending

Katie reached the stairs of the castle only to see Oliver standing there waiting for her. She looked at him and he walked down the stairs and stared by her.

"My balls," stated Oliver.

"Uh, Oliver, I know we're friends and all, but I really don't need to know about those kinds of things." Katie said, looking at him oddly.

"NO! My Quidditch balls! Did you put them away?" Oliver huffed.

"Yes, Oliver. I used my extreme manly muscles to lift that box and carry it into the little itty bitty room where they're kept." She struck a pose that was supposed to show off muscles and then giggled.

He growled and grabbed her arm and marched back towards the locker rooms. Picking up one side of the box, Oliver sighed and motioned for her to grab the other side.

"Words, Ollie…they're quite helpful sometimes," Katie chided, but grabbed the handle on the end just the same.

He glared at her. "I am hungry. I want food."

"Ditto, but …"

"On three. One. Two. Three." As he said three, the two Hogwarts students hefted the trunk and carried it haltingly into the broom closet. As Katie set down her end though, the door began swinging shut. Oliver gasped and tried to leap over the trunk, successfully dropping it on his foot. Katie tried to stop the door while simultaneously trying to life the trunk off Oliver's foot. Slam…and the door was shut.

Complete silence enveloped the small room where they were trapped. "Who's bloody idea was it to not put handles on the insides of these doors?" Katie wailed suddenly.

"I don't know. But I want to kill them. We're stuck here until some comes to get us."

Katie whimpered and sagged onto the trunk. Oliver grumbled and sat next to her.

"Ollie!" Katie said in a sing-song voice awhile later. "How many hours?"

"Baby voices don't make the time go faster." Oliver responded, holding his head in his hands.

"Maybe for you!" Katie said, still talking like she would to a baby.

"Katherine!"

She sighed. "Ok, no, seriously. How long have we been here?"

He glanced down at his watch. "An hour."

"Bloody hell."

"Why don't we do something?" he asked.

Katie glanced at him. "Like what?"

"Good point," he sighed and leaned against the wall.

"Hello left hand. How are you? I'm wonderful, right hand, and yourself? Never been better. Hey, Oliver's hands…how are you two over there?" Katie giggled and moved her hands around in front of Oliver's hands.

He swatted her away and went to back to staring at the wall. "Oliver, c'mon this is boring!"

"It's not my fault that we're in here!" he twisted to focus on her.

"O, so you think it's mine?"

"Who let the door swing shut?"

"I cannot believe you just accused me of that!" she exclaimed, her voice rising into the higher registers.

"I did not just accuse you of it. You accused yourself. Which means that you must be guilty. Because people don't accuse people unless they're guilty!"

Her brow wrinkled in confusion. "That made no sense."

He nodded emphatically.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Oliver! Seriously! No, it didn't. Mostly because I did not accuse myself. You said that it was my fault when you implied that I let the door swing shut. That's accusing!"

Oliver rolled his eyes and turned away from her, crossing his arms.

Katie huffed and twisted in the other direction, doing the same with her arms.

"Katie, I'm sorry…Kaite? Katie, c'mon, please turn around." Oliver rested his head on her left shoulder and put his arms around her. He could feel her relax into his embrace, and he wished that he could kiss her. "Kates. I love you! Please turn?" he said, jokingly.

Katie's heart gave a leap as he said 'I love you'. "I love you too, Ollie," she whispered silently, and turned around. As she turned though, it threw into great detail just how close their faces were to each other. She took a breath and glanced into his eyes. He leaned in a little, as did she.

A spill of light from the locker room outside fell across Katie's profile. The pair jumped apart as a wizened elderly face peered in. "Why hello, Mr. Wood and Miss Bell." Professor McGonagall said.

"Hello, Professor." Oliver squeaked and stood up hurriedly.

"Dinner should just be finishing," she said, and stood aside so that Katie and Oliver could pass. They hustled out of the locker room and up to the castle.

Sometime later, a knock on Katie's dorm door made her glance up from the book she was reading. She had locked herself in there as soon as dinner was finished and she could escape away. "Who is it?" she called, padding across the room.

The person responded with another, slightly more persistent knock. "I'm not going to open until you tell me who it is!" she stated, leaning against the door at this point.

"Katherine!" a Scottish accent demanded from the other side.

"Oliver, go away, I don't feel good."

"That's a bloody lie, and you know it! You're just avoiding me!"

Tears came to her eyes and she cracked the door a little. "Hi," she said, glaring through.

He pushed the door open, and pushed her against the wall next to her. Katie stared at him, terrified. "I know you wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss you down in the locker room."

"Oliver, no. You're just doing this out of lust. We got lost in the moment. You don't actually feel this way about me," Katie choked on the words.

"Katie, I may have sounded like I was joking when I said I love you. But it's true. Ever since I saw you walk onto the pitch to try out, I had a crush on you. Over the years, it's developed into something more. I love you, Katherine Bell." Oliver stared deep into her eyes and tried to control his heart.

Katie's impulses took over and she slammed her lips against his. His arms encircled her tenderly as their kiss became passionate.

Angelina got to the top of the stairs and gasped. "Alicia!" she screamed back into the common room. Her scream broke apart the couple, who had accidentally left the door open. Alicia came running up the stairs to see a very pink Oliver, and a bright red Katie.

"Were they just…?" she turned to Angelina, unable to finish the question.

Angelina nodded and then turned to the couple. "So, are we dating yet?" she asked, grinning.

Katie blushed even more, and Oliver turned to her, "Shall we?"

She shrugged in response, broke into a smile and leaned her head against his shoulder as he threw an arm around her.

George, Fred and Lee, from the bottom of the stairs were shouting at each other, and at the girls to tell them "what in the bloody hell was going on." Angelina turned around angrily, "Fred, you won. Now shut up! Either that or corner Oliver in a second," she turned to Katie and Oliver and grabbed him by the corner of his shirt. "Bye bye, Ollie. We need to talk to Katie now."

Oliver blushed and turned to Katie. "Love you," he said, and kissed her quickly. He was almost thrown down the stairs by Angelina, who then pushed Katie inside her dorm, with Alicia following quickly behind and shutting the door.

"Spill!" the said, sitting on the beds.

Katie smiled and began the story of the broom closet.

yep...this is the end. sorry it took so long. i had to fly back to my moms house and then marching band took my life for a week (7 hours a day, carrying a sousaphone, rollstepping...) and then highschool -- its been an eventful couple of months to say the least. and i had almost forgotten all about this, and then a few days ago, i got 4 emails from the same person screaming at me that i had to continue ... and since i'm home sick today...why not. so, yep...here's the end...hope you all liked it