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And yes, I also love it when couples become completely immature. Makes it fun to write

April 7, Tuesday, 8am , continued

Ok, let's recap: over the past week and a day Oliver has given me hell on the pitch and together we've created the biggest row this school has ever seen and Professor McGonagall shows me a bunch of his tests with my initials everywhere and not after 'I hate…' . Then I black out after he practically forces the twins to take me out as if they were hired assassins and this morning I woke up in the hospital wings

But that little recap took a while to register. So instead of resting my head on the very comfy pillow, I sat bolt upright, having no clue how I got there, why I was in the funky teal pajamas they give out in the hospital wing or why in hell Oliver was sitting in the chair next to my bed with his head tilt back asleep, still in his muddy scarlet robes. What a head spinner that one was.

"Mercy," I mumbled to myself, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes with my right hand, too afraid to use my left because of my shoulder. I brushed the hair out of my eyes (where the hell was my hair tie?) and realized I had a huge bump right in the middle of my forehead. I looked over towards the sleeping-lightly-snoring Oliver and was a little proud to see he was sporting a nice black and blue, right on his forehead

"Well next time find a more creative way to kill me," I smiled to myself.

But I have to admit, seeing him in all his sleepy glory I felt a little pang of guilt. Or was it loneliness? Or because I couldn't really stay mad at him forever? Or was it because I hadn't eaten since the afternoon before?

I'm going to go with the third, the food one.

I groaned and fell back on the-really-huge-comfy-pillow-hospital-people-always-give-you-because-you-know-you're-in-"pain", Madame Pomphrey hadn't left a large tray of food out for me.

And since she neglected this very important task, my stomach growled very loudly, which cause Oliver to shift in his sleep and fall forward face first in the side of my bed…still snoring. I would've laughed except I didn't exactly want him there. And I would've pretended to go back to sleep until he left except he's just as stubborn as I am and would stay there until the planet blew up.

I didn't know which would be uglier. Us blowing off at each other again or the planet blowing up. I think the first might've eventually led to the second…hmm…

So eventually I tried sneaking out. Personally, I thought the large oak doors would've been my best bet. It was 10 in the morning so everybody would be in class. Leaving the hall empty and leaving no on to see me in these crazy pajamas.

"Kat?"

Damn I was so close too.

I spun around in my funky teal pajamas, wild hair and no freezing bare feet (Hey, those marble floors are always cold.) to see Oliver standing up, scarlet robes, blue-bump-on-the-head and all. What weird fashion statements we make…

"Kat," he said, cocking an eyebrow and walking towards me, "Shouldn't you be laying down?"

I looked at my hand on the door knob. So close and yet so far. But then I crossed my arms (which really hurt my left shoulder by the way. Madame Pomphrey hadn't given me nearly enough pain killers) and looked back at him.

"Don't you have another play to go figure out so you can run into our heads some more?"

Ok, so I can get a little cranky in the morning, with a huge bruise on my head, two aching limbs, and no coffee. But doesn't everybody?

"Do really think that all I think about is Quidditch?" he asked softly, still walking closer.

"Well all the dawn practices this week would lead me to think so!" ok, so I can get a little snappy at times too.

He hung his head.

was I winning?

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "I just want-"

"Just want to win!" I finished, throwing my hands in the air. He was supposed to slap me, at the moment I would've slapped myself "Just want to beat those snakes! Just want to have your name on that damn cup! I know Oliver! I know that's all you think about."

So maybe I was being a little harsh. Just a little.

"NO!" he growled at me, suddenly taking my by the shoulders and now from two inches away in the eeriness light of my most feared wing for me in Hogwarts wasn't pretty sight. but I didn't flinch or anything, just keep glaring. Then more softly he added, "I just want you to stop being mad at me."

"You're the one who started it!" I pointed out, but with a bit less venom in my voice…just a bit. "You're the one who-"

"JUST STOP IT!" he shook me a little violently, but I kind of needed it. "I haven't been able to think at all! I can't think of plays, I don't have any idea what drills to run in practice, and I don't think my grades have ever been worse. The only thing I can think of is you. I have less than three months left here with you and I don't want to lose another day."

That last few lines kinda kicked my ass into gear and I realized how terribly mean and stubborn I've been to him over the past week. I mean, it's not his fault he has OCD about winning this cup! Well, maybe it was his fault…gotta ponder that one when I don't have a massive bruise on my head.

