Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just some of the plot.

A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. And thanks for pointing out that Davies is actually only a year older then Katie in the books. I didn't think to check that but I like it better my way anyway! Hehe jealous Oliver…

Chapter 3

Oliver paced the floor of his dormitory, thinking hard. He didn't know what had come over him… he knew he had over-reacted badly and he didn't have any idea why. The memory of his shouting match with Katie infuriated him. He kicked his trunk hard, immediately wishing he hadn't as pain shot up his leg. He sat on his bed, for the first time in years almost in tears. He knew he needed to talk to Katie and apologize. The best thing he could do was just give Katie and Davies his support if they decided to go out together. He sighed, knowing he had to do it tonight before things got any worse.

He left his dorm, making his way down the stairs and halfway up the girl's stairs before remembering that he wouldn't be able to make it to the top. He turned to leave but the stairs were already transforming under him.

"Well look who it is," Fred Weasley commented as him and his twin stood looking at Oliver who was lying at the bottom of the stairs…err… slide.

"Shut up," Oliver muttered, his face reddening slightly. He looked around the room, finally spotting who he was looking for. "Angelina!" he called. "Can you go up and get Katie for me?"

His face reddened more at Angelina's refusal, but it wasn't from embarrassment. Alicia, however, spotted a tantrum coming on and made her way past Oliver and up the stairs. Oliver waited impatiently, his temper cooling down. Alicia returned in a few minutes, alone.

"She won't come down," she told Oliver quietly, "I tried to reason with her but it made no difference."

Oliver was silent for a moment as he tried to keep himself from exploding,

"Well," he said finally, "thanks for trying."

He sat on a couch in front of the fire gloomily. Around him the common room was a buzz of noise. The food sent up had long gone but the Gryffindors were still talking about the troll incident. Oliver wished they would just go to bed and leave him in peace.

Katie had refused to go down to talk to Oliver, still extremely mad he would even talk to her that way. After a little while she began to calm down and with the help of a few chocolates she still had in her trunk she was soon feeling quite a bit better. She wondered to herself why Oliver had been so mad about the whole thing. She wasn't even planning on going out with Davies and he was Oliver's best friend anyway so she couldn't see the problem.

Her roommates retired to their beds, but Katie couldn't sleep. When she thought it was late enough for everyone to be in bed she made her way out of her dorm room, intending to sneak down to the kitchens and get something more then chocolates to fill her empty stomach.

The common room seemed to be deserted, which was just how Katie liked it. She was almost at the portrait hole when there was a voice behind her. A voice with a Scottish accent. Katie froze and closed her eyes, suprisingly almost happy to hear Oliver's voice.

"Where are you going?"

She turned around slowly, turning slightly pink when she realized she was in her pajamas.

"Nowhere, Wood. Just out."

He looked at her, a strange expression on his face. "We need to talk," he told her softly.

She gave a small sigh. She agreed with him but she didn't want to admit it. Her stomach gave a little grumble to remind her that she was still a bit hungry.

"Fine," she told Oliver, and took a seat next to him on the couch. There was silence for a moment.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier," Oliver finally said quietly. "I was out of line and I had no right to say what I did. It's your life so you should be free to live it how you want."

"It's alright," she said simply.

"No it's not," he told her, his voice a little louder. "I should never have said it. I should have just told you that I would support you and Davies, or better yet, just kept out of it."

Katie gave a hollow laugh. "I'm not going to become anything with Davies except friends. I don't feel anything else for him."

Oliver felt himself breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why were you so against it anyway?" Katie asked, her eyes searching his face. Oliver felt a sudden urge to turn away, like there was something he wanted to hide.

"I don't know," he told her after a pause. He watched her eyes dancing in the firelight. Without realizing what he was doing he reached a hand out and stroked her blonde hair softly. She said nothing, but her eyes widened a little. He jerked his hand away, suddenly realizing what he was doing. There was an awkward silence between them and Oliver's stomach felt hollow.

"I'm… I'm off to bed," he finally told her, wanting to get out of the room and make sense of what was happening to him.

"Goodnight," she told him softly, looked down at her hands resting in her lap.

The first quidditch game of the season arrived faster then Katie had anticipated. The morning of the game she was a nervous wreck. Oliver had been running them into the ground lately, with at least one quidditch practice a day. Their secret weapon Harry Potter had been trained secretly, but word had somehow leaked out that he was the new seeker.

Katie and Oliver had not spoken about the night in the common room but things were alright between them. She hadn't told Angelina and Alicia about it although they pestered her about it fairly often.

"You have to eat something," Oliver insisted. He was sitting next to Katie looking quite relaxed but she could tell he was just pretending. Inside he was as nervous as the rest of the team. Katie noticed that while he was encouraging her to eat, he wasn't eating anything himself. She chose a piece of toast for herself and put another piece on Oliver's plate. He just looked at her and she smiled.

"You have to eat too," she insisted. Too her surprise he smiled back weakly and listened to her.

Oliver's speech thankfully wasn't too long. Before Katie knew it they were walking onto the pitch and Oliver was shaking hands with Flint. He turned towards Katie and nodded solemnly. Then on Madam Hooch's whistle the game began.

The game was fast and intense, with never a moments rest. Katie watched the quaffle intently, tracking its every move until it was in her hands. She dove around Flint, flying up the field until there was a sickening thud and a sharp pain at the back of her head. She dropped the quaffle in surprise and it was taken immediately by Slytherin. Stars formed in front of her eyes but all she said was a quiet "ow." The back of her head was throbbing violently.

