Oh my god I love my reviewers! You guys are so great! And did you guys go read my other one shot? Go read it if you haven't. I know, a second one shot, it's like a Christmas miracle.
And I bet you all are ready to maul me on the other end of this internet connection, aren't ya? Yeah, well, I figured that-but I can explain myself. I had like a bagillion finals and regents to study for so I really got nothing done other than studying and I better have gotten a 100 on that global regents or I will seriously hurt someone. So, I am so so sorry. Especially to lady pup because I did read her story (a miracle, I know, go read) and I did send a review but my comp was being an idiot and didn't send it when I thought it did, so yeah, I'm getting on that too (don't worry in short I thought it was great) yeah, and I guess that's the end of my sorrys-way to stick with me here.
May 29, Monday, charms
ok, as you know, yesterday was mine and Oliver's…February, March, April, May-four month anniversary. And by eleven the man was still not up. Not naturally I crept up into his room, by then he was the only one still asleep.
God, how does he sleep with all those posters looking at him?
Apparently in an old Griffindor tee shirt.
I smiled to myself. He's freaking adorable when he sleeps. He was on his side facing me and he was snoring lightly and he had terrible bed hair. I wonder if he knows that he makes snoring cute…
"Oliver?" I said softly, pushing his hair off his forehead, "Oliver, wake up." He just mumbled in his sleep. "Ok, Ol', it's noon, get up."
"Hu?" he asked groggily, running his hands over his eyes and through his hair.
"It's nearly half past eleven."
"Oh…what day is it?"
"Sunday…the 28th…you know, our anniversary?"
"WHAT?" he yelled, sitting bolt upright. He swept his hand across his nightstand flinging everything in front of his clock to the floor. "Argh…" he groaned when he saw the time, laying back down with a flop.
"What?" I asked obviously confused in my pajamas. You know the ones, the red athletic shorts with white trim and Patriots shirt.
"I had the whole day planned out," he moaned, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Well," I said, trying to right whatever he did wrong. "It's only eleven thirty."
"We would've been out of here by then…" he said, looking rather dismal.
He looked so adorable and helpless with his messy bed hair. So helpless that if I suddenly jumped him and snogged him so hard he wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. It was quite tempting.
"I've got an idea," I said, walking around to the other unoccupied-side of his four poster bed and slipping under the covers next to him, "let's just sleep it in and make the best of it."
"Sleep it in?" Oliver asked, an eyebrow cocked, "it's almost noon."
"So let's not sleep it in and say we did," I smiled, damn it we would have a good time if it killed me. "like a bed and breakfast or something."
"Or something?" Oliver repeated as he slipped an arm around me.
"Well by now it would really be a bed and lunch," I pointed out which made him laugh, "but Merlin knows pancakes and whatnot are ten times better than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."
"So how are we going to get these pancakes that you're so bent on having?" Oliver asked, laying back down with my head on his shoulder.
"Eh, it's Sunday," I said, "Sooner or later a house elf is going to come passing by and voila! Pancakes or eggs…or whatever else you want."
And sooner or later, a house elf did come passing by and you could hear that Granger girl screaming something or the other about the rights of house elves and why on god's green earth were three carrying large trays of breakfast foods to the seventh year boys dorm and yadda yadda yadda yadda.
"Ok, I got one," I said thirty minutes after the house elves left with our food, my head still on his shoulder. "The Russian national team or the Australian national team."
We were playing who would win. Basically you name two random Quidditch teams and who you think would win. You see, this is a game I can win. It involves no lying and the key to winning is being stubborn which I practically have a PHD in.
"You can't compare those two," Oliver said between bites of his bacon, "It's like comparing apples and oranges."
"No it's not," I rebutted, "They're both national teams, it's not like I'm saying the Chudley Cannons and the Irish national team."
"What ever you say Kat."
"Just decide already," I smiled, elbowing him in the ribs jokingly.
"Ummm…the Russians."
"What? No way, and you're going to be on a league team?" I laughed as he jounced his shoulder, unbalancing my head. "The Aussies would win."