"So does that mean you caved first?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Hey, I don't ever want to say I was the first to cave. Ever. Because I never EVER cave first at ANYTHING!

"…Icavedfirst…" he mumbled, hanging his head and letting his shoulders drop.

"Hmm?"

"I CAVED FIRST!" he screamed to the ceiling. "Happy?"

"Oh, very" I smiled, slipping my arms around his neck, before I kissed him.

And for once(!) I caught HIM off guard. Yeah that's right.

But then two doors in the hospital wing opened (and me and Oliver practically jumped three feet away from each other). One being the large oak doors right next to us, and the other Madame Pomphrey's office.

Now of course the people barging through the large oak doors were the twins, 'Lic and Ange. And of course the people coming out of Madame Pomphrey's office was none other then Madame Pomphrey herself and-

"Percival?" Fred said astonished. "What the hell are you doing here? Finally come for your cat scan?"

"No," Percy screamed from across the wing, "I came to see Katie!"

It's as if they didn't notice I was standing right there. Damn I wished that happened more often.

"Where is Kates?" George asked himself.

Why doesn't this ever happen around teachers!

I raised my good hand slightly, "Hi guys."

"Katie!" 'Lic squealed.

That's right squealed. Who squeals?

Before I could even think about this she ran over and gave me a huge bear hug. Followed by everybody else except Oliver who managed to get pushed away. This was not doing any miracles for my shoulder and my knee felt like it was about to give out.

"Er…guys?" I choked out, "You're killing me and I can't breath…"

"Hu, Kates?" Fred asked.

"Shoulder…"

"Oh," Angelina said, instantly letting go, everybody else a millisecond behind.

Noon

So after my near suffocation Madame Pomphrey basically threw me back into my little cot (is it no wonder that I hate the hospital wing?) and finally drugged me up on pain killers. Which I have to say made me completely laughy allllllll morning. Poor Oliver. Sweet guy stayed with me the whole time."What Hehehe wait, waz zat? hehehehe" I laughed in my little cot as Madame attempted to charm my knee back to normal. And apparently, I had no idea what a wand was.

"For the fifth time, Ms. Bell," Madame Pomphrey said, for what must've been the fifth time, angrily. "It's a wand. I'm trying to heal you! I-"

Than the doors burst open to reveal the twins.

"Georgie! Freddie!" I giggled. Holding my arms open as if expecting them to run over and give me a hug.

Both sets of their eyebrows skyrocketed and went from me to Oliver.

Oliver, who finally changed into regular clothes gave them a crooked smile, "Pain killers."

"Ah." the twins chorused.

"I think," Madame Pomphrey said, trying to fight me off (apparently I was immensely intrigued by her weird nun hat or what ever you want to call it) "we need those leather straps."

"Leather straps! HAHAHAHA! That's a good one!" I slapped my thigh, "Are they fun?"

"Can we help?" the twins volunteered, no doubt anxious to get back at me for half causing a week of hellish practices.

Ten minutes later I was securely strapped in and I didn't like it. Yet I was still laughing as I fought against the dreaded things.

"These aren't fun! HAHAHA!"

Luckily the laughing wore off after two hours. So around eleven I was sane again.

"Alright," I said as Oliver finally unstrapped me at eleven. "We're never going to speak of this again."

"Fair enough," he chuckled as he undid the one around my shoulders. My now considerably wild hair had gotten in my eyes and he pushed it back and "hmm"-ed before undoing the rest of the straps around my waist, wrists and ankles.

" 'hmm' what?" I asked, tilting my head and rubbing my wrist.

"Hmm?" he asked, undoing the ankle straps.

I smiled, "Never mind." I paused for a second, "I'm sorry for…uh…putting you through that."

Oliver laughed, "It wasn't all bad, besides, you would've done the same for me."

"No," I said, smiling "I meant for the past week."

He smiled faintly at me, "It's not your fault."

I cocked an eyebrow.

"Alright," he caved, moving back towards me and sitting on the edge of the bed, "It was mostly your fault."

"Thought so," I smiled, giving him a hug.

I really did miss him and I wish I wasn't so stubborn and I figured that out earlier. I couldn't stop smiling after that, not like I ever not smile. Except when I mad at him for scheduling dawn practices everyday for three days straight or when Ange is right like the time she said that I definitely missed him and now that I realized she was right. Damn her!

"You know there's still practice tonight," he whispered.

I let go of him and sat back in my little cot, looked at him, cocked an eyebrow and crossed my arms.

Oliver laughed, "but I guess you can skip out on it."

