Disclaimer: this is the last time I'm going to say this, I do not own HP so don't sue is I don't have anymore disclaimers
And as always, thank you everyone for you reviews. Duck Goddess and bri007, you're the best as always. Oh, I went back and realized I made a mistake. I said that Jilene Marr said they were OOC when it was really FrozenFire23. Sorry!
Oh! And I have a very important question for everyone who has the decency to review. Puddlemere United is just a team right? I'm not sure and I'm gonna need it for later.
November 1, Sunday, 10 am
I woke up from sleeping on my stomach, my head facing the right. Or rather, facing Oliver. I forgot that we were all sleeping in the Great Hall so you can imagine my surprise to find Oliver's sleeping face inches from mine. My eyes shot open and I slowly remembered what happened last night. My eyes relaxed an I almost fell back asleep, instead of letting my self have the much needed sleep, I rubbed the sand out of my eyes. And looked around.
The floor was covered with hundreds of purple sleeping bags, some empty from earlier risers.
I looked at my watch, 7:16. I groaned and looked at my friends. Alicia was asleep on her side, her sleeping bag neat compared to mine which seemed to move almost a foot to the right. Oliver was asleep on his side facing me, sleeping peacefully, snoring softly. Angelina was talking softly, something about Lee. Fred was asleep on his stomach, drooling on his pillow as his twin seemed to run in his sleep slightly. I stretched on my stomach. My arms and legs reaching as far out as possible and yawned. I probably would've fallen asleep if Oliver hadn't put his hand on my shoulder.
He startled me and I think I jumped 6 inches off the floor.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said sleepily.
"Too bad I'm still not asleep," I laid my head back down on the pillow facing him.
Oliver smiled, his eyes only half way open, "What time is it?" he asked, trying to stifle a yawn but failed.
I looked back at my watch, "Almost 7:20, I didn't wake you up, did I?"
He rubbed his eyes, "Not at all." he looked around. "Why are we in the Great Hall in purple sleeping bags?"
I smiled, he completely forgot. Guess he's not a morning person either. "Well, lets think. Yesterday Sirius Black broke in and destroyed the Fat Lady"
"-and they brought us here, I remember now," he yawned again. "Am I still wearing the sweater I wore in Hogsmeade?" He just glanced at his arm that was still holding my shoulder, and dropped it.
"I suppose, since they didn't give us time to change." I ran a hand through my hair, which came loose overnight, and realized how much knots I had.
"Boy do you have bed head," Oliver smiled slyly.
"Don't start with me this early in the morning Oliver Wood," I warned, "besides, you should talk." I reached over and tugged lovingly at a lock of hair that was sticking almost straight up.
Oliver laughed and swiped my hand away lightly.
"Lee…you…" Angelina groaned in her sleep. I looked over at her and I had to shove my fist in my mouth so I wouldn't laugh. I looked over at Oliver and he was trying not to laugh too. I rolled on my back and looked up at the enchanted ceiling. It was cloudy out, but the sun still shone through with a morning light of yellows and blues.
"You hungry?" Oliver asked softly, leaning over me so all I could see was his brown eyes and bed head.
I shrugged my shoulder and rolled back onto my stomach, "Shouldn't we wait for them?" I asked, indicating to a drooling Fred and everyone else.
"They'll meet us there soon enough," he crawled out of his sleeping bag, and slipped on his shoes. After I did up my converse he offered me his hand and helped my up. "Come on," he whispered.
"Why do I think we're gonna step on someone?" I heard Oliver laugh lightly in front of me as he stepped over a fourth year in Ravenclaw. We finally made it out of the Great Hall, managing not to step on anyone.
I straightened out my sweater (same as the white one but red) and fixed my jeans. Oliver did the same.
"They didn't even let us change," I moaned once we were done.
"You're fine," Oliver said as we headed up the stairs to the second floor.
"You don't think they'll be mad at us?"
"Nah, Fred and George'll bring them up here anyway." We reached the huge painting of the Fruit bowl and Oliver tickled the banana. The painting swung open and revealed the kitchen, full of house elves.
