A/N: Another chapter, another, well, ANYWAY. THREE reviews! Score one for the, the, well, I don't know, just score! I'm hoping more people will read this and review and such, because I admire those people who have reviews in the 300's. I want to be one of them!
Disclaimer: Nothing has changed since the last chapter, and the one before. I don't own it!
"Ugh, what time is it?" I asked groggily, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
"Time to get up," she said, getting off my bed. "I made a special breakfast for the occasion."
I got out of bed, and pulled the covers back on my bed. I sure did turn a lot when I slept. Looking in the mirror, I could tell I needed some serious grooming. I sighed and trudged to the kitchen. Alicia made scrambled eggs with toast and bacon. Suddenly I felt the monster that is my stomach growl. I sat down at the table and looked at the ceiling to the heavens. "Please," I thought, "please let today go well." After my little prayer, I started shoveling down food.
"Whoa!" Alicia said. "Slow down!"
"'Orry," I said through a mouthful of toast, "'M 'ungry!" I finished the whole plate in five minutes, leaving my stomach satisfied. "Are you done in the bathroom? I have to get ready for work."
"Yeah, I am," she said. "feel free to take as long as you want."
"Why are you being so nice today? You never cook breakfast and you take forever in the bathroom." I walked over and put a hand on her forehead. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
She laughed. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine. I just want you to feel good all day so you'll feel good tonight." She said, smiling.
"Whatever." I quickly took a shower and freshened up. I went into my bedroom and searched my closet for a halfway decent outfit. Normally I wore T-shirts and comfy pants, but not today! Finally (at the back of my closet) I found a fitted black shirt and jeans. I got dressed and found Alicia in the hallway.
"Well? Does this look good?" I asked her.
Alicia just had a happy grin on her face. "Katie, I've never seen you look more like a girl. You look fantastic!"
I returned the smile and found my way to the living room. My backpack was sitting in the same spot it was last night, and I threw it onto my shoulder. "Alicia! I'm leaving!"
She rushed out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth. "Goo' 'uck!" she said, waving goodbye. I apparated and appeared in front of the store. Jackson wasn't here yet, that's not a good sign. It probably meant he found a girl last night and, well, you know. I couldn't unlock the store, only Jackson had that power, some kind of spell he placed on it.
Jackson appeared behind me, his hair tousled and his clothes looked like they had been thrown on without care. "Sorry, have you been waiting long?" Time for a little fun.
"Yes, Jackson. I've been here a good fifteen minutes. Where have you been?"
"Have you really? I mean, you of all people wouldn't be here early-"
"Jackson, I just barely got here," I took him by the shoulders and shook him, "It was a joke, man! A joke!" I released his shoulders. "But where were you?"
Jackson laughed and used his wand to unlock the store. We stepped inside and he said, "Well, we ran into my sister last night, and she was there with a bunch of girlfriends. They were celebrating her engagement," He said.
"Oh, next time you see her, tell her I said 'Congratulations.'" I said. Wondering who the lucky man was. Sophie was a good girl, a lot of fun.
"I will. Anyway," he continued, taking the money I had taken from my backpack and putting it in the register, "She went a little overboard, which ruined my night because I was supposed to be getting a girl. She got stark drunk, and it's hilarious when she does, but I had to take her home at the end of the night, and I couldn't just leave her there, so I had to spend the night."
I started laughing. "I'm sorry you didn't have the chance to pick up anyone."
"Yeah," he sighed, "me too." We both started laughing and started setting up the store for the day. "Where did all of the boxes go?" Jackson asked, looking around.
"Honestly. They're not there, so they must be...." I said, hoping he'd catch on and finish my sentence.
"In the," he paused to think, "back?"
"Good boy." I said, sitting behind the register. It had been ten minutes before I realized I hadn't been thinking about Oliver. Well, brain, free times over. Back to Oliver!
Jackson came back out carrying two boxes. He placed them down and walked over to the counter. A weird look took over his face as he looked me up and down. "Katie, you look different."
"Oh really?" I said, pretending not to notice. "How so?" I continued shuffling through the catalogs on the counter.
"You look, nice." That stopped me in my tracks. I looked up and smiled at Jackson, who was sitting on the floor next to a few boxes.
"Really? You think so?" He looked up at me and smiled.
"Yeah, I really think so." Wow, Jackson said something nice to me. This was going to be a great day.
"Oh, that reminds me," I said, looking at Jackson. "I have to leave early."
He looked up with a shocked look. "What? Why?"
"Well if you must know," I said, flipping through pages of the catalogs, "I'm going out with Oliver Wood."
