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November 7, Saturday, something after the match…

We lost…we were cheated and we lost…

We all tried to eat breakfast, but no one really ate anything. That's ok, I like to fly on an empty stomach during a game. We headed to the pitch and changed into our scarlet robes and waited for Oliver to give us one of his usual pre game prep talks that we all know and love. But it never came, so we followed him onto the field.

It was raining like you would not believe. We went out onto the field and by the time the captains shook hands, we were soaked to the bone. You could barely hear the crowd, the thunder and wind covered most their cheers. We kicked off , splattering anyone nearby with mud. Us chasers formed the circle above Madame Hooch. She threw the quaffle up and by chance alone I came up with it.

We streaked down the field, Angelina and Alicia flanking me. Somebody started ramming me and I passed it off to Angelina. But this stupid Hufflepuff was still ramming me. I guess they didn't see me pass? I dunno. So I kicked them off and they went flying and almost hit the stands. Oppsie.

The first bolt of lightning light up the sky and Oliver called a time out. I dunno how long we had been out there, it could've been three hours for all I know. We all huddled underneath a huge scarlet umbrella. By then we were up by fifty and I had almost been hit by a bludger twice.

Harry was saying something about his glasses. But me, Alicia and Angelina weren't paying attention. Do you have any idea how much strength it takes to throw a quaffle to your team mate when it's raining like there was no tomorrow and every gust of wind could take it away? I don't think so. We had been flying against the rain more than half the time and let me tell you, it's like trying to fly through a solid wall. Our faces were red from the rain whipping our faces and muddier than anybody else.

Our nice little break was over in five minutes and we were kicked out of our nice umbrella and back into the tormenting rain. Twenty minutes in we had scored another three goals and up by 80.

We were heading back towards the Hufflepuff goal posts when we heard Oliver scream, "Harry! Harry behind you!" everyone turned around and watched as Cedric sped down the field, a small hint of gold not 15 feet from him.

The world went quite as they raced towards the snitch. I thought it was just me and then we realized a whole fleet, or whatever, of dementors came onto the field. Everyone in the pitch froze, players stopped dead and the crowd was as silent as the grave. If it was possible the air got even colder and the quaffle I was holding started to get frost on it.

We all watched in horror as Harry looked down at the dementors and fell off his broom, almost 50 feet, as Cedric caught the tiny snitch in his fingers. It was the scariest thing that I've ever seen.

Then Dumbledore came running out onto the pitch, he did something to Harry and he fell a lot slower and then he, I dunno, threw some white hex or something at the dementors. And they left.

By then we had all raced towards Harry who was underneath a layer of mud, 2 inches thick, his glasses laying unbroken next to him. We took him to the hospital wing and in thirty minutes he woke up. We were completely cover from head to toe with mud. Harry's friends were there too, they were lucky to just be wet. Fred and George's brother, Ron and Hermione Granger.

Fred was the first one to realize he woke up. "Harry! How are you feeling"

Poor Harry, falling 50 feet.

"What happened?" he asked in a daze.

"You fell off, what -like 50 feet," Fred explained.

"We thought you died," Alicia said shaking. You would've thought there was an earthquake.

"But the match," he was so pale, "What happened? Are we doing a replay?" no one answered and Harry grew even paler as the truth sunk in, "We didn't-lose?"

"Diggory got the snitch. Just after you fell." George explained, "He didn't realize what happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a rematch. But he won fair and square…even Wood admits it"

It was defiantly not fair and square. Harry would've beaten him to the snitch. I know it! We would've won!

"Where is Wood?" Harry asked. Guess he didn't realize he wasn't there 'till then.

And poor Oliver, he's last chance to win. It's not over though. We won't give up. We'll come back. I refuse to blow the cup on our first game that we lost because of some stupid dementors!

"Still in the showers," Fred answered, "we think he's trying to drown himself"

…I hope he doesn't.

Then Fred and George got into a bunch of statistics. That someone has to lose by a hundred either way. I dunno, I was too bummed. Then Madame Pomphrey came over and told us to leave, let Harry have some peace.

I was really bummed as you can see and wound up punching the door and hurting my left hand.

5:30

After we went and saw Harry, everyone headed up to the common room where hot showers were waiting. Instead, I went in the exact opposite direction, to the pitch.

What? I had to make sure Oliver didn't kill himself, that's my job.

I was walking up to the locker room and a flight a stairs away I could hear the shower still running.

