Now for the chapter you've all been waiting for…….drum roll please…….the one with Katie's birthday in it! Taaaaadaaaaa! Did I mention I rewrote this chapter three times? Yup, three times!
Ok, now I'll start writing before you all come through the computer with pitchforks and torches and kill me for not writing fast enough. Hm, better start.
And oh my god! I'm becoming a gaggy writer! What's wrong with me? I'm hyperventilating over this whole subject! I don't wanna be a gaggy writer! I'll try to stop before it gets worse . Oh god I hope I can…
March 14 (aka…MY BIRTHDAY!), Saturday, 2am (so I guess it's the 15th then, hu?)
BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!
So guess how I woke up! C'mon! Guess! Ok, I'll tell you because you'll never guess.
So my alarm clock went off oddly enough, I never set it on weekends. So I rolled over to turn it off and instead of hitting my alarm clock, I missed and hit the nightstand. I groaned, sat up and looked around. I nearly screamed with joy.
Scattered all over my bed, and my nightstand, was chocolates. Tons and tons of chocolates.
"There is a god," I sobbed tearlessly, smiling from ear to ear, "And his name is Oliver Wood."
Who else would give me a mountain of chocolate? You've got to love him, he is the most nutritious person I know, and he gives me like 5 pounds of chocolate!-which to him is like the devil itself.
I took a bite of one of the precious things. Coconut. My favorite. I had three more and I realized they were all coconut. Every last one. Scratch that last remark on Oliver, you know him being a god, and replace it with The God Of All Gods!
I realized Alicia and Angelina weren't in the dorm so I got out of bed, quickly got dressed, out of uniform, thank God for Saturday birthdays, and practically skipped down the stairs into the common room. I probably should try my best not to skip any more. I think it was about 9:30 when I was done.
Oliver, Alicia, Angelina and the twins were talking and Oliver's back was towards me. So I did the only sensible thing…I ran and jumped on his back.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he laughed as I clung to his shoulders. He was wearing that brown sweater he knows I love. He's so sweet how he remembers little things like that. "Did you like the chocolates?"
"You. Are. A. God!" I said.
"Well Happy Birthday."
God damn it, I love it when it's my birthday.
Angelina's stomach growled loudly as I slipped off his back.
"Can we please get something to eat now that the beast is up?" she asked. But if she thinks I didn't notice the emphasis on 'beast' she is so wrong.
I laughed, "Alright, alright, I'll comb my hair before I come down next time," I said as we headed over to the portrait hole, "Sesh!"
"Not skipping would help to," Alicia said as I was about to take a bit of eggs.
My fork was suspended in front of my gaping mouth. Oh, she saw that? Damn.
We had made our way to the Great Hall and to a very large breakfast, laughing the whole way. The twins and everyone else had made several remarks on how I could be a beast. Even on my birthday they still rag on me, I was laughing too though…but just wait till theirs! Whahahaha!
"So what'cha guys get me?" I asked after I was finished, rocking back and forth slightly.
"Nothing," Oliver said, taking the last bite of his toast.
"Pretty much," Fred agreed.
"Unless you count that huge prank we're going to pull on you later," George corrected.
That kept me on my toes all day. If I went to the bathroom, I would either sprint there or look around every corner before walking past it.
"I don't think I've ever seen you run so fast," Oliver laughed.
I had gone to the kitchens to grab a strapple and none other than Oliver was there.
"Fred…and George…" I gasped. I just sprinted from the tower five floors up, which is about a mile in this huge place! "…prank…"
"That would do it," he agreed, taking a bite of a strapple.
"…strapple…?"
"Want some?" he offered.
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath.
Then he walked over to me and gave me some strapple the same way he did that day he went Captain Commando on us. You know, the official strapple kiss.
"You…could at least let me…catch my breath…" I panted smiling after I swallowed.
"I could," he agreed, "But that would ruin all the fun."
"What fun? …Suffocating…me?"
Oliver laughed and I gently grabbed the large ear of a house elf as it walked by.
"Yes Ma'am?" it asked with big eyes.
Those thing are kinda cute when they want to be.
"Please explain to Mr. Wood, here," I indicated to Oliver, "That suffocating his girlfriend is not a nice thing to do."
It nodded and walked in front of Oliver.
"Mr. Wood, suffocating your girlfriend is not very nice," it squeaked, cute little thing, "and I'm sure she does not appreciate it," it turned back to me, "Good, miss?"