As soon as they saw us the house elves rushed us.
"Hello Mr. Wood and Miss Bell"
"Are you hungry"
"Can we get you something'
"What would you like to eat"
"We just finished a batch of pancakes"
"Yes, the pancakes"
"There'll still hot"
"And fresh"
"Well, what would you like?" Oliver asked, looking at me smiling.
"Umm…pancakes would be perfect." I answered. The house elves went into motion. Half went and got the pancakes, syrup and everything else, while the other half pushed us over towards a large circular table in the corner. They sat us roughly in to chairs and then they went to go help the others. In five minutes there was a breakfast for a king in front of each of us.
"Jez," I said, looking the twenty pancakes stacked in front of me up and down, "I never gonna eat all this"
"So don't," Oliver said, taking three pancakes off the top of his stack and putting them in a separate plate in front of him. I shrugged my shoulders and did the same, except I took two pancakes instead of three. The pancakes were superb. I took one bite and fell in love with the things. They were a perfect golden brown on the outside and inside it was light and fluffy. Heaven, pure heaven. The house elves eventually brought out eggs and bacon too. And just squeezed orange juice.
"To the cup?" Oliver held up his glass. I sighed smiling and tapped my glass against his and we both drank half of our O.J.. "Do you think we'll do it?"
"No," I was being sarcastic, but he didn't quite catch the huge huge huge hint if it I put in. Oliver's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. I rolled my eyes. He could pick up the slightest, itsy bitsy mistake with your flying but was oblivious in the real world sometimes. I rolled my eyes. "Of course we will"
"What if we don't?"
"Well, you'll go to Puddlemere and be the best damn keeper they've ever seen." It was really quite simple.
"But, I-"
"-just want to see your name on the stupid cup, I know"
Oliver sighed, "I thought we had it in the bag for the past three years with Harry"
"He's a great seeker," I paused, "But he's also the-boy-who-lived and has 'obligations' to save something or an other"
Oliver smiled, "So saving the school and the world isn't good enough"
I pretended to think a bit, "No."
Oliver just laughed and started eating his pancakes, I smiled and was about to take a bit when everyone else ran in.
"There they are!"
"I told you they'd be here!"
"Where else would they be?"
"Are those pancakes?"
Alicia, Angelina, Fred and George ran over to us, bed hair and all. They grabbed separate plates on the way over and started piling some of our pancakes on their plates.
"Well good morning to you too," I said as I watch the twins shovel food down their throats.
"Morbin'!" Fred said cheerfully.
"Melso!" George said, smiling through a mouth full of pancakes.
Yeah, if they actually swallowed, that would've helped.
November 3, Tuesday, potions. (4 days till the match)
I hate my life! Hate it hate it hate it!
So maybe I was singing it, but I still hate it…
Snape is going on about how important his class is and blah blah blah…and that we all have to get 'E's' on the O.W.L.S. yadda yadda yadda…and how useful potions is in the real world gibber gibber gibber…and that he will only take the brightest students next year yak yak yak…
I hate the bastard.
End of potions
He saw me writing in this stupid notebook and docked 20 points off of Griffindor. He can do whatever the hell he wants, but we're still gonna kick the shit out of his Quidditch team.
of course we will, Katie, because if we don't Woody-kinns will eat us up!
sorry, that was Fred, I was taking notes and he swiped you and started writing. Don't worry, I already hit him over the head…
Crap, Snape just took another ten points off of Griffindor because I 'hit my boyfriend over the head and that we should not show such PDA', this man is more demented than George. Me? Go out with Fred? Are you kidding me?
C'mon Katie, it wouldn't be that bad. We could find a nice little closet and-
I'm never letting you out of my sight again.
Transfiguration
Ha ha ha ha haaaaa!
…I've got to stop singing.
I just handed in the project that me and Flint did. And, yes, I clearly-like in big bold letters- marked which subtopics he did and which ones I did. I am not flunking because of his stupidity. I mean I spent the better part of three weeks in the library trying to get him to work. I gave up and finished my stuff on my own.
