"Bring your own beverage"
Oliver Wood has changed. He is no longer the sweet innocent Scottie that we all grew to love. Here, Oliver has faced more than one hardships. Watch him as he struggles loosing battles with his mother, his best mate and the love of his life. Will anyone be able to help him? Warning for use of drugs, mild swearing and adult content.
Disclaimer: The idea of the main characters parents were a creation of Hovizi and Oliver Wood, Katie Bell and all other Harry Potter characters and plots belong to J.K. Rowling and unfortunately… not me.
A/N: This chapter is officially dedicated to… Drew. And his crazy antics that he simply loves telling me about. But, it really has nothing to do with him. At least, I think so. I hope so. Okay, I'm done.
You
owe me BIG for this... Well, let's see. Oliver and Katie talk and... he
still has no freaking clue about his life... do you? Tear...
My heart seemed to stop as I stared at the heartbroken face in front of me. I tried to speak but no words were being allowed out. My world seemed to collapse around me. Somewhere in the distance, a large grandfather clock tolled, declaring the mark of the hour by four even strokes.
I opened my mouth to whisper the one person that was unattainable to me and opened my eyes to stare into the cold, heartless eyes that stared back at me.
Katie.
My Katie was hurt and here I was just staring at her… don't let her get away, I thought to myself, before—
"Katie?" my voice came through crisp but crude. It rang through the silence and the eyes became watered. She looked away and I grew immediately tense. My voice immediately became urgent. "Katie!"
She looked at me and tears began spiraling from her delicate eyes. What had happened to hurt my precious Katie so much?
"Katie, what's wrong? Did something happen to you? Are you okay?" I said, but I wasn't listening. All I could hear was the tears falling down Katie's cheek. At this point, Katie tried to move away from me, and here was when I realized how horrible of a friend I had been to Katie. Regardless, I should have been supporting her and Roger's relationship and not go off snogging some bimbo, perhaps trying to make her mad.
"Listen," I said, guilt immediately residing in my heart. "I'm sorry, Kates. I'm sorry for everything that I've done to you. I haven't been very supportive. I—I know that I've been deserting you and I feel bad, Kates, I really do… I mean. I'm a jackass. I don't even expect you to forgive me or anything, but I just want you to know… you to know that I do care for you and that I do want the best for you. Because… well, you're my Kates. And… well. I can blame that on anything I want to: my mother, father, Dreyus, the things I do away from school, Quidditch, but hell—there's no excuse to do this to you, Kates, and that's that. So… If you don't mind, I'd like to know why you are sad."
And for the first time in my life, I was genuine, open and honest. I had never been that with anyone, even Katie, and it felt such a relief to have this huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Now, I prayed, I just wanted Katie back.
Without any warning, I found myself hugging Katie extremely tight. She was openly crying now and I was trying to comfort her.
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Can't you see that
you're smothering me
Holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
Cause everything
that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart
right in front of you
(Caught in the
undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I
take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the
undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I
waste is more than I can take
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The next week went by in a blur. There was the big Quidditch match this weekend, the first of the season against Ravenclaw, and I only wanted to believe that we were ready for it. Sure, I was a little bit distracted the whole entire week, but that didn't stop our practices to be harder than hell.
During the whole time, the whole school seemed to buzz with the thrill and pure excitement for this upcoming match. And don't get me wrong, I was excited too. However, things just tended to get in the way at the wrong time and I found myself being far too busy than I pleased. I continually and successfully ignored Alix and hadn't so much as acknowledged her presence. I wasn't sure how I was going to break it to her, but I knew that I couldn't wait for that time. I could tell she was confused when I would turn down back the corridor when she was there, but that was her just being stupid. The lingering thought that Katie hadn't been entirely honest was in the back of my mind, but I knew that Katie would never do anything like that to me.
"Roger cheated on me."
It was short and simply but I wanted to kill myself over it. Hot rage uncurled itself in my stomach and it took all the self-control I could possible possess not to march out the common room this instant and strangle him. My throat was dry and Katie was crying even harder, but I didn't know what to say.
After a small lapse of silence, save for Katie's tears, I forced myself into talking. "With who?"
It came out cracked and more hurtful than I wanted it to be; my Katie was in pain.
Her tears came out more plentiful and its abundance was overpower. I was at a loss of what to do, knowing, with my supergenius common sense, that killing Roger right now probably wouldn't be the best way to win over Katie.
Wait.
I
wanted to win over Katie?
Of course I—wait…
"What is it?" Katie looked as if she wanted to say something I knew that she was holding something important from me. My rage returned but was shortly followed by a tight, knot in my stomach, mixing around with the butterflies. What was she going to say? Was it Alicia or Angelina? I hope they wouldn't do that to my Kates or they'll pay.