"Oh, so now we're calling them Aussies?"
"They've always been called Aussies, captain."
Oliver chuckled before turning on his side to face me, resting on his elbow. "what are you going to do next year?"
"What do you mean?" I laughed lightly, mimicking him "Same as I always do, push through potions and pretend like I actually know what I'm doing."
"That's not what I meant," he said with a faint smile before it disappeared.
"Oh," I paused, "well then I have no idea what your talking about."
"I mean, next year it's not going to take the guys around here too long to realize that I'm not coming back," he said softly, tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.
"Oh," I said, "Well I'm sure Ange and 'Lic can fend them off well enough, not like I need they're help or anything. But what are you going to do next year besides have tons of fun playing on a professional team while I'm still sitting in Binn's class?"
"I," he smiled, obviously relieved that I didn't say that I was going to go off and have a wild snog in a broom closet with the first guy that walked past, "am going to come an visit you every weekend."
"How are you going to pull that off?" I asked with a lopsided smile, "You've got games then and then a party after the game celebrating your ridiculously good playing."
He laughed before he bent over and kissed me.
And that's basically how my day went yesterday. Talking. Kissing. Talking. Kissing. All in all it was a very good day. So good that I actually fell asleep in his bed later that night. You can imagine what I went through when I woke up.
"Kat, Kat?" I heard Oliver, in a way off distant place, nudging my shoulder "Kat, wake up."
"Oliver," I moaned, burying my face into one of his pillows even more, "You're not allowed to have dawn practices anymore."
"But Kat-"
"The damn season's over already, ok?" I mumbled into his pillow.
And his pillow seems really good by the way. It smells like Oliver to be exact. I think I described that as a just-cut-lawn-right-after-it-rains. Yeah, I think that's what I said.
"But Kat, it's Monday," he said, still nudging my shoulder.
"No it's not, it's Sunday."
Wow, I'm even more stubborn than usual when I have to get up.
"No, Kat, it's Monday, and we have classes."
"No we don't."
"Katherine Ann Bell-"
"Didn't I tell you that the season's over? Now lemme sleep and don't go middle-naming me Oliver ALBAN Wood."
"You're sleeping in a seventh year boy's bed which so happens to be in the same dorm as Percy Weasley who is-"
"Oh fine! I'm up, I'm-" I said, sitting up, and then just realizing where I was, "I'm sleeping in your bed."
"Yes," Oliver said. He was standing next to the bed, already in his uniform.
"In the seventh year boy's dorm," I analyzed further.
"Yes."
"In Percy's dorm," wow, so I CAN think in the morning after all.
"Yes."
"And Percy's the head boy, isn't he?"
"Right again ," he smiled as he did up his tie, "Now go get dressed, everyone's already down at breakfast."
"Ok, captain, next time wake me up a little earlier, why don'cha?" and with my uncaffinated and stubborn self I marched out the door, back to my dorm and got dressed.
"Morning," Oliver said.
I nearly fell down.
You see, I had just opened up the door and make my way down to the Great Hall and there he was. Oliver, just standing there. Holding-
"COFFEE?" I gaped, staring at the mug in his hand. "does that have milk and sugar?"
"Just the way you like it," he smiled. "Sugared up to the max."
"Oliver you're a god!" I laughed in my state of decaffeination, making a swipe for the mug.
Damn him being a damn keeper with damn keeper reflexes.
"Don't I get a kiss hello?" he asked smirking.
I rolled my eyes and planted a peck on his lips. But Merlin knows Oliver has got to make a big deal out of everything a quickly turned it into something more than a little peck.
"Oliver," I half growled as his one free hand traveled up the back of my shirt.
"Alright, alright," he sigh smiling, "Here's your coffee."
Good thing he forked it over too. It's also a good thing that I actually made it down the breakfast. No, scratch that, it's a miracle, a god send, a wondrous thing, that I made it down to breakfast. Even if Oliver had to make a pit stop. And when I say pit stop, I mean snog stop.Oh, so that's
were you were all yesterday
How are you two so…proper?
What are you talking about?
