Chapter 1: My Predicament.
Oh dear god. It's just hit me. And no, it isn't a bludger, or a Quidditch player, for that matter. No. No, this was much, much scarier. This is much worse than being put in the hospital wing for a week from severe bruising. I've just realised I like my best friend. And not just like in the 'oh, I like you; you're my best friend' way. The stronger, more intense way. I like her. Oh dear god. In the middle of a match! I'm just hovering in front of the hoops, and it hits me. Like a ruddy cannon ball. Imagine one of those hit you in the stomach, then you'll get my shock. Because if you were hit with a cannon ball, you'd be shocked, wouldn't you? Oh yeah, then you'd most likely die. But that's besides the point. You'd be shocked, and we'll leave the dying part out, shall we? Because I don't think I'll die … hopefully.
Katie. Katie Bell. The one who has suddenly taken my attention away from my favourite game. Yep. That's her. So beautiful, that I think she should be illegal. Well, to me she is illegal. Off-limits. I am so not going there. As if she'd like me anyway. I mean, yeah, she likes me, but not likes me. God, I sound like such a girl … or someone from an American soap-opera. You know the ones. All the characters are all over-dramatic and girlish. I was made to watch some when I was visiting my muggle ex-girlfriend over the summer.
Well, that relationship was a disaster. Really. She was way too clingy. Katie, on the other hand … she isn't clingy. I've seen her with guys, and she's herself around them. Sometimes. There was Evan. But she was crazy about him. He ended up dumping her, and I was left to pick a broken Katie up from the floor.
Okay, that's the third goal I've let in in a row. I really need to get my head in the game now.
The game ended. We won. Wooo-hoo. Now back to my predicament.
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Hold on.
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Did I really just say woohoo sarcastically about a good game?
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I did. I'm flipping out. Katie has made me lose my mind. Speaking of Katie …
"Good game, Wood!" she said as she hugged me before we went into the changing rooms. I hugged her back.
"You did great, Kate," I said into her hair. Then I realised what I said as Katie laughed. "No pun intended," I added with a smile. I pulled away from the hug. See? I'm good at this. She doesn't suspect a thing.
"Oliver, are you alright?"
… Damn …
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just annoyed about those goals I let in." Good cover-up.
"Don't beat yourself up about them. We still won!" I am the master.
"I know! Yessssss!" I yelled, picked Katie up, spun her around, then ran off into the changing rooms, Katie following me, laughing her head off.
The party in the common room is fun and all, but I'm finding it difficult to keep my eyes off of Katie. I really was trying. I was now in a corner, with my Quidditch plays in front of me, staring determinedly at the wall, and only, I am proud to say, taking occasional glances at the brunette beauty. God, I have a nickname for her. That can't be good. Oh god. She's coming over. She sat next to me, on the table (I was sitting on a chair).
"What's up?" she grinned. Too much Butterbeer, me thinks.
"Trying to think of some more plays," I answered causally, indicating my book. "But I can't think with all this going on," I said, indicating the room full of people dancing to the blaring music.
"Oh, Oliver! We've got plenty of time to think of plays before the next match! Come and have some fun with your friends for a change!" she grinned, "Then you can get back to the old grind of Quidditch-thinking!"
I laughed. "Nah, I'm tired, Kates. I'd better go up to my dorm."
"Ah, you're no fun," she pouted. "Come one. For me?" I felt like saying 'Anything for you, Katie,' but that would sound way too cheesy, and I don't like cheese, so, no.
"Nah, Kate. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" I said, gathering up my book and smiling at her, giving her a hug and making my way up to the forth year boys dormitory. I flopped down onto my bed.
It's scary. I didn't like like her this morning … there goes the Americanisms again. Gah. I'm doomed. I am in like with my third year, best friend. Oh, this is bad. Really bad. I don't' want to like her like this. But I can't help it. She's just so perfect. Honeycomb brown silk-like hair, sparkly clear green eyes, fantastic personality. She really is just perfect. Ah, I'm falling hard. And I can't stop myself.
Okay, this is a kind of, um, interlude fic. I wanted to finish my other new fic before putting it up, so I wrote this one. It'll be short and sweet, with short and sweet chapters.
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