Spit it out, Kates.
"What is it?" I whispered. She turned her face from me and found interest in several other parts of the room
Come on, Kates. Just tell me. You can tell me anything..
"Why is your hair wet?"
I suppose I didn't response as immediately as I would have, save for the fact that that shocked me.
… What?
"Eh?"
She looked ashamed for a few moments but realized that she was currently wining.
"Your hair… it's wet at four in the morning," she stated plainly, as if it were as light as day.
I touched it delicately to find that it was, in fact, almost nearly sopping wet. I racked my brain to find some probably reason as to why it was wet but nothing came to mind. The only thoughts that I could think of was, for some reason, a picture of myself looking desperately up to the surface of a deep blue lake, looking into the eyes of something who I knew so familiar but had no idea who it was. I shook it off. What, did I drown or something?
My mind was working quickly. Honestly, it wouldn't have been good to tell her than I didn't know and perhaps I drowned in the lake.
Think… think.
Er, I went for a dip? No… it's not raining.
"I just took a late shower," I said suavely. Well, at least I hope it was.
She looked at me quizzically. Do people usually not take four AM showers?
"Well, you just took one now?" she asked.
What's with the twenty questions?
"I…" Oh, shite.
Think, where the hell is my brain?
"No, of course not," I responded, starting to feel a little on edge.
"Well, where'd you come from?"
Okay, so I was a little pissed. Not entirely for her asking me so many questions and not because I was lying to her, but instead because I didn't know what the truth was. I honestly couldn't tell her that I didn't know. That was only said by stupid people with no brain.
The library? No way in hell will she believe that. Er, outside? No… oh!
"The kitchens!" I was proud of myself. "I… took a shower, like, half an hour ago or so, and then had a mid, er, morning snack and went to the kitchens."
Big sigh now.
Wait.
"Wait, Katie," I said suddenly aggressively. "You're avoiding my question. Who did Roger cheat on?"
My eyes burned into those beautiful puffy thinks that belong to Katie. Answer me, dammit!
She whispered something but I didn't hear it. I gave her a look. "It was… Alix…"
My world seemed to stop for a few seconds there as I realized that everything I had believed in had gone down the drain. I froze. My blood was turning cold and I was finding it hard to breathe.
Alix? With Roger? My Alix?
Rage. Anger. Livid. Fuming.
I couldn't live with myself.
A new emotion.
Lust.
I found myself grasping on to Katie as tight as I possibly could. We had both been betrayed, even by ourselves, and we needed to comfort each other. Katie was all that I had left and I don't think that I could have ever lived with out.
I didn't realized that I had been crying but I was sure as hell glad that it was in front of Katie. I was almost crying out of relief, giving me a reason to slap that bitch I once touched.
"I'm sorry, Kates," I whispered, my cracked voice broken.
"For what?"
"I… I was with that… that slut," I said harshly. "I should never have deserted you and I should have supported you and Roger. But… we're done with them now. They can have each other as long as they want. But all I know, Katie, is that I don't want Alix anymore. Instead, I want you."
I stopped, shocked that I just said it. I was pleased, though. It was about time that she had found out. We both had stopped crying and were staring at each other with a burning passion I didn't know that we possessed in that emotion
And that was when I realized….
I wanted to be with Katie for as long as I live.
Katie had decided to take a break. Also, not to my liking, but I had to follow the girl, right? In the meantime, I had tried to pay attention to Quidditch but it was impossible with Katie on my time. Angelina and George had finally decided to get together ("Holy fricken, bloody mother of Merlin! FINALLY!") and were more annoying then ever, especially during Quidditch. I had started to notice more often than not that Katie had grown more distant, but unfortunately, I couldn't do anything about it.
I had yet to figure out why my hair had been wet that one night and what had happened there. I was almost about to give up when I had had a dream. It was the same as that clip I had had when I spoke with Katie and it kept repeating. It was simply I floating in some deep blue water, staring forlornly at the same gaunt face with lonely eyes. He wouldn't reach down to get me but I wouldn't move. I kept drowning but remained alive. It was soundless and confusing. Every morning, I would wake up and have to pee like a mother, but I had gotten used to it by now.
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I stared at the Gryffindor banner hanging in front of me.
This was it. The big bang of the year. We were starting off and I was so excited that I was about ready to jump out of my pants. The crowd was roaring and I couldn't hear a thing, just the way I like it. I heard Lee announce our names.
Ahh, Quidditch.
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A/N:
Was that long
enough? I'll post it now :D I just did 17! YOU SHOULD LOVE ME! Because
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