Boy…I really hoped that Fred was wrong and he wasn't trying to drown himself…

"Oliver?" I reached the locker room and opened the door. "Oliver, you can't drown yourself over one stupid game!" could he hear me over the shower? I sat down on one of the benches closer to the shower.

Before anybody asks, no, you cannot see into the shower, so don't waste your breath.

"Oliver! It's just a stupid game! We can still win the cup!" I was screaming over the water. "We can still win! You can still have your name on the stupid cup!"

My voice had finally cracked after screaming on the field over the rain plus now. You have no idea how many times I tried to organize the team play. But I couldn't yell loud enough for everyone to hear. I gave up screaming, rubbed my face harshly and leaned against the lockers.

How did this happen? I thought we had it! I know we did! Those stupid dementors! No one else fell off their broom! Why did Harry? Ok, I've got to stop pointing fingers. I've just get angrier…I don't think that's possible.

I banged my already hurting hand against the lockers and cried out. I didn't think it would hurt that much.

I guess Oliver heard me because next thing you know he's standing in front of me…in a towel around his waist. A towel. If only his fan club knew about this…but then again they probably have thousands of pictures of him naked-Bad thought! Bad, BAD thought! Just stop thinking Katie, give your brain a break and stop thinking!

I instantly slapped my good hand against my eyes and screamed "Will you go put something on?"

When I opened my eyes he was going over into the next aisle to get changed. But boy, I never knew he had all that muscle under those robes. 5 years of Quidditch would do that to you, I suppose. I guess I never realized was because it's all lean muscle. Not that kind that bulge out of random spots…

Katie! Stop thinking!

He came back thankfully in jeans and a red sweater…which looked really good on him, has he worn that before?

I said stop thinking!

"You know your face is covered in mud," he said sitting down next to me. I looked down at my

Quidditch robes and back at him, "I'm covered in mud"

"How's Harry?"

I sighed, I knew this was coming, "Ok from falling 50 feet-I mean he's still shocked-not from falling-well probably from falling too-but more about that match-well, maybe more from falling," I took a deep, deep, deep breath, "he's alive?" I said, not to sure if that was a right answer.

Oliver smiled- or at least as much as a guy who thought they lost the cup could smile-out of the corner of his mouth.

I should defiantly give up thinking all together.

"It wasn't fair," I mumbled under my breath

"Yes it was," Oliver said softly, "Harry fell off"

I stood up, I was so angry I could've breathed fire, "Not it wasn't fair! Harry has a thing with the dementors! They shouldn't have been there! It has to be an interference…or something!"

"No it wasn't, Kat"

"Yes it was! We would've won! Harry would've beaten Diggory! And we wouldn't be depending on a hundred points difference! I know he would've beaten him…" I trailed off and plopped back onto the bench. "I know it..."

"Isn't that what counts? That we know that we're better?"

I just stared at him, "Who the hell are you and what have you done with Oliver?"

Oliver laughed and dragged me off the bench and onto my feet. "Come on, you better get into something clean and dry," he looked at me up and down, in all my muddy glory. And then I realized my clothes were sticking to me…everywhere.

I slapped him across the face and walked out. He followed me smiling cockily, with a red hand on his cheek.

November 8, Sunday, 11 am

Ugh, I didn't get a wink of sleep last night. Surprise surprise, I wonder why? I wound up waking up at five in the morning. I tried to get back to sleep and by six I was down at the lake, skipping stones.

stupid dementors! If they only caught Black before he escaped, this would've never happened. And he did get in! and they didn't catch him or anything? What are they good for anyway?

So basically, I spent a cold morning skipping rocks across the surface of the lake. One time the giant squid came up to the surface and got in the path of one of my skipping rocks. I heard a dull thump against it's head and winced as it raised one of it's tentacle thingies and brought it down hard near the shore. So now I was spending a cold morning soaking wet.

And I forgot my wand so I couldn't even dry my clothes off. I was wearing a scarlet turtle neck sweater (same fit as my white) with a burgundy and gold scarf (yes, the school one) and jeans...you can imagine my discomfort. Or maybe you can't because you're a book…I really need to give up thinking.

"Did you go for a swim?" some one said and I spun around, "You know it's November, don't you?"

It was Oliver, smiling. He was wearing a denim jacket and a green sweater.

