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Quidditch Practise

For PottersLittleSister

Its Katie's first Quidditch practice as the newest Gryffindor chaser. But she can't seem to concentrate as a certain boy (or two) keeps holding her concentration. With her being distracted all the time the captain doesn't seem real impressed with her technique and Katie over hears him talking about possibly taking her off the team. she decides that she will work her hardest and let no person distract her. but doesnt over hear what he says about her (something nice) but at the next practice why is it she is not the one distracted but that certain boy.

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"Try not to throw up, Bell!" Fred grinned as he flew past her.

"I won't!" She laughed at him, giggling as I lobbed the Quaffle to her.

"Come on, Captain," Weasley twin number one yelled out - he was my brother, but too far away to tell which. "Don't be a sod in her first practise! Let her get accustomed to it first!"

"Yeah, Yeah, Weasley," She had found her voice before I could, "Like he's as bad as you!"

"Fuck off, Bell!"

"Love to," And she swooped over him, plucking his beaters bat from him, before doing exactly as he had asked. "Catch me if you can!"

"Right." I had had enough of him and her messing around, so I let off a round of sound from my wand. They freeze in midair, Katie throws the bat back to him with a sheepish smile, "Fred, stop being a complete arse, and Bell?" She looks at me, "Welcome to the team."

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We'd set down all the rules, we'd sorted out all the plays in one-on-ones with Oliver Wood, our new Keeper, and we had played it all out. But now Katie was sat at the sidelines, looking preoccupied, unfocused on everything, just as she had been for most of practise (albeit on her broom), staring in the general direction of whoever was packing up our balls.

"Oi, Bell!" It seemed to break her from her stupor. She looks up at me as though she has just woken up.

"Yes Charlie?"

"Captain," I mutter without thinking. She offers me an awkward half smile.

"Sorry, Captain." I glance over to whoever was there, packing the balls away a moment ago. Oliver wood is straightening up, stretching and leaning down to pick up the crate of balls. "What is it?"

"You've been… distracted all practise." And I realise exactly why as I follow her gaze once more.

Typical. Every chaser we have had in the past three months has been addicted to Oliver since they'd first clapped eyes on him. I was hoping it wouldn't happen to Katie - she wasn't keen on playing competitively, she didn't really fancy joining the team, but Fred and George had convinced her, and she was damned good… but I don't want people… dating… in season. It makes it too complicated.

"Oliver," I yell at him, Katie looks terrified that he's coming closer.

"Problem, Cap'n?" He laughs and sends a cool smile at Katie. She blushes and turns away, goes back into the girls changing rooms and I almost drag Oliver into the boys side. "It's Katie, isn't it?"

"Hmm."

-Katie-

I have to go and apologise. Angelina and Alicia said that he'd not worry, but still, I would feel guilty no matter what happened.

"I won't be a minute, guys," I mutter softly, Angelina squeezes my shoulder and smiles. "Thanks."

"It's Katie, isn't it?" I hear through the door just as I was about to knock and push it open. Oliver's voice.

"Hmm. I can't have her distracted." Charlie. He sounds kind of pissed. "Oliver, what do I do? Every sodding chaser I've recruited in the past month has latched onto you, staring at you like you're bloody Merlin."

"Charlie, it's not my faul-"

"I know… but…" He pauses, sounding clearly stressed. "Either I drop her, or I drop you. I can't have both. We can't play at this all the time."

I push the door open without knocking. They look at me, George towelling his hair dry, stops and looks up, Fred, shoving his robes into his locker, freezes and stares. I glance at them, they nod, smiling.

"Charlie, listen, I'm really sorry about being a bit… off during practise, I've had a headache all day and I think the wind just made it worse." I lie smoothly, not looking at Oliver. I know I will blush if I even so much as glance at him. He is gorgeous, but I was only looking. He's one of my friends, anyway - his, and Fred and George's families are friends with my mum and dad, we are really good friends, we're always at each other's houses.

Turning away, I catch Oliver's eye and smile. He grins back.

I'm not risking my place on the team. I will not even look at him next practise. I'll keep focus. I'll not look at anyone but the chasers…

-Charlie-

"Well, that was awkward," Fred mutters as the door closes behind her.

"She's the best chaser I've seen in ages…" Oliver says softly, "You can't drop her. Drop me."

"No." I say softly. "She might be the greatest chaser in the school…" I pause, "Second only to Roger Davies, because he's freakishly good, but she can't be distracted." I look at him, at Oliver, and sigh. "You need to talk to her. Next practise. Let her know you're not interested."

And he gives me a look that practically shatters my world.

It's the well; maybe I am interested, actually. Look. And it frightens me.

