Chapter 2: The Prince Charming Complex.

"Hey Wood. What's up?" Katie asked as she took the seat next to me. I was in the common room reading some Quidditch books I forgot I had.

"Hey, Bell. Nothing much, just sitting here, reading … you?"

"I'm bored. Come play Quidditch with me?" I looked up.

"Okay," I shrugged, smiling. This is my dedicated chaser. I'm so proud.

We both got up from the couch we were sitting on and walked across the grounds to the Quidditch pitch.

"One on one?" I asked.

"What else would we do, Oliver? Think about it," she laughed.

"I suppose" I smiled and went to get the Quaffle from the crate while Katie got our brooms from the broom cupboard.

We both zoomed out onto the pitch, flying around for a little while to warm up, because it was pretty cold, I got to tell you. Almost November, and I'm outside in a t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. I'm really cold, and Katie looks fine. How can she be fine? Jesus! She's got on a jumper, I suppose, but if I had a jumper on, I'd still be cold … maybe …. Anyway, point is, I'm cold.

My birthday's in November. Just thought I'd add that. I wonder if Katie remembers about it. She buys me presents. Heh heh heh.

"C'mon, Oliver! Get up to those hoops so you can lose already!"

"What do you mean 'so you can lose already'? I never lose!" I called back indignantly.

"Yes you do!" she called back, laughing. I flew towards her.

"Do not" I stated

"Do too!" she tittered.

"I don't! When have I lost to you?"

"Last week."

"Oh yeah …"

"Ha!"

"No, that was a fluke…"

"Was not!"

"Was too," I grinned.

"Oliver!" she reprimanded as she took the Quaffle from me and flew closer to the hoops. I took my place in front of them. "Ready for this, Ollie?" she said in what she seemed to have hoped was a scary voice.

"Sure am!" I replied brightly. She didn't sound scary at all. It was just a lower voice than usual. Kind of cute she thought it was scary though. She chucked the ball and I caught it easily. "Ha!" I laughed. She scowled.

"You're sooo far up your own arse Wood, I swear …" she was muttering, and I laughed.

"I was joking, Katty-Kate-Kins."

"What the hell?" she laughed. I shrugged.

"My imagination runs free, and that what it came up with," I smiled.

"Okay, you're weird," she laughed.

"Just noticed?" I grinned back.

"Uh, you're sooo …"

"Cute? Charming? Handsome? It's the Prince Charming complex, isn't it? I knew you loved that," I said quickly, not letting her finish her sentence.

"No." I pouted. "I was going to say sweet, and rather annoyingly hot," she said sarcastically.

I scowled. "What were you really going to say?"

"Strange," she shrugged, "But I think what you said before is why I like you so much, sweetie," she grinned.

"The Prince Charming thing? Really?"

She nodded, "And the fact that you're so damn sweet for your own good, except when you make fun of me," she pouted.

"Aww, I don't make fun of you! You laugh too!"

"I know," she smiled, and chucked the Quaffle right past me and through the right hoop.

"That was such a cheap shot."

"So? Still went in."

"Suppose so," I laughed and went to catch it before it hit the ground. Which I did. I had to dive quite expertly.

"Thanks," she said as I passed her the ball back.

"So, you think I'm sweet?"

"You are. Ask any of your admirers."

"Admirers? What admirers?"

"The little girls who follow you around, giggling all the time,"

"They don't admire me. They're creepy."

"They, dear Oliver, all have crushes on you. Extreme crushes."

"Why?" I asked. I'm totally confused by this.

"Uh, c'mon Ol! You must see it!"

"See what?"

"Why they like you! Do I need to point it out?"

"Um … yeah …"

"C'mon. Stands," she said, flying off and sitting in the stands. I followed and sat next to her. "They like you because, number one: you're sweet beyond belief. Two: you're Quidditch captain. Three: you're one of the hottest guys in the school. Four: you're smart. Five:OliverIloveyou"

"What was that last one?"

"Nothing," she said quickly. I shrugged. All I heard was 'Five:'.

"So, that's why they like me? I don't think I'm 'hot' …"

"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SO BLIND!" she yelled. I leaned back.

"Whoa, calm down."

"Sorry," she smiled sheepishly.

"Am I really, like …?"

"Yes," she smiled.

" … Cool …" She laughed.

"Very cool. I can't believe you didn't think you're hot."

"Do you think you're hot?"

"No …"

"Well, the rest of the guy population of the world begs to differ."

"Ha, they don't show it if they do."

"Kat, you're wonderful, believe me." She laughed.

"What is this? Self-esteem day?" she grinned.

"I suppose it is," I smiled back.

"Want to go back to the tower now?"

"No. I'm not letting you win. Best of five? New game." She nodded, grabbed the Quaffle and her broom and flew up to the hoops again. I grabbed my broom and soared up in front to the hoops again.

"Hahahahahahahahaaaaaa!" Katie was laughing at me.

"No, you didn't win truthfully! I let you win! Seriously, Kates!"

"Hahaha, sure, whatever Oliver!" she sang.

"I was fulfilling my role as Prince Charming!"

"What, by losing miserably and letting every goal in?" she laughed.

"Yes!"

She burst out into uncontrollable laughter now.

"Katieeee," I moaned, "Can we forget about it?"

"Nooooo," she gasped, before lapsing into more laughter.

"What's wrong with her?" Dan, my roommate asked.

"ShewonatQuidditch" I mumbled, and took off up the Boy's Dorm stairs.

Okay, this chapter hasn't really got a point. Actually, the whole story doesn't really have a point, but anyway, it doesn't matter. Thanks to all of my reviewers. You're all the best.

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