Ok, ok, I know, it's taken me longer than usual to update. I'm sorry, but I came home from camp yesterday and completely crashed and today I decided I better post this chappie before you all rebel on me!

So enjoy!

February 1, Wednesday, after practice.

It is officially 3 weeks and some-odd days until our match against Ravenclaw, and Oliver hyperventilates or screams every time it is brought up, normally the second though. Especially during practice…always in practice.

"SPINNET! IF YOU PLAN TO FLY LIKE THAT IN THE MATCH, I'LL FIND A REPLACEMENT NOW! POTTER! YOU BETTER GET THAT FIREBOLT BACK SOON OR IT'S YOUR HEAD! BELL! THE NEW PLAY ISN'T THAT HARD! JUST DO IT FOR CRYING OUT LO- WEASLEYS! STOP HARASSING MY CHASERS! AND JOHNSON, STOP ENCOURAGING THEM!"

This went on for about four hours.

And for the record. The new play is hard. Fred and George somehow have to throw me through the middle hoop, with the quaffle, where Angelina and Alicia will be on the other side, waiting to catch me. And I'm somehow supposed to get back on my broom. We were going to do it with Alicia, she's a twig I need remind you, but Oliver says we need someone with more weight if the keeper gets in the way.

"So in not so many words," I said angrily as he told us about the switch up when we took a break, "you're saying I'm fat."

"I didn't say that!"

"Then what's wrong with Alicia doing it?"

"I told you! IF THE KEEPER GETS IN THE WAY, WE NEED SOMONE TO PLOW THROUGH!"

"I'M BEING THROWN THROUGH A HOOP! HOW MUCH POWER DO YOU THINK I HAVE?"

"ENOUGH TO GET PAST SOME KEEPER! NOW STOP THROWING YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND GET UP THERE!"

Someone was supposed to slap me.

"YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE SOMETIMES WOOD!" I said angrily as I took off.

I was so angry as we started the play. I was flying in-between Fred and George, holding the quaffle. Then I felt them grab me by my ankles, I had the quaffle in one hand and held myself up on my broom with the other as the twins held up my feet. I had to be completely straight so I didn't go flying into the ring of the hoop. That would hurt. Once we were at the hoops, the twins pushed me off by the soles of my feet and I pushed off with my arm. Boy, was I going fast. But, Oliver wasn't supposed to be there. I was supposed to try it without a keeper at least once, but no, not with Oliver.

I couldn't stop! I was freaking flying through the air! I did the only thing I could. I tucked my head in and sent my shoulder threw first, my eyes closed tight.

Holy. Fudge. That hurt.

I knew I went through before I opened my eyes. And when I did, I was upside down, Angelina and Alicia holding me by my ankles. My shoulder was throbbing, I think I jammed it. But I was still holding on to the quaffle.

"Nice one," Alicia smiled as I looked up at her. My hair and robes were hanging down around me and Angelina was snickering as she looked over towards the hoops. I followed her gaze and saw Oliver hanging from his broom, holding on with one hand.

I laughed slightly before remembering my aching shoulder.

I saw Oliver look over to me and I chucked the quaffle at him, yes, upside down. But he caught it with his free hand before swinging back up onto his broom. And my shoulder hurt even more. I'm an idiot sometimes. I grabbed my poor shoulder as Angelina and Alicia brought me over, still hanging by my ankles, what a sight.

"Good job," Oliver smiled as he looked down at me. Then he realized I was grasping my shoulder, "What happened?"

"What happened?" I asked angrily, "What happened? You weren't supposed to be there! You were supposed to give me at least two tries BEFORE WE ADDED A KEEPER!"

"What's wrong with your shoulder?" I saw the look of concern on his face, but I was so mad I ignored it.

"I jammed it you idiot! You-"

"Got your broom Katie," Fred said as he and George joined our merry group, my broom in tow.

"What happened to your shoulder?" George asked and he tilted his head so I would appear somewhat right side up, "And why are you still upside down?"

"I JAMMED MY SHOULDER AND I DON'T HAVE MY BROOM! DO YOU THINK I WANT TO BE HANGING UPSIDE DOWN? I -"

Oliver sighed, grabbed my left forearm, my good shoulder, and Alicia and Angelina let go as he hung me right side up and Fred handed me my broom. I was finally back on my broom, still holding onto my shoulder.

"I don't think that play was as fool proof as I thought…" Oliver trailed off.

"Really? Because I thought it was perfect!" I said sarcastically.

Oliver smiled just the littlest bit, but ignored me, "That's enough for today," and we followed him back down to the ground.

"Aaaahhhh…"I moaned in pain, barely a whisper, as Oliver rolled his fist on my shoulder muscle. "That…hurts…"

"Sorry," he said sympathetically.