"Thanks, Ol," I smiled. "But you better not skip out on your next class. You can't stay here all day."

"Says who?"

"Give Madame a few more minutes, she'll whack you out of here."

"I guess your right," he chuckled, standing up, "But I really don't want to go to Herbology."

"Oliver," I groaned.

"Alright, alright," he said, "I'll go," and he gave me a quick kiss as the bell rang to get to class before running out the large oak doors.

And now that I finished I'm really really bored.

5 pm

"I hate Snape with such an undying passion, it's almost funny."So now I had two essays to do. That's right TWO! The one I have to re-due and another that he just assigned.

"I hate him," I said, throwing down my little stubby quill on my cot along with my essay. Madame Pomphrey was making me sty overnight 'just to be sure'. I think she was just waiting for another reason to tie me back up again, though you'd think she'd want t get rid of me more than keep me longer. Peculiar.

So either way, after the classes were over, everyone came down to keep me company. I was sitting cross legged on my cot and everybody else had pulled chairs around it and used it as a desk.

"Ditto."

"Same here."

"Ten times more than you."

I guess everybody agreed with me.

Poor Oliver though, he's attempting to help us all. Poor guy, he's never going to make it.

Then the worst thing that could've possibly happened…did.

Little Fredricka had somehow found her way into Fred's bag and chose this moment to fly onto my bed and give a little hiccup of flame…right onto my essay.

"NO!" I screamed, picking the minurature dragon up and throwing it across the room. It was fine…IT CAN FLY! BUT MY POOR PAPER WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME!

And after that several things happened all at once.

Fred and George stood up screaming "Fredricka!" and as they stood up, Fred toppled over and ink bottle which landed right on Alicia and her head. I grabbed my paper and tried fanning it in the air which only made it larger. Angelina slapped Fred for spilling ink on Alicia and Oliver grabbed my paper and was about to use a water charm but instead George grabbed it out of his hand and ran into the bathroom with it and came out a few seconds later looking very satisfied with himself and a flushing noise emitting from the bathroom. Madame Pomphrey came out at that second and sniffed the air. Then she looked at George who was currently closing the bathroom door.

"Child!" Madame Pomphrey said, putting a hand over her heart, "What have you been eating?"

I guess she smelt my essay burning.

George shrugged his shoulders, "Only Hogwarts' finest, Madame," he said with a certain pride.

Madame gave him what can only be explained as the evil eye before returning to her office.

"Well," George said smugly, as he returned to us "We're lucky I reacted so quickly to that fire, the whole place could've gone up in smoke."

"MY ESSAY WENT UP IN SMOKE YOU IDOIT!" and I jumped from my spot on my lil bed to his throat, nearly six feet away. "I SWEAR TO GOD GEORGE IF YOU FLUSHED MY ESSAY, I'LL KILL YOU!"

I was currently on top of him, still in my funky teal pajamas, crazy wild hair and all, his robes in my fists, I musta looked like a mad man, probably Sirius Black.

"I, er…" he started, "flushed your essay…"

"WHAT!"

"I flushed your-"

"I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME YOU INCONSIDERATE PUMPOUS-"

"Alright Kat," Oliver said, coming up behind me, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me off George. "I think that's enough." Eventually he put me back down on the little hospital bed, which was quite a feat because I was kicking and flailing to rip George's head clear off his shoulders. "Don't make me strap you back in," he warned sternly.

"They had to use those again?" Angelina asked, currently helping 'Lic clean herself up.

I just buried my head in my pillow.

"Madame Pomphrey gave her these pain killers which gave her no control over her laughter," Oliver explained for me.

I hate Snape with such an undying passion, it's almost funny."

"What a sight that was," George said.

I made another grab to rip his head of but Oliver caught me around the waist…again. Damn keeper reflexes.

If your wondering why I was in such a warpath-ish mood, Madame Pomphrey gave me a different pain killer this afternoon that mad me boiling mad in stead of bubbling over with laughter. I still don't know which one was worse.

now i'm really bored. I might even sneak out and go to practice, you never know.

Ok, I was a little void of material in this chapter. But I got good ideas for the next few. It's all up here taps head as scary as that may sound.

And I know beggers can't be choosers buuuuuuuut….LONG REVIEWS HELP ME WRITE MORE AND MAKE ME EVEN HAPPIER AND THAT MAKES ME WRITE MORE! SO LOOOOOOOOOONG REVIEWS PLEASE!