Well you've only been together forever!
Try four months
Still a record for you Katie.
Normally the relationship would've been down the pipes a month ago.
Well let's just rag on Katie just a little more why don't we?
Ok…why are you always biting your quill?
I don't always bite my quill!
Look at you! You're doing it again
No I'm not.
Well your definitely in denial
Says who?
You-
So I didn't let her finish her sentence, nothing good could've come from it. I know it, you know it, they know it, everybody knows it.
And who cares if I bite my quill every two seconds? And I'm not in denial, just relentlessly stubborn. There's a difference, I swear!
8pm
"Ol', do I always bite my quill?"Oliver craned his neck to look at me, "Yes."
"WHAT?"
Oliver had been sitting on the couch in the common room, reading a book, when I stood at the back of the couch, putting my head next to his, and asked him a simple question. Well, it was suppose to be simple. He was supposed to say no.
"What?" Oliver chuckled at my reaction before returning to his book, "You do."
"Well you didn't have to be so blunt about it," I pointed out, climbing over the back of the couch and sitting cross-legged next to him.
"What did you want me to say?" he asked, leafing through the pages.
"Could've been nicer about it," I said, " you could've said 'only when your working' or 'only when your writing something down' which would be just as true as your blunt answer…just not as blunt."
"It's the truth," he said, continuing to read.
"The truth hurts," I muttered, staring blankly into the empty fireplace as Oliver chuckled. "What are you reading anyway?"
He held up the cover of the book so I could read the title. He was that engrossed with it. Ha! No, but he was. He brow was all furrowed and I think he was actually reading it. Why am I so shocked? I have never seen Oliver reading a real book other than Quidditch Throughout the Ages which he's borrowed from me for the past three years. I know by now that he's never going to give it back so I don't even know why I bother.
"Taking the NEWTS by Hurman Farrifoot who got all eleven NEWTS. " I read aloud. I know, I can read, it's a miracle. "Pfft, sounds like a good read."
"Sarcasm?"
"Oh yeah," I looked at the author's name again, "Hurman Fairrifoot…did you realize his first name practically has the word 'hair' in it and his last name almost is 'fairy foot'? so he's real name might as well be Hairy Fairy-Foot."
Oliver looked at the cover of his book and the author's name before cracking up hysterically.
"Jeez, Ol'," I said with a cocked eyebrow as he buried his head in my shoulder and his body shook with laughter, "It's not THAT funny."
"Yes it is," he rebutted through laughs, looking back up with me, "And only you would come up with that."
"Yeah, I'm one in a million," I said rolling my eyes and smiling crookedly. "I always bite my quills and I come up with weird names. Wow, Merlin really blessed me."
"Well he blessed me," Oliver said.
"Ok, we've been over this," I sighed exasperatedly, "you're a freaking bloody great keeper, I know."
"That's not what I meant," he said. "what I was going to say is that I was lucky enough to be the guy wrapped around your little finger," he corrected me, giving me a peck on the cheek.
"Ah," I said in a somewhat small revelation, "Well aren't you the lucky one-now why didn't you cancel those dawn practices when I asked you too?"
"I'm just as stubborn as you," he said, giving me a wink before turning back to his book.
"Ah-hey!"
May 30, Tuesday, 5:48 and 7 seconds on the dot.
You have got to love how the closer the OWLS are, the more homework our teachers give us. You would think that they would think that we would study. But we don't and maybe they're onto that so they just make up for it with mountains of homework. I seriously think I'm onto something here…
"Katie…I would personally like to know how you come up with these ideas."
"C'mon Ange, it makes perfect sense," I rebutted after classes. Apparently she disagreed with me after I told her about my 'homework conclusion'.
"No it doesn't," Ange disagreed…again as she flopped down on her bed and whipped out a magazine, "Because 'Lic is studying."
"Hey!" 'Lic called from her bed where she was leaning over several books. "Just because I am going to ace these things-"
"Calm down 'Lic," I laughed as her brow began to furrow and I plopped down on my bed, "It's not even like you need to study-you're the smartest one in our grade."
