I woke to a pitch black room and someone gently shaking me awake. It was the first day back at school and I had a sinking feeling it was Oliver trying to wake me up for Quidditch practice before school.
"Kat," Oliver whispered, confirming my suspicions, "I know you're awake, come on, we've got practice."
I murmured my acknowledgement and Oliver went to wake up Alicia and Angelina, needless to say I fell back asleep.
"KATHRINE ANN BELL," Oliver Wood roared twenty minutes later as he threw open the door to our room. I thanked the stars that our roommates were extremely heavy sleepers.
"Is that an Ollie I hear?" I asked, throwing the covers up and over my head and making sure the drapes on my bed were shut.
"DON'T YOU 'OLLIE' ME!" Oliver roared back, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET UP TWENTY MINUTES AGO AND BE AT THE PITCH TEN MINUTES AGO!"
I sighed; the Quidditch monster was not going to be tamed this morning, "I'm not walking down to the pitch."
"FINE, THEN GRAB YOUR STUFF AND I'LL CARRY YOU!"Oliver yelled angrily, "AND DON'T TAKE ALL DAY ABOUT IT EITHER!"
I grabbed my Quidditch duffle bag (I always had one ready because you never knew when Oliver would call a pre-dawn Quidditch practice) and pulled on my dressing gown before clambering out of bed and onto Oliver's back.
"Hi ho Silver, away!" I called at the top of my lungs as Oliver opened the door and walked down the stairs towards the Common Room.
"What are you going on about now?" Oliver asked, still talking rather loudly and angrily.
"Old Muggle radio show," I replied shrugging, "It was the only thing on the radio to listen to."
"Right," Oliver said skeptically, "You watch too much Muggle TV and listen to way too much Muggle radio."
"Shut it and take me to practice," I retorted huffily, "It's the only thing you're good for."
"I should hope I'm good at something else," Oliver replied ponderingly, "I can't get a job taking you to Quidditch practice every morning."
"EVERY MORNING," I exclaimed waving my hands around to regain my balance on Oliver's back, "YOU'RE NOT SCHEDULING PRE-DAWN PRACTICES EVERY MORNING, ARE YOU?"
"Yes, we need the practice."
"You loony, no good, kilt wearing, bagpipe playing, Quidditch over obsessed, Scottish Quidditch Captain," I muttered, plus a few choice curse words.
"What's wrong with being Scottish?" Oliver asked in a hurt voice. I just replied with a few more choruses of my feelings about pre-dawn Quidditch practices.
"Oliver scheduled pre-dawn practice for every morning," I blurted as Oliver took me into the locker room.
"He didn't!" Angelina growled menacingly looking to Oliver for confirmation of my statement.
"Yes, I did. We could use the extra practice," Oliver replied unaware of the tone in Angelina's voice.
"Katie, get away from Oliver so I can kill him without worrying about killing you too!" Angelina screamed and I swear Alicia let out a battle cry.
Needless to say, I jumped off of Oliver's back pretty quickly and dashed around the corner to where Fred, George and Harry sat.
"What's going on?" Harry asked as I dramatically peered around the corner.
"Oliver's just gone and scheduled pre-dawn practices for every morning and Ange and Alicia are trying to kill him." I reported calmly, "Oh, nice left hook, Ange! Ouch, Alicia's going straight for the eyes!"
Fred, George, and Harry calmly walked over to where I was peering around the corner and then screamed a terrible battle cry as they joined in the fray. I took the time to change before I too jumped into the battle, but to break it up not join in it.
"Okay guys, that's enough mauling the Captain," I said sternly as I stepped between Oliver and the rest of the team, "You do realize that all of our protests will only cause our dear Captain Wood to schedule a couple full day practices or something equally as vile."
The team just muttered in response, knowing that I was probably right. I turned to Oliver and he gave me a look that clearly said where the hell were you.
"What no apology for saving your life?" I asked quirking an eyebrow, "Maybe I'll sic them on you."
"Thanks Bell," Oliver said testily.
Oh so we're using last names again. A little angry about something are we? I thought.
"No problem Captain Wood," I replied icily.
I only called him Captain Wood if I was on the verge of murdering him with my bare hands. The rest of the team exchanged looks after noting our exchange of names. When Wood was mad practice was torture, but when I was mad too, practice was Hell on earth, especially if we were mad at each other.
"Is it just me or is it a little cold in here?" Alicia whispered loudly to Angelina.
"It does feel a tad frigid," Angelina replied just as loudly.
I chucked Oliver's broom at him and he caught it in one hand. He sent me a glare and chucked my broom and the Quaffle at me. I returned the glare after easily catching the equipment and stalked out onto the pitch. I still wasn't sure why we were mad at each other but he had called me Bell, and I retaliated because I was in an I-got-up-for-pre-dawn-practice-and-my-Captain-is-being-a-kilt-wearing-idiot-let's-see-you-mess-with-me-and-I'll-pick-a-fight kind of mood.