"Oliver, you can't be serious-" I start, but Fred and George interrupt me.

"He can't say he's not noticed-"

"Her newly established-"

"Curves and interesting use of-"

"Lipgloss and eyeliner-"

"Apple Flavoured, if I remember rightly." George finishes with a wide smile. I so hate it when they split their sentences into half-talking nightmares.

"You snogged her?" Oliver says incredulously, "But you know I-"

"Actually, she was throwing it to Angelina, to show her the muggle make, and I got in the way." He displays the tiny mark. "The lid was slightly jagged. She apologised."

"Oh." Oliver sighs and I look at him. "What?"

"You can't date her." I mutter.

"What?"

"I said-"

"I heard what you said, but it's my life. I can make my own decisions."

"Right. Because that's what's best for the team, is it?"

There's silence as Oliver picks up his kit, shoves it in his locker and strides out.

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-Katie-

I have my head down now, channelling all my anger at Oliver. Not intentionally of course, but I'm trying to do my best at not imagining him stripping... and I'm failing slightly.

Katie, stop thinking about it. Idiot.

He misses. I score.

This happens maybe thirty times in an hour and a half.

"Oliver," I swoop up to him, resting on my broom handle comfortably. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." He mutters, staring at Charlie with poorly concealed venom in his eyes.

"You sure?" There's a moment where I can't look at him, and he won't look at me.

"Yeah." He bites his lip, uncharacteristically nervous.

He misses the next five shots on goal too.

"Oliver!" Charlie yells. He zooms across the pitch to him; Angelina, Alicia, Fred and George stare at the exchange. I keep my head down and look away. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm not performing Captain… I don't think I feel so-"

"Get back at that hoop and don't even think about that-"

"But Captain…" He says, almost pathetically… and it hits me. I know what he's doing.

He's throwing his game. His Game.

Quidditch.

In favour of me.

Not Ollie the Obsessed. He wouldn't… no, it's more likely he couldn't. This is the boy who has lived and breathed the team since he got on it this year.

No way.

"Ollie," I shout across the pitch, "If it's for me, you're doing this…" I pause and look away… "I'm stepping down, Weasley!" I yell, "Can't take someone else off the team if it's my problem." And I sink through the air until I hit the mud on the pitch, and trudge towards the changing rooms.

-Charlie-

We can't lose our chaser. We can't lose our chaser. We can't lose our chaser.

"Wood, go after her." I say suddenly, blurting my thoughts out.

"What?" He looks at me, petrified.

"Go after her and tell her."

"Tell her what?"

"You fancy her."

"What?" I look at him as though he's stupid.

"I said go and tell her you fancy her." I say, very slowly, and very simply.

"Why?"

"Because, then you'll be happy, and she'll be happy, and you'll be able to concentrate, and so will she," I think the words spill from my lips before I can stop them. He looks at me, somewhere between confusion and joy, and walks away, in the direction Katie left in. "Fuck," I mutter, trying to avoid looking at the rest of the team.

"Oi, Charlie," Fred yells, I look at him, "We all allowed girlfriends now?"

Fuck.

-Katie-

I'm sitting, pulling all my stuff from my locker as he comes in.

"What is it?" I look up at him and blush pink, then look away. "Charlie telling me to get going?"

"No…" The hesitation in his voice is making me wary, and slightly worried.

"What's wrong?"

"I…" He takes a deep breath and blushes bright pink. I look up, stand up and lay my hand on his arm.

"Spit it out, Wood." He goes even darker pink and looks at the tiles.

"I… wouldyougooutwithmesometime?" Yeah, because that was audible.

"In English, maybe?"

"Uhhh…"

"I… would you…" I stop and smile, "That's all I got."

"It kind of went - Would you like to go out sometime… even though… out's not really anywhere, but we can hang out and…"

"Date?" I say, he hangs his head, "Is that what' you're on about? Did Charlie put you up to this to keep me on the team?" Vehemently, he shakes his head. "You actually want to go out with me?"

"Kindofsortofmaybeifyou'reinterested, butyoudon'thavetoifyoudon'tw-" I press my hand over his mouth to cut his babbling.

"Shut up." I smile. "Course I will."

"Oh, thank Merlin." I hear from the doorway. "Maybe you'll stop staring now, Katie." Charlie is smiling, leaning on the doorframe, arms folded.

"Maybe I'll have an excuse to stare more, Captain."

He takes one look at me, glances at Oliver and looks at the floor, punching the doorframe lightly.

"Bugger it." but I am no longer interested. Oliver has his arms around me, and is resting his lips against my forehead.

Life is good. Oliver's here, holding onto me, and I've pissed Charlie off. I can't complain.

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