A/N: Remember me? I hope so. I cannot apologize enough for the long wait. My muse and my computer both decided to abandon me simultaneously. I hate to admit it, but I was seriously considering removing this story. As much as I love Oliver, I've kinda lost my passion for this story. I'm gonna do a few more chapters and see how it goes. Let us cross our fingers. Warning, this is going to be a short chapter. But the next one will make up for it. : )

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Fighting Dirty

"Katie what did you do?" George whined at practice a few days later.

"Nothing more than I said I was going to do. This is not my fault!" I exclaimed, stamping my foot. Childish, I know, but so what?

Ever since that day in the locker room, Oliver seemed intent on killing the lot of us. Practices were doubled, a curfew had been imposed, and Oliver had even threatened bed checks. It was like he had some sort of insane desire to run us into the ground.

Or rather, run me into the ground. Doing it to the others was probably just to make it seem less noticeable.

When practice entered it's third hour, Alicia started complaining that she had to study for a Charms exam the next day. But Oliver refused to relent. Instead he worked us even harder.

Now I know Slytherin is hard to beat, they cheat. But us being unable to move certainly wasn't going to help us win. Alicia looked like she was about to cry. That was when I decided that enough was enough. I touched down to the ground and began walking towards the locker room.

"Bell!" Oliver yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to take a shower." I replied without ever turning around.

"And who said you could do that?" by this point Oliver had flown down and stopped his broom right in front of me.

I stepped around him. "I did."

He grabbed my arm. "Practice isn't over. If you leave, you're off the team."

"Fine."

His face darkened. "I'm serious Katie."

"So am I. I didn't sign up for four hour practices seven days a week in the rain and mud. It's insane." I told him and jerked my arm out of his grasp.

"Don't do this Katie." he whispered softly.

I felt my resolve start to crumble. Damn those big brown eyes. They had always held that power over me.

But not anymore.

"Oliver, if you don't let us go now-I quit."

"No."

I'm sure I heard the word, but I couldn't seem to process it. Was he serious? Judging by the sad, angry look on his face he was dead serious.

I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. "Fine." I spat. Then with all the strength I could muster I shoved Oliver as hard as I could. He flew off his broom and landed in a heap in a mud puddle.

A loud snort from behind drew my attention. I spun around to see that the rest of the team had touched down to listen in. Now they were all trying, unsuccessfully, to keep straight faces.

I looked down at he shocked expression on Oliver's face and that was it. I lost it.

I laughed so hard I had to sit down. And soon everyone but Oliver joined me. But all the laughter stopped when a large glob of mud hit me square in the face.

My mouth dropped open. He did not just do that!

"Oh, you are so going to pay for that." I yelled as I hurled my own mud ball at him.

Ever had a mud fight between two people when there are seven present? Yeah, that's because it doesn't happen. The entire team stumbled into the showers half an hour later completely covered head to toe in mud.

"Am I still off the team?" I asked Oliver.

He turned to me. "Only if you really want to be."

I grinned. "I don't. But I do want to know why you've been pushing us so hard. It wouldn't have anything to do with me would it."

Oliver went rigid. He muttered something incoherently and sprinted off to the showers.

Does he honestly think that that is going to deter me? I don't think so.

A/N: Well, any good? Not much action I know. See above note for explanation. Let me know if I should go on or just call it quits and move on. Later.