I beamed at the little thing and patted it's head fondly, "Very good."
It smiled sweetly before walking away.
"I have got to get me one of those," I sighed, watching it walk away.
"Girlfriend?" he repeated.
I looked at him shocked.
"What else would we be?" I think I was waving my hands in the air. I've got to remind people to slap me when I do that. Once just isn't enough any more.
"I don't know," he shrugged his shoulders, "Friends with benefits?"
"Oliver!" I groaned before he swept me up into another kiss.
"Jez Kat," he said afterwards, "I was only kidding. You're really not doing the blonde stereotype any favors, hu?"
I glared at him smiling as I followed him out of the kitchens.
"You are terrible," I joked as we walked back up to the common room, "You know that, right?"
"No I'm not," he protested, giving me another long kiss.
For the record: birthday kisses are even BETTER than regular kisses…waaaaaaay better.
"Yes," I said, smiling and walking away, "Yes, you are."
I heard him laugh as he caught up to me on my left, "Pray tell," he said, slipping his hand around my back and into the right back pocket of my jeans.
"Oh the list," I sighed exasperatedly.
"What?" he asked, an eyebrow cocked, "Showering you with chocolates-"
"Which I can't eat for another week!" I suddenly shouted.
He looked very confused by this, "What are you talking about?"
I looked down at the floor and then back to him, "I have to fit into that dress…"
Oliver laughed.
"It's not funny!"
"Yes it is," he protested, "You'll fit into that dress no matter what, I guarantee it."
"Oliver," I said calmly, pulling away and looking at him. "Five POUNDS of chocolates doesn't guarantee ANYTHING other than pimples and fat."
He just groaned, "Girls are so self absorbed."
"I don't think mud for hair qualifies for self absorbed," I said, "neither does waking up at dawn every other day, sacrificing hours I would normally sleep, eat and do homework, and giving up the feeling in my muscles does either. Or-"
"Alright, alright," he laughed, "you made your point."
"Thank you," being smug is fun.
There was a long pause which I enjoyed my short lived victory.
"But some girls are."
"You can just not admit defeat," I laughed, "Can you?"
"Well, it's true!" he rebutted. "Some are so into their hair, and make up, and weight, and clothes, and how they look, and on and on and on."
"You're really not doing the jock stereotype any favors you know."
I'm terrible, I know. But I couldn't resist and neither could you.
Oliver just laughed, slipping his hand back into my pocket. I smiled, snaked my arm around his waist and rest my head on his shoulder as we walked back to the common room.
"We will get you by the end of the day you know."
"I know Fred, you told me three times already," I sighed exasperatedly, Oliver and I had just gotten back to the tower. "But I really don't think you can pull it off."
"Us?" George asked, looking fakely flustered, "Not pull off a prank? Never!"
"NEVER!" they chorused.
Oh boy.
I ran up the stairs to my dorm before they would actually do something. I should careful like this everyday with those two around.
"They will get you."
I nearly jumped three feet in the air which was followed by my two best friends laughter.
"It's not funny!" I laughed.
I have a serious problem, I'm always laughing, or smiling, or snorting because I'm trying not to laugh. Someday I'm going to burst out laughing at a funeral and then I'll be the one in the coffin…yes, my mom will kill me. There has got to be an off button for laughter.
"But they will," Alicia pointed out.
Alicia was propped up against the pillows on her bed, reading Witch Weekly and Angelina was sorting her Weird Sisters CD's.
I walked over to my bed and looked underneath it, under the covers and behind the pillows. Even in between that space between my mattress and nightstand before plopping down on it.
"Sanctuary," I sighed.
"How was your walk with our beloved captain?" Angelina asked.
"Hmm…" I actually thought for a good word. I know! Me actually thinking on my Birthday! On a Saturday! At all! "It was very strapplisious."
They laughed. I thought it was a good way to put it.
"Grab your coat."
It was right before dinner and I was sitting in the common room just spacing out. You know, just taking a second to think. Just a second. I was sitting on the couch and next thing I knew, Oliver was telling me to get my coat.
"Was that and order, Captain?" I smirked with an eyebrow cocked, "Because you know that's only allowed on the pitch."
"Never mind," he sighed, "I'll just get it for you."
And he was about to start up the stairs when I practically flew past him. I didn't like him giving me orders but I could get my own coat.
"You are so stubborn!" he called as I ran up the stairs.