"Really?" I asked, smiling too "I didn't realize it was 40 degrees out"

Oliver took out his wand and dried me off. God bless that man…

"So does it help?" he asked after he put his wand away.

"Does what help?"

"Throwing rocks. Does it help at all?"

"As long as you don't hit the squid"

Oliver laughed and joined me. It was really nice. We were the only ones outside and it was really peaceful. With the leaves in all different colors and a few birds that still hadn't left yet. But Oliver of course ruined it.

"So at the end of November Hufflepuff plays Ravenclaw"

"Oliver," I groaned.

"What?"

"You ruined it!"

"Ruined what?"

"It was so peaceful and perfect. I almost forgot about yesterday for a second"

"Oh, I guess I did too, for a second," he added, "Sorry"

Hold up- did Oliver Wood, the Oliver Wood, just apologize to me? Oh, I got to rub it in…or I should've, but I didn't.

"So, since I ruined the moment…when were you going to tell me Flint asked you out?"

He wasn't even looking at me when he asked. Boy he was mad about that.

"After the game…" I said, looking at him with a guilty face. " he asked me Friday, for that night. I was going to tell you then, and normally I would've, but we had the match, and you didn't need anything else on your mind. I was going to tell you tomorrow"

"Why not today?" he still wasn't looking at me.

"Because we lost the match yesterday and I figured you didn't need anything else getting you upset. Besides, I figured you needed time to cool off," I was starring at the floor, kicking a small pebble into the lake. "I'm sorry…" The next thing I knew I was in Oliver's arms.

Yeah, wasn't expecting that.

"You know you can tell me anything," He said softly in my ear, "No matter what is going on"

I wanted to melt right there. And I probably could've-but he's my captain for God's sake! And so what if I saw him only in a towel! It was only once! No biggie right?

"Come on," he let go of me, "let's go back inside."

5 pm

Ugh! Marcus Flint asked me out again!

"So I was wondering if you weren't doing anything tonight if-"

Does this boy ever catch a hint?

"Marcus," yeah, he makes me call him Marcus. Not Marc, Marcus, "I'm still really bummed out about that game and all I want to do is eat chocolate." hey, that is no lie.

He smiled, and let me tell you, it isn't a pretty teeth. The boy's 17 and his teeth are already getting gray and rotting out of his mouth.

"I know how that fells," he said. I bet he does, we whooped their asses last year.

That was around 3:30.

Around four he brings me a box of chocolates. Ok, this was going way, way overboard.

"… before you told me that you'd just like to eat chocolates so I went and found you some." I must've dazed out there for a second because he called my name, "Katie?"

I snapped out of it. I hate being mean, but there's no other way he's gonna leave me alone.

I looked at the box of chocolates and handed them back to him. "Marcus, I'm sorry if I ever sent you the wrong signals but I don't want a boyfriend"

"But all those times in the library, you were so close to me," what the hell was he talking about?

Marcus, you were the one getting closer to me," I explained. He just looked at me like I had three heads. "I tried to send you hints, but you never caught them, so every time you got up I moved your chair farther away"

"So you never liked me?" I took him really off guard. But I'm a chaser, I'm supposed to.

"I'm sorry," I was, well, normally I would've-I hate being harsh like that- but it's Marcus Flint we're talking about.

He scowled at me and walked away. Hall way down the hall he shoved the chocolates in a first years hand. At least somebody got something out of it.

I sighed and went to find Oliver.

"HE WHAT!"

Did you know that Oliver has this vein on the right side of his neck? No? well lemme tell you, it came to life when I told him what happened.

"Er, he asked me out again. I said I was bummed out and wanted to eat chocolate so 30 minutes later come comes and gives me a box of chocolates," I summed up.

"What exactly did he say?" it was like 4:15, and we were standing under the big oak. Where Alicia and everyone else was, was beyond me.

"Exactly?"

"Exactly"

I took a deep breath and told him exactly what happened. Word from word. That little vein looked like it was going to burst out of him and start dancing on his neck.

"I'm going to kill him," Oliver said sinking down to the ground, his back against the trunk, legs spread out in front of him.

"Oh, don't go and do that," I said, sitting down cross legged to his left, my body facing him.

"And why not?"

"Because you'll expelled, our team will crumble, and you'll never see your name on that stupid cup"

Oliver smiled, "Yeah, I guess you're right"

"I know I am"

"But when we play them-"

"You can play as foul as you want," his vein almost disappeared.