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And I'm goddess or writing? I had no idea! EEEEEE! Got to go rub that in my little sister's face she happens to be under the impression that she's the young almighty queen of the universe. That may be so, but I AM a GOD! Holy crap, yeah that's right! Move over sis!
And I could've never made it to 40 chaps with out you guys complementing me the whole way. D
And Ladypup, why didn't you ever review for the other chaps, and all those-other-people-that-gave-me-a-review-for-the-last-chap-that-I've-never-heard-of-before-that-have-been-reading-my-story-but-not-leaving-reviews-that-I'm-happy-to-know-like-my-story? Eh, what ever, don't worry about it.
And don't worry, the story eventually will end (sad I know) but I already have it forged in my head that I will be making a sequel (joy!) so don't worry. And I expect you all to read that one too. You see, I actually do plan ahead. I'm good, I know. D
And also I'm so happy you all don't think any body in here is a Mary-Sue (thank god!) and that the twins and everybody else plays the part well. And I'll try to squeeze what's his name? Oh yeah Harry (lol, you really didn't think I could forget, right?) in here. I just tend to take off with everything else I kinda forget about the genius that J.K. came up with almost six years ago. Sorry, I'll fix that along with my typos and spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes. Sorry about those too, by the way!
Ok, I guess I'll stop blabbering now and write the story.
God bless the people that actually read these.
And if you keep sending me long reviews, I'll keep writing long chaps. Not like I would stop though.
OK! Story! I know! Here it is!
April 9, Friday, time: God only knows
"So Katie? Where's you're Quidditch obsessed boyfriend?"
"hu?…oh, I don't know…"
wait a second. I didn't know? That didn't seem right.
We were all sitting in the common room, I was sitting at the base of the couch on the floor with my books all over the coffee table. Angelina, 'Lic, and the twins were scattered on the couches and chairs, or floor next to me, but Oliver hadn't shown up all afternoon. Then I think it was four thirty and Oliver is normally the first to show up in the common room. So how come he wasn't here?
Now normally, I at least have a clue where Oliver is. I'm not physically glued to him but if he has a project-his in the library- you know, stuff like that. But didn't even have an inkling where he was. Which didn't feel too great.
"Where is he?" I asked, looking up from my paper, he said he'd help me with it and I'd help him in herbology. "I'll go find him," I said getting up.
"Where do you think he is?" Angelina asked, "I mean, it's pouring outside and-Katie?"
I had ran up to our dorm and grabbed my pea cot, a hat and scarf, along with an umbrella.
"You don't seriously think he's at the pitch?" Fred asked. "There's half a typhoon outside! Even he's not that bent on winning."
"Dear brother," George said from next to him, "Of course he is. Though I'd like to believe he has one lick of sense."
"So would I," I said as I put my pea coat over my white crew neck sweater, we had gotten changed out of our uniforms after classes per usual. "But I wouldn't count on it either. I'll see you in a bit!" I said before going out of the portrait hole. "And try to resist the urge not to copy my essay!"
"Because you're so good in potions?" Alicia called back.
I stuck my head back in, "Yeah." I agreed. "and I thought sarcasm was my thing?"
"Are you going to go find Oliver or what?" Ange asked.
"Alright!" I said, " know how anxious you all are to see me leave!"
I heard them laughing as I slammed the portrait door shut.
"Hey!" the Fat Lady yelled at me, "Be more careful, I'm very delicate."
I cocked an eyebrow, "Oh, I know." and before she could catch onto the sarcasm I had just laid on three layers thicker than normal, I hurried down the halls. Paintings are always a little slow with sarcasm., funny, hu?
So seven flights of stairs and fifteen minutes later I was out the front doors. And Fred was wrong. It wasn't half a typhoon, it was a typhoon. It was a stay-inside-wrapped-in-blankets-with-hot-chocolate-in-your-pajamas typhoon. And here I was, attempting to find Oliver out in the terrible weather. I would've turned back and gone inside but there was absolutely no doubt in my mind he was at the pitch after yesterday's terrible practice session.
"Oh, that man owes me s-s-so big!" I mumbled to myself through chattering teeth. It was freezing, and the fact that my umbrella got blown away by the wind wasn't helping my mood. So by the time I reached the pitch, which took double the time it normally does because I was working against the weather, I was soaked to the bone and freezing and praying when I found Oliver we could FLY back up to the castle.
And sure enough, there he was, the big idiot. Hovering around the three hoops, saving shots by the charmed quaffle.
"OLIVER!" I screamed over the howling wind, "YOU BIG DOLT! GET OUT OF THE SKY BEFORE I COME UP THERE AND KNOCK YOU OFF YOUR BROOM!"