So I win!
Ha ha ha!
November 4, Wednesday (only 3 days now!), Defense Against the Dark Arts (DA, because I'm not gonna write DADA (looks like dada) and I'm too lazy to write it out.)
Ok, this Professor Lupin guy isn't bad at all. Rarely tests and essays and the classes are pretty good! Oh lookie, I got a note from 'Alicia
so when are you going to go out with Oliver?
I'm not.
come on, you can tell me!
there's really nothing to tell
Alicia please, I would tell you, you know it!
:) yeah, I guess you're right
of course I am!…3 days till the match
my god, you're turning into Oliver
am not!
yes, you are!
because I love Quidditch?
just a little too much. Look, you wrote how many days to the match in your diary!
it's not a diary!
then what is it?
a stupid notebook my parents gave me before school started 'to write all my teenage thoughts in'…which are stupid
well, coming form you, of course they are
shut it
Interesting stuff we talk about hu? And way to put me down Alicia! Thanks for your support!
And this is just a stupid notebook…
After dinner, in the library, 5:45
"You do realize we have practice in an hour," Oliver sat down across from me at our favorite table.
"Do you realize I have a mountain of home work?" I was breaking down, I had yet another potions essay I didn't even start due Friday. Thank god I changed into jeans because I would be dead on the floor by now if I had to wear a skirt. I can never really think in those things. "I think Snape is trying to beat me into the floor before we can play Slytherin"
"Probably." He paused "So only-"
"-three days, I know OLIVER"
He just smiled "you don't have to yell, and you're in a library"
"I don't give a damn." I slammed my head on the table, "I'm doomed. I'm not going to get any of my stupid homework done and if I do, it'll all be crap because I'll I can think about is this stupid game and my stupid nerves kicked in this morning"
Oliver walked around the table and sat next to me. He placed a comforting arm around my shoulders and gave me a hug so that his mouth was right next to my ear, "There, there, Kat. Turning into me isn't all that bad, hu?"
I turned my head and glared at him. He knew that wasn't making me feel any better.
"Oliver Wood, when they find your lifeless form hanging from the middle goal post…there won't be any question about who did it. Because I will hang a huge banner that'll say 'Oliver Wood rightly and justly murdered for the pain he caused his team, mentally and physically' and under that it'll say 'by a very proud Katie Bell' and under that the whole school will be cheering"
He wasn't phased at all. I went back to being face to face with the grain of the table as Oliver put all my books back in my leather messenger bag.
"Come on Kat," and he pulled lightly on my arm.
"Just leave me here," I dunno if he could hear me because I was practically talking to the grain seeker I had found in the wood. He was about to catch the snitch as the chasers and everyone else watched. I was turning into Oliver.
"Don't make me carry you," he threatened, he couldn't see it but my eyes shot open, "You know I will"
I instantly got up and almost ran down to the Quidditch pitch, Oliver close behind.
November 6, Friday, 8:00 (tomorrow!)
Deep breaths Katie, deep breaths. I'm hyperventilating here. Tomorrow is the match at ten. I know I'm not going to get any sleep at all! Not one wink!
Besides from the game tomorrow, I'm really tense about something else.
Marcus Flint asked me out.
Where the hell did that come from? I was walking in the hall, all shaky because of you know, the game, and he stops me out of no where and asks me what I'm doing tonight.
"The game is tomorrow, remember?" I was edgy because of nerves alone. I probably shouldn't have been talking to anybody at all.
"Oh yeah," I think a very small and dim light bulb went off somewhere in that deep cavity where you're supposed to have a brain, "well, how about after?"
"You know what?" I was going to be as kind as possible. "The last thing I need right now is something else preoccupying, especially a boyfriend"
"So when will you want one?"
I took a deep breath, "dunno," I guess that wasn't kind enough because he walked away in a huff.
Oh well.
I was going to tell Oliver, but he's even worse than me and I don't want to have that on his mind when he's playing tomorrow, right?
reviews please! oh and if you could tell me if Puddlemere was just a team , or a team and a school that'd be great