"True…" she mused, liking the way that sounded. "I am the smartest…"
"A flipping Hermione Granger," Ange muttered.
"I don't want to be the smartest anymore."
"Good," I said, "Come join us on the average GPA side of life."
'Lic laughed before getting back to her potion's homework…which I still have yet to start, yeah, I should probably get on that…
10 pm
"Remind me why you wait for the last second to get things done?""Oliver, please, I'm begging you here," I moaned, sitting on the couch next to him where he was reading that NEWTS book two hours after dinner. I was currently begging him to get him to help me with my potions crap (yes it IS crap) with his robes in my fist as he tried to act invincible to my persuasive ways.
"I dunno Kat…"
"Fine," I said, standing up and walking towards the portrait hole, "see if I'll snog you anymore-"
"I was kidding!" he said, standing up as well. "Go get your potions stuff."
"Well if you want to be all demanding about it," I said in a mock-gruff voice as I went and got my potions stuff-I mean crap.
"So, is it that big of a deal if I just refuse to take this OWL?" I asked an hour later in the library. "I mean, it's not like I'm going to pass it anyway."
Oliver chuckled from next to me and slipped a hand around my waist while the other scribbled some stuff on the parchment in front of me.
"Yes, you have to take it," Oliver smiled crookedly. "Or else you won't get the credits."
"I'm not going to get the credits anyway," I sighed, "I was doomed to fail this test after the first minute I spent in that dungeon. Snape practically spelled it out for me when he said I was the bane of existence, a prime example of a failing potions student when I couldn't tell him the distinct differences from wolfsbane and bane of wolf." I sighed again, "idiot was right."
"Don't be all melancholy," Oliver demanded, still scribbling away, "You haven't failed it yet."
"Yeah, but even Treawlney predicted it…"
"Well then you know it's not going to happen."
"I love you," I laughed as I gave him a hug around his waist before glancing at the parchment in front of me, "What are you writing anyway?"
"A list of legal cheats."
"Why does that sound illegal?"
"It's not," he assured me, "It's just simple things like sugar will thicken and stuff like that."
I stared at him, "And why didn't you tell me this like-oh, I dunno-8 months ago?"
"You mean I didn't?" he asked, looking all sympathetic as he scratched the back of his head, "Well I meant to," I just cocked an eyebrow at him, "Isn't it the thought that counts?"
I smiled a bit before looking back at the laundry list of legal cheats, "This is great and all but it's not getting my homework done."
"Well if you want to be all demanding about it…" he imitated me, smiling slyly as he planted a kiss on the side of my neck as I took out my homework.
"Oliver," I said, trying to concentrate on the homework in front of me and not the fact that he was placing kisses all along my neck line. "Oliver…Oliver Wood…Oliver Alban Wood-"
"-Katherine Ann Bell," he murmured against my skin.
"You know I'm never going to get any of this done with you doing that."
He laughed before he sat back up, slipping his hands back around my waist and placing me in his lap, "I know."
"Oh, so you know this isn't helping either?" I asked as his hand ran up and down my thigh.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, stopped what he was doing and putting his arm back around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. "That's wrong."
"What?" I asked, looking back at my work, "No it's not."
"Yes it is," he persisted, "The answer's bane of wolf, not wolfbane."
"Oh," I said, crossing out my answer, "That was my next guess anyway."
"Mmm-Hmm," he said, still resting his chin on my shoulder, no doubt looking over my work, "And number 32 is wrong too," he said, pointing to it, "It's a goat's gallbladder, not a sheep's gallbladder that's a universal poison remedy."
"I knew that one too," I said, changing my answer.
"I. Hate. Potions." I muttered under my breath around 9:30 as we finally left the library, finally done trying to get me to understand potions. "I can personally say that was a big waste of time considering the fact that I still don't get half of it."
"Well at least you get the other half," Oliver said brightly, slipping his hand back around my waist. He was also carrying my bag much to my protests.
"It's not that big of a deal, Quidditch boy," I said angrily, "first years know more than me about potions."