Too bad he didn't hear one word I said. I was standing more or less in the center of the field off to the side so I trudged onward until I was right underneath him.
"OLIVER!" I screamed, "OI! DOWN HERE!"
No dice. Still didn't hear me. How on earth was I supposed to get him back on the ground? Kick him down to the ground, that's how. So I went and got a spare broom (one of those really old ones) out of the closet, went back out onto the pitch and kicked off. It was even worse out than when we played Hufflepuff.
So eventually I was behind the stupid three hoops behind him in my stupid pea coat and with my stupid scarf whipping around my semi-stupid head and my stupid hat blown off to some stupid distant land. It was a stupid moment, what can I say?
"OLIVER!" I screamed, but the wind swept my words right back down my throat. So I moved right behind him and consequently was also right in front of one of the three hoops. "YOU DING-A-LING! DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE AND KICK YOU OUT OF THE AI-AAAAA!"
Freaking genius missed the enchanted quaffle and of course it soared straight towards me. And of course the freaking genius enchanted the quaffle so it went as fast and with as much force of a bludger. So when it hit me straight in the chest, it swept me straight off my broom, and through the hoop behind me. It was all I could do to catch myself on the rim of the silver hoop.
At that second Oliver turned around and was in complete and total shock. Which was completely understandable if you think about it. I mean, how often do you turn around and see your girlfriend hanging off one of the Quidditch hoops underneath her arms in a freaking typhoon? Not often I hope.
"KAT?" he screamed over the rain and wind.
"I THINK YOU MISSED THAT LAST ONE!" I yelled back "NOW GET ME DOWN!" that silver hoop isn't all that easy to hang by, especially when it's a typhoon.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he asked.
"I WENT TO GO FIND YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO GET AMONIA AND IF I GET IT TOO I KILL YOU! AND IF I FALL I'LL KILL YOU! NOW GET ME DOWN!" with that last line I slipped from hanging with my arms crossed over the rim to barely hanging on by my fingers, "OLIVER WOOD!"
I think he laughed at me. I mean, I couldn't hear it but I think I saw it.
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!" yup, there was definitely a bit of a laugh in his voice as he brought his broom right beneath me. So I slid off the hoop and landed behind him on his broom.
"A-A-Achoo!"
"Tissue?"
"Ugh, 'hanks 'Lic," I said through the miles of congestion that was currently lodged inside me.
"Ugh, can I have one 'oo?"
Apparently Oliver was just as bad as me. Well that what happens when you try to play Quidditch in the rain…typhoon, better yet.
So currently me and Oliver had occupied the couch, which was now lost under five blankets, four pillows, and the two of us. I was somewhere underneath a long sleeve tee, a sweat shirt, flannel pajama pants and three pairs of socks. Oliver was hidden underneath the same amount of clothing.
I told you typhoons were for sitting in your pajamas. I just didn't expect the sick part.
"You two are so sick," Angelina laughed.
"Maybe we should take them to see Madame Po-"
"No!" me and Oliver cried at the same time.
"I am never going 'o see 'ha' mad woman ever again," I said through several sniffles. " 'issue please? Besides, I'm fine-uh."
"I think you two are sick," Fred agreed.
"I'm perfec'ly fine-uh," Oliver seconded with me.
"You're sick!" they all cried.
"Define sick," I challenged.
"Sick is when you can't pronounce your t's," George pointed out.
"I can pronounce my t-uhs!" I said. "Look. 'He 'yphoon ou'side is really we'."
Oliver just looked at me with a cocked eyebrow and we all cracked up hysterically. Ok, so maybe I am a tad sick. It's Oliver's fault though.
So about five million tissues, a hundred cups of tea, several small bouts of me not being or being sick and five temperature checks for the each of us later, I was getting quiet bored.
"Ugh," I said, "I ha'e being sick," I admitted after Angelina and Fred went to the library and Alicia and George went to the kitchens for some food.
"I'll second 'ha'," Oliver agreed right before he let out a huge sneeze.
"You jus' had 'a play in 'he 'yphoon, didn' you?" I asked.
Oliver chuckled. " 'typhoons only happen in 'he sou'h. I's only a li'le bi' of rain, Ka'."
" 'A li'le bi' of rain'?" I quoted, "Are you off your rocker? I's enough rain 'o ge' bo'h of us sick!"
"Well," he said, positioning himself so he was laying down with his head in my lap, "A'leas' 'he company's good."
I tried not to smile. How is it that this man can never keep me mad at him. Forget mad, even slightly agitated at him? How? And does this work on everybody or just me? Like does it work on teachers!
