Chapter 3 Waking up an Angel

I crept into the third year girl dorms at five in the morning. No, I'm not a pervert, thanks. I'm waking my dear chasers up. They are all in the same year (a/n: yes, I know they're not, but for the purposes of this story, bare with me). I crept over to one of their beds. This was Katie's. She looked so peaceful. Angelic. So sweet. I knelt next to her and tapped her on the shoulder lightly.

"Kat? Kat, wake up" I said in a hushed sort of voice. I didn't really want to wake up an angel. I leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear. "Kaaatieeee, this is you conscience. Wake up for Oliver. C'mon, you know you love him …"

She started mumbling in her sleep. "YeahIknowIdoleavemealone." I should get a translator. I didn't understand any of that!

"Kate, c'mon, out of bed. QUIDDITCH!" I yelled, giving up not waking up the angel.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed as she rolled over and fell off the bed in shock. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. I ran around the bed and helped her to her feet.

"I – hahaahaa – I'm so sorry – hahaa – I'm sorry Katie – hahahaaa."

"Isn't funny, honey," she glared.

"Aww, I really am truly and deeply sorry, my darling" I mock-bowed to her, laughing the whole time. She cracked a grin.

"So, Quidditch you say?"

"Yeah, practice this morning. Be at the pitch at six, alright?" I glanced over to the other two girls. "And your screaming saved me a whole lot of trouble, but I have to go before they impale me on one of their broomsticks. Bye" I said quickly, rushing to the door before Alicia or Angelina could grab something to throw at me, Katie laughing the whole time.

I had already woken up the guys, so they were waiting, scowling, for the girls in the common room so they could go down to the kitchens before practice. I personally don't believe in eating breakfast at all. It makes me feel sick. But for Quidditch matches, I make sure the whole team have eaten something so they have their strength if they're knocked out or something. They moan about it, but I have their best interests at heart, along with the fact that I don't want them to die so I can win the Quidditch cup. I glanced at my watch. Five fifteen. The girls would be in the showers. I sat down by Fred, George and Michael.

"Hey guys," I said brightly.

"How can you be so awake?" George moaned, rubbing his eyes free of sleep.

"Coffee," I shrugged. I looked round at the three disgusted faces. "You don't like coffee?"

"Ergh," was my answer from all three boys.

"I'll take that as a 'no' then," I sighed.

"Ollllllliiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," Katie yelled as she came running down the stairs.

"Kaaaaaatiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee," I yelled back as she came crashing into me. "You got ready early."

"First shower," she answered, hands I air as if it were a great achievement.

"Well done" George said condescendingly, patting her on the back. She glared at him.

"I never get the first shower first because of both of your lovely girlfriends, so shut up. It's a good thing anyway, because I'm the only one that can get Oliver to talk about something other than Quiddtich."

"Nah, we had him talking about coffee" Fred laughed.

"Riveting conversation, I'm sure" Katie said with a roll of her eyes.

"So … that …… what?" What can I say? I'm confused. They try to make me talk about something other than their and my favourite sport? What would be the point in that?

"Ol' you don't talk about anything other than Quidditch. Sometimes we get sick of it," Katie shrugged.

I shrugged and decided not to talk for a while, since anything I thought of that I could say, would involve Quidditch and Katie didn't want to listen to it, so I didn't say anything. They had taken to trying to make me talk.

"Oliver! Look! It's Viktor Krum!" one of them shouted. I shrugged, knowing Krum wasn't really in the Gryffindor common room.

"Oh, Ollie dearest, I was thinking about a new play we could try. The beaters would …" I stopped listening, tuning out Angelina's voice, who had joined us, along with Alicia.

"Practice" I stated, standing up and striding over to the portrait hole, picking my broom up on the way.

"Oliver," Katie said, falling into step with me, and I slowed so she didn't need to walk so quickly.

"Bell," I answered.

"Oliver, don't call me that. That's what you call me in matches."

I shrugged again.

"What's wrong with you lately?" I shrugged again, again, and started to walk more quickly. Katie stopped me, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Ol?"

"Kates?" I said exasperatedly, starting to walk off again.

"I'm not going to practice unless you tell me what's put you in such a bad mood."

"I'm not in a bad mood!" I said, stopping and facing. The team passed us, looking at us both, but kept walking.

"Then what's wrong with you? Is it the Quidditch thing?"

"Okay, Katie, it's nothing" I laughed. "Stop going on about how I'm acting weird!"

"It's not just this morning, Wood"

"What is it then?"

She hesitated, then shrugged. "It's nothing," she stated, then started walking again.

"Look," I said, catching her up, "Can we just forget about this?"

Katie nodded, and smiled in a strained sort of way.

We finally reached the Quidditch pitch, and I started practice after everyone was changed.