"Quidditch boy?" Oliver repeated, and then in a lower voice added, "I think I like that."
"The next word out of your mouth better not be spoon," I threatened, catching the suggestiveness in his voice and rolling my eyes.
"Spoon."
"Oliver!" I said, punching him lightly in the shoulder.
"Admit it," he said in the same voice, "You can't resist me."
"Oh, I think I can," I said, stubbornly, smirking a bit.
"I dunno," Oliver said, pushing me up against the wall. Somehow he had subtly guided me over there without me noticing. I really have got to get that slow motion machine…mental note: watch out for Oliver's subtleness. He rested his forehead against mine, "I don't think you could manage."
"No, no," I said as he dropped my bag on the floor next to him and put his hands on my hips, "I'm pretty sure I could manage."
"You're going to die next year without me," he teased as his right hand found it's way underneath my shirt and on my lower back where he started to trace all these different patterns.
"Since when did you get more persuasive than me?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow as my hands traveled up towards his shoulders.
"Guess you rubbed off on me."
"Yeah, I tend to do that a lot…" I mused before he captured my lips in his.
I kinda forgot that we were just randomly standing in the middle of a hallway, only partially hidden by the knight of armor and snog each other senseless. You see, he started tracing designs on my lower back and it was driving me up the wall insane. I sifted my hand through his hair and pulled him down on me even more which was a damn big feat considering the fact that he was already pushed flush up against me. Eventually his hand left my back and started to run up and down the side of my leg.
"Ok, I get it," I breathed, "I need to shave."
Oliver laughed against my lips as I made yet another mental note to shave at the first opportunity. Ok, so I've been slacking off in that department, I'm sorry I have some subtle. Ok? I'm sorry.
"Oh, lookie what we got here," a voice cackled above us. "Two Quidditch losers playing tonsil hockey. How romantic."
We instantly broke apart, expecting to see Filch or somebody else. But it was only Peeves.
"Go away Peeves," Oliver said demandingly.
"Sorry, but I'm not on your team, am I?" Peeves cackled, "I don't play no Quidditch so you can't boss me around-AHAHAHA!"
Oliver gave him a gruff look before picking up my bag, grabbing my wrist and pulling me along the corridor.
"So, uh, yeah," I said, scratching the back of my neck as we stopped in front of the Fat Lady, "That was a top notch study session."
Oliver smiled at me before the Fat Lady started screaming at us to just say the password so she could just let us in and she could live in peace or something of the other. By the time we were actually back in the common room it was around ten an none of our friends were milling about. At the base of my staircase Oliver gave me a good night kiss-actually it was a great night kiss (Yeah, I know, get my head out of the gutter, I'm on it.) before I trodded up the stairs, still on cloud nine.
"Katie, there you are!" Ange said, hugging me the second I was inside the door.
"Jeez," I said, giving her a small hug back, rather confused on what was going on "I was only gone for a couple of hours."
"'Lic had a fight with George," Ange said quickly, unwrapping her arms from me but now holding my shoulders in a death grip. "She's been bawling her eyes out and screaming for the last hour. So basically I just pushed her into a bubble bath with some of that emergency chocolate of yours."
"I was only gone for a couple of hours!" I repeated, shocked to find out that my all time favorite couple had a fight and one of my best friends was bawling her eyes out and no doubt spilling half of that chocolate into a bubbly abyss. "Can I not leave at all these days?"
Ange smiled apologetically as she loosened her grip on my shoulders and I sighed. It was going to be a long night of chocolate and tears…
Ok, I am a terrible person, I know. I should've updated ages ago but I'm a bad person and I didn't. I know, I get it. but at least it wasn't short! and the aussie stuff was for you lady arre-yeah, thought you would like that...i dunno but-
I have no idea where I'm going to go with that last part but I need something to get me past this tremendous writer's block and a twist that I can fix within a chapter or two sounded like a pretty damn good idea. I con go all over the map with this one. So yeah. I promise promise promise promise I will get the next chapter up sooner. SO SORRY AGAIN AND I SWEAR LADY PUP YOU WILL GET THAT REVIEW!