Oh. My. GOD! Baaaaaaaaad image. Very VERY bad image. Like, worst image ever. I don't even think you want to kno-Oliver had his head in McGonagall's lap. You see! I told you it was a bad image. And it could even get worse-like I sub Snape in! Eeeee! Or Snape's head in McGonagal's lap! Oh my GOD!
Ok, I'm stopping myself right now before my brain takes me to even weirder places. I think my brain needs those leather straps now and then. Ok, back to what was going on before my brain took an unexpected turn into Bad-Image-Ville.
I looked down at him with a cocked eyebrow, "Do you really 'hink 'ha' works?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "More or less."
"I ha'e you," I said as I started to fondly play with his hair.
"No you don'."
"So?"
He chuckled and a few minutes later he fell asleep. I didn't know this so I jumped when all of a sudden my lap started snoring.
"Er…..hi Katie."
I was staring at the fire so I jumped again when somebody said my name. Why am I so jumpy lately? I'll say it's because I'm still sick, which is true.
"Oh," I sighed, "hi Harry, wha's going on?"
He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "Nothing much. Are you sick?"
I gave him a small smile. "Ya, 'his big dol' decided to go flying in 'he middle of 'his weather," I said, slapping Oliver on the shoulder in his sleep. He grunted and ressumd snoring like he was sawing logs. "So I had to go ge' him."
He laughed. "Yeah, that's Wood for you."
"More or less," I agreed. "are Ron and Hermione s'ill fighting?"
He looked at me confused. I guess he couldn't understand my newly acquired accent.
"Are Hermione and Ron S-tuh-ill figh-tuh-ing?" I repeated, trying to pronounce my 't's as best I could.
"Oh," he said, finally understanding , "Yeah." He walked over to one of the chairs, "What do you do when Angelina and Alicia are fighting?"
"You're asking me?" I asked shocked. He nodded.
I love Harry. I mean, brotherly. Look at him! He's asking me for advice. That's right ME! Katie Bell for ADVICE! I never get asked for advice!
"Well," I said thinking about what I've done in the past, making a list in my head. This is what I got:
1. Yell at them for being idiots.
2. Slap the two of them until they understand what idiots they've been
3. Have everyone they know ignore the both of them so they only have themselves to talk too.
I had a feeling none of these would work and I saw my chances of being asked for advice again going down the drain. I had to say something else aka be as original as possible aka say something completely and totally weird.
"Do you know what's wrong?" I asked. What a stupid question. Everybody in the whole tower knew what was up with the both of them. I mean, they went at it more than me and Oliver, know THAT is saying something.
Harry nodded.
"Well," I said, trying to come up with someone. "How about the nex' 'ime they s'ar' 'o figh' and you're their randomly say 'I know you 'wo are despera'ely in love with each other so go find a broom close' already'?"
He started to blush. How adorable is he? He's like the younger and innocent brother I never had.
"Um…" he said, scratching the back of his neck. There goes my advice career. "I guess I could try it. But Ron would scowl at me and Hermione will either hit me in the head with a book or turn me into a book."
Well at least we finally got over the language barrier with my t's.
" 'ha's because 'hey know i's 'rue."
Harry laughed. I hope it wasn't because of my accent. Because if we're on a younger brother older sister level, that give me right to beat him with a stick.
"You know what?" he said, "I'll try that."
"Really?" that was even more than a shocker that he actually asked me for advice. He even TOOK it. TOOK my advice. MY ADVICE! TOOK IT!
Ha! Wait until I tell everybody!
"Thanks Katie," he said getting up and walking towards the portrait hole, "You know you're like the older sister I never had, right?"
My face probably light up like a Christmas tree.
"Really?" I asked in a voice that definitely sounded like a little kid's because I had about three miles of congestion down my lungs, "You're like 'he bro'her I never had!"
"What about Lance?" Harry asked.
How did he know about Lance. Oh yeah I complained about him that time he sent me that letter telling me not to do anything he would at practice that time. What great guy….
"Lance doesn' coun'," I pointed out. "He's a pain."
Harry laughed before leaving the common room. Leaving me to stare at the fire for another hour while Oliver snored in my lap. At the end of that hour, Fred and Angelina came back from the 'library'.
"How'd 'ha' essay go?" I asked casually, attempting to catch them in a little lie. I had five galleons saying that they were going to get back together by next Saturday.
"Great," Angelina smiled, taking an actual essay out of her bag. "Actually got something done."
"Same," Fred said, holding up his own.
"Please," I said, rather annoyed that they actually told the truth and actually went to the library. Funny, know I'm getting annoyed because people are telling the truth. "You only copied off of her, Fred."