"Yeah," I called over my shoulder, "I know!"
"So where to, Mr. Wood?" I asked cheerfully, slipping my light coat on once we were outside the Fat Lady.
"I'll show you," he smiled with a wink before grabbing my hand and pulling me down the corridors.
I can be just as fast as him but his damn legs are longer than mine. Eventually we reached the statue of the humpback witch on the third floor. We were about to crawl through the hole when I put a hand on Oliver's shoulder, stopping him.
"Oliver?" I asked, "Where's everyone else?"
"They're meeting us," he answered. With that he slipped through the hole and looked back up at me, "Are you coming?"
"No," I said sarcastically as I climbed in.
"I hate this tunnel," I said about 15 minutes later. "It's so low."
It's true! That thing is only like 5 feet high so you can't even walk upright in it. It's not even like your slightly bent over. No, it's the whole nine yards!
"Me too," Oliver agrees from in front of me, holding my hand.
"It's got to be worse for you, you're a whole head taller than me," I said sympathetically.
Oliver squeezed my hand and looked back at me smiling, "It's not all that bad."
I smiled back. He's so sweet sometimes. You'd never guess he's our raging, lunatic captain, would you?
A few minutes later we were at the opening to Honeyduke's cellar.
"Any one up there?" I asked Oliver as he lifted the passage door a smidget and peeked through.
"Nope," he said, lifting it up and getting out. "All clear."
Once he was out, he turned around and offered me a hand up. We snuck out of Honeyduke's and out onto the streets of Hogsmeade. Which wasn't as easy as it sounded because it wasn't filled with students and it was harder to blend in.
Hogsmeade looked as grand as ever though. It was around seven, I guess, but it was still getting dark out early so the street lights were on and all the shops looked so cozy inside.
Oliver slid a hand around my waist, "Shall we?" he asked in a very droll and sophisticated voice layered onto his Scottish accent.
"Where to?" I laughed, slipping an arm around his waist.
"The Three Broomsticks of course," he laughed too.
"So Fred can flirt with Rosemeata?" I asked as we made our way down the street.
"I don't think Angelina will allow that anymore."
"Hmm, she'd probably slap him silly."
"That would hurt."
"And I would know," I laughed, thinking of the hundreds of thousands of times Angelina has slapped me…this year alone. "I'm telling you, she could be a good beater if she want to."
"So could you."
I groaned, "How many times do I have to tell you? I am NEVER picking up another beater's bat after that happened. I'm retiring from the beater position."
"I still can't believe you thought I died-"
"OK! I know, I know, I might've over reacted just the tiniest bit," I put my forefinger and thumb about a centimeter apart with my free hand.
"I think it was a little bit more than that, Kat," he said. "You were wondering if prairie dogs ate ground hogs."
I looked at him surprised, my head tilted to the side, smiling crookedly "You remembered that?"
He looked at me warmly, "Um hu," he nodded once slightly, "I also remember you waiting in the hospital wing all night, and then fetching me food in the morning and I made you bring it back because it wasn't nutritious enough."
"You're such high maintenance," I said jokingly.
"At least one good thing came out of that though," he said bracingly.
"And what would that be?" I laughed, "losing one night of sleep that I don't think I ever caught back?"
"No," he laughed, "Strapples."
I laughed, "How could I forget?" I slapped my forehead, "I'm so stupid sometimes."
"Well, we can't always be the brightest wire in the bulb," he pointed out.
I walked closer to him, nestling my head in his shoulder. I still can't believe he remembered all those little things that happened months ago. And I mean months!
But of course the street eventually ran out and we walked inside the Three Broomsticks where Alicia, Angelina and the twins were of course waiting a our favorite raised table with six butter beers, of course.
"What took you two so long?" Alicia laughed.
"You move slower than slugs," George added.
I realized George already had his hand around Alicia's waist and Angelina was sitting on Fred's lap. There is only about 1 teaspoon of alcohol in every butter beer, just enough to warm you up and keep you smiling. Nothing big.
"How long have they been here and how many butter beers have they had?" I asked
Oliver in a whisper.
Oliver looked at his watch, 7:34, "Well I did tell them to meet us here by 6:45. So figure one butter beer every ten minutes-"
"Oh God…we do walk slow."
Oliver laughed and we took our seats at the table where Fred went and fetched another round of butter beers.
"I thought you guys said you weren't going to get me anything?" I laughed as all of a sudden they piled gifts onto the table in front of me.