I jiggled my leg and held onto the edge of the bench with a death grip, with my eyes closed tight, trying not to scream out. We were in the locker room where everyone had finally calmed me down and Oliver said that this would help my shoulder. So, I was sitting on the bench while Oliver stood behind me, digging his fist into my shoulder muscle. We hadn't even changed out of Quidditch robes. Well, he did make me take off the long scarlet one. But I still had on half my padding and thick, scarlet-and-gold striped, long sleeved shirt

"Come on Katie," Fred said as he walked by towards the shower, "Suck it up."

" 'suck it up'?" I repeated, opening one eye to glare at him.

He nodded and I kicked him in the shins and then in the back of his knee, he fell on the ground.

"Good one," George said to me as he stepped on his twins back going to the shower. But Fred grabbed his ankle and then George fell face first too.

"Hey! I don't need anybody else getting hurt!" Oliver said sternly and he rolled his fist even harder, "Sorry Kat."

"Ah-aha…"

"Need anything?" Alicia asked as she sat down on the bench next to me.

"Yeah," I said, opening one eye and looking at her, "knock our keeper ou-OOWWWW!"

"Sorry."

I jiggled my leg even faster, "Why can't we just let it heal-aaahhhaha -on it's own?-ah!"

"Trust me," Oliver said as he rolled his fist along my shoulder joint, "it'll make it feel better."

"Well, what about me?"

Then Alicia pulled out of her pocket the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"Will a chocolate frog help?" she asked, holding out the precious thing to me.

I just nodded and took the chocolate goodness out of her hand. I took a bite and I felt my whole body go limp. Chocolate is a girl's best friend…the diamonds are liars. But then Oliver ruined my happy moment when he rolled my shoulder in it's socket.

"Sorry."

He was pressing my shoulder blade flat against my back, forcing me to sit upright, as he continued to move my shoulder around. By now my foot was jiggling at the speed of light. And my tongue was hanging out of my mouth and I could tell my eyes were bugging out.

"Holy…Fudge…ah-ha…"

"Sorry Kat."

"Next time…move…"

"I told you," he chuckled.

"Told me wha-ahhaha-t?"

"That'd you'd be the right for the play."

"Somehow…Eee!…I don't think the play-ahaha-didn't agree. OW!" I hit my fist against the bench…which added to my pain.

He was 'massaging' my shoulder muscle. I thought the point of a massage was supposed to soothe you and calm you and make you feel better. This 'massage' was doing the exact opposite.

"Feel any better?" Oliver asked half an hour later, sitting on the bench next to me. The locker room was almost completely empty except for him, me, and Angelina.

I was gripping my poor, poor shoulder. My mouth was slightly open and slowly turned my head towards him.

"What?" he asked, smiling crookedly.

"Oliver, I would feel better if you just ripped my arm out of my socket."

He chuckled, "I'm sure you would."

I leaned back against the lockers behind me and groaned.

"I'll go find you some ice," he said getting up.

I closed my eyes and massaged my own shoulder…gently, very, very gently.

"Is the torture over?" Angelina asked, sitting down next to me.

I opened one eye. She was showered and fully dressed. I was covered in dried sweat, mud, I was still in my Quidditch robes and had just gone through the most painful 'massage' ever. What I would give to swap places with her. Oh, what I would give.

I sighed, "Probably not. My 'masseur' went to go find some ice."

"I heard that," Oliver called from the ice bin.

"So? I didn't say anything bad."

"I saw the quotation fingers."

"God damn it…"

Angelina laughed, "well, I'm going to get some dinner," she hit my shoulder, my bad one and I gave a little cry of pain, as she stood up "Opps, sorry Katie. See you later?"

I glance over to Oliver, who was coming back, "if I live…"

Angelina laughed as she walked out the door leaving me alone with my chuckling 'masseur'.

I closed my eyes again as he sat next to me, "I really don't see what's so funny."

"No?" he asked as he sat down next to me, one leg on either side of the bench.

"No," I answered as he tied the bag of ice, "Let's see, in the past hour, I've been called fat, soared through the air without a broom, jammed my shoulder and I just went through the most painful 'massage' ever!"

"Well," he answered, "if it makes you feel better, I'm going to have a huge bruise tomorrow. I told you you had some power behind you."

"Doesn't make me feel that much better," I sighed. "no point in two of us getting a gigantic bruise," he chuckled and I smiled, "but you did call me fat."

"For the last time, I didn't say you were fat," he groaned, "Alicia's a twig, she wouldn't have been able to knock me off my broom."

"So you noticed she's a walking toothpick, too?"

Oliver laughed, "Her origami mouse thinks so too."

"I can tell, it yells at her for not eating enough every meal," I sighed, "she eats the same as me but has the fastest metabolism I've ever seen. Damn twig…"

Oliver chuckled and I took gasped as he slid his hand through the neck of my shirt and placed the bag of on my bare shoulder.

"Cold?" he asked.

"Freezing," I replied, happy for any excuse he threw at me…but it was cold.