"And?" he smiled.
"Where's Alicia and George," Ange said, suddenly realizing thy weren't here.
I shrugged my shoulders, "No idea. But guess what?- Harry asked me for ad-"
"We should go find them!" Angelina said, cutting off my riveting tale, grabbing Fred by his elbow and dragging him back out the door.
"Damn it…" I looked back down at Oliver. My right leg was starting to fall asleep and by then I really had to go to the bathroom. Hey, if you had ten cups of tea you would too.
But how was I going to wake up Snoring Beauty?
"Go' i'!" I said, snapping my fingers. But it didn't sound as great as I hoped because I was still unable to say my t's. but what are you going to do? I had to go to the bathroom and hopefully regain circulation in my leg again.
So I simply pinched Oliver's nose. The snoring instantly stopped and eventually woke up groggily.
"Wha'?" he said, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh good!" I said, "You're up!" So I kinda pushed him into a sitting postion and stood up, " 'ha's dandy, now if you'll excuse me-"
And before he could answer me in his groggy state I ran out the portrait hole and into the nearest bathroom. But of course the Fat Lady had to give me grief getting back in.
"Nice pajamas," she said with a smirk.
" 'ifflus mi''lus," I said rolling my eyes.
"No," she said, shaking her head "That's not the password."
"OF course i's 'he password! Wha' else would i' be?"
"Not Ifflus Milus," she answered.
"Damn!" I said, slapping my forehead. Why is it I just couldn't pronounce my t's for the life of me? But then that Neville Longbottom was strolling down the corridor on the other end.
So I sprinted down to him, clad in my Griffindor pajamas, nearly fell into him (cotton socks are particularly on marble floor by the way) and nearly brought him down with me.
"Neville!" I said, steadying my self by holding onto his shoulders. "I need you 'o 'ell 'he Fa' Lady 'he password so I can ge' back in 'he 'ower."
He just looked at me like I had three heads. God I hate being sick.
"I'm sick and I can' pronounce my t's," I explained.
So after the language barrier was breached for the hundredth time today, I finally got back into the tower to find that now Oliver had occupied the whole couch and had become Snoring Beauty once again.
I groaned and kneeled at the base of the couch, crossing my arms over the edge and resting my chin on them so I was two inches away from Oliver's face.
"Hey," I said, "Snoring Beau'y, gonna leave some room for me?"
All of a sudden his eyes snapped open and gave me a long kiss.
Why am I always, ALWAYS, the kissee? Why can't I ever be the kisser? EVER? I'm always the one surprised by the whole entire thing. ME! EVERY TIME! I must be cursed.
"You know Oliver," I said once we broke apart, " 'ha' probably wasn' 'he grea'es' idea since we're both half dead-and deciding to practice in 'his wea'her probably wasn' such a grand idea ei'her."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Wai'," I said, realizing the answer he gave me from this slight movement. "Are you saying 'ha' I'm righ'?"
He sighed and smiled, "Fine, you're righ'."
"Can we ake a momen' to realize wha' happened 'oday?" I was so proud of myself. "No' only did Harry ask for my advice, he's even 'hinking about' 'aking i'-"
"He's 'aking your advice?"
"Don' ac' so surprised," I said sarcastically. "Bu' now I'm also righ'! yeah, 'ha's wha' I 'hough'."
Oliver sat up smiling, making room for me. So I sat down next to him and he put his arm around me, "Being sick is making you delirious isn' 'i?"
"Oh yeah."
He chuckled before giving me a kiss on my temple.
Ok, so I just realized it's 9 at night, I'm still sick as a dog which means I still can't pronounce my t's and Alicia just got back. I don't even want to know where they've been for the past three hours. But she did bring back a bit of fruit which she smartly handed over in a second. So now I'm going to go to sleep before I pass out. Night!
Hey, did you guys like? I know, this chapter had nothing to do ith the plot but look! Harry is actually alive! He does exists in my own little world over here.
Gah! So I finally just saw the fourth movie this Saturday (took me long enough I know) and I was disappointed. Of course I cried when Cedric died (not because I particularly like the character but because the actor was so cute( don't worry, Oliver is still number one, yeah I know)). But in the book they ran into Oliver at the Quidditch cup (which scene sucked by the way) and he wasn't there! (and Voldemort looked like Michael Jackson
So if you'd all give me a nice long review (about the story not so much on the author's notes (I notice some people (like myself) sometimes only write about the little notes) but if you'd like to leave a little part about those that'd be great too) God I'm getting picky. Just please leave me a review! PLEASE?