"We can take them back if you want," Angelina said.
"Pfft," I snorted, "I don't think so!"
My friends can read me like a book sometimes. A book. I mean, they always find something that I'll absolutely know I'll love. Always. With out fail. God I need to become more complicated.
Fred got me a light blue tee shirt that said I always give 100 at school and then it had all the school days listed underneath with a percentage listed next to it. In the end, if you added up all the days, it was 100 for the whole week. It's so true though.
George got me a life time supply of quills. We laughed at this. I really need them though. I go through quills faster than anyone I know. I should stop sucking on my quills. I have so many bad habits.
Oliver got me a charm bracelet. I know, it sounds a little odd but just wait. There were was a broom stick and quaffle (of course), but also a strapple, a light bulb, a little charm that said Happy New Years, an American flag, the patriots logo, even a little marble note book. He thought of everything. Everything that happened over the year. SO SWEET!
Angelina got me the Weird Sister's new CD. I probably should listen to that soon because she already asked me if I listened to it yet about a million times.
And Alicia got me a book on the Patriots. You know, every player they've had over the past few years plus all the great ones. And all their great wins and records and history and anything else you could think of! It's great!
"I'm starting to think I'm not as complicated as I think, or thought," I said.
We were walking back to Honeyduke's around 9ish. Angelina and Alicia were a bit ahead of me and Oliver. And of course Oliver wouldn't let me carry my bag of gifts. And of course, my jacket was way to light to wear in the beginning of March at night.
"Really?" Oliver said.
"Was that sarcasm?" I asked. "Because you know that's my job."
He laughed, "I know, I know."
"Will you just let me take my own gifts?" I asked, making a swipe for my bag.
But of course, Oliver was quicker and I missed, of course.
"No," he smiled.
I just sighed and smiled. Then a strong gust of wind came past and sent a shiver up my spine. It was freezing! And I am such an idiot for the record. I'm either forgetting something or taking the wrong thing, always!
"Are you cold?" Oliver asked concerned as I gave myself a little hug.
I stopped hugging myself, "No."
"Kat."
God damn my terrible lying skills. I can't even tell a little white lie any more. Gah!
"What?" I asked, shoving my hands in my spring jacket pockets, "I'm fine."
"You are a terrible liar," he stopped walking and grabbed my elbow, forcing me to stop too. He put down the bag and took off his coat, and before I could stop him, I was wearing it! I would seriously like to know when that slow mo machine is coming in. really! How does he move so fast? Or am I moving slower? This is really starting to irk me.
Hehehe…Irk…that's such a funny word…Hehehe
"Oliver," I groaned as he picked up the bag and we started walking again, "I'm fine, really!"
Though that jacket of his is really warm. It's this big old demin jacket that's fleece lined. So warm. And it's huge on me so that makes it even better. Except now Oliver is trudging down the Hogsmeade in only a sweater.
"Oliver," I groaned. But he was ignoring me. "You're not aloud to ignore people on their birthday."
He laughed, "I guess you're right. What is it?"
"I-" I stopped myself. It was no use fighting with him. "Thanks."
He slipped an arm around my waist, "Anytime."
We had finally reached Honeyduke's where everyone else was waiting. But we had encountered a problem.
"Um," Fred started, "It's closed."
"How are we going to get back?" I asked. Not only was it after hours, not only we had a huge chance of getting caught and suspended so we couldn't just waltz back up to the castle, but it was cold and dark.
"Don't worry," George said, in his so-smooth-you'll-believe-that-everything's-alright-but-it-really-isn't-and-that's-why-I'm-using-this-voice, "We'll take the passage through the shrieking shack."
"How many butter beers did you have?" I asked in shock, "That's goes straight to the whomping willow! And that's not even in the castle! And we'll still have to walk around the grounds and the doors are locked and don't forget Filch even if we do get in and Peeves'll make a racket if he sees us and-"
Oliver put a hand on my shoulder, "Take a breath Kat," he chuckled.
I took three deep breaths as everyone else tried to figure out a way to get back into the castle.
"We could owl Lee," Fred offered. "He could create a distraction or something so we could get back into the castle."
"Great idea, Fred," Alicia said with edginess that might someday rival mine, maybe, "But what owl are we going to use?"
"We could use the Post office," George piped in.
"But the post office'll be closed," Oliver said, "Just like everything else."
