Ok, this is a type of story that I don't normally write! Beware, this is fluffy! Not quite romantic fluff, but take it for what you will! It's just a little something I typed up while thinking of ideas for my other story!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own none of this! It all belongs to J.K. Rowling!
Rating: K. I guess
Additional notes: Read and Review people! Make me feel special! Hehe.
"Go away." An immobile figure muttered as someone opened the door to his room. His Scottish accent made the words sound even more gruff than they would normally be.
"Yeah, yeah. It is five in the morning, Mister Quidditch, and you have practice with dear Puddlemere in about an hour. So get moving." The figure leaned against the doorframe. "So, wakey wakey, eggs and bakey."
"That makes no sense." The figure rolled over from his side to where he was laying on his stomach, one arm slung over a pillow, uselessly.
"Blame Angelina." The woman lazily walked into his room. "She has successfully kicked me out of our room due to me waking her up, so get a move on so I can use your bed." As an emphasis on her words she deliberately plopped onto the bed, making sure to shake it as much as she could.
"Too bad for you, dear Katie-Kates, for at the request of Derrick Withycombe, one of our Beaters, practice has been cancelled as of three hours ago." The figure in the bed responded before making an attempt to kick the woman off the bed with his legs. He nearly succeeded until she pinched him rather hard on his right leg.
"Oliver, you weren't up three hours ago." Katie insisted. "What happened?"
"The manager's owl woke me up with all that sodding tapping and hooting it was doing, is what happened." He said, obviously annoyed at the memory.
Katie groaned loudly. "Not that, you dolt. What happened to make your practice cancelled?"
Katie gave the man some room as he rolled back over to his back. After which, he sat up. His hair was very messy and his eyes showed that there was a slim chance of him going back to sleep now that he was carrying on a conversation. "His wife, Mavra, went into labor."
"Ooh. Good luck to him then, right?" Katie laughed.
"Yeah." Oliver mumbled, sleep still apparent in his voice. "Now, if you don't mind, I would like to catch up on some missed sleep."
"Sure." Katie shrugged. "I guess I'm going to attempt to get back into my room." She got up and trodded to the door way and disappeared out of sight when she shut Oliver's door.
Angelina Johnson, a former Gryffindor Quidditch player just like Katie and Oliver, was rooming with Katie while she was relocating to an apartment in a more urban location. It had been five months, and still no success, but Katie nor Oliver minded due to the fact that Angelina chipped in her share on the monthly rent. The apartment, was afterall, a temporary situation for both Katie and Oliver until they could each find and ideal apartment or house in the area.
Not five minutes later she was back.
"What now?" Oliver asked as she came over to his nightstand and picked up his wand.
"She has made it where I can't Apparate into the room. So, I'm going to borrow your wand and try to open the door up." Katie smiled as she walked backwards out of the room with his wand in her left hand.
"You're welcome!" Oliver yelled to her as she shut the door.
"What?" Katie called from the other side of the door.
Oliver turned his head into the pillow and said loudly, "You were supposed to say 'thank you Oliver' or 'thanks' and then in return I say 'you're welcome'."
She barely understood his muffled voice as he annoyedly explained his words. "Oh, um, ok. Well, thanks!"
"Gah." He groaned and pulled the covers over his head completely.
"Alohamora." Katie flicked the wand at the doorknob impatiently. "Alohamora." She continued in a chant. "Aloha-fricking-mora. Open up!" She kicked the door with her right foot. "Shhhh-" She began before Angelina interrupted.
"Shut up and go away!" Angelina grumbled.
"It's my room too you know!" Katie banged on the door with her fist.
"Yeah, well, . . . oh well! There's a perfectly good couch waiting for you elsewhere!" Angelina called from her bed. "So go sleep with Oliver or something!"
"Uch!" Katie threw her hands up in defeat and nearly sent Oliver's wand flying into the wall, but she caught the end of it before it could hit the wall. She walked the short distance to Oliver's room and shut the door loudly behind her.
Oliver shot up into a sitting position. "Wha?"
"Here is your wand." Katie muttered and set it back on his nightstand.
"Mmph. Okay." Oliver sighed into the pillow.
The next thing he knew, someone was crawling over him and laying down on the other side of the bed, their back to them. "This is my bed, you know."
"And since I can't get to mine, you are sharing it at the moment." Katie pulled back the covers and made herself comfortable underneath them.