"Like on a date? That would be so cool. You with a famous-"
"I know that would be cool, but its only to catch up. I haven't seen him in so long." I started reminiscing. "I remember when we used to play Quidditch-"
"Sorry to interrupt," Jackson said, standing up, "but once you start, you won't stop."
I laughed. He was right. You couldn't stop me. But no one could stop me in my head. I started thinking about the time when we won the Quidditch house cup. It was amazing! I've never seen Oliver so happy before! So happy in fact, he kissed me. Not a long one, just a peck. But it was awkward for me because I had a huge crush on him. If I really paid attention, I could still feel the tingle of his lips on mine. Thoughts like these kept dancing in my head all day until 4:45 arrived. I looked at the clock on the wall behind me. Oh yay! The time has come (The walrus said)!
Hurriedly, I looked at the address Oliver gave to me and I wrote it on my hand so I wouldn't forget. I got up, threw my backpack on, and told Jackson I was leaving. "Have fun! And tell Oliver I said 'Hi'!" He yelled behind me. I walked out into the sun and walked down the street. When I reached a safe spot, I pulled my wand out of my backpack (as well as a couple of Sickles) and held out my wand. The Knight Bus appeared nearly knocking me over and I climbed on. I handed Stan the Sickles.
"'Choo didn' 'orget!" he laughed.
I smiled and looked at my hand where I had written earlier and read, "76 Butternut Road, Bellingham."
Stan nodded and the bus took off. I took a seat and tried to stop biting my nails. I was just so nervous! Bumps, jumps, and a few bruises later, we arrived at Oliver's house. I thanked Stan and hopped off the bus. With a loud "BANG" it disappeared, leaving me, and the house of Oliver.
It wasn't what I expected. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. I walked up the steps to his door and extended a finger to ring the doorbell. "Come on, Katie." I thought to myself. I pushed the doorbell and a couple of seconds later, Oliver opened the door, wearing nothing but a towel.
"Sorry," he said in that cute little accent of his, "I just got out of the shower, come on in." I had to restrain my jaw from dropping. He was so handsome! Tanned, muscular, and just plain hot!
"Er...I like your house." I said, looking around. It was a clean house, very unlike previous boyfriends. Pictures lined his mantle. They were mainly pictures of the team, his parents, and one girl I had never seen. She looked very familiar though. Was it his sister? God I hope so.
"Thanks," he said from upstairs, "it was actually a gift from my uncle."
"Was it really?" I said, very surprised.
"Yeah, he won the Wizard Lottery."
"Well, that was certainly very nice of him." I said, examining the moving pictures.
Oliver came back downstairs, dressed in khakis and a dark red polo shirt. His hair was still wet and mussed around. Get a grip on yourself Katie. Don't faint! "Ready to go?" He asked.
"Yeah. Lets go." We apparated to Mario's and stepped inside. The waiter had a mustache that was curled at the ends and had a very Italian accent. He seated us and handed out the menus.
"May I get you something to drink?" He asked.
I opened my mouth to say "water" but Oliver beat me to it. "Chardonnay?" The waiter nodded and left.
"So," I said, trying to break the silence, "anything new since yesterday?"
"Not really." He said from behind the menu. "What about you?"
"Literally nothing." I responded. I was trying my hardest to keep my eyes on the menu, but with Oliver right across from me, well, you understand. "Have you had the pasta?" I asked.
"Which one?"
Oh, right. There is always more than one type of pasta in an Italian restaurant. "Um...any kind?"
Oliver laughed. "Yeah, I have, its good. You should try the Chicken Parmesan. You'd like it."
So that's what I ordered when the waiter returned with the fine wine. Oliver ordered the Fara Diavolo. I tasted some and it was delicious. We talked all through dinner. About Hogwarts mostly, and how much we missed it. I decided it was time to make a move. Oh boy. I slowly moved the subject to dating and such. He told me that he didn't have time for a girlfriend when he was on tour.
"So, now that the season is over, do you have one? A girlfriend I mean?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I do. I'm actually engaged to her."
"You're WHAT?" I asked, not believing a word he said.
"Engaged, Katie." He said with a smile on his face.
This wasn't good. I took a long drink from my glass of wine and sat back. Engaged. I knew Oliver was too good to be true. But did he have to be engaged?
A/N: End of chapter. That was a long one, I think. Hee hee! Um, I'd like to thank my reviewers, MysteryGirl3232, Ash-Carroll-a.k.a. OlliKat, pokElilpupE, and MarinK. You guys have been supportive! I've decided to put this in the Ron/Hermione section, because how are people going to see it?!
Well, as I was typing this chapter, I was starting to think that you maybe saw it coming. Oh well, what can you do?
And pretty pretty PLEASE tell your friends! Tell all to come and read this magnificent story! Lol!