He stood up, "make yourself look decent," and he walked over into the next row of lockers.

February 2, Thursday, double D.A.

Holy fudge. I have the biggest bruise in history. Seriously though, it should go in Hogwarts, A History. It's that big.

Holy fudge. I have biggest bruise in history. Seriously though, it should go in . It's that big.

It covers my whole shoulder and goes around the whole joint. Then it almost goes to the base of my neck, following the shoulder muscle. It's the ugliest shade of purples, blacks, blues, and even yellows you have ever seen. And it kills.

And of course it's my right arm, my wand arm, my throwing arm, my writing arm and my use-it-for-almost-everything-arm. I am a huge right handy girl. But I can throw left handed. Yes, even better than Angelina. So there. Hahaha

February 3, Friday, after classes.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"No."

I starred up at Oliver in belief. I was sitting in the library, doing my homework, minding my own business and now Oliver just reminded me we had practice. You see, with the little-thing-called my-gigantic-bruise, I kinda forgot.

"How do expect me to play?" I asked, still in shock. I could barley raise my hand in class. Now he wants me to go plowing into people during practice. No, hell no.

"Come on Kat," he sighed, "How bad could it be?"

"Oh," I retorted, "it's bad."

I was wearing a halter top underneath my blouse, as always, and I undid some buttons and slid my blouse of my right shoulder. Exposing the little-thing-called-my-gigantic-bruise.

Oliver took a sharp intake of breath with a concerned and sympathetic face and I rebut toned my blouse.

"Well," he scratched the back of his head. "I guess for just this once you could miss practice."

90 percent of me screamed with joy and the other 10 percent said 'just go'. Stupidly, I listened to the second.

"Oh no," I said firmly, "I'm going."

"What?" I think he was shocked that I was willing to go. "If you are coming, don't give me anything less than 120 percent."

Skitzo this man is. One second he's the caring-don't-hurt-yourself-more friend. Next he's the don't-you-dare-slack-off-on-me captain.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," I said as I picked up my books.

"Good," he retorted, the captain part speaking, "because you need to work on your lefty throw."

"Better than Angelina and Alicia," I called over my shoulder as I left the library.

I heard him chuckle…the friend part of him that is. Skitzo…

After practice

Do you have any idea how hard it is to do everything backwards? I mean, I had to fly lefty the whole practice. Pass lefty, shoot lefty, ram lefty, everything!My brain actually kicked in before practice started and I strapped an extra kneepad to my shoulder and stuffed the shoulder of my Quidditch robe with rags and sponges. I looked like a football player. (I dunno what football is either, Angelina told me.)

"So that's where all the rags went," George saidas I pulled like the fifteenth out of my robes.

"And all the sponges," Fred added as I pulled out three.

"Oh, shut up!" I said laughing as I threw a rag and sponge at them.

I went over to my locker where Angelina and Alicia were already getting ready to leave the pitch.

"Do you ever get changed fast?" Angelina asked as she slung her bag over her shoulder, scarlet robes in hand.

That reminds me, I have to put my laundry in the shoot. Anyway…

I looked down, I was still in my Quidditch robes. Taking out all that stuffing took a while!

I sighed and smiled, "You know me. Slow."

Alicia laughed as she walked past, "Oh, we know."

I laughed as she and Angelina left. Then George poked his head in our row. 'our' being me, Alicia and Angelina, aka, the girl's row.

"George!" I shrieked. So I wasn't changing, I was just standing there. But he didn't know that. "How do you know I wasn't changing!"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I'd be fine either way," I threw him a dirty look, "do you know where Angelina and Alicia are?"

I cocked an eyebrow, "What, am I not good enough to spend time with?"

He chuckled, "So they went back already, hu?"

I hate it when my team mates read me like a book. You'd think I'm a little more complicated than that.

I guess from the face I made he answered his own question, "thanks Katie, see you in a bit!"

Then I heard him rush out with no doubt his twin right behind him.

I rolled my eyes and sighed smiling. Both Alicia are so oblivious. Don't they realize the twins have a thing for them? I mean, come on! We went to a party once, the three of us (me, Alicia and Angelina) and Angelina could pick out a guy that was looking at us clear across the room! How could she not see Fred who was always right in front of her?

I sighed again and let my long scarlet robe slide off my shoulders and onto the floor. Even though I hadn't used it at all, my right shoulder was still killing.

"Thank you Oliver…" I muttered sarcastically as I rolled my shoulder in it's socket.

"Thanks for what?" Oliver asked, popping his head in my aisle.

He can thank his stars that I decided to take off my shoes next.

I jumped almost two feet in the air, "Oliver!"

"What?"

I tucked a lock of hair that escaped my hair tie during practice behind my ear and groaned, "I'd like to get back to the castle before eight."

He chuckled before leaving.

Hahaha! A long chapter at last! It's 6 pages on works so no complaints!