"Okay, everyone just revise what we did last practice. Fred, George, I'll let the Bludger out for you. Girls, get into the air. I'll get the Quaffle. Michael, I'll get the snitch, practise diving for the time being." They all flew up into the air at my words. I went to Madame Hooch's office to get the crate. I released a Bludger, it almost knocking my head off, and grabbed the Quaffle. I flew up to the girls and threw it to Alicia, who caught it easily.

I flew around, watching them all like a hawk. I seriously love being captain. The whole 'ha, I'm better than you,' or 'ha, I'm older AND better than you' thing is so fun. But the team don't know I find it hilarious when the get all mad at me. Especially Katie. She yells and yells, and while she does, all I can think about it how cute she looks. She's yelling at me right now, and I just stare …

"Oliver! Are you even listening!" she screamed, and I snapped back to reality.

"What? No," I answered, and flew off, watching Fred and George hit a Bludger away from themselves. "Good, guys," I said, and as I turned around in mid-air, Katie flew in front of me, blocking my way. "Hey Katie" I said casually, and turned the other way to go and see Michael.

"Oliver! You almost hit me with your broom earlier, and you didn't listen when I told you!"

"Did I? Sorry Kat" I said in a monotone.

"I give up. I'm not practising anymore. I'm tired, and I want to go back to bed." She flew off towards the changing rooms, and I followed, angry she was walking out on a crucial practice.

"Bell! Get back in the air!" I fumed, catching her arm before she went in the team rooms.

"Oliver, I do not wish to be called 'Bell' by you okay? That's reserved for games, Slytherins, and teachers. You're my friend, and you should be calling me Katie. Everyone else does. For another thing, it didn't even matter that you almost sent me plummeting down to the ground, but the fact you didn't listen to a word I said after!"

"I said sorry, Kat"

She glared at me for a second. "Something's the matter with you."

"Something's the matter with you."

"There's nothing wrong with me."

"There's nothing wrong with me."

"Oliver" she sighed, rubbing her temples.

"Katie" I said, taking one of her hands away from her head and holding it. "Come back and practise. There's only half an hour left."

"I feel sick Ol'," she said, snatching back her hand.

"Then let me take you to Madame Pomfrey."

"No, no, I don't need to go to the hospital wing, Oliver."

I looked at her for a second. Her eyes were glistening. She was almost crying. "What's wrong, Kat?" I asked quietly, taking her hand again. She leaned against the team room doorframe.

"Nothing's wrong Oliver."

"Katie, I've known you for three years. I know something is wrong"

She looked at me, and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. I wiped them away with my thumbs. "Why are you so sweet?" she laughed through her tears, and I smiled slightly.

"It's just me, sweetheart," I said, hugging her close. "Now tell me what's wrong. Please, Katie. I hate seeing you like this"

"I – well, I like this guy … and I know for a fact he doesn't like me that way, because he's a really good friend, and I know he doesn't notice me like that because he's older, and he would think that it's wrong to go out with a third year, but I don't care. I really, really like him, Oliver, and I don't know what to do." I stood, shocked. Guy problems? Oh, that's just great.

"Who is it?" I asked in a strange, choked voice.

Katie looked at me with her big green sparkling eyes but didn't answer.

"You don't want to tell me? That's okay. Katie, it'll be alright. Maybe you should talk to him and see if he likes you?"

"I can't, Oliver"

"If you tell me who it is, I could ask." She shook her head, more tears collecting in her eyelashes, and falling. "Katie, I hate seeing you like this. Please let me help."

"You can't help, Ollie" she said, burying her head in my shoulder, and I held her closer. I kissed her hair, and shushed her, hugging her really tightly.

"Go get changed and I'll walk you back up to the castle, okay?" I whispered, letting her go. She nodded, and I walked back out to the pitch. "Practice is over! Johnson, Spinnet, put the Quaffle away! Weasley's, put the Bludger and your bats away!" I called up to the team and went to get changed myself. I heard Katie was in the girls showers. She was still crying and my heart broke. Who could this guy be? I can't say I'm not jealous. I mean, I really, really like Katie, so I want her so bad, but she wants this other guy? Not a good feeling, to have to comfort her when she likes someone else, and all I want to do is kiss her. She's singing. 'Kiss the girl'? Oh god. Yeah, Katie, I want to, but you like another guy! Wow, jealousy much? I started singing slightly.

Everybody in this place can up and move away
For all I care this town's already dead and empty
I'm told that I'm a victim of obsession
That's what my friends say
Oh I'm a fool for having ever let her tempt me

Well I turn pale when she walks by
I am lost in her eyes
She is always on my mind
She is always on my mind

She glances over but she keeps on walking down that street
All I can do is hope that she is thinking of me
If I could blink if I could breathe If I could get my legs to move
Well this could be the day I get this girl to love me

Well I turn pale when she walks by
I am lost in her eyes
She is always on my mind
She is always on my mind
She had turned from a sound,
Well I must have cried out loud
She is always on my mind
She is always on my mind

That's true. She is always on my mind.

A/N: Okay, not so good chapter. Sorry. The song's Always on my mind by Phantom Planet.

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