"Thanks for that news update." The Puddlemere player told her sarcastically. "Now, you see, you are in my pillow's spot."
"Excuse me?" Katie turned around to face him.
"My pillow goes there." He pointed to where she was laying.
"You have a spot for you pillow?" Katie arched and eyebrow at him skeptically.
"Yes. See, I lay it sideways, and get comfortable like so." He wrapped his arms around her body and layed his head on her chest. "But, see, now I can't because there is a person there."
Katie couldn't help but laugh at this point. "Oi, get off of me." She shoved him lightly and tried to wiggle away.
"Now my pillow moves and tries to attack me." Oliver sighed and his messy hair tickled her chin. "This is new."
"Quit! I want to go to sleep!" Katie attempted to turn over on her side. She failed.
"And I want my pillow back." He told her with a nod, which in turn tickled her even more. "We live in a world of wants."
"Shut up." Katie tried to push his arms from around her again. "Turn on your other side or something and put your pillow over there."
"I can't. I don't like that side." Oliver sighed. "Then again, I am a wizard . . . and I never tried transfiguring a human --"
"Don't you dare. I will murder you in the most vicious way." She threatened.
"Whatcha going to do? Fluff me to death? Remember, you'll be a pillow." The Scotsman laughed in an evil way.
"No way. I'll probably end up with feathers permanently growing out of my head. I recall you weren't the best Transfiguration student." Katie finally relented on pushing him off of her and let out a deep breath.
"At least I passed more NEWTS than you." Oliver smirked.
"I had a rough year then." Katie frowned at the memory, but shook it off. "And you took all the easy classes! I actually had to learn stuff."
"I think Divination and Care of Magical Creatures were very tough subjects." Oliver told her, almost making his voice sound serious.
"Oh yeah. Predicting doom is so hard." Katie muttered, referring to their doom obsessed Divination teacher. "And here I was thinking Ancient Runes was difficult."
"Enough about school. Lets just be happy with the fact that I was smarter." Oliver smirked even thought Katie couldn't see.
"Ha. You said was as in past tense. You know now that I am smarter than you." Katie smiled down at the top of his head.
"Of course I was smarter then. You see who I'm flatmates with now, don't you."
"Jerkhead." Katie pinched him on the side. "Now you see, this is uncomfortable for me. Because I think I'm laying on something. And it's square." She glared at him. "If it's some kind of naughty book . . . " She trailed off as she was finally able to sit up due to Oliver releasing her. She moved over and looked under the covers at the area she had been laying in. "Oh, this is sad." She reached and picked up the book. "A Quidditch book. A Quidditch book! You are pitiful." She hit him on the stomach with the book.
"I do play Quidditch. What's wrong with having a Quidditch book?" Oliver looked offended.
"You are so Quidditch obsessed! It just isn't healthy! What about girls? Are you gay?" Katie's hazel eyes widened. "Which, you know, is perfectly fine. I do have some gay friends, you know."
"I'm very much not gay. And as for a girlfriend, are you offering?" Oliver's eyes glimmered teasingly at her and matched the playful smile on his face.
Katie decided to play along. "If I was what would the response be, oh gay one?"
With a laugh Oliver pulled Katie back down into the matress. "I'm not gay."
"You didn't answer my question." Katie turned sideways to face him.
"I don't feel like answering." Oliver closed his eyes and settled into the pillow contently.
"Well fine. Then you don't get to know what I think about you." Katie sighed and scooted closer to him and snuggled against him.
"I don't even want to know what you think about me." Oliver rested his chin on the top of her head for a moment before turning his head to the side.
"Pfft." Katie rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm going to sleep now." She announced as she forced herself to hold back a yawn.
"Mmkay." It was apparent in Oliver's voice that he had the same idea and was just about to drift off himself.
"G'night." She quietly murmured to him as she released her arms from around him and turned over to where her back was against his chest.
"Night -- er, morning." Oliver corrected with a laugh that Katie felt as well as heard.
"Mm. Point is, sweet dreams." She said in an even quieter tone than before as she fell asleep next to him. I love him so much. She told herself as she drifted into slumber. But for now, this is my secret. My feelings. And maybe one day I can tell him. One day.
Dun dun dun! That's it! Like it or not, there it is! And that will probably be my only fic like this ever! Hehe.
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