Next Chapter- Parties, familiar faces, and surprises galore! Maybe not galore, just keeping you on the edge of your seats.
Disclaimer: Nothing has changed since the last chapter, and the one before. I don't own it!
"Ugh, what time is it?" I asked groggily, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
"Time to get up," she said, getting off my bed. "I made a special breakfast for the occasion."
I got out of bed, and pulled the covers back on my bed. I sure did turn a lot when I slept. Looking in the mirror, I could tell I needed some serious grooming. I sighed and trudged to the kitchen. Alicia made scrambled eggs with toast and bacon. Suddenly I felt the monster that is my stomach growl. I sat down at the table and looked at the ceiling to the heavens. "Please," I thought, "please let today go well." After my little prayer, I started shoveling down food.
"Whoa!" Alicia said. "Slow down!"
"'Orry," I said through a mouthful of toast, "'M 'ungry!" I finished the whole plate in five minutes, leaving my stomach satisfied. "Are you done in the bathroom? I have to get ready for work."
"Yeah, I am," she said. "feel free to take as long as you want."
"Why are you being so nice today? You never cook breakfast and you take forever in the bathroom." I walked over and put a hand on her forehead. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
She laughed. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine. I just want you to feel good all day so you'll feel good tonight." She said, smiling.
"Whatever." I quickly took a shower and freshened up. I went into my bedroom and searched my closet for a halfway decent outfit. Normally I wore T-shirts and comfy pants, but not today! Finally (at the back of my closet) I found a fitted black shirt and jeans. I got dressed and found Alicia in the hallway.
"Well? Does this look good?" I asked her.
Alicia just had a happy grin on her face. "Katie, I've never seen you look more like a girl. You look fantastic!"
I returned the smile and found my way to the living room. My backpack was sitting in the same spot it was last night, and I threw it onto my shoulder. "Alicia! I'm leaving!"
She rushed out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth. "Goo' 'uck!" she said, waving goodbye. I apparated and appeared in front of the store. Jackson wasn't here yet, that's not a good sign. It probably meant he found a girl last night and, well, you know. I couldn't unlock the store, only Jackson had that power, some kind of spell he placed on it.
Jackson appeared behind me, his hair tousled and his clothes looked like they had been thrown on without care. "Sorry, have you been waiting long?" Time for a little fun.
"Yes, Jackson. I've been here a good fifteen minutes. Where have you been?"
"Have you really? I mean, you of all people wouldn't be here early-"
"Jackson, I just barely got here," I took him by the shoulders and shook him, "It was a joke, man! A joke!" I released his shoulders. "But where were you?"
Jackson laughed and used his wand to unlock the store. We stepped inside and he said, "Well, we ran into my sister last night, and she was there with a bunch of girlfriends. They were celebrating her engagement," He said.
"Oh, next time you see her, tell her I said 'Congratulations.'" I said. Wondering who the lucky man was. Sophie was a good girl, a lot of fun.
"I will. Anyway," he continued, taking the money I had taken from my backpack and putting it in the register, "She went a little overboard, which ruined my night because I was supposed to be getting a girl. She got stark drunk, and it's hilarious when she does, but I had to take her home at the end of the night, and I couldn't just leave her there, so I had to spend the night."
I started laughing. "I'm sorry you didn't have the chance to pick up anyone."
"Yeah," he sighed, "me too." We both started laughing and started setting up the store for the day. "Where did all of the boxes go?" Jackson asked, looking around.
"Honestly. They're not there, so they must be...." I said, hoping he'd catch on and finish my sentence.
"In the," he paused to think, "back?"
"Good boy." I said, sitting behind the register. It had been ten minutes before I realized I hadn't been thinking about Oliver. Well, brain, free times over. Back to Oliver!
Jackson came back out carrying two boxes. He placed them down and walked over to the counter. A weird look took over his face as he looked me up and down. "Katie, you look different."
"Oh really?" I said, pretending not to notice. "How so?" I continued shuffling through the catalogs on the counter.
"You look, nice." That stopped me in my tracks. I looked up and smiled at Jackson, who was sitting on the floor next to a few boxes.
"Really? You think so?" He looked up at me and smiled.
"Yeah, I really think so." Wow, Jackson said something nice to me. This was going to be a great day.
"Oh, that reminds me," I said, looking at Jackson. "I have to leave early."
He looked up with a shocked look. "What? Why?"
"Well if you must know," I said, flipping through pages of the catalogs, "I'm going out with Oliver Wood."
"Like on a date? That would be so cool. You with a famous-"
"I know that would be cool, but its only to catch up. I haven't seen him in so long." I started reminiscing. "I remember when we used to play Quidditch-"
"Sorry to interrupt," Jackson said, standing up, "but once you start, you won't stop."
