A/N: Ok I have totally given up on punctuation it's a bit of a guessing game for me so sorry. Thanks to everyone why reviewed my last chapter luff you! I wasn't too sure how to write this chapter (and I wrote it up quickly so there's probably loads of mistakes) so please review and let me know. Enjoy.

Chapter 4

Throughout practice Oliver had remained the quiet and mysterious self that had appeared in the locker rooms, only moments before practice commenced. Although there was something Katie found undeniably attractive about this new side of him, she also felt slightly disappointed that he had not approached her, even uttered a word to her the entire five hours the team were up in the air.

Unbeknown to Katie, Oliver had been staring at her throughout practice. She had changed a lot since he'd last seen her six years ago. Her dirty blonde hair, which previously had not been much longer than her chin, had now grown down to the length of her waist and her skin was slightly more tanned, not to mention she had grown an inch or two, but she still had those same gorgeous brown eyes and she was fit from the hours of quidditch training, which came with playing for a professional team such as puddlemere.

After practice ended, the original team carried out their regular routine and made their way towards the showers to wash away the mud, Oliver followed. Katie ached with pain as the hot beaded pearls of water pummelled her bruised flesh and ran down over the contours of her body until they finally reached the mosaic tiled floor and found their way to the drain. Katie let her bare back slide down the wall to the floor and just sat there letting time pass her by; she couldn't face talking to anyone-even Aude. The water burned and she felt the hurt, but Katie was familiar with the concept of pain and believed it to be different from suffering, pain was the feeling, suffering was the effects of pain. Katie did not like it but she knew she'd have to learn to endure pain. She began to pick at the sandy form of cement between the cracked wall tiles of the shower unit.

When 45 minutes had passed Katie shut off the water and wrapped a scarlet towel around her before stepping out of the shower, under the illusion that the team had left by now. She got changed then left the girl's side and entered the main team area, mostly filled with benches.

"Hello Katie." Katie jumped a foot at the sound of a disembodied voice calling her own name before turning to see the handsome face of their new keeper, for some reason she wasn't that disappointed to have company.

"Hey Wood, good first practice?" She knew the answer to this already, although Oliver was probably one of the best keepers Oliver had ever seen, since joining the Appleby arrows Oliver had excelled, giving Aude a run for her money. The three chasers had been exhausted more than ever by today's practice.

"Yeah thanks, looking forward to the next. You did well today Katie, you've improved enormously since my seventh year, and that's saying something." Wow. She'd missed his Scottish accent; she hadn't been able to detect it before as he'd said very little since he'd arrived.

"Ditto, but how come you're still here?"

"I was waiting for you of course."

"Me?"

"Yeah figured we could catch up, maybe go for a drink?"

"Sure, I'd love to." His face broke into a smile.

"Great!"

The bell rang as Oliver opened the door for Katie to walk through then followed in after her.

"Thanks Wood." Nick never would've held a door open for her, even before he started drinking; he'd said because girls had wanted equal rights with men, men shouldn't have to let ladies go first.

"That's alright, why Wood?"

"I don't know. Old habits die hard I guess but thank you Oliver."

"What would you like?" she scanned the menus.

"Hot chocolate please."

"Ok. Would you like to find a table while I go get it?"

"Sure." She chose a blue cushy sofa behind and antique wooden coffee table, with several mug rings stained onto it and sat down. It wasn't until now that she'd taken in the interior. The coffee shop, called 'The Red Egg', had a rustic oak floor; all the planks were different sizes and like wise differed slightly in shading. There were random sofas and coffee tables doted around the room, some clashing and contradicting one another. In a room just off the side was a long table also constructed of oak with equally long benches stretching the length of the table on either side.

"Here we go one hot chocolate and one black coffee." Oliver placed the miss-matching mugs down on the table before taking the seat opposite Katie, leaving her with a slight disappointment.

"Do I smell? I took a 45 minute long shower after practice."

"No. Think of it this way, I'm now in the perfect position to play tootsies." Katie laughed.

"Wow. A lot's changed, back in Hogwarts you wouldn't have known what a girl was if she'd danced naked around your nose. You were like an addict, high on quidditch, your eyes glazed over at the very mention of the sport."

"I resent that. I went on dates, but both times I completely screwed up."

Much to Katie's relief the subject of dating did not crop up again, she did not want to lie to Oliver. They spent the next couple of hours talking and reminiscing, almost and hour of which was spent talking about quidditch and Katie was beginning to think that he might not have changed all that much.

At 7 O'clock Katie looked down at her watch. Shit.

"Um Oliver, I better go I've got to be up early in the morning to erm… meet my mum before work, better get some beauty sleep in," she got up to leave."

"Ok, not that you really need it though."

"Oliver that was very cheesy." But she smiled through the cheese.

"I know."

"Oh and thanks for the hot chocolate, its been fun. I guess I'll see you at practice."

"Yeah do you want me to walk you home? It's getting kind of dark."

"No thanks I'll be ok, bye."

"Bye." Oliver watched her walk away before getting up to leave himself, smiling contently.

Katie hoped that she'd be able to make it back before Nick got there. Some days he'd never leave the house, or the living room, other days he'd go on benders away form the home and wouldn't come back all night, once he was gone for a week, either way he'd be drunk when he was at home, drunk, and unpredictable. If only Oliver had joined Puddlemere united.