"Bell? You alright?" Oliver yelled at her. She nodded, which made her head hurt more but her vision was clearing. As soon as she could see well enough she took off again, ready to get back into the game. Meanwhile, Angelina had scored.

Slytherin had the quaffle. Katie watched Pucey as he flew down the field and made an attempt to block him, but failed. She was half listening to the commentary, trying to ignore the pain in her head that was overtaking her in waves. Her knuckles were turning white from grasping onto her broom so hard. Through the pain she managed to catch the word 'snitch' and turned to watch as the seekers from both teams hurtled towards it.

There was a huge thud as Flint blocked Harry's way, sending his broom spinning. The cry of outrage from the crowd made the pain in Katie's head grow, if that was possible, and it was all she could do not to pass out and fall from her broom. She missed the free shot by Alicia but she knew from the cheering Gryffindors that they had scored again.

Slytherin had the quaffle again. Flint passed Alicia and Katie easily but was hit in the face with a bludger. Katie heard the crowd go quiet below her, and turned to see what they were watching. The pain in her head was almost (almost) forgotten as she saw to her horror that Harry's broom had gone… well, psycho. Fred and George were circling beneath him as the broom bucked, obviously hoping to catch Harry if he fell. Then suddenly it stopped. Harry was able to climb back onto his broom. Katie let out the breath she was holding. She saw to her dismay that while their attention was focused on Harry Slytherin had scored five times.

Beneath her Harry was speeding towards the ground. He didn't stop as he neared the pitch, just tumbled off his broom and clapped his hand to his mouth as if he was going to be sick. The game was over. Katie thought she had never been so grateful in her life. She sped towards the ground, still resisting the darkness that was threatening to take over her head. She landed about as gracefully as Harry had, tumbling off her broom. She tried to stand but found that her legs wouldn't hold her. She sensed someone next to her, but her vision had gone grey and she couldn't see who it was. She knew that it was Oliver.

"Katie?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

She gave a little smile, then let the darkness take over, sinking into peaceful black oblivion.

Oliver had seen Katie tumble off her broom, and knew right away that something was wrong. He landed next to her, surprised to see how white her face was. He spoke her name and she gave a little smile, but from the way her empty eyes searched the air he knew that she couldn't see him. The pain seemed to take over her and she passed out, suddenly going limp. Oliver scooped her up, carrying her past the cheering crowds, the angry Flint and Madam Hooch, up to the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey clicked her tongue in annoyance and promptly set to work trying to fix Katie up.

"She couldn't see just before she passed out… will her vision be alright?" Oliver asked as he watched Madam Pomfrey muttering spells over Katie.

"She will be fine. She will be able to see when she wakes up. I want to keep her here for a few days to keep an eye on her though."

Oliver nodded and sat back. Madam Pomfrey finished her work, then left, telling Oliver that she would wake up within the next hour. Oliver thanked her but didn't leave. He waited, watching her, gently stroking one of her hands. She had given him quite a scare.

White. White everywhere. It almost blinded her eyes at first, but after a few seconds they adjusted. She didn't know where she was, but she assumed she was lying in the hospital wing. She reached up with one hand and gently brushed her head with her fingertips. The pain was gone, but her head seemed oddly numb at the back. A small noise next to her made her jump a little, making a face when a small jolt of pain shot through the back of her head despite the numbing. Oliver was next to her, watching her with a small smile.

"How long have you been there?" she asked thickly. Her tongue wouldn't co-operate properly, making her speech a little slurred.

"Ever since I brought you up here about an hour ago," he replied softly.

"Oh," she replied, lying back and looking at the high ceiling. "I can't believe I was out that long. Thanks for staying with me."

"Not a problem," came the reply.

Over the next few days Katie found herself mostly just bored. She was visited by all of her friends in the hospital wing, but she itched to leave it and get back to normality. One of her most frequent visitors was none other then Roger Davies, who spent a great deal of time playing chess with her during her boredom spells. She appreciated the company.

Finally, three days after first being admitted to the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey gave the all-clear and she was released with a warning to take it easy for the next week or so. The weather was getting colder so the next few weeks were spent outside enjoying the last of the warm(ish) weather or around the fireplace in the common room.

Angelina and Alicia had finally managed to get Katie to talk. They cornered her one evening in her dorm and bombarded her with questions about Roger Davies and Oliver. Katie made it very clear that nothing was going on between her and Davies, and after awhile of insisting, Angelina and Alicia finally believed her. When the conversation turned to Oliver, Katie squirmed uncomfortably. She told them of their talk in the common room and about him taking her for her little trip to the hospital wing. Angelina and Alicia exchanged a look, eyebrows raised.

"Ohh no no no no," Katie said, shaking her head. "I've seen that look before. Oliver doesn't…"

"Oh he does," Angelina confirmed, nodding her head. "He so does."

Katie rolled her eyes. "You're impossible. You seem to think every single bloody guy in Hogwarts is after me or something."

Angelina looked thoughtful. "Maybe…"

"No," Katie said loudly. "I don't want to hear it." She gave Angelina a small smile, wondering if she was right.

Roger Davies lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. His last conversation with his best friend Oliver was playing repeatedly in his head. Oliver had only had one thing on his mind – Katie Bell. Davies gave a sigh as he remembered confronting Oliver about it. Oliver had of course denied liking Katie, but to Davies it was very obvious. He had competition and he didn't like the thought of that…