"What's wrong with you and Oliver?" Alicia asked as we threw the Quaffle back and forth.
"Nothing," I lied, "What makes you say something's wrong?"
"You just almost broke my finger with the Quaffle because you're throwing it so hard, you swapped last names, and you chucked equipment at each other," Angelina replied, "oh and you give him a death glare every ten seconds."
"I do not," I retorted chucking the Quaffle extra hard and sending Oliver another death glare, "Okay maybe I do."
"What's wrong?" Alicia prodded.
"I honestly don't know. He called me 'Bell' and it went downhill from there," I replied honestly, "He woke me up before it started getting light and then called me 'Bell'. He only calls me Bell when he's really, really pissed at me. So, I do believe the proper phrase for me to use is, 'bring it on'."
We had finished warming up and now we started drilling. I looked up to see Harry staring off into the sky daydreaming. I grabbed Fred's bat and hit a Bludger at him. I tossed the bat back to Fred and caught the Quaffle Alicia passed to me. I threw it and scored on Oliver.
The next hour of practice pretty much went like that. I was unknowingly going harder on Oliver than I had before and chucked the last Quaffle harder than I had ever thrown it before. It hit Oliver in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. He managed to stay on his broom but was knocked through the center hoop.
"Practice is over," he gasped and Fred and George cheered halfheartedly.
I landed and shouldered my broom stalking to the locker room. I placed my broom in my locker and took off my robes before going into the girls showers. I didn't get in the shower but instead sat on the bench and started to sob silently. I got up from the bench still sobbing and took my shower. I was fully dressed and just leaving by the time Alicia and Angelina walked in.
"Katie, you need to talk to Oliver," Alicia said softly.
"The sooner the better," Angelina agreed.
"I know," I replied still sobbing, "I've been a bitch."
"Yes, you have," Alicia agreed and I smacked her playfully.
"You're not supposed to agree with her," Angelina coached rolling her eyes, "Go and talk to Oliver Katie."
"I'm going!" I called over my shoulder as I charmed my hair dry and pulled it back into a ponytail walking out the door.
I walked over to where Oliver sat on the bench with his back to me and his head in his hands. He was still fully clad in his Quidditch robes and hadn't showered yet.
"Hey," I said softly as I sat next to him on the bench.
"Hey," he replied miserably.
"Listen, I'm sorry about that Quaffle to your stomach. I didn't mean to throw it so hard. Well, actually I probably did."
Oliver laughed softly, "I'm sorry for making you mad. I guess that I was mad you left when they attacked."
"I knew they wouldn't do any real damage. The worst that could have happened is that Ange would have given you a bloody nose and Alicia would have pulled your hair out." I replied chuckling at the thought of Oliver with half his hair missing, "And I'm sorry for acting so bitchy. I hate it when you call me 'Bell' because that means you're really, really pissed at me."
"You're not a bitch, but you did a nice impersonation of one," Oliver laughed and I smacked him on the back of his head.
"I would give you a hug, but you're all, eww," I wrinkled my nose, "rain check?"
"Rain check," Oliver assured me as he got up to go and get a shower, "And Kat?"
"What Ollie?"
"You should really throw that hard when we play our next match," Oliver commented, "I think I'm bruising."
"Sorry," I replied sheepishly, "I really didn't think I could throw that hard."
Just then Harry walked out and gave me a fearful look before starting off in the other direction in a hurry.
"Oi, Harry!" I called after the retreating figure, "Wait a second. Don't pretend like you can't hear me when half of the castle probably can!"
Harry slowly turned to face me, much like a victim turning to meet his executioner, "Yes Katie?"
"Sorry about that Bludger mate! I shouldn't have hit it at you," I appoligised and pulled him into a hug.
He relaxed and grinned, "I'm just glad you aren't a Beater on the other team!"
"Thanks, I think," I replied confusedly, "Harry?"
"What?"
"Was that supposed to be taken as a compliment? Because that's what I'm doing."
"Yes, Katie," Harry reassured me, "It was a compliment."
"Why thank you, flattery is the highest form of admiration," I replied grinning as we walked up to the castle, "I'm ready for some breakfast, I hope those pigs didn't eat all of our breakfast."
"Who, Fred and George? No, they're too busy flirting with Alicia and Angelina," Harry said grinning.
"Ah, so you noticed too? I guess they are kind of hard to miss, not too subtle when it comes to flirting, those two," I suddenly got an idea, "Harry, you want in on a little evil plan involving the twins?"
"Absolutely!"
"Good, here's the plan…"
AN/ HAHAHA Katie's making evil plans with Harry! More on that in the next chapter. Oliver's going to be in on it too, as well as Ron and Hermione. Hmmm, what could they be up to? Please, feel free to inflate my ego and sing your prases in a review!
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