"Everything except The Three Broomsticks," Angelina said softly, looking down the street towards the place.
"We could use Rosmeata's owl," I said suddenly, finally coming out of my little trance.
"Kat, you're a genius."
I could see Oliver beaming at me even though it was pretty dark.
"So that's why we need to use you're lovely owl, Miss."
Fred is such a sweet talker. He was leaning over the counter "persuading", more like flirting Rosmeata into letting us borrow her owl. He had on the face of an angel, or so he would like to think. Meanwhile the rest of us were standing a few feet behind him, rolling our eyes.
"Of course," Rosmeata giggled, we rolled our eyes again. "Just let me get him along with a quill and parchment."
With that she went into the back room behind the counter. Fred turned around, his elbows leaning on the counter with a very smug look on his face.
"Am I good, or what?" he asked cockily.
We all groaned.
"Or what is more like it," Angelina said a little irritated.
Fred looked like he was going to say something but then Rosmeata came back with a large barn owl, some parchment and a quill.
"Thank you," Fred said perkily as he took the parchment and quill from Rosmeata. "Err…what should I say?" he asked, turning back towards us.
"Just gimme that," I said, taking the quill out of his hand.
Dear Lee,
Your devil of a friend (Fred, George has been very good on the other hand) has gotten all of us in a spot of trouble. You see, we're currently trapped in Hogsmeade with no way of getting back into the castle without getting caught. So of course, we need your help.
"What time is it?" I asked everyone.
"9:25."
"9:27."
"No, it's 9:30."
I groaned and looked at my own watch, 9:29.We need you to make sure that one of the windows of that empty classroom on the first floor, FACING THE LAKE, is open, you know the one, you used it to prank Snape. We also need you to create a distraction, at 10:15, on the other side of the castle (WEST!) on one of the top floors so Filch and everyone else is on the opposite side of the castle. I know it's a lot, but since it's my birthday and I don't recall you getting me a gift, this can substitute for it. Oh, and Fred's head is on the line so you might want to do it.
As always,
Katie and everyone else (who currently wants to kill Fred)
P.S. I don't care what the distraction is. As long as you don't run around screaming Sirius Black is in the west astronomy tower and get yourself expelled, it's your choice.
"Lee will be up, right?" I asked the twins as I tied the letter to Rosmeata's barn owl. The twins nodded and I turned to the owl after we walked out the door, "Go straight to Lee. Do NOT wait 'till tomorrow morning. Find him NOW."With that, the owl gave what I hoped was a small nod and flew off towards the castle.
"Whose sitting on me?"
"Not me."
"Not me."
"I'm on a root."
"Not me."
"Er…I think that's me."
"Whose me?"
"Katie."
"Oliver."
"Your twin."
"Angelina."
"Well, I'll just hope it's Ange. OW! You didn't have to slap me!"
So it was about ten to ten and we had made our way back up to the castle, lake side, and were currently waiting at the edge of the forest until 10:15 came around. And Apparently, Angelina was sitting on Fred, though I'm not sure how she got there. We were packed close together though, and I don't know why either.
"Well you didn't have to flirt with Rosmeata!"
"I wasn't flirting-stop slapping me!"
"Stop lying!"
"Will you two just quit it?" I asked.
"NO!"
Oh boy.
"They'll figure it out on their own," Oliver said, his arm around my shoulders.
Oliver was sitting down at the base of a tree, his back up against the trunk, and I was leaning on his side.
"They're just so-so," I searched for a word.
"Fightable?" Oliver offered, watching the two of them fight.
"Meant for each other," I sighed. Though fightable did work.
I don't care what anybody else says. It's true. So true! Angelina is the only one who could tame Fred, sort of. I don't think Fred can be tamed but she'll be the closest. I can guarantee it.
Oliver chuckled, and I sighed contently, nestling my head into his chest more.
"Comfy?" he asked.
"Very," I answered and he chuckled again. "You know you're way too sweet to me." I said after a long pause.
"What! What does that mean?" he asked shocked.
"Hu?" I was very confused at first. I sat upright and looked at him. Then I thought over what I just said. "OH! Oh no no no no no no! I meant like you're so sweet I don't deserve you. Not that you're too sweet to me and I don't like it. I didn't mean it like that! I meant it in a good way! I swear!"
He laughed.
"What's so funny?" I asked, confused more than ever.
"You."
"How in God's name?" oh the confusion.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully, "You always make me laugh though."
"Hm," I thought on the thought. Wow, did that make sense, "go figure."
He chuckled again and I leaned back against him and sighed contently. He started stroking my hair and I traced a small circle on his chest with my finger. I kept thinking how lucky I was. How lucky to have such great friends…plus Oliver of course who is in the friends category in my little head and in another all his own.
"Hem, hem, it's 10:13 my little love birds."
I looked up at Alicia. When it's her birthday come April, I'm going to ruin every sentiment moment between her and George. Just wait.
" 'Your'," I repeated skeptically, smiling with one eyebrow cocked as I got up and then offered Oliver a hand, "I'm not yours."
"Or so you'd like to think," she stuck her tongue out at me. "Come on, we better hurry up, it's almost a quarter after."
So we all walked over to the classroom we told Lee to leave a window open. Apparently Fred and Angelina patched things up because he was holding her hand. Those two…
"Ok," Fred said, once we reached the windows, his hand placed on one, "Now for the moment of truth."
And he slid the window open.
We prayed he would slide the window open.
It didn't.
We tried every single window for that class room.
We tried every single window on that floor on this side of the castle.
Every single one.
Not one opened.
Not one.
"Well this is great," Angelina said, flopping down on the floor underneath a window, about thirty minutes later, "This is just freakin-bloody great."
"Did you address the letter to Lee, Katie?" Alicia asked me, well, kinda spat at me.
"Of course I did 'Lic!" I spat back, throwing my arms in the air. Why doesn't anyone slap me these days? "What kind of idiot do you think I am? W-"
"Ok, that's enough you two," Oliver said, getting in between us, "Kat sent the letter to Lee, but I guess he didn't get it. We'll just have to find another way in."
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Alicia spat at him. "Hm, Scotty?"
Gosh, 'Lic comes up with some really weird insults sometimes. He's Scottish so she calls him Scotty. Oh boy, we need to teach her some new insults.
Oliver ignored her but I was glaring at her.
"Weasley," Oliver said firmly.
"Yes?" they chorused.
I wanted to giggle at that, but I stopped myself. I don't what made me want to laugh. I don't know if it was the situation or the fact that-actually, I really don't know. But I know I did stop myself from laughing. Which is really hard.
"Is there another passage in?" Oliver asked. I noticed he was using his I'm-your-captain-and-you-better-do-what-I-say-or-I-swaer-I-will-run-you-into-the-ground-damn-it-! voice.
"Err…yes and no," George said.
"What does that mean?"
"It means it goes into the dungeons," Fred explained.
Holy. Fudge. That pretty much sums up our little adventure. Holy. Fudge.
"Fred?" I asked on hand holding Oliver's and the other holding my gifts, my shoes and one foot of my jeans submerged underwater.
"Yes?"
"Why the hell didn't you mention this part?"
"You do want to get back into the castle without getting caught, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, this is the only way."
"The only way?"
"The only way."
"…Are you sweet talking me?"
I think he was. I mean I REALLY think he was. According to him, the only way back into the castle was to wade through one foot of water through the small tunnel that lead from the dungeons to the lake. So God knows what we were wallowing in.
"I'm starting to think I'd rather get caught," Alicia said as she stumbled and George caught her just in time.
"We won't get caught," Fred said reassuringly.
"That's not what I said."
Alicia, The Ice Princess. I swear, she can lace her words so coldly you'd think it was January. But when your freezing and your feet and calves are under water, it already feels like it.
"I told you," Fred said.
We had finally reached the dungeons. And it was only 12! Go Fred! I'm so happy! …Please…
"Ok, can we go back now?" Angelina asked, "I'm cold and I'm wet and I swear if I get sick-"
"If anyone gets sick," Oliver corrected, back in captain mode, "It'll be double practice everyday for you Fred."
Oliver was looming over Fred, their noses about an inch apart.
"Oliver, have I ever let you down before?" Fred asked innocently.
"Yes," Oliver said.
And I could think of those few times. Normally the twins can get out of any spot of trouble, but not always. They do get caught once and a while. It's not like they actually are the Gods of Mischief.
"Can we just get back to the common room?" I asked quietly. I was cold and tired and wet too. Everyone was. And I didn't want to get caught.
"Let's!" Fred said rather cheerfully before bounding out of the dungeons and away from Oliver's I'm-going-to-kill-you-because-I'm-the-captain-and-the-rules-say-I-can gaze.