I laughed. He was right. You couldn't stop me. But no one could stop me in my head. I started thinking about the time when we won the Quidditch house cup. It was amazing! I've never seen Oliver so happy before! So happy in fact, he kissed me. Not a long one, just a peck. But it was awkward for me because I had a huge crush on him. If I really paid attention, I could still feel the tingle of his lips on mine. Thoughts like these kept dancing in my head all day until 4:45 arrived. I looked at the clock on the wall behind me. Oh yay! The time has come (The walrus said)!
Hurriedly, I looked at the address Oliver gave to me and I wrote it on my hand so I wouldn't forget. I got up, threw my backpack on, and told Jackson I was leaving. "Have fun! And tell Oliver I said 'Hi'!" He yelled behind me. I walked out into the sun and walked down the street. When I reached a safe spot, I pulled my wand out of my backpack (as well as a couple of Sickles) and held out my wand. The Knight Bus appeared nearly knocking me over and I climbed on. I handed Stan the Sickles.
"'Choo didn' 'orget!" he laughed.
I smiled and looked at my hand where I had written earlier and read, "76 Butternut Road, Bellingham."
Stan nodded and the bus took off. I took a seat and tried to stop biting my nails. I was just so nervous! Bumps, jumps, and a few bruises later, we arrived at Oliver's house. I thanked Stan and hopped off the bus. With a loud "BANG" it disappeared, leaving me, and the house of Oliver.
It wasn't what I expected. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. I walked up the steps to his door and extended a finger to ring the doorbell. "Come on, Katie." I thought to myself. I pushed the doorbell and a couple of seconds later, Oliver opened the door, wearing nothing but a towel.
"Sorry," he said in that cute little accent of his, "I just got out of the shower, come on in." I had to restrain my jaw from dropping. He was so handsome! Tanned, muscular, and just plain hot!
"Er...I like your house." I said, looking around. It was a clean house, very unlike previous boyfriends. Pictures lined his mantle. They were mainly pictures of the team, his parents, and one girl I had never seen. She looked very familiar though. Was it his sister? God I hope so.
"Thanks," he said from upstairs, "it was actually a gift from my uncle."
"Was it really?" I said, very surprised.
"Yeah, he won the Wizard Lottery."
"Well, that was certainly very nice of him." I said, examining the moving pictures.
Oliver came back downstairs, dressed in khakis and a dark red polo shirt. His hair was still wet and mussed around. Get a grip on yourself Katie. Don't faint! "Ready to go?" He asked.
"Yeah. Lets go." We apparated to Mario's and stepped inside. The waiter had a mustache that was curled at the ends and had a very Italian accent. He seated us and handed out the menus.
"May I get you something to drink?" He asked.
I opened my mouth to say "water" but Oliver beat me to it. "Chardonnay?" The waiter nodded and left.
"So," I said, trying to break the silence, "anything new since yesterday?"
"Not really." He said from behind the menu. "What about you?"
"Literally nothing." I responded. I was trying my hardest to keep my eyes on the menu, but with Oliver right across from me, well, you understand. "Have you had the pasta?" I asked.
"Which one?"
Oh, right. There is always more than one type of pasta in an Italian restaurant. "Um...any kind?"
Oliver laughed. "Yeah, I have, its good. You should try the Chicken Parmesan. You'd like it."
So that's what I ordered when the waiter returned with the fine wine. Oliver ordered the Fara Diavolo. I tasted some and it was delicious. We talked all through dinner. About Hogwarts mostly, and how much we missed it. I decided it was time to make a move. Oh boy. I slowly moved the subject to dating and such. He told me that he didn't have time for a girlfriend when he was on tour.
"So, now that the season is over, do you have one? A girlfriend I mean?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I do. I'm actually engaged to her."
"You're WHAT?" I asked, not believing a word he said.
"Engaged, Katie." He said with a smile on his face.
This wasn't good. I took a long drink from my glass of wine and sat back. Engaged. I knew Oliver was too good to be true. But did he have to be engaged?
A/N: End of chapter. That was a long one, I think. Hee hee! Um, I'd like to thank my reviewers, MysteryGirl3232, Ash-Carroll-a.k.a. OlliKat, pokElilpupE, and MarinK. You guys have been supportive! I've decided to put this in the Ron/Hermione section, because how are people going to see it?!
Well, as I was typing this chapter, I was starting to think that you maybe saw it coming. Oh well, what can you do?
And pretty pretty PLEASE tell your friends! Tell all to come and read this magnificent story! Lol!
Next Chapter- Parties, familiar faces, and surprises galore! Maybe not galore, just keeping you on the edge of your seats.