So after another 15 minutes of running quietly through secret passages and corridors, praying Filch wasn't around every corner, we finally made it back up to the common room. Though I don't know how you can run quietly in wet, floppy, squishy, loud noise making sneakers.
"Oh thank heaven!" I said, before flopping face down on the couch.
"Well, it's 12:13," Alicia said, looking at her watch, "It's no longer you're birthday."
"Actually," I rebutted, "I have till 6:33 this morning, so there!" I gave her a raspberry.
George chose that moment to take off his soaking left shoe which contained an ocean of that water that had God knows what in it, "That was by far the stupidest thing we have ever done."
"By far," Fred agreed, "I'm never using that passage again... Unless I need a way to pull pranks on all the Slytherins at once."
George nodded in agreement and Angelina sat on my butt. And I of course kicked her with my own wet sneaker.
"Jez Katie!" Angelina said, rubbing the now wet spot where I kicked her.
"Get off of me before I kick you again," I mumbled sleepily and she got off.
Hey! It had been a long day! I sprinted around the castle where ever I went, spent half the day in Hogsmeade, and half of that time we were trying to figure out a way back to the castle.
"Where's Lee?" Alicia asked suddenly.
"Probably up in the dorm," George yawned.
"Let's go pay him a visit," I said. And before any one could stop me, I was marching up the stairs and into the boys dorms. Up to the fifth years dorm and wrenched the door open where I promptly walked over to Lee's bed and glared down at him.
"Kates!" Fred said as he came in, not five seconds after me, "You can't kill Lee!"
But I wasn't going to kill Lee. I was going to kill Fred. For sitting on Lee's shoulder was a large barn owl, Rosmeata's barn owl.
"Fred," I said, slowly turning my head towards him, "I'm not going to kill Lee."
He took a sigh of relief.
"I'm going to kill you!"
And I took a leap at his neck and strangled him. Or so I would've liked. Oliver came in the second I started to leap at Fred and some how caught me in mid air.
"Someone's getting cranky," Oliver said in a sing song voice, me currently slung over his shoulder.
Where the hell is that slow mo machine? HMM! I would like to know people!
"OLIVER!"
I really don't care if I woke up the entire house. I really don't. they'll get over themselves. I'm sure they will. Even if they don't, I don't care.
"Yes?" Oliver asked kindly as he sat me down on my bed.
I gave a loud sigh, "Nothing." a long pause. I mean a very long pause, "That was three time tonight Fred was wrong!" I burst out, "THREE!"
Oliver chuckled.
"WHAT'S SO FUNNY?"
"I told you already, you," he said, "you act like you're never wrong."
"Well way to make me feel like a prick," I said.
He chuckled again and gave me a peck on my fore head.
"I hate you," I said, half glaring at him.
"No you don't."
"So?"
He chuckled again before giving me a long kiss on the lips.
"I really don't see what's so funny," I smiled.
Damn that man, always making me smile when I'm supposed to be mad. I really need to find an off button for all this smiling and laughing and snorting because I'm trying not to laugh.
All of a sudden I yawned.
"Boy," Oliver said, "am I really that boring?"
I laughed before giving him a kiss, "Never."
I yawned again afterwards. Boy, I am terrible. Truly, truly terrible.
"Alright, alright," Oliver said, "I'll let you go to bed." he walked towards the door, "Night Sleeping Beauty."
He's spoiling me. He's so sweet to me, it's a freaking crime. And now I can't even get to sleep. That was two hours ago. Two! And I still haven't gotten to sleep. Gah, maybe I'll go down to the common room.
It was the best birthday ever though. Even though I think I'm catching a cold and everything, but who cares? Jez, I still have Oliver's coat. Better give that back. Well, I'm off!
You guys better have loved that. And I mean love as in bow down and praise this cahpter love. Not whoo hoo, I loved it. I want to see bowing. This thing is 12 pages. Count them! 12!
I am sorry it took me so long. I had riding camp all last week and then the most hectic weekend and I have two volleyball practices everyday this week. Not to mention I still have to find time to get up to the barn.
Oh, and you all have to read this story. It's Oliver Wood's Love by Slytherinfan15. I love it (maybe just because Oliver is in it) and I'm pretty sure you all will too. I told her I would spread the word so go read it! But don't forget about me!
Ok, I'll stop rambling and let you all review.
Do